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[ctrlaltdelita]

[there is a rather surly-looking 18-year-old who has been forced into a very festive birthday hat. (it's colorful~!) there is a zombie nearby who is playing the happy birthday song on a kazoo.]

... yes, I am amused. Quite so. Will you depart from my presence yet?

Sir Agrias, I am ready.

(OOC: Sorry guys, I need to take a break. Hopefully I'll be

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[steadysword]

You appear a fool in such attire, Sir Delita. Surely you do not intend to fight in such a manner.

[ctrlaltdelita]

I intend nothing of the sort. Yet camp has chosen me fit for it's charade.

[steadysword]

So long as you remember that this is not a trivial matter.

[ctrlaltdelita]

Never for you, my lady.

[steadysword]

Had you not adopted such a careless manner in the first place, none of this would be necessary!

[ctrlaltdelita]

Yet I am sure t'would have happened eventually.

[steadysword]

Then it's just as well.

[ctrlaltdelita]

Oh, perhaps.

[steadysword]

What else would you say of the matter?

[ctrlaltdelita]

Things I am sure your delicate ears would not care to hear.

[steadysword]

You'll not consider me so delicate much longer!

[ctrlaltdelita]

One wonders.

[steadysword]

Let us find out.

[ctrlaltdelita]

[timeskip to the dueling field?]

[steadysword]

[timeskip is go!]

The field is properly marked?

[ctrlaltdelita]

Aye. I checked so this morning.