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Kotal Kahn watches the brewing fight whilst seated upon his throne made of skulls. Raising his hand, he declares;

"Round One!"

"FIGHT!"

He turns to look at Kotal, yellow eyes glinting from underneath his hood.

"Ridiculous, what are you even supposed to be, peasant?"

"Ain't ya one-a them users or sumthin'? Come back c'here when ya post as a muse, OC or whateva y'all masters call us peeps hangin' 'round da joint nowadays."

((Do you need any help posting as a character profile? I or anyone else can show you how? Since we're posting ICly, it's assumed you're using a character to post under instead of yourself.))

"I'd say your forthrightness is one of your few redeeming qualities. Probably your only one."

(No, I'm just not used to it yet, I just forgot to hit the menu option for it that time But I appreciate the offer of help )

"Look, no one asked fer yer 'princely' opinion, ya- You know what, naw man, I ain't even in th' mood no mo'. Be all snot-nosed 'n self-righteous like a piecea-"

With an indiscernable grumble, Lexi distanced herself for the moment; the longer she stayed and talked to him, the more she risked "breaking her own mask," so to speak. That was the last thing she needed, in her opinion.

((No problem, no problem! Always glad to help!))

"You seem awfully grumbly, miss. When I'm grumbly I have some tea and biscuits, and play with my dollies, and eat some candy, and rip into a person's throat with my teeth and drink all their blood. Maybe that'll help you too!~"

The gleeful mention of blood earns a sharp glare from the prince. "By all the elements, what kind of abomination are you?"

He rubs his eyes and backs away from the vampire. “Yeah, no don’t want to deal with that... you seem a bit insane no offense”



((Ignore this didn’t see the reply above me))

He chuckles, amused by their reaction to the vampire.

*sits in mid air using telekinesis,remaining silent*

hello again, hood. how goes our assault?

He straightens up, no longer laughing. "It goes well, my lord."

"Pfew mistah, wha's with theh scarey 'ood?" the dragonette asks, cocking his head and squinting his eyes. "Ye not 'ere to cause trouble, uh?" Of course, only Nick and his mates were allowed to do that.

"If you're gonna cause trouble, I suggest elsewhere...But, I'm powerless to stop such a thing."

"If you want to be tactical, I suggest wearing something other than a skirt. Get some real armor, a helmet, or your weapon's gonna be sponsored by someone else. Just a suggestion though, of course." Any talk of trouble would be overlooked by the elf, none of her business afterall! Let the boys fight and all that seemed a good idea.

"Woah, lookin' pale, sis!" the rebel remarked, twisting and turning her head to get a better look at the mysterious, pointy-eared woman. "You sure you ain't an Alpha? You've got this kick-ass, otherworldly vibe about ya.."

"She's and elf, idiot."