"Ball!" - Edouard Kock

"I didn't take it, I swear! OW! Stoppit!", Bromus yelps. Drask continues 
twisting the weredragon's arm. "C'mon. I know you took it. You were the 
only one who knew where I put it. Give it back!", Drask yells. From 
seemingly out of nowhere, Ed throws a fit. "Oh in the name of the dark 
lord, what the hell are you two going on about?!?". In an attempt to 
drive off boredom, Ed had fallen asleep on the beanbag in the middle 
of the livingroom, but his endeavor was cut short by the yells of Drask 
and Bromus. Mkima suddenly appeared out of nowhere and walked over to a 
corner to oversee the events that might follow. Ed wasn't sure if it was 
what he said that brough the dem-cah dracon here, or Mkima's own morbid 
fascination with anger. Or both.

"Right. Drask, let go of Bromus's arm. NOW!", Ed yells, suffering to get 
out of the beanbag. "Awww, but Ed...", Drask protests, letting go of Bromus, 
who bounds over to hide behind Ed who is still rocking back and fourth 
in the beanbag, trying to get out. "No buts, Drask. Now, explain to me what 
all this bloody commotion is all about?". Bromus starts to erf from behind 
Ed, "Drask says I took his ball that he was hiding under your bed inside 
the box that you usually keep stuff in that you never use cause he didn't 
want you to find it because he stole it from the dog that lives down the 
street that always barks at Drask but Drask liked the ball that the dog had 
because it had pretty colours so he stole it and hid it but I saw where he 
hid it and now he thinks I took it but I didn't I don't steal I never have 
right?". Ed, taken back by Bromus's ability to say all of that in one breath, 
sits. He had given up his attempt to free himself from the rather comfortable 
grasp of the beanbag. Drask, either stunned by the same reason as Ed, or 
by Bromus's confession of his misdeed, just stands there. And in yet another 
paranormal event, Mkima smiles. At what, Ed will never know.

"Okay, okay. Hang on a sec. Drask? You stole the ball from the dog down the 
street?", Ed enquires, holding his hand over his eyes. Drask whimpers a 
little, then confesses. "But it was such a nice ball, it did have pretty 
colours, and the dog did bark at me and was really mean...". Ed lets out what 
could best be described as a blend of a snigger and a gaffaw. Bromus gives an 
inquisitive 'erf', cocking his head to one side. "Right, and you hid it under 
my bed, and Bromus saw you. Bromus, did you take his ball?", Ed asks. "No, I 
didn't.", Bromus protests. "Okay, right. Now the question is, who did?".

In an almost omnipotent response to that question, a sudden loud 'thud' sounds 
from beyond the door leading to the patio outside. "Mkima, do me a favor and 
see if that was my sanity committing suicide.", Ed mutters. Mkima, continuing 
his paranormal event, slowly walks over to the door and opens it. "No, Ed. Im 
afraid it is only Miktar and Sulpher playing with a rather pretty looking ball
that might belong to the dog down the street that Drask says acted mean towards 
him so he took...", Mkima was unable to finish that sentance due to the sudden 
relocation of a large weredragon and demon from inside the house, to outside. 
Still comfortably wedged into the beanbag, Ed lets out a soft sigh. "Forgot to 
get out of the way, Mkima?", Ed asks, restraining a smile. A soft 'ow' answers 
that question.