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"WHA-" Aggles exclaimed before grabbing a hold of the staff on his side and, with a wave, several blue, slightly see-through blades appear above him. "I'll take care of these meanies!" He says cockily before charging up his next spell.

The Scholar reared his head back against the increasing fury of the wind and pointed his snout off to the west, where he could see the airborne galleon making its way towards them. "The audacity!" he boomed at the top of his lungs.

White Demon looked up at the galleon, and realized that the green folk were here to ruin the masquerade.
Though he wanted to help try and get rid of the air ship party crashers, he was afraid that he only had a small knife hidden under his blouse, strapped to his waist.

Plus, maybe violence wasn't the answer?
How was he to truly know? This was his first masquerade and didn't recall hearing that fighting was involved in one.

Alfred drew his revolvers and said "They'll regret trying to crash this party though!" As he tried to make out the galleon and its crew through the clouds

The Nameless One peers up at the skies, wind blowing the skirt of her dress and fanning her wings. "My, is that a... ship?"

Indeed it was. A wooden galleon inhabited by little green folk. They were all armed with swords and looking to crash the party!

...Unfortunately, Nameless was not in the mood for battle.

"Hmm, well, it was a pleasure to meet you all," Nameless stepped away, spreading her wings out once more. "But I came for a gala, not for a battle. Perhaps we shall meet sometime later on? Assuming you all survive? Yes, that sounds lovely.~"

In the blink of an eye, Nameless shrunk back to her natural size. "Farewell, you all! May Lady Luck smile down on you all!"

And... that was it. The fairy suddenly took off without any further warning, disappearing into the pine trees...

Aggles thrusts his staff upwards as it gets covered in a bow shaped magical aura that he holds out in front of him. Then, three magical arrows appear on the bow as he shoots all three of them into the sky after a moment.

... huh.

Cris turned in the direction of the noise andm seeing the galleon fly down on the party, her eyes narrowed. Did she just jinx this talking about her field of work? Ah, it seemed job would not leave her even a party's time off!

Except these party crashers, as the Duchess had named them, were going to find out that you just didn't plunder a party that an ex-pirate was attending. "It seems duty call", she sighed, turning to the Nameless One. "Will you excuse me?" Then she approached the Duchess and murmured very quietly: "My friend, is there any of your staff that may watch after my little girl while I... have a word with these guests?" The warmth was gone from her eyes, replaced by a sardonic determination. The crashers were NOT going to have a good time!