#earthrunes

Earl says "Look, Steward, this has to be just right, we have the paper... but if she's the only one there she won't want to go."

Delores sighs, "I thought she didn't like crowds."

"She doesn't, but that's not the point" Earl says "Folks will be there regardless, so to be a real graduation, she needs to be one of a few others, rather than just the only one receiving the diploma. You're a boggan, the most interconnected kith there is and if anyone can get word out its you. You're a steward, who coordinates like no one else and keeps a whole hold running smoothly for her liege. And you're just plain talented... if anyone can find a few others who never got their graduation too but are deserving of one, it's you."

Delores looks at him, "Sir Earl, are you flattering my ego in hopes I'll make extra effort on your lady's behalf?"

Earl says "yes..." Sheepish

"Well, keep going, so far it's working." She says "As a matter of fact, I've been looking into it and I know a few folks who have online high school or the like and..."

and plans continue.

.............

A figure walks through the halls, a man shaped Chimera of almost superhero like proportions. He moves with swagger sexy and suave assurance.

If he happens to swagger near the stables, he will encounter a certain Baroness on the way back from a ride.

"Hey," The hunky guy with the open chest motley and the black with white stripped hair says, "Did you know my lips are like skittles?" He winks "Want to taste the rainbow?"

Coradel slows and...looks...and.... "....Shalimar?" She asks very slowly.

"Are you glad to see me, or is there a sceptre in my pocket" He grins.

Good lord, it's like he's spent a year at the gym.

A bemused look. "That...isn't particularly funny. It doesn't even make sense."

The chimera moves closer, a heady musk indeed wafting from him, actually, it's kind of nice. His tail waves about "Well, funny or not, here I am with bells on" he jingles with a grin

"Hmm." It's not like she doesn't know what this is. "Yes...here you are. What do you want?"

"Sky diving lessons, I hoped we could start safely a few feet over a mattress" His tail curves around his back playfully

"Ahh. You're going to torture me with bad pickup lines, I see." She folds her arms and shifts her weight to one foot, looking unimpressed.

He pouts, kind of adorable, "Ouch. I'm wounded." Hopeful "Nurse me to health?" The tail slides a round her waist and pulls her closer gently

"Hmmm...." She reaches to touch the tail that's curved around her, stroking it once...twice...YANK!!!

"OW" and the tail comes detatched with an odd crack sound. The Chimera eyes the way the tail continues to move, then tries again, "You've heard of French Ticklers? How about a Polecat pleaser?"

The stump of the tail has an odd silverish cast

She wasn't quite expecting it to break off! But after a brief hesitation, she gives a broad grin, grabs the tail by its silver stump, and gives the chimera a solid WHACK with it!

The perfectly pectoraled pooka parody fractures and breaks! Falling into tiny black white and silver bits before most of it turns to glamour. Only the writhing tail remains. It is INCREDIBLY soft.

"Baroness? Might one inquire of this tail of tool setting?" Vashti is gaping from about twelve feet away coming in just in the last moment.

Coradel pouts...she'd hoped for more of a fight, there. Then she turns to look at Vashti. "Seems we've got some wild chimera on the loose. This one decided your lover would make a good model."

She eyes the the remaining part, "I see, for a moment I feared you had indulged in prima nocte, and thus were unfashionably late"

She does eye the tail with less worry and increasing interest

She strokes the tail thoughtfully. "I wonder what powers this might have, if any. Here, come feel. It's soft."

The tail fluffs larger as Coradel strokes it. Then a curious moth pooka joins in, and it goes completely straight.

"Scandalous traitor" Vashti whispers to the tail

"Well...now that's creepy."

But it is soft and very nice to touch.

"Your benevolence, if I might be allowed to perchance have this for research academic?" A raised brow

"I think it couldn't go to a more appropriate researcher." She bestows the prize on the moth pooka. "Do let me know what your experiments uncover, won't you?"

"Perhaps I'll write a thesis" She takes and puts it over her shoulder like a closed umbrella

"Very in depth," Coradel encourages.

"Thank you, your extravagance. I leave you now to fetch the Sith lord from his nuptials"

"To fetch the...?" Coradel blinks...she could mean Shalimar, but nuptials?

"Indagardeneva" She says simply, bows and leaves.

A puzzled nod, but she isn't much worried about it. Instead, she makes a note to tell August that another of these strange mirror chimera has been dispatched.

Meanwhile, in the Garden nearby... Oswald's sword lights up with blue energy as he faces the sexier studlier evil sith version of himself with a redlight saber.

"Once I was the shadow, and you were the friendzoned! Now I am the player!" Sith Oswald says in a deep James Earl Jones rumble.

"Only a player of perversion, Darth" Oswald slashes!

The blow is blocked as the weapons glow purple where they meet!

Then lightning pops all over Oswald! Red lightning.

"You have FORCE powers?" Oswald says stunned, " Imean, mostly it just made my hair stand up, but oh that's cheesing me off."

"If you strike me down, Darth Oswald, I will return more powerful than hyou can ever imagine" He lowers his blade

"I'll chance it," the chimera says and swings...