[Mini Event] NO ASCENDED ALLOWED D:<

Abraham had diligently worked on his lantern before all hell broke loose. Food was flying left and right and the leviathan weaved his way away from most of it -- but not without taking a pie shot directly from Ray in his back. Gwyneverre hissed and leapt for trees, her wings furling open and seeking sky. Abraham too hissed, swinging around to face his assailant. It all moved too quickly, chaotically, and the man was not able to pinpoint who exactly had launched the pastry at him. Then, further shenanigans ensued. Abraham couldn't help but sputter a short chuckle as Locke stood, pants at his ankles. He watched from his distance how the man's eyes -- pained with embarrassment -- locked down on the ballet queen below him. That was interesting. A creature of delicate darkness and sharp tongue with....that? Abraham chuckled again, though he was far enough away from the mass of people that it was only to himself. Abraham So this is the hate I've been born to Full are the tales of the untrue

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