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@BBeast Ahh, I didn't know that. Emily, still doesn't know that. So Torrens could proably get out of the way when he realizes what is going on.
Emily had finished strengthening the walls, and began to channel her Storm Magic, still riding off the power of the last song. The ground had been made in such a way that when the explosion went off, it would shift so as to shield the Horde - except Torrens, who would probably think the explosion was a spicy curry - from the damage. However, while she was working, a wind suddenly whipping up inside the tunnels, her mind was not so quite.
'Ohh, hello cutie. Wanna come over and we can make dual-blood babies?' The Kitsune asked, stunning the rest of them, except Emily who was too caught up in the spell to listen to her mind.
'You can't just invite people here, it's not your body!' the Overseer exclaimed, shaking his head.
'I wouldn't mind having a bit' one of the minor fire spirits put in, followed by the thought of him getting his head caved in by the Overseer.
'BURN!!!!' Came the second, less sane fire spirit, panting with anger. 'FIRE! SMOKE! DEATH!"
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Ah. Well in case you missed it, she posted this in the OOC a couple days back so you might be waiting a while:

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Well, then, I will also be a while. Don't mind me until then.
Ahh. Waiting for Pyro to post. That's all.
@Pannette and @Stein are, unfortunately, about to be kicked due to timeout. Man, we just can't get a proper stand-in for Priscilla, can we?

@Kabensaal, @Abillioncats, please report in.


Ehh?
Emily was dragged along with the flow, not sure what she was going to do, she was no front line fighter after all. And when she saw the dwarven line, it just made her even more nervous. But, the barrels of explosives did give her an idea. Maybe, with her no-so-great-but-still-kinda-good Earth Magic, she could harden the walls so they wouldn't blow apart, and then blow the barrels into the Dwarven line with her slightly-less-good-than-Earth-but-still-not-that-bad Storm Magic, and then detonate it all and watch bits of dwarf fly all over the place while the walls stayed solid.
'That's your plan?' her Kitsune asked, incrediously. Emily was forced to admit it was a stupid plan, but stupid worked a lot of the time. Half the horde was made up of stupid things, and yet here they were.

So, putting her plan into action, Emily crouched down and placed a hand on the Earth, probing it. She could sense the dwarves and the Master clashing over control, but was certain she could sneak around them both, and swipe control from them both. Working without Runes would be interesting, but she could focus her magic musically, something which very few mages did.
"Early one morning, around the first of may, a priest came wandering into a woodland glave.." she started, putting all her power into this. It wasn't some flash and flick thing like her fires, after all.
Mokuren shrugged as Skyra said she didn't like her. It didn't affect the fox girl any, because she had already forgot it by the time it was said.
"Ok, we can go and eat with your team mates. And stuff. Sure" She said, without much enthusiam, or anything at all really. The way Skra had shut down her ideas of a date, and then denied any ideas of liking her, really would have heard a normal person. Mokuren, however, didn't have the proper emotional spectrum to be hurt, so she was simply in the void of absolute nothingness and no emotions of any kind except maybe cheese again.
Dwarven Mystics could smother any fire thrown into the tunnels. I mean, if you live in a mountian all the time, Geomancy would come natural. So you'd need someone to run interference with them, so you don't sacrifice any momentum with your troops and give the hardened dwarf troops chance to push them out.
Mokuren watched Skyra flail as her tom-boy image was mercilessly destroyed, and twirlied an invisible mustache, laughing evily out loud.
"HahaHAhaha" However, all joking and laughing aside, she managed to retain some shread of sanity when Skyra spoke. "Ohh, a skirt is no good. It has to be a beautiful dress, one that flows and makes you look so beautiful" Mokuren explained, her nose bleeding as the prospect of such an attractive sight. Then, on a stray bit of wind, Mokuren caught Skyra's scent in full, and it made her happy. This girl, this faunus, smelled so good, for whatever reason it was, Mokuren wasn't about to complain. What she did do, however, was advance on the girl and nuzzle her neck, but only for a few seconds, since she was interupted by bleeping. "Die foul bleeping thing!" She exzclaimed, before Skyra dealt with it. Apparently, it was an invite to lunch, with Skyra. Skyra inviting to lunch. Skyra Lunch!

Swiftly imitating a tomato in colour, Mokuren bit her lip hesitently for a few seconds, and then nodded.
"I...like that idea. It's a date!" She declared with great vigor, only to freeze when she heard what she had actually said, and remain stiff, awaiting the judgement of Skyra.
i prefer "this is a mess" by the philosopher of antiquity Lucas Schwarz

its really poignant


Discworld proposes an alternative hypothesis.

"Things just happen, what the hell?"
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