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[flicker_flash]

[T'was a fine evening in Good Spirits, where regular patrons and first time visitors alike could lurk in their corners, drink their ale, socialise and maybe thank whoever might be listening in that the chaos in the village had yet to touch their favourite drinking spot. Ohoho.Suddenly, a wild pooka appears!  Slamming the door open, sword in hand,

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[consultmybooks]

[...Giles is not in the bar.

When he sees the leprechauns run past chasing a very familiar small child? Giles suddenly wishes he was in the bar. And drunk. So very drunk. He is getting far too old for this.

Giles sighs in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose and adjusting the grip of his broadsword.]

Katie...

[Rushing inside to help.]

[flicker_flash]

[Look, she swears she didn't touch anything this time! Or at least she would if she could be, y'know, bluntly honest about these things. Either way, said small child has vanished from view when Giles rushes in, but that may be because she is under a table and there are leprechauns in the way. A lot of them.

...she's still giggling, somewhere back there. And then she abruptly stops, because it is hard to giggle and swing a sword at the same time :|]

[consultmybooks]

Katie...

[All right. It's a smaller target than he's used to, but Giles is just giong to go ahead and attempt a decapitation on the nearest leprechaun before making for cover because he's still outnumbered and leprechauns back home were not something you wanted to get into a fight with.]

...didn't you say something about leprechauns not being terribly fond of scissors?

[flicker_flash]

[Well at least this particular brand of leprechaun isn't gory; one decapitation later and the creature just vanishes in a flash of light. That rather gets the attention of several others, though, turning on Giles with baleful looks and hefting everything from wine bottles to chair legs.]

Giles? Is that you? [Please hold, kicking one leprechaun to the other side of the room (where it bounces off the wall and tries gnawing on a different patron. Whoops.) Katie still sounds cheerful.] They hate them. Especially sewing scissors!

[This is an absolute lie, of course.]

[inside the bar]

[lists_to_port]

Katie? You've........

Leprechauns.

[Jack takes a looooooooong drink of rum at that sight.]

[inside the bar]

[flicker_flash]

Leprechauns!

[So said as she vanishes under the table. And sadly they are still there when Jack has finished and possibly multiplying by the second. Katie sticks a hand out to wave at him before retreating back under shelter and taking the blunt end of said sword to some poor leprechaun bastard's face. Take that.]

[lists_to_port]

[Jack looks at the multiplying leprechauns with dismay, looks at his bottle of rum, looks back at the leprechauns, and looks at the rum again. The fight rages on around him.]

I thought I'd gotten OVER the leprechauns, honestly.

[And he pushes the bottle away from himself.]

[flicker_flash]

[If he doesn't want the bottle, the leprechauns'll have it-- it gets snatched off the table by one enterprising brawler as he continues on his way to picking a fight with one (1) small child and several other bar occupants. Like Vash.

Jack might want to do something about the one lone leprechaun that's just been punted out of the mob surrounding Katie and bouncing off the wall by his head to land on his table, though.]

[touchofrogue]

[There is a giggling child running down the street.

There is a giggling child running down the street being chased by an angry mob.

There is a giggling child running down the street being chased by an angry mob of leprechauns.

Oh. My. Gawd.

And then she's abandoning shop and running after them, because like hell a little kid is getting hurt while she's around.

[flicker_flash]

[Admit it, Rogue, you were bored anyway. Please don't mind Katie skittering under a table once she gets there and vanishing from sight as a bunch of three foot men kinda ...collide with each other comically in an attempt to all follow her at the same time.]

[flicker_flash]

[Two little girls with swords! This leprechaun horde doesn't stand a chance. Though they don't actually have guns, just wine bottles and various blunt instruments designed to beat you about the head with--]

Hello, Lucy! Could you give me a hand? [Because clearly a not-quite-queen with a sword is all she needs in this situation! Less boring than crackers, right?]

[flicker_flash]

[Can't go past Mythbusters Katie is also whacking at them, sword in hand-- although she seems to be using the flat of her sword more than anything else right now. She's just having too much fun.]

I think they're polar bears! In disguise!

[...totally believable right >_>]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash hadn't been long in the bar himself. Having just ducked away from some bandits and pouring himself a large glass of beer. Downing it in one go.]

Ahhhh! I'm alive again! [Just when he thinks about pouring himself another glass in runs in a tiny... Katie?]

Oh, hey there kiddo, what are you doing with that kn- IS THAT A LEPRECHAUN!?

[flicker_flash]

Hello, Vash. [GOODBYE VASH. Sliding under the table out of sight.

And don't be ridiculous. It's not a leprechaun.

IT'S A WHOLE HORDE. Some of them are heading your way. B| CHAAARGE]

[goldenglasses]

WHAT IS WITH TODAY!? [Grabbing a bar stool and holding it out to keep the leprechauns at bay.] Nice green man, let's be reasonable here, okay?

/threadjacks for great justice

[touchofrogue]

[And this is the scene Rogue runs into. Katie, sliding under the table, and Vash threatening them with a bar stool.]

Oh, for Pete's sake.

[About then is when the leprechauns notice they have a new guest! Some of them start swarming towards the door! Which is great, because you know they're really of the exact right height to be flip towards and kick hard in the head.]