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Within the castle town, it is easy to locate the Captain of the Royal guard. Even during her off hours, she stands tall and proud, always wearing some form of ornamentation signalling her loyalty to the Crown, if not her rank. Her human avatar is her preferred state--it's far easier for her to use a sword with two hands and opposable thumbs, after all--and the most typical form others might encounter her in. The white Carousel unicorn... not so much, unless she needs the extra speed brought on by four legs. Conducting patrols along the roads beyond the walls of the town is part of the norm for her. Killing off the more hostile daydreams and other threatening creatures that populate the various terrains of the kingdom is a daily requirement. On the few times she's attempted to slack off in the past, she's found the results to be... rather disastrous in the amount of land they'd destroy, leaving her only a bigger mess to have to clean up. Destruction of uninhabited land is one thing

"Let's make this quick, shall we?" Ten immense bookshelves stood behind the shark in her human avatar, and between her and them, numerous blanket covered stacks. The small woman huffed, arms crossed at her chest as she tapped her foot against the floor of the arena. She was here reluctantly, having lost a bet with an annoying spider. Muireann had wished to just relax throughout the end of the arena's festivities, perhaps enjoy the spectacles herself as part of the audience instead of within the view of one. Per her failed bet, that apparently wasn't to be the case. Fine. Blue eyes glared at the challengers, and Muireann gave a snort, blowing a lock of dark hair from her face. "This should be easy enough, couldn't think of anything simpler. Grab a stack of books, and file them away in the shelves correctly. That means, for any without a bit of sense, by the number on the little piece of paper on the spine, then alphabetically by author's last name, then title. Got it? Fail to

Muireann couldn't have peeled the shit-eating grin off her face even if she actually bothered to try. The whole challenge was focused on how long both challengers could stay within the frozen water. She decided to ditch her human avatar on this one, taking on the four-legged shark form instead. It was easier, after all, to take the cold when in this form. Not that she really had any difficulties in the other but... it just felt different. Different enough for her to form a preference in this situation as she smirked up at the fiery Stygian. "Sounds simple enough," she said lightly, hooves treading across the icy surface towards the open hole. Sure, he had an advantage--assuming the water didn't just... put him out, it would be easier for him to probably heat up the water around him and enjoy a more reasonable soak. Her? A bit different, really. She slid into the water, the shock of the cold locking up her limbs briefly before she forced muscles to move and tendons to flex. Already

She was someone best suited for the water. Not the sky, not... heights. Not that she'd fear of them, thankfully, but being off the ground was still ill-advised for Muireann. She didn't have any sort of backup for her safety--unlike Warden with his webbing, or Lari with her wings. So, the fact that she inadvertently accepted a challenge to get a flying-feline daydream out of a tree... didn't leave her especially pleased, to say the least. Truthfully, she spent a good portion of her time just glaring up at the colorful thing as it squawked almost apologetically up on its branch perch, her fists on her hips. As if pure spite might cause the creature to fly itself down to her or something. Not that she'd any such luck, but an effort was made... The white feathers along its head made the beady black eyes stand out all the more, its dark beak open as it twittered and twilled. Even from down below, she could hear purring mixing with the chirps. It seemed comfortable as could be up among

After the less than ideal turn-out of Bolt's challenge, Muireann returned to trying to come up with a possible challenge she could issue--something she actually could feel confident in performing, for one. A thought that always, time and time again, returned to one topic: singing. Surely, if Bolt's musical challenge worked, then she could issue an equally musical challenge of another variety? The more she considered it, the more pumped up she got for it. Thus, it wasn't long before Muireann was standing on yet another stage, in front of another crowd of people. Again in her human avatar, she grinned her shark tooth-filled smile to first the audience, then the would-be-challengers that stood off to the side of the stage. "Easy enough round for ya, this time," she said into the mic, glowing blue eyes flicking from the challengers to the crowd. "This time, the challenge is to sing us a song. Make it as pretty as you please, or as hard and fast as you fancy. Just better be sure you can

"What... is a ukulele?" Muireann stared from her position near the front of the line for the next challenge, brow furrowed at the entry to the arena. She could hear the booming, high-pitched sound of Bolt announcing his challenge over and over, but whatever the result was... she couldn't hear it. It was disconcerting, to say the least. Musical in nature was all she was able to determine, judging by a few of the sounds that leaked through the cracks in the doors. Which didn't bode entirely well for her--unless she would be able to sing. Then she might have a decent chance at the challenge. Of course, she knew better than to bet on a slim chance. Always expect the worse, especially with how odd and varied the challenges had been thus far. Heck, she'd even posed an oyster collection challenge! So not like she could really sniff and turn up her nose to whatever anyone else came up with... She shifted foot to foot, again in her avatar form. It'd been the most convenient thus