I walk away from the RPing cafe, throwing off my hood and digging into the canolis I'v just purchased. Man, are they good. I find Jake resting at the foot of a tree a little ways away, staring at a little leeflet in his hand. 

"What is it?" I ask, "Oh, and here are your fudgey brownies. Fresh baked."

"shadow, I think you ought to see this,"

I read the note. The oh-so-neatly printed pamphlet announcing the messy execution of my little sister.

"We're crashing this, aren't we?"

"Yes," I say, "Yes we are."

Rigga, I swear this to Claaws above. You kill my sister, I kill you.

No exceptions.

You will not escape me this time.  

Oh how lovely, dear. 

Except you can't crash it. You can only hope that your sister wins the battle. 

I'll be there. Just in case someone decides to try and wreck the execution.

Dear Rigga,

Thank you so very much for the invitation. I would be delighted to come, as well as my entourage. Please reserve me a spot in the third box seat. I always find that the third box has the best view. Thank you again.

Lady Gemini

P.S. Is there a apparel color-code? If so, send the palette back with the dove delivering this message. 

Shadow, I don't have much time with this stupid transmission, but I just wanted to let you know, don't come and rescue me. 

You would not believe the security measures that Rigga has put up. It's a trap. I mean, the battle will still happen, but I've dealt with people ten times my size. I'll work it out.

My advice? Come anyway, disguised. I know I'm young, but if I win and live, great, if I almost die, honestly, I've put up with a lot already. It'll just be another battle.

With love,

Alexandria Lily Brown 

*question* Is this the thread where it'll be roleplayed?

Well now

Parties are meant to be crashed.

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MoonR read the letter twice. 

A party? Horay! We'll have so much fun, with the splendor till morning sun, and the cake is so bright, shining with proud light, that the owls will cry out in a fright!

It was an old-school rhyme, one thst popped into her head as soon as she read the first line, a rhyme chanted whenever a little dragonling had a coming of age. 

Rhymes were the least of her worries, though.

Shadow would be there, no doubt. There to rescue her sis and try to save her from certain death. It was almost certain that she would come, swooping in, brandishing a dagger or sword or some other shiny object, shouting a war cry and diving for her sister.

But MoonR knew, with a sinking certainty, that Rigga KNEW this. It was a routine, almost- look! Shadow's sister is captured! Oh, let's all rush in and get her!- and then she would be tricked, or fooled, or killed and hurt in some shape or form. 

And Rigga would set a trap.

MoonR wanted to help Shadow rescue her sis, but something in the back of her head trilled oh dear, if you go in with them you'll get killed! Use your suprise, your i'm-just-a-small-dragon-who-has-come-to-enjoy-the-show tactic and GET THE HECK OUT! 

Rigga would'nt be expecting a drago-shift to suddenly attack, right? 'Specially if Shadow was overwhelmed and did'nt know anything about her. It was easy almost. All she had to do was get in the actual party....

I could hide my wings, fold them over...bring Stoneshatter...meet Shadow and tell her i'm on her side...Jaaws would try to stop her...

What if Shadow had an ally she never knew existed?

Would that be enough to turn the tables?

It has to make a difference, right?

Turning the question over in her mind, MoonR set a course for the Pinespike Arena.

You've got an ally, Shadow. One that will reveal herself in good time. 

-MoonR 

Thank you for RSVPing to this invitation, Lady Gemini. Your seats have already been reserved, and we will see you then. 

Yes, this will be an RP from wherever you are. But this is the centeral plot.

Also, this party is meant to be uncrashable and this fight has to go down. Sorry, but we are taking extra security measures that sometimes even the trickiest of us can't get past. 

Dear Rigga,

My brother and I (Maximus) are delighted to have recieved your invitation. We are the princes of the Royal Court of Desert Bluffs, so I believe we will qualify for box seats? Also, who is this little traitor you're executing, and who'll she be fighting?

Sorry to ask all the questions, but we've always been rather inquisitorial. 

We look foreward to watching the fight.

Maximus and Marcus Non Realum of the Royal Court of Desert Bluffs, just north of Aslahari

Dear Headmistress Rigga,

I am intrested in joining SOCS. How would I go about this? Is there an application I need to fill out? 

Thank you,

Beatrice Woods 

Uh, who's actually being executed? Gigi says riny. Rainy?