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[There's a sharp scream from the direction of the ballroom, a crack of thunder followed by a small explosion, then Firesong storms out, shuddering.] What in the goddess' name was that!? As if this situation couldn't be any more uninviting... [He stops walking, a slightly puzzled frown crossing his face as he puts a hand to the back of his head. Then he attempts to crane his heand around to look at his back.

Anyone who gets close enough might see the small wriggling hand caught in the bottom of Firesong's knee length hair.

Help him or laugh at him?]

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[Isaac stops. And looks. And looks. And notices. And stares. And staaaaaaaaaaaares. And gets a bit closer....and notices exactly WHAT is wriggling around....]

WAAGH!

[Firesong jumps, already on edge from what he's seen. At least when he turns it's a living person that made a noise this time.] Don't do that!

T-there's something in your h-h-hair!!!

In my hair? [He runs his hand down the back of his head then pulls the rest of his hair around so he can see it. It takes him a moment to notice what is hanging at the bottom of it. Then he screams holding it as far away from his as he can as shifts nervously.] Why...? [He pokes at the hand, whimpering disgustedly as it wriggles] It's in my hair!

And it's still moving....oh man, that's creepy....

You don't have it in you're hair! [His voice is slightly higher pitched then normal as he finally forces himself to touch the hand and attempts to pull it out of this hair but it's slimy and icky and it's wiggling. Besides it's pulling and it's just getting more tangled in his hair.] It's not working! [Of course he realizes the easiset way to get it out. But he wants that to be a last resort.]

[Isaac flails around looking for SOMETHING, eventually pulling his sword scababrd off his back and trying to push the thing out that way]

[Firesong gives a yell as that only results in pulling out a few of hairs. Finally he says in a tight voice] Just let me see the sword.

Ahh! Uh, s-sorry....

[Isaac tentatively unsheathes it and hands the sword to Firesong, hilt first]

[Firesong takes the sword and seems to hesitate a moment as he glances between his hair, the hand caught in it and the sword. Then he takes a deep breath and starts to saw off the part of his hair the hand happens to be caught in. It takes a few moments, and much wincing on Firesong's part, before the last strands part and the hand falls to earth with a splat.]

[dis fayce as Firesong does the cutting, and when the hand hits the ground, Isaac STOMPS on it so it doesn't get away]

[Firesong droops, staring despondently at the now ragged ends of his hair. Then he slowly straightens and glares at the hand under Issac's foot.] Move away from it. [Maybe he couldn't save his hair but he will get revenge for it.]

[Baaaaaacks away]

[Waits until he's clear before lashing out with a bolt of pure power that makes the hand explore into little pieces. Normally he hates wasting power on such displays but this is a special case. He just has a faintly satisfied look on his face before he glances back at his hair and shudders] ...I need bath.

[Sebastian has been doing his best to be ignorant of everything, but he needed some more wine, and so he has a bottle in hand when he spots the hand and frowns.]

That's not very like your usual style, is it? I suppose one sometimes changes one's fashions, but the macabre doesn't suit you at all, and it reminds me of spiders.

[Thank the Heavens Sebastian has Aloysius to defend him.]

[Normally Firesong would be a little more polite but he doesn't feel like that the moment. Particularly when he's acutely aware he hasn't be able to change since he got here.] What are you talking about? [He is still trying to see behind him]

[helpfully] The hand in your hair. How did you get it to move?

[In a horrified voice] A hand? [He quickly pulls pulls his hair around to look at it, then gives a little screams as he catches sight of the gruesome thing.]
What is it doing here!? [He holds that particular chunk of hair as far away from himself as he bringing up a hand to pull it out but not quiet daring to touch it.]

I suppose someone must have put it there as a joke. Boy loves doing that sort of thing. Julia doesn't much care for my set. Do you need help getting rid of it?

[Rather sharply, his voice a little higher than normal] It's a joke I don't care for then! [He pokes at the hand again and shudders] ...Help me try to pull it out. [He hopes that works]

[Still under the impression that it isn't real, Sebastian steps up and pulls it out of Firesong's hair. Apparently even holding it won't convince him that it's a real thing.]

[Firesong yelps as he looses more than a few hairs with that, then pulls away quickly to look sadly at his poor, abused, hair as he tries to avoid looking at the hand]

[The hand pinches Sebastian's skin. Surprised, Sebastian drops it. It scuttles away, but Sebastian is still looking after it in absent curiosity.] That's an odd sort of device.

[Normally Firesong hates using raw energy to blast things. It's inelegant and costly. But for that...thing he's willing to make an exception. He doesn't even point. Gestures are only when he wishes to be theatrical. Instead the hand just explodes] And it is now gone.

[Sebastian blinks a bit] Was that you?

Do you see anyone else that could have done it? [He's busy examining his hair] I shall never get this clean again!

Sometimes, you are very silly.

Silly? Justhow am I being silly?

A toy hand can't have left very much mess at all.

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