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Yunad walked up to the massive, magical wall, her hands resting idoly on her hips. She touched the wall and it felt cold, almost freezing. A guard from above called down to her on what her business was and when she told him it was Hero business opened the gates wide enough for her and anyone else she was with to enter.

The town was bustling with activity and Yunad already knew where she could find Mina. Her house was near the Grand Minister's, whoever had been elected for the position recently she had no idea. That didn't matter though, she wasn't here to see him. She began to walk towards Mina's house.

Yunad knocked lightly on Mina's door. It had been a long time since they had talked but now was kind of urgent. When no one answered she knocked louder, still getting no response.

"Strale, she's not home. We'll have to find something to do until she gets here. There isn't much but a bar down the street that has entertainers of sorts."

She started walking, a bit disappointed.

((I don't have anybody to play Mina right now so we're kind of screwed.))

Boe hoped down from Prizm's back shortly followed by Molic.

He spoke to Shiva, "It's gonna be tricky getting in there."

As he went to raise his hood again, an idea struck him. He looked from Prizm, to Shiva, to Molic, and then at Liliha. "...Kid, you're a magician's apprentice, right?'

"Molic, and yes and a little bit of a no."

"The ice.-"

"That was an accident. My magic only works when I have an emotional spike. Like a sudden jolt of fear."

Molic cringed under the grinnig stare Boe gave him. "Here's the plan I got to to get in, We'll desgise as entertainers, like Liliha, but they aren't going to believe us right off the bat so we'll probably have to give them a bit of a show. i got a few showmen's skills with archery, so I'm thinkin' we can us your people skills, liliha, and let you do all the talking. A ring-master of sorts. As for the show," Boe's features took on a air of mischief. "Four arrows in one shot, three rings of fire and a moveing Willam-Tell. The big finish is whatever happens when Little Molic wets his pants."

Shiva clapped in her approval and giggled at Molic's expression, "And just why do you think I'll wet myself?"

Boe answered coolly, "Who do you think will be holding the apple?"

(I really hope I don't make her mad by doing this but she IS taking her sweet time about posting in here.... scream )

While Liliha weaved her spell on the guards, Boe straped Molic to Prizm's saddle. "That should be enough," Boe said makeing the last adjustment. He then strunge the the bright red apple Liliha had pulled out of her box and attacked it to the top of Molic's head, "Remember to keep as still as you can. I don't miss often but we may just wittness a little miracle...right between the eyes."

"I hope I make you belch bubbles," Molic hiss with Boe's finger still pointing out the exact spot he had selected for his 'mistake'.


(Last chance. I'll give her till 2 days to add something then I'll go for it.)

(yes it has)
(disclaimer: do NOT try this ever your not suppose to be able to shoot with a horizontle boe from my understanding)

The guards gathered at the wall to see what show the stange travels could preform on short notice.

Boe knocked four arrows on a horizontal boe, drew the string, signaling Shiva to smack Prizm in the hind flank. Shiva speed out in front of Prizm Pauseing to light three none existante rings in the air parallel to Molic's head on the nightstallion's back. Boe realised just as Molic's head fell into position. The arrows would have made their targets if it hadn't been for Molic's subcontiously controled magic. A return spell forced each of the arrows back at Boe who had little time to dodge. If he had bent either way he would have been hit in the head, a back bend would have left his arms open to strike. He did what no man should be able to do, side splits. each arrow struck the force field and was desintagrated. Prizm cantered around Boe, who was gently checking to be sure everything was still there and raiseing his hood to hide the tears. Molic laughed to the point he cryed himself.

(Disclaimer: Some guys are able to do splits without hurting themselves. They are called gymnists, because they can turn themselves into pretzals.)

Liliha hadn't paid a bit of attention, trying to talk to the guards about letting them in. She turned when their attention left her to watch the show. She wasn't really amazed. She had seen stunts like it performed on the roads but it was different seeing it up close. She appluaded with the guards, smiling to her companions.

"We are just here to see some people, get a bit of money and be on our way."

She said, turning back to the head guard. He nodded, patted her on the shoulder, saying something that was to hard to understand becuase of his accent but he opened the gate for them. Liliha curtsied and took a hold on Prism's reins, leading him into the city.

"Not exactly but you gotta work with what you got," Boe nodded back and sighed from under the mask trying to act as if he hadn't hurt himself.

"Hello creepy Tigral dude! 'Member me," Molic asked still tied firmly to Prizm with the whole apple on the top of his head.

Shiva hovered above his head before sitting down and petting his fur. Boe heard her say in her faerie language, "Fluffy is good...Fluffy catches well-."

"Leave him alone Shiva."