[b]Birsi[/b]

Oath and Order, or Praise and Desires… 

Birsi had her foe in a blade lock, focused entirely on beating her, but now there was a seed of doubt, not in her abilities, but on what to do next. She could twist the hilt, disarm the Host, and bring in a total of Four Firewheels, or accept the Host’s Offer and… And… Confound it all!

The Guardswoman gripped her sword tightly, and with a small roar of exertion, forced the blade from her opponents hands, forcing it to clatter against the ground. While her foe expected there to be a sword point at her neck, no doubt closing her eyes in preparation, she would instead hear the result… A sword gliding back into its sheath, and a somewhat frustrated huff from the smaller woman. 

Sweat dripped from her brow, her own this time, and she took a moment to draw a handkerchief from her breast pocket to pat away the sweat and remove the lipstick that had been forcibly applied to her lips before returning her gaze to the Host. “Your ‘girls’ will never set foot in The Room of the Manifold Stars, drunk or sober, and you will accompany me to my Direct Superior. Then you shall accompany me tonight. Are we clear?” The guardswoman would then go to fetch Silsila’s sword, and… Oh man this was so much heavier than she expected.


[hider=My Hider]

Birsi will accept that XP and give Silsila Om a String. Take your date with the stiff board of a guardswoman. :)

[/hider]

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[b]Silsila Om[/b]

For those unfamiliar with the Host (which, to be fair, was nearly everyone) Om's demeanor hardly shifted at all. Only she knew the huge ripple of relief which ran through her body. Birsi had [b]moves[/b], when she wasn't letting herself get pinned to the walls by rapscallions.

"Deal." Om said, quick enough that Birsi might squint at her. She and the Vo siblings knew Om really had no control over them, and that being technically banned from the room would only make it more attractive. Let them do it just to spite Birsi, reasoned Om. Just get caught away from the host and eat the punishment on their own.

Om tried to play it cool for all of 15 seconds after picking up the sword and walking out with Birsi, before bursting out. "How the [b]hell[/b] were you blocking me with your little reed arms? I should have knocked you flat on your ass a half dozen times during that duel!" Anxiety was plain on her face. Had Birsi ever spared Om a passing thought before beyond "The big hot host that the Fire Wheels have"? The anxious frustration with which she hissed those words out might have taken her by surprise...