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Yorad watches the final scene play out after Coronal stabs the monk with her spear. Smiling broadly as the Emissary vanishes after his proclamation, he twirls his knife up on his fingertip. "That was simply amazing! Glad I decided to partake in this adventure!" He saunters over to the beautiful sorcerer and returns her wink. "Hey! I am but a simple man. I work hard during the day and play hard at night! I certainly hope the ladies enjoy my...show of blades, he he he..." He tosses one of his knives up in the air and deftly catches it by the hilt. I am looking forward to seeing how...fiery they both are and maybe I can show that fighter a few tricks!" He chuckles softly.
Yorad groans blearily and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. Stretching his body in the bed he found himself laying in he smiles in contentment. That was one Hell of a party! I know I need to hit the docks but maybe I should take the day off instead....That monk mentioned a trip to Goka...perhaps later. I need to practice with my blades more...
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As promised, Sheela threw a huge party. She invited her friends, as well as her companions who secured a position in the Ruby Tournament. It wasn't before long that she was drunk on the Elven wine. Recalling the play. She learned that she had a penchant for limericks and made a few on the spot. She had plenty to sing about before she finally tracked some of her cutest guests to the private after party.
Sheela woke up in next morning climbed out of the in room, and went straight to her day job: public charity via community service. It was her way of repenting, and a good way to experience other ways of life. Plus the judge would drag her right into court if she was three days behind...
Today she had a free choice of where to help, so she chose the docks. From there, she looked for Yorad to ask him if she could help his job in some way, shape, or form. While she wasn't very strong, she was very confident she could do SOMETHING to help.
He always seemed so proud of his work... Will I ever feel that kind of pride?
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Yorad's jaw drops when Sheela shows up at the docks. What is SHE doing here? Once she explains what her purpose is being there, he nods slowly still a little unsure of what she could do to help. "Well, Miss Sheela, I do appreciate your desire to help but I don't think you are quite built for lugging these bales of fabric to the cargo holds. Why don't you just be your usual charming self here? Just put on a good show for my workers here. I know I always wanted to perform the best I could when we were adventuring together!" He does give her a reassuring smile.
While I will never be as handsome as she is beautiful, I know my talents run into different areas. I just need to do what my talents are, and do them as best as I possibly can!
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Mort was quite excited for the party Never been to a fancy party before, just those in back alley's as a kid, or a night out to the cheap bar down at the port...
Mort did his best to clean himself up and dress nicely. He borrowed a new looking set of duds from a friend, they fit OK. He showed up a bit late and the party was already in full swing. SO. MANY. PEOPLE.
Since he was late he did his best to 'catch up' and attempted to display his 'prowess' at rapid alcohol consumption to impress some fine ladies... It did not go well.. "I'm soooo sorrryyy gurlfriend! I know you luv'd that dress... You know what, how 'bout I go 'help' you change that dirty ole thing?" *SMACK* "YA WELL YOUR FRIEND IS RIGHT! YOU ARE KINDA FAT!"
"Oh ya? You tell yer friendss I'll kick all yer asses right here right now! *Burp*"
"Wow... yous got more friends den I tought... Hold on, I fight better with no pants on..."
"Where am I... who stole my pants and why am I sooo thirsty..."
THE END.
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Sheela enjoys the party and leaves Yorad to the fiery elven twins. She takes a sip or two of wine. Or three. Or three hundred, she's not counting.
She stumbles to Mort. "Mort, not until the afterparty! Put yer pants on! *HIC* We have dignity here!" Alas, Mort starts picking a fight.
"Alright, battle!" One of the elves breaks conversation with Yorad. "I'll be back, love. Lerain, keep him occupied." Her sister giggles and chats up Yorad as she runs off to kick Mort's ass.
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The next morning, Sheela lets Yorad do his thing while she encourages employees to work harder. He really seems to enjoy himself...
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Off in the theater district, a blue-robed tengu monk packs up a bee costume, humming and thinking of the charming sorceress he once met.
♫ Bee-da-la-dee-da
Bee-da-la-dee-doo
I love yo-o-o-o-ou... ♫
His beak agape in a grin, he dons the antennae one last time and spins around the room, dancing to his own music.
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"We did it, New Friends!" Corona cheers as all the assembled Pathfinders are declared entrants for the tournament. "What a great contest and great friends to participate with....and now party, too!" she giggles as she allows Tiffany to pull her away. "We'll see you there, New Friends!"
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After arriving at the party dressed in a pretty green dress and some truly gaudy jewelry courtesy of Tiffany, Corona enjoys herself greatly - partaking of the food and telling various attendees all about their adventures in the qualifying contest. At one point, she stops and pulls out a small stack of decorative flyers and hands them to Sheela. "Here, pass them out to your friends if you know anyone that would like to come! I already posted them all over the Grand Lodge too, so hopefully there'll be a good turnout!"
The flyers read:
'First Annual Pathfinder Pastry Party!'
When: Starday, 18 Pharast at Noon
Where: The Flying Alderman
Bring: Yourself, your favorite pastries (enough to share!), and your appetite!
Join us for a fun-filled afternoon of pastries and conversation! Hope to see you there!'
"I was surprised that Walter was willing to let me rent his space but I think he was so happy that we got rid of his tub-ninja infestation that he didn't mind the mess we m-"
Her words are rudely interrupted as a thrown glass from the nearby brawl suddenly thugs against her head. She turns around, eyes ablaze.
"FOOLS! YOU HAVE TRASHED YOUR LAST PARTY!" she bellows before rolling up her sleeves and heading towards the ruckus after Sheela...
The End.
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Sophia had rented an orange kimono, decorated with cherry blossom print.
This is going so show off.
Her escort took her to the place of the party. Or rather, she took her escort to the party.
As the door opened, Sophia walked in accompanied by a familiar face.
"Hey guys, i've brought Hiro along, i didn't think you'd mind, Sheela."
Hiro was dressed stylish, instead of armor, Hiro was wearing a formal looking Yukata.
Sophia took to singing for the mood shortly after.
[Insert song about heroic victory!!]