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"I'm ssso sssorry" the prophet hissed mockingly. He muttered a few words of power, and suddenly, about where its "shoulders" would normally be, two more growths formed. In a matter of seconds, they formed full-length necks, and unfolded, quickly becoming another duo of noggins. The snake was now a hydra.

"Better?" hissed the head on the left, before it began to chant. The head on the right moved to strike at Owle with a quick bite, while the center head waited until then to begin to chant itself.

"Not reall- Ah!" Owle exclaimed, diving out of the way of the serpent's jaws in the nick of time. A moment before putting her first thought into action, she stopped herself from attempting to cut off its head. Certainly, she knew the traditional method of keeping a head from growing back on a hydra, but who the hell knew if it would work...

No, what she really needed was-

And all of a sudden, a gigantic roll of athletic tape appeared inside the room, hovering in mid air. With a menacing RRRRRRIIIIIIIIPPPPP!, it extended a piece of tape and zoomed toward the mouth of the center head, aiming to tape its mouth shut.

The hydra heard the audible noise, and when it went to move towards the center head, the right panicked and abandoned Owle to dart into the way, the tape latching onto the scaley neck instead.

"Protection from cold!" the left said, a faint blue aura glowing about the entire length of the creature shortly.

It was then that the center head breathed out a large cloud of arctic, subzero air out. The cone would probably catch the right head, but it would be centered on catching Owle within its radius as well.

A large pair of child's scissors appeared, and snipped the end of the athletic tape neatly. Then the tape roll unzipped another part of itself, and went flying after whichever serpentine mouth it could reach first.

Owle, for her part, melted down into that protective ball of scales, falling fast and hard to the ground. The cone nicked one edge of the ball, causing a small growth of ice to form on the surface of those scales.

More tape I need more tape I need more tape...

RIP RIP RIIIP! went the athletic tape.

SNIP SNIP SNIP went the scissors.

And three more large, wide pieces of tape went flying through the air, two toward the left head, and one toward the right. If either of these mouths had gotten tapes already, though, one of the tape pieces flew, with reckless abandon, towards the center.

Sunstrike blinked a bit in shock, and was left to his own devises. Technically, he didn't really think Siat would eat the same things that Sun did, so he ordered what he thought the boy would like best, although he was going more by stereotypes then reality. Sun just didn't really eat what constituted as full meals.

So Siat got a full meal and Sun got a large bowl of strawberries. He knew he couldn't stick around all night, eventually he had to get back to his work at the stadium, but for now, he'd enjoy the time out and about.

Siat returned maybe four minutes later, backpack dangling from his hand. He certainly looked a little smarter, and certainly more casual. A simple salmon button up shirt with a white undershirt on his upperhalf, noticeably disguising his physique. His legs were covered by comfortable looking grey jeans, and scuffed shoes.

"'zat all you're getting?" He scraped his chair backwards, then made a series of scrapes as he tucked himself in, careful to avoid crushing Sunstrike's feet with the heavy backpack.

Sunstrike munched his way, absently, through a fifth strawberry and nodded.

"My way of working is a little odd. I can eat normally, but generally I don't have to eat at all. That makes big meals a little tedious." He grabbed his drink and downed half of it and then set it down again.

"What have you been up to, Siat? Found a girlfriend, yet?" He had to ask, not to be cruel, just for simple curiosities sake, and it opened conversational doors, so long as it didn't piss off his friend.