[b]Very much Silsila Om again, no fancy crossouts this time[/b]

Well, maybe that was a bit presumptuous of the Host. Everything had been so weird! She'd been banking on the fairytale atmosphere to carry Bowlyn into committing to this bizarre dance with her. Maybe she shouldn't have expected so much. It isn't like Silsila had earned anything from anyone.

The towering host raised an arm to guard her eyes, stumbling back a step and falling plumb off the side of the building. For a more deserving hero, a shipment of cushions awaited beneath. At least a cart full of hay. Om got no such luxury, instead slamming into the cold, hard dirt of an unpaved side street, the already condensed dirt cracking under her dense, heavy body. Silsila sat up, vision blurry. Was she seeing... halves? She held her arms up--just two. That brief, wonderful, terrible transformation had ended.

"Yo, Silsila!" Rava Qi called from the sidelines. The host staggered to her feet, clothing disheveled, picking her sword up and looking over at the raven-haired firebrand.
"What?"
"You look terrible! Did you lose a fight? Merov is gonna [b]hate[/b] that. You know how she gets it."
"I didn't lose a fight." Silsila snapped back, irritably. "I just fell off a roof. On purpose."
"Who falls off a roof on purpose?"
"I'm going to make [b]you[/b] fall off a roof on purpose, after I'm through with you. You'll be hopping at a word from me just for the opportunity to get another touch!"

Hoist! With one bulging, gold covered arm, Silsila hauls Rava up over her shoulder, carting the suddenly squealing Fire Wheel over her shoulder and stomping off into more familiar, less hostile climes. "Where's the other Wheels? What are we doing tonight?"

She needed to think of something else. Anything else.

What a disaster!

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[b]Birsi![/b]

Goodness that perfume felt thick and heavy, how had she not smelt it sneaking up behind her? Probably due to the other cheap perfume smells around the place, the 78 Heavens having plenty of other odors besides Perfume to mask the scents of those inside. While her mind and senses faltered at the smells, she was shoved against that wall and pinned flush against it, forcing her into a flatfooted position. There would not be much room to guard with her sword, much less even swing it, and that was assuming the woman didn’t already have one of her hands on Birsi’s pommel, keeping the blade sheathed even if she did go for it.

Birsi supposed it was time to try and use other skills besides her bladework to get out of this one, that Brutish “Charm” the Fire Wheels claimed to all have could work… Right? Oh goodness could she even do it right? She was a person of Order and Routine, not Boldness and Gracelessness of the Brutes she pretended to be right now! No words escaped her lips, only breaths that grew heavy over time, the internal doubt and insecurity forcing her into a dazed state where all she could do was breathe that cheap, layered perfume that was starting to become more and more overpowering… 

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So… Rolled to Entice her way out, remembered that she can’t use her “Hot Cop” routine without breaking her cover (Also doesn’t have her good gloves to make it work), so she had to roll with Heart rather than Spirit… Got two 1’s on the dice, and with a -1 to Heart and a -1 to Entice from Insecure, that is a flat 0. Hoo Boy…
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