((The dancing is still in character))
Don't resist the urge to dance flow with it and begin dancing marvously!
((Otherwise known as dance better and awesome I imagine you'd roll dexterity for dancing?))
This is sooo fun!
... because of course (s)he does. Reggie Meryl claps, squeals, and completely disregards his team leader's orders, chasing after the Satyr and Ebony and joining the dance party. She shapechanges into a fawn and high kicks and cavorts as she goes, completely ignorant of her teammates.
"Please- *Hysterical Laughing* Help!"
((I see Ebony is rolling poorly in Willpower.))
"Apologies. This unit was unable to stop in time to prevent an ultimately unnecessary collision. This unit misjudged."
...I asked about the availability of a counterspell, not 'Screech loudly to drown out the music'! Oh well.
Trip up the people in the dance.
Ebony, on the other hand, cries out for help, and the Eye, ever ready to lend a hand, dives at her feet, modulating his screech this time into a more soothing divebomb whistle as he goes. He rams int the back of her knees, sending her legs into the air. She falls with a "thump!" and lies there, winded, while the Satyr and the fawn prance off into the woods.
"Seems like you're using magic on your music there," Fiddler observes. "Where I come from they frown on that sort of thing, you know, tuning up songs in post-production with magic. Says it cheapens the art, they do. What do you sound like without the magical overlay, I wonder?"
Attempt to talk shop with cheeky forest dweller.
Putting that newly developed charisma to the test, eh? "Autotuned Noob! Get your act together and music like a manbeast! Come on, Rebecca Black, today is Tuesday!" The Satyr pauses his song, lowers his pipes and looks at you, ears drooping. "Music is magic, magic is music. how .. how do I sound without it? Like this ..." and then he brays a shrill donkey laugh. Unfortunately, he seems unable to keep magic out of his voice and the sound wahes over you like every boyband fangirl screaming at once. "that the best you got? I've heard bullfrogs with more projection!"
i'm going to assume you take the comm device Aylia is handing you as she, too tries to reason with the mercurial being.
Cast a magical shield to defend against the mouse arrows, and run back across the clearing to hide in a tree on the far side. Do not retaliate or speak.
Edit: Attempt to grab the comstone Aylia tosses, assuming it is small enough to be held in a cat's mouth. If it isn't small enough to be held by a cat, just ignore it.
the mice arrows fly off in the direction the Eye is going, but since he veers to tackle Ebony, they fly wide. None seem to come your way as you race across the field. You rush over to the comm device, which lands in the dirt nearby. at first you are going to ignore it, because it seems a tad awkward and cumbersome, but you nose it in curiosity and it latches onto your collar as if it was made for it. You go climb a tree and turn to behold the carnage - the Eye and Ebony in a tangled pile, a braying donkey man and a cavorting fawn being chased by a fiddle wielding art critic and your nominal leader huffing in exasperation at this remarkable display of Omega style teamwork. You spot three Awakened mice in the tall grass, short bows slung over their shoulders. they seem to be gathering their arrows and making their way toward Ebony and the Eye, paws empty and heads erect.
"Omegas! Remember why we're here! Fiddler, Dar, and myself all have Coms with the Eye, Meryl, Fiddler stick together, Dar, Eye, scout the surroundings, Fiddler, Meryl, handle party security, I'll go after Ebony!"
I toss a comm-stone to/towards Fiddler and Dar each, and go chasing after Ebony, keeping the last on my person. If I can I'm going to grab Ebony by the shoulders and place a finger over each ear.
"Sir! Please! I wish you no harm, but I have duties requiring my companions have their wits about them! I ask thee again, please withhold your song!"
the Eye has handled Ebony, but of course Meryl has become a fawn, so you chase after her instead. Unfortunately, the Satyr's response to Fiddler hits you like every drunken pickup line on New Year's Eve, and you recoil, covering your ears and groaning. By the time you look up, the satyr and Meryl Fawn are nowhere to be seen, the sound of them fading into the woods.
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