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“Why, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑, my name is 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧. And I'm afraid that is not possible. My assignment from 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 was to retrieve this young girl. So, that is what I must do. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙥𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣.” ┆ #rwbyrp #mvrp

|Getting back into Tyrian slowly.

As if you wouldn't were she to tell you to.

-If it were his original tail, certainly, but without a stronger swing it won't be harmed so easily. Thus, she is lifted up, and promptly swung in a circle rapidly.- You shouldn't have played that trick, little girl.~

-Spins around to look, but also curls that mechanical appendage around her left ankle - - tightly.- . . . Wait a second.

GODDESS?! WHERE!?

HEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

-Raises a brow, then swiftly moves behind her and lays hands gently 'pon her shoulders. His visage, however, gets uncomfortably close to hers from the right.- "A contradiction, because if you weren't going to you wouldn't have even said anything.~"

-Puts fingers together, standing straight with a calm expression of his own now.- A bet and fireworks? Hmm, peculiar. Care to explain, firebird~?

"What will you do~?"

-A swishing tail tells of his excitement faster than the gleam in his eyes.- Is that so~?

And what, pray tell, has you emerging~?

Is that . . . Cora, I spy with my little eye~?

|The Chad we didn't know we both needed and wanted.

|With what we've seen out of Tyrian? Not outside the realm of possibilities.

Watching the fight with absolutely glee on his visage, digits clutching the edge of his perch with near stone-cracking strength.

Only if it is Her Grace who desires it will I put on such things.

Humming while sharpening his twin weapons.

Oh my, so many followers.~ Might the lot of you finally come to realize the brilliance that is Her Grace~?