13th Star

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[It's a beautiful day in Mayfield, and Lyon greets the day early in the morning by clawing her way up through several feet of dirt.  This dress she's wearing isn't exactly standard attire for a Queen's Knight apprentice, but for some reason it just feels right today.  And there's one person in particular she definitely can't wait to see.]

Prince...

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[As if this week couldn't get stranger. Caesar was planning on wandering towards school today, but this bout of weirdness is more interesting than class.]

Lyon? What in the world are you wearing?

[Because that is so not her, that dress.]

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I don't know... it just felt like the right thing to wear today for some reason.

[She says in her normal tone of voice as she slowly stalks toward Caesar, hands held in the air menacingly.]

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[Why is she shambling? Better yet, why is she shambling towards him?

Not that... it's dangerous. He can just move backwards down the sidewalk, staying just out of her reach.]

Where did you even get a dress like that?

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I had it when I woke up today. Isn't it pretty?

[shamble stalk creep]

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[Stiiiill keeping out of reach.]

Maybe if it were smaller. You don't really fill it out too well...

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Hey! Just for that, I should carry you back to my crypt!

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Oh, I'm so worried. How will I ever escape the clutches of slow-moving Lyon.

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You'll be sorry when I catch you!

[Raising her arms as high above her head as she can, moving along on tiptoe.]

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[And now this has gotten absolutely hilarious.]

And when will that be? In an hour or two? [He laughs, still keeping just out of reach. Ha, though he might want to watch where he's going, walking backwards like that...]

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[Slow and steady wins the race. Lyon just keeps creeping up on him.]

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[And Caesar keeps on strolling casually out of her reach. This is the funniest thing he's witnessed in awhile-- oh. Up until his boot heel catches on an uneven part of the sidewalk, anyway.

Crap.

There goes his balance. Hello, ground.]

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Haha! I've got you now!

[Now Lyon is looming right over him. WHAT DO, SILVERBERG.]

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[How about... kick her in the knee? Yeah. He's going to go with that option.]

How about no.

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[Dirty pool, sir. That was on the same leg as her sprained ankle! Lyon takes the kick and falls hilariously forward onto Caesar, as might be expected in a situation as ridiculous as this one.]

Ow! Hey!

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[Hey, she died and came back undead or something! All is fair in zombie combat! This, however, was not what Caesar had in mind. It is also why he is not a fighter by any stretch of the word.]

Gh! [Great. Undead knight on top of him.] ...huh... you'd think someone this heavy would fill out that dress better after all...

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What! I am not heavy! Take that back!