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"Then I have a feeling I shouldn't, but hey what could go wrong, other then everything"

((I have the opposite weakness))
: D

The Wyverian raised a hand to Byrd. "Now, why would I ever do that? A little water's never hurt anybody. That bad." Then, they look to Light Raygun. "Ah, I see your plan now. To be honest, I wanted to see how long the 'rap battle' would go on for."

Though the guitar left, the fiddler continued to gently pull his bow across his strings. The melody did not demand any spotlight, though, but merely granted a little more atmosphere.

"Merry Mari, you do stand bold
with a face so long and you so old
that bones and sheet are all that's left -
how do you stand with flesh bereft?"

"A burning bed of fresh coal." She sighs happily. "Lava baths are perfect right before bed too, makes the skin soft." Lylith smiles and then takes a look around. "What is this rose business and why is everyone so tense?"

"Something about a unsurvivable winter"

Ollie's eyes go wide and he practically starts to vibrate when playing fetch is mentioned. How many times was it for yes? How many times for no? He's forgotten. All thought other than the word fetch has gone from his brain. He barks eighteen times, just to be safe, bouncing around Light Raygun. A keen observer might think he did not actually remember there was any plan beyond fetch.

Byrd doesn't look convinced at either Light's response or that of the Wyverian's, but she offers no protest; instead she simply takes a casual step back, as if attempting to remain part of the group while also make it clear she's not associated with any possible trickery.

Her attention momentarily slips back to the poetry fight, intrigued by the sound of music now accompanying the rhymes.

The Mari Lwyd begins to perform a very stumbly, drunken dance, bellowing back with only the faintest hint of a slur.

"Though I lost my flesh I've not lost my head
And so long as I can sing I can't be dead
My mind with rhymes is well-endowed
and soon your pride will leave in a shroud!

Tell me challengers, tell me friend,
Why should my crime spree simply end?
Why should Mary Lwyd return this rose
and from this party, butt out my nose?
For it is pretty, it is bright,
this rose it brings me great delight,
and though I be old, my wit does bite!"

"That's my goal; to cause a little confusion while it goes on", Light replied, again so quietly. "Trick the eye while the card is swiped... and you might get a lucky hand that wasn't there before." Although at Ollie's antics she couldn't keep a straight face anymore, the enthusiastic dog being simply too adorable. "I'll take that for a yes", she chuckled. Reaching in her kimono's pocket, she drew a little squeaky toy in the form of a squirrell, one of her robot puppy's favorite, which meant she had to buy a great many of the same squeaky toy simply because what a dog could chew in a day a robot dog could chew in ten minutes. Twelve, maybe. "Alright, ready?" she said, holding the squeaky toy near Ollie's nose

"Well, persephone is down for the season..." she rolled her eyes. "They have been all lovey dovey since she arrived. I haven't been groomed for a few days, not counting the rushed one to get me out of the den and into this party."

"Was it not the rose what brought us here?

"Alright, well... I don't know how I would be able to help, but I'd like to try, as a thanks for dealing with me."

"I AM SO READY," borks Ollie, crouching down, readying himself as if he were about to push off the starting block for a race, his eyes wide.

"We're swiping the roses then? They already seem a bit distracted, but I won't say no to another show!"

"Oh they are married..." she looks down at the creature. "She only comes when its time for winter..." Lylith is a little confused on what the cat could do to fix it. "And dealing with you got me coffee so it was more of a gift than a nuisance I can garuntee that."

"Ah ok," Wander said, "So I'm going to assume we aren't from the same world"

"Was it not the rose what brought us here
where we can sing and dance and sneer?
Can you not gaze and let it be?
Would you wish away this poetry?"

" oh dear oh dear, it's time for something you need to hear. I would love to stay and ryhme, but I'm afraid were out of time. I was very nice to meet you sir, but I'm afraid it is my turn, to see you leave this place, with out it wasting away!"

Lylith is really confused now, "Do you have...winter and spring where you come from?" Her eyebrow lifts. "Wait, there are different worlds?" She pushes a finger against temple. "Firey hairballs..."