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[h2][color=C24641]Zak[/color][/h2][/center]
     Zak leaned back as Syphax approached, briefly remembering his last unfortunate encounter with harpies. Glowing jubilantly with accomplishment, the warrior explained the qualities of the feather. [color=C24641]"Ye don't say?"[/color] He muttered, pocketing the item within his coat. [color=C24641]"So if tha feather is mightier than tha pen..."[/color] The curious angel leaned in.[color=C24641] "...an' tha pen is mightier than tha sword..."[/color] As Syphax turned to converse with another of his kind, Zak quickly reached out, snagging another pair of feathers from the wing of the cheerful harpy, before darting out of sight behind a pillar. [color=C24641]"Three lifetimes o' feathers. What else could a lad ever need?"[/color] Zak's hand disappeared once again inside his coat, adding the feathers to his pocket of hidden treasures, and came out with another joint pinched between his knuckles. He brought it up to his lips, ready to light when suddenly he noticed a brief flicker of movement a couple yards away. Curiosity struck the fiery haired angel once again, sending him into a seemingly oblivious roam about the pavilion.

     [color=C24641]"Howdy pardner."[/color] Mumbled Zak jovially in a western accent as he bumped into the cowboy themed man Omega in his path who was introducing himself. [color=C24641]"Nice hat."[/color] He declared shooting the cowboy with his finger like a pretend gun as he continued backward. However the grinning angel lost his footing and tripped over another angel, toppling backward head over heels into the thralls of a plot of bushes away from the group. He wasn't much for crowds anyhow. Disappearing into the foliage, Zak groaned and scratched his head, knocking away a few leaves absently before noticing the root of his earlier curiosity. Rolling onto his stomach, Zak crawled across the ground war trenches style over to the girl having an avid conversation with herself in the cover of the leaves. Zak quietly listened for a moment before scooting next to her and splitting open a small hole in the foliage to get a look at what or who she was observing.[color=C24641] "Who're we hidin' from?"[/color] Asked Zak in a whisper, lighting the joint clasped in his lips with a flame from the tip of his index finger. [color=C24641]"Oh wait Ah know...bird people spook me too."[/color]

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