#rivervale_lodge

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Siv has been thoughtful of late, and strokes Mackerel as she lays on the roof of the lodge looking up. A tall girl, a big girl (troll) compared to mortals, she's nonetheless more nimble than many of her kith and feels quite at home up high.

A knock on a nearby windowsill. "Siv? You up there?"

It's Sylvi, from her own room.

"Yeah, I am. Hey, wanted to talk to you when you have time?"

Mackerel is irked. Why did the petting stop?

Below, in the tamped-down dirt of the training circle, Dagmar works a pattern with Flyswatter.

"Yeah, Dagmar mentioned, if it's about the same thing. Hang on..." She makes her way out of the window and across the roof to sit near Siv.

"Careful, it's dangerous for land lubbers" A smile "And aye. "

"Yes, Dread Pirate Siv." Sylvi sticks her tongue out at the older girl as she settles. She looks at Dagmar drilling down below. "So...yeah. You guys came up with some plans."

"well, actually, we were hoping for YOur help with the plans. " An admission. She watches Dagmar going at it

For all the size inherent to a halberd, Dagmar lets it fly into an arc with all the ease most would with a sabre. She might not be as fast as Siv, but one could easily imagine the force behind each swing.

"Wow...she's good..." Sylvi mutters. Then a nod to Siv. "She and I talked. She really wants to do this thing where she acts as bait, draws Bug Guy out, and then we...well...that part's kind of murky."

"I wasn't crazy about the bait idea," Siv says "But she is what he wants. The secret is to find some way to make him think she's alone, but she's not. And also..to deal with several cchimera at once"

"Well...I can Fuddle," she offers. "Maybe make him think she's not quite where she really is, while we hide nearby to jump him." Yeah, it doesn't sound nearly as solid as it did before.

"Might be all we have" She observes down below

"Maybe we should get her up here so we can all talk about it. Or go down and talk with her in the ring?"

"As long as you don't fuddle so I look like someone she doesn't like" wryly

"Ha! Yeah, that wouldn't be smart. Come on." She carefully works her way back to her bedroom window and in.

Siv calls out "Stay up here if you want, Mackerel, but down I go..." She follows on down. "She broke a popinjay last week. Girl hits like a wrecking ball"

A voice whispers from behind them on the roof. “Do you gotta yell?”

"I was there when she had her dream dance, remember? Things went SPLAT!" Down the stairs, through the main room, through the kitchen (grab a couple of snacks) and then out to the training ring.

((Sorry!)) She pauses long enough to realize where that voice came from. "Oh, hey, Symon. Sorry. Come on...I was hoping we could talk with you, too."

Symon peers from behind the eaves as the girls both almost miss him and head in, and shakes his head ruefully... moving over, his bare feet clinging easily to the roof tiles, and slips in after them. “What did you mean about bait?”

"GEez" A nearly jump

She's worked up a sweat, but has a fierce grin as she manages to speed up without making an error.

"We'll talk about it with Dagmar."

A faint grin at her jump. “If that spooks you, wait until our spooky story campfire night... we still doin that.”

Outside, Sylvi makes sure not to enter the ring while Dagmar's still swinging, but holds up a Dr. Pepper as a lure.

"Stories don't ninja you"

“Try telling that to an eshu...”

She stops. "Oh, hey guys." Flyswatter is swung to rest on her shoulder and she wipes her brow with the back of her free hand.

"Symon decided to try to scare me out if his skin, and hee looks entirely too happy about it" Despite the accusation she smiles

"Catch," Sylvi says, tossing Dagmar the soda. "Symon showed up.

"Serves you right, Ms. Roofs-Aren't-For-Landlubbers."

“Your skin’s still attached. Guess I can’t sell it on EBay as a Samhain troll costume.”

She snags the pop and gives it a thump to settle it before opening. "I see that."

She hands Dagmar a pastry, too, keeping one and a drink for herself. "Oh, Symon, you know where the sluagh stuff is, right? You can help yourself if you want."

"Fft… " at the dual jabs

“Geez, guys. Thanks, but I’m not LITERALLY starving to death. It’s just the cool look this season.” A pause, and he adds. “Appreciate the gesture, though. Speaking of starving, where’s the Cap?”

"Thanks..." She remembers some manners before devouring the pastry.

"Dirk? I think he was stomping around...something about patrolling being a lot like bullying just folks kiss your ass about it?"

"He's around. Or...he was." She frowns, glancing around.

Dirk stumbles into view "Well, that was stupid" He carries a baseball bat with a nail through it "She wants her cat down, she didn't say HOW to get it down"

"That cat again?"

He ponders this a moment. “Depends on whose side you’re seeing things from. If you’re someone who looks a quote-unquote troublemaker, yeah... the cops rolling past to see what you’re up to can seem unnerving.”

"I just got that cat down yesterday!

And he gives Dirk an nod as he stomps into view. “Nice weapon you got. Shop class?”

"Well, unless you bit the tree to make it fall so the cat went down... I think you did it different than me" Dirk says "And yeah, got the idea from shop."

Siv blinks "You bit the tree? Oh for... Dirk, we need trees."