Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25628880-20151111183145/@comment-142.255.18.92-20151115194823

As the participants were filing into the backstage, a certain demon and wind-up doll were walking to the ampitheater. Desi shot up wards, folding her black and bloodred wings into a certain angle to zoom faster around the sky. She loop-de-looped, did a lazy arch, and showed off some more, inclluding nimbly dodging a few stray pixies. Then she landed on the top of a pretty tall beanstalk sapling.

"I definitely should've brought more muffins," she grumbled as she surveyed the stage and the MirrorTrons around it. She free-fell, performing a back somersault, and bounced onto a springy mushroom. She and Cop walked into the ampitheater, with it's gleaming polished white marble and cushy seats, towering pillars trimmed with elegant touches of gold. They sat down closest to the stage.

-Meanwhile-

The temperamental mermaid jogged into backstage, wearing gold-edged cropped black leggings and a free-flowing turquoise tunic held by strings of black pearls. She wore her gold Greek sandals wedges and had straightened her hair and quickly combed her spiky side-bangs to the side. In one hand she held her magical bottomless and weightless handbag which held a clothing bag with her outfit, her tiny make-up container, her mobile Siren Singer sewing machine that wasn't heavy-duty in case she needed to retailor one part, and other stuff. In the other was a half-eaten French Crueller donut.

She waved with the hand that held her clutch. "Hey Annie!"