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Kyrie blinks for a moment…swooning from her faint…but her eyes remain closed for now. A part of her thinks that she fell asleep in the comfy cozy chair in her room, and she’s simply not ready to face the idea that she dozed off into a nap again.

"I'm pretty sure there's only a limited number of masks that can be 'active' at any given time...though I've seen some Naguals for professions other than Boxa Libre. So...no idea. I haven't heard of magic skin masks for sale though." *he puts his gear away and thinks.* "Though....merchandise does tend to pop up among popular Boxadores. If El Temblor Verde he keep this up, maybe they'd make an action figure of him..." mrgreen

*Berkana giggles. She apparently heard Wagner's objection.*

"Lore and mythology tends to be somewhat poetic, and often is more about the message trying to be conveyed...so try not to worry about it too much. Whether or not the mythology is true or not doesn't really matter right now. What we can observe is that these sportsman need to control their breathing to maximize performance, the mask hinders their breathing, and music influences the mask in strange ways. Everything else is up to interpretation."

*She looks down at Kyrie snoozing, she pulls out a marker from her dress pocket...but then puts it back.* "I have to resist the urge to draw on her face...."

As Sara listened to the story surrounding the masks, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Menta. He and Verde really weren't all that different from each other. It could have been Verde as the loser up there and that was sad to think about. Verde however won. He got his Nazgul and will be able to continue fighting for his dream. So there were a mixture of happiness and excitement with the sadness.

Suddenly her heart began pounding. She told Verde that she wanted to talk to him after the match. She couldn't chicken out now! Wow this swirling of strong emotions! Hopefully she did not do anything silly because of it.


Shadow meanwhile carried a treat in his mouth as he approached where Kyrie was sleeping? Was it nap time already? Giving a squeak at Kyrie, Shadow went to gently nudge her hand. If it failed to rouse her, be would begin to look for the other friends to see if Kyrie was okay.

*Señorita Colada simply stares on as Menta's mask is ripped from him.*"So that's it then...." *She drops to her knees and is silent for a few moments.*



"Rocinante Zanja fought well. Personally, I'll remember El Fregar Menta for his performance today. And of course, I'll remember your performance as well. I hope to see you again in El Hexagono someday, Señorita Colada." *She turns to Verde's party.* "It was delightful meeting you all, and I hope to see you again. You are all most welcome back to Pluma de Relampago." *she curtsies and walks back the judges' table, preparing for the next match.*




"...a Quetzagriffon. I know it's just a Nagual, but still..." *The man in tan walks up to his sobbing nephew. He pats him on the shoulder and helps him up.* "Time to go home, mi sobrino."


*Señorita Colada stands, encouraged by Marcela's words....though she practically falls over in surprise when she sees Señor Zanja show some compassion. Perhaps even he was moved by this tragic situation.* "Rocinante Zanja. We had a good run. Thanks for honoring me until the very end." *She grabs his other arm and the trio make their exit.*





*Verde walks back to his friends and takes a deep breath.* "Thank you all for your support. I'm not sure if I could have done it without you. More than anything, I hope you were entertained." *The quetzagriffon purr-chirps in happiness, and wanders over to Jien. It looks sad that the strings broke, but it brushes up against him. It's strange because while not solid, it can be felt. Much like how you can feel the bass off a subwoofer. Then it wanders over to Shadow and waves a pawing at him as a greeting.* "I hadn't even thought of what to call him. I didn't know that he would be, let alone a Quetzagriffon. I still can't believe that..."




"While I must admit that I was concerned, I did have faith you could pull it off. I did find it strange that your Nagual did not manifest when Carne de Cipactli molded into that limanzana-green colored mask. I did have my suspicions though." *He raises his arms in praise.* "Congratulations, dear boy! You performed splendidly, and achieved the best possible result you could have. It's unprecedented."

*Verde beams.* "Muc...muchas gracias, Entrenador. I...do not know what to say...." *Despite achieving something nearly impossible, Verde seems the most surprised at how his coach is freely praising him right now. He wipes his monocle and adjusts his top hat.* "Oh yes, I just remembered. Sara, what did you want to talk about?"

*Reporters rush in and flood Verde and Sara with questions. There's so many that it's easy to become disoriented.*



Just then a small dandy...lion Nagual prances through between the reporters legs and stands between them and the Guante Boxa Libre Club.*



*All of the other reporters jump back and end up falling into the moat, which had been returned to normal for the next match.*

*The leoweed snickers and jumps onto an oncoming reporter's head. The reporter appears to be a youth that's full of passion for spreading the word to the people.*



"¡Pap L. of the Cochotl Gazette, the best reporter north of the capital, nicetomeetcha!" *Pap gets up all in everyone's business and pulls out a feathered pen and some paper.* "¿So how does it feel to be foreigners in this great land of ours? ¿How did you travel? ¿How was the travel? Mustabeentough." *she turns to Verde.* "¿So how does it feel being the up-and-coming next big thing in Boxa Libre? ¡Everyone's talkin' about you kid, everyone! Action Figures and Comic Books could be your next deal." *Pap looks younger than Verde.... Pap turns to Jien.* "¿So how about you Piñata Guy? How do you float like that? Do you have a really long and thin string hanging down from somewhere? ¿Are you filled with candy? Gottaknowfast." *onto Dendrobis* "¿Hey are you and Limanzana guy there a thing? That would be mas rad. Mas rad indeed. ¿Also can you deliver news papers that awesome?" *onto Kyrie* "Hey lady. You were the hypest thing I've ever seen. SERIOUSLY! I think I saw Mac C. Mo taking notes on your cheering just then. They should make Ladies of Hype. ¿Maybe you can teach classes? Purplederpin." *next is Wagner. Pap takes a good look at him before saying anything.* "Nope."*The Nagual jumps on Wagner's shoulder and looks in his ear. Pap must be curious to some extent, it seems...but too creeped out to have a direct conversation. Onto Berkana.* "Hey lady. You dress weird." *on to Sara.* "So you were awesome. ¿Where'd you learn to play violin? Are you and El Temblor Verde going out by the way? You seem pretty close." *Pap asks that last question so casually, but stops and looks at Sara and awaiting an answer. They're still out in the arena, and the splashing reporters from before drew some attention from the crowd.*

“Ah…umm…” At first, Kyrie wasn’t sure how to respond to the reporter…only to be cut short by the fact that she so quickly moved onto the next person. Well…that is rather undignified! If the reporter really wanted an interview, then the dragoness decided she would have to go through the proper channels and ask one question at a time...calm and collectively! Hmph! And what the hell was Purplederpin supposed to mean?!

In the meantime, the purple scaled woman leaned down and offered her hand for Verde’s Nazgul to sniff. “Hello you! How are you this fine day…?”

Shadow was happily scooped up by Kyrie and nuzzled her face while trying not to smear the treat all over Kyrie. He was very happy and continued to eat his treat with an apparently full tummy. However his attention was grabbed by the winged quetzagriffon. Always looking forward to a new playmate, Shadow nuzzled Kyrie one more time before trying to approach the Nazgul.

Sara watched as Senorita Colada walked away with the down spirited Mental. Sara wanted to spend more time with them but now was not a good time to ask for it. Maybe she could send a letter?

Verde then addressed everyone thanking them for their support and expressing his surprise over his Nazgul. Sara smiled but kept silent because she wouldn't have been able to even fathom a guess about it until it already revealed itself. Besides it had been time for Verde's coach to talk to Verde.

Suddenly Verde recalled that Sara had wanted to talk to him. "Ah umm yes, perhaps if we could talk somewhere a bit more priva-" AND SUDDENLY REPORTERS!

Sara was startled by how many of them came out at once. Oh my gosh, where were they even hiding?! Then one took the stage by having a dandylion...or Dandy Lion...come up and knock the other reporters into the water. So many rapid questions! Her head was spinning!

Wait did she just ask if Verde and her were a couple? Sara felt her face burn red. What the heck?! "I-uh..if...if you could just give me a moment." Sara stuttered out not sure what to do. She had wanted to talk to Verde privately first.

Despite the huge dose of shun he'd just received by the overenthusiastic reported, Wager still offered a polite smile, partially to still appear amiable, but mostly because he was actually quite glad she had not asked him any awkward questions, despite the man often loving to ask them. The fact he was being mostly ignored was better than he had initially hoped for.

His attention switched to the woman's Nagual companion as it jumped up onto his shoulder, and he turned to give it an expression reflecting the creature's own curiosity. Knowing now what he did about the nature of these mysterious things, he could not help but be filled with questions. He quite wished to be able to borrow the Nagual to take back to his lab/apartment room to find out more, but strongly suspected the answer would be no, and possibly legal intervention.

"....I don't suppose you'd know by what nature your form may exist?" he asked the creature out of sheer curiosity, not really expecting any straightforward answer if at all "Oh, and if I were to try and describe you with the application of the Boltzmann constant, how successful would I be?" He figured that if he was going to ask something incapable of speech a question, he might as well go all in.