Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20131121235443/@comment-25151516-20131204180743

(Note: Revan speaks with a Scottish accent.)

As Team RRYD prepared for the festivities, they heard Edwin's dorm explode.

"Was tha' Edwin again?" Revan wondered, shuffling through the wardrobe and drumming in fours.

"Probably," answered Dresden as he straightened his tie. "One of these days, I should help him..."

"And then you'd both explode," Riona responded, sitting on her bed and tightening the fit of her boots.

"What should I wear?" Yadira changed the subject. "Ri, you and Revan can't go as you are. This is the Vytal Festival. At least Drez is trying to look nice."

"Well I'm helping my dad's shop," Dresden slipped his arms through his jacket. "'All hands on deck,' he told me."

"I don't care for formality," Riona stood up and put a wore a quiver and her bow on her belt and put her coat on, covering them. "Besides, a dress would get in the way if there was trouble."

"I guess you're right," Yadira submitted to Riona's logic. "Lots of people from all over, in one city, and it can be anybody..."

Revan found his fez, dusted it off and put it on his head holding a blue dress shirt. "I should try lookin' cool. Why'd Gestalt 'aft to blow up ma fav'rit jackets?"

"I'm off! See you later!" Dresden opened the door to see James Holmes standing outside. "Oh, excuse me!"

"Fine," Holmes responded. He crossed the threshold as Dresden left. "MacLeod, I need a place to hide and I've got something for you." He held a package in his hand and tossed it to Revan.

"'Place ta hide'?" Revan caught it and read the return address. "Ooh! It's from my uncle!"

Holmes took the desk seat and opened his laptop computer as MacLeod opened the package.

"My family's company is attending the festival for some meeting or whatever and I'm too busy do deal with them. That package was at my door."

"Uncle Nolen probably must've not known I moved to the dorm," Revan suggested as he cut the package open.

Opening the package, Revan found a letter on top of another wrapped package, bound with old leather cords and weather retardant cloth.

He read the letter first. It was not his uncle's handwriting and was in old Gaelic (or the equivalent of), with three words written: ''"Cathéide. Agus. Onóraigh." Armor. And. Honor.''

Revan smiled, took the package and walked into the wardrobe. When he emerged, he wore a black coat; buckled at the chest atop a leather mantle with blue Celtic patterns bordering its edges.

"Now I'm dressed," he said as he clicked his leather boot-clad heels, freshly shined.

Riona raised an eyebrow, Yadira smiled, and Holmes merely glanced.

(Revan's coat looks, roughly, like.