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The hedge maze in the Park, Sunday

The hedge maze has continued to grow since the first day. The hedges topped off at ten feet tall, but once past the entrance, giant thorned vines slither between the rows, wrapping like tentacles around the ankles of the unwary. Gremlins and beasties stalk through the shadows, and anything attempting to fly over, from a full grown dragon to the tiniest bird, is likely to get swamped by sentient candy clouds.

Somewhere in the middle of all this, Discord resides. Hailing from a world without radio, he has no idea what's in store. Assuming, of course, the Element teams can even get to him. . . .

[open, once the OCD is up!]

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If you're not doing it to try to take down Discord, why are you here? It's hailing candy.

It'd been the stupid clouds that got Dante-- right as he'd gotten the hang of the wings, leaping up and over an attacking bunny. At this point, he had stopped caring. This was fundamentally stupid and he couldn't even hang out in a corner and get drunk because of these--

Wham. He hit the ground somewhere in a maze corridor. Face-first this time.

He blinked owlishly. "The-- oh, dam." He stared at the slithering thing coming towards him. "I am not in for this bucking Japanese--"

There was, apparently, a limit to how much profanity could be channeled into horse puns, but for the sake of the comm, we'd cut him off there.

Cassandra stood outside the maze, right in front of the entrance, and bristled. She bristled with her entire body, hair at the back of her neck standing up cartoonishly. She scraped a hoof against the ground. Got ready...

... and bit the hedge, gnawing on it stubbornly.

"I--" Gnaw. "Am--" Gnaw. "Coming for you!"

Anders trotted impatiently over to the pony trying to chew her way through the hedge. He didn't recognize Cassandra: A down side, perhaps, of a failure to imagine his classmates as ponies.

If he had, he wouldn't have addressed her quite as politely.

"I think there's an entrance right there," he offered mildly. "Or are you just here to get a snack?"

Cassandra did not recognize the voice at first - so intent was she on what she was doing.

"As if this mad man would not trick us if we--"

You could see the very moment she realized who was talking to her: she jumped in a perfect half-circle to face him.

"You!"

Anders couldn't swear at the moment, but he looked it. He glared at Cassandra.

"Of course it's you," he returned, in the closest a pony's voice could come to a growl. "Never mind. Keep chewing on leaves. Choke on them."

Cassandra spat a few leaves in his general direction, looking very unamused. "Why are you even here?" she snapped.

Here by the maze, here generally...

"Because -- and you may have missed this -- there's a bloody magic dragon at the center of the maze, and I'd like him to go away," Anders snapped, dodging the leaves. (He understood the full question; he was just answering the more immediate bit of it first.) "Merrill has our book, but I have a feeling there'll be ore to it than that."

Plus, Merrill. The possibility she'd forget what she was doing and wander off to pick daisies was far from nonexistent. If she did, Anders intended to step in and get the book for himself.

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"... You let the elf have the book," Cassandra said, briefly distracted from her urge to punch Anders in the face by the part where, yes, that elf had the book. "Do you have any idea how distracting this maze is--?"

Anders knew. And it was why he wanted to be near the maze this afternoon. But he hadn't been in a position to argue the decision.

Not that he was inclined to concede the point to Cassandra.

"She'll be fine," he said. "Anyhow, I don't see her out here trying to eat her way through."

"I have been fighting these things for the past several days," Cassandra said waspishly. "If we pass through this entrance, there will be unexpected trouble. This, I know."

That was enough to make Anders pause. Furious as he was at Cassandra, he wasn't too proud to take her warnings seriously.

"So you've been chewing your way through?"

"I have been attempting alternative strategies," Cassandra said stiffly.

Also possibly losing her temper. A touch.

Anders leaned against the hedge, doing the pony equivalent of folding his arms.

"I might have an alternative strategy in mind," he offered. "If you don't try to throw me in jail for using it."

Cassandra's already-suspicous eyes narrowed even further. "What is it?" she asked flatly.

It had better not be blood magic.

"I figured out how to hold a staff in my mouth," Anders said, managing not to roll his eyes. "We could burn our way in, if there's no one in the way."

"You can use magic in this form?" Cassandra asked. At least now her non-existent eyebrows were going up, not down? "Without setting yourself on fire?"

"I can still use magic, same as you can still fight," Anders shrugged. "Little bit trickier without hands, but I always like a challenge."

He was looking equally suspiciously at her. Did he trust her enough to let her see him use his magic? It hadn't exactly gone brilliantly the last time.

(Then again, fireballs and summoning a demon weren't quite the same, either.)

Almost there. . . . Alllllmost theeeeeeere. . . .

...is that Discord as Bob Ross? Because how did I miss that on the show?

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