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"What part of no, don't you seem to get? If he lays a hand on any of my friends, you two, I'll kill him myself. My mother and sister taught me enough Gypsy magic to kick his a** easy." he smiled lightly as he walked with Dust and Shiyaa into the garden, calling his cards back as he went. "A bit ironic don't you think?" he asked, laughing slightly as he showed the other two the cards, the Jokers.

"Yeah it's usefull, but some of it's pretty hard to do. It's all rituals that are hard though, most of it's pretty simple, stemming from an object that has a wish attached to it. When a Gypsy makes a wish, while holding something of sentimental value close to their heart, the wish becomes a part of the object." he pulled his whole deck out of it's holster and started searching through the deck until he found the card he was looking for."Like this card here, my Blue Rose of Fate. I wished it would appear whenever I tried to read the cards, so long as it would come true. Now it does." he took the blue rose from his hair and snapped two thorns from it's stem them replaced it. He held both thorns close to his heart and spoke softly, but loud enough that Dust and Shiyaa could hear him."O' the wish of this Gypsy child, son of Moon and Sky, comes laced with love in every word. To thine own self be true, to these words as I speak them. My friends whose eyes once filled with fears now fill with loving tears. Take to the heart and bring me to them, should ever they need protection, from Gypsy, Genie, Pixxie or human cruelty, or any such dangers. O' this is the wish of this Gypsy child, son of Moon and Sky." he held out his hand as the thorns lost the very pale emerald green luster they seemed to have had when he'd first opened his palm. "Keep these, one apiece. I'll always know when you need me to protect you now." he smiled lightly now, his soft green eyes filled with obvious love for his friends.

Shiyaa gave Dust a questioning look, then took the thorn that was offern carefully, smiling happily. He bowed slightly in a way to say thank you. Then he look at at Dust, then Tristan, sighing. He didn't know what to say, who to follow.

"If you want to stop the King's pointless games of slaughter with slutty little boys, I can help with that. I'm pretty good and playing dress up just right for the occasion." he ran back to his room and within moments he was trodding back with an armful of assorted items, including a new outfit and a small amount of makeup."My place or yours?" he asked Shiyaa, then looked to Dust."I don't want anyone to have to die like this. If I must fight, I want to at least try and help stop mindless killing for his entertainment. Where should we meet you?" he took Shiyaa's hand in his own and gripped it in a way to let him know he was being true to his words.

After his little 'run-in', Marrek had proceeded directly to his throne room where he now sat fuming. His posture was slouched over to one side, chin cupped in one palm. The two men who had accompanied him earlier now kneeled before him, heads bowed. "How long have the two of you served in this court? Around.. ten years, would you say?" he asked, narrowed eyes cast off to the far wall. When he received an affirmation, he continued. "And have you ever failed me before?" There came a no from them both.

"Then why is it you courage fails you when you're faced against a peasant gypsy and his toy cards, insolent fools?!" A long, deathly silence fell over the large room in which few dared to breath before it looked as if Marrek's tenseness began to dissipate. "One more screw up and your blood will stain The Pit's floor.. Now leave me." Without hesitation, the two guards quickly removed themselves from the throne room.

Dust grinned as they left. Make-up, ha. He started heading for his place, off down a side-street, and called down a bird that wasn't really a bird, it was a communication device.

He told it his plan on how to get The Pit and its people back on His Majesty's good side. ...It was kinda a long shot. Actually it was just a diversion to buy them some time while they figured out what to do. And off the bird went.

Just as he was unlocking his front door, the rustle of wings made him look up. He hadn't expected a response from The Owner this quickly. "Do it," the bird said in a parrot-like kind of voice and flew off.

Well, it's good to have plans.

(( Sorry, been away from home LARPing in the woods. Shiyaa is so much more difficult in IRL ^_^;; ))

Shiyaa nodded," I've worn make up plently of times, don't worry about that. I'm quite good at it, I just don't normally wear it." He said,' And I may have some clothing that may assist us as well."

Shiyaa actually seemed happy about this, even if it ment dressing sluty. After all, he got to use his beauty for a good perpose.

Tristan was glad to hear that Shiyaa didn't mid makeup. Once in his room he started fishing around in his closet until he finally found the two outfits he was looking for, a wonderfully revealing blood red outfit for Shiyaa and a matching one of dark green for him. He took the sparkling, yes sparkling, outfits and lay them out on the bed."The red one is yours alright. You'll look just gorgeous, trust me. And believe me when I say that a beautiful slut is much more attractive to an like the king than a trampy looking one is." he quickly stripped out of the clothes he was wearing and slipped into the green outfit. Once dressed he grabbed an eye liner pencil, a stick of lip liner, some colored lip gloss and eye glitter from his dresser and stated putting it on, just enough to bring out his features and make him look more attractive to a man in a position of power."Once you're dressed, you can either pick and put it on or tell me what you want and let me do it, but we need to hurry so we're not late meeting Dust, ok." he told Shiyaa once he was done with the lip gloss.