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"Ah we're fine to take you. I think I have enough juice left to make the coach look like whatever you want, but not enough to fix that dress of yours. That's outta my control. We'll be waiting outside when you're ready." Both Shake and Switch clap Sillas on the back, "Good show Birthday boy. Really great. I've learned a lot."
"Well...some? I know it's not a very good answer, but it's true. This bird, for example," Switch holds up the bird, perfectly skewered by the elf's arrow, and brings it to his mouth for a bite, "is cooked. As in, it was cooked, before it was shot. As in, it was somehow magically enchanted to fly about. Weird, I know, but the cruelty is absent, and the effect was breathtaking. I mean, I felt the throbbing of the captured birds. I felt it in my chest. But it was fake. I say...I say we just watch." Switch takes another bite from his bird-kabob. "There's a reason House Phiarlan's elves are the masters of illusions and entertainment."
"It's brilliant! Don't you see? The layers of this planar tray; the tray itself mimicks the movements of the planes. Constantly shifting, sometimes overlapping, but layered. I think. I don't know much about the planes, really, but I certainly know about layers. About what's underneath things. The masks, too. This whole thing is layered. This bouncy guy is a little freaky though."
Irirangi/Vraxeris Manor
Spoiler: "Uhh...What do you want me to do? You were supposed to intimidate them, or blast them, or something! I was trying to make you a hero. Won't people be freaked out more if they just...disappear? I can make them leave the others along, but for the rest...you figure it out...here they come!" Before Switch can finish his speech, the trio are on Irirangi again. Bellowing and stomping, they make a fearsome sight. They continue to be calling her on. "Now's your chance! Everyone's watching", Switch whispers quietly.
Irirangi
Spoiler: Shake and Switch both look at each other, wide eyed. "Oooh. You're good! I like that. We can totally work with it." Switch finally exclaims. With a few quick gestures, the ostentatious design is back, only looking a little worse for the wear. With some of the silk brocades ripped, and a few with new and mysterious scorch marks, the battered coach looks all the more authentically besieged. "Ok Shake, part one is done. How about you swing on around the manor. I'll make some scary guys for the bandits, they'll hop on, bash the thing up, and you'll make a good landing, right in front of the joint. What do you think? Half-Orcs? It's been done, I know. Evil automatons? Boring. What....about...Gorillas? Bandit apes?" Switch appears to be turning endless gears in his head. He tosses Iri a glance and adds "And if you want to get rid of that trane, do it now. Rip it up!"
Irirangi
Spoiler: At Iri's request, Switch lazily reaches his arm toward her. With a simple snap of his finger, a tiny flame erupts at the tip of his finger. When Iri is done lighting her cigarette, Switch snaps again and the flame dissipates.
Irirangi
Spoiler: Switch inhales and exhales deeply, and waves his hand in front of him for a moment. Like a soft fading-away, the skycoach loses all of it's accoutrements. The silk banners, the lights, even the perfume that seemed to permeate the coach, all disappear, leaving the three of them sitting in a beaten up old coach. The back seat of which looks like it suffered some serious damage. The side of the coach is all scraped, and the windows are completely busted. It's a wonder the thing is still flying.
Irirangi
Spoiler: Clearly concerned with continuing his concentration, Switch communicates in a calm and calculated manner. "So...why...don't...you....change...it? Don't go....make a...bad...impression? Spill wine...on him? Switch...it up!"
Iri
Spoiler: "Hey! Could you slow it down a little! I'm trying to concentrate here!"
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