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Post by Guinevere on Nov 28, 2011 1:09:55 GMT -5
::Guinevere smiled::
The Heroes of Gaia are not through yet, and neither is this wikked old witch.
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Post by Iole on Nov 28, 2011 1:25:07 GMT -5
::Iole looked to each face, reflecting on how her allies... no her family had grown. She even counted Gwen in that number now. After all the sorceress had just saved her life. And her joy swelled remembering that there were even more in other parts of the world helping them along in their own way. And there were still others who were no longer with them, but it was as if she could feel their spirits spurring them on to victory::
I hope you're watching Auntie, because we're about to give you a real show.
Alright, let's get 'em.
::Some time later the Black Jack's engines roared to life as Anya began moving her down the runway they had chosen. And in moments she was airborne. In another part of the ship Maria was dutifully working on her homework (it had been a stipulation for her to come aboard) and decided to help herself to a well deserved snack. Her mind drifted to the box of chocolate Anya kept hidden away in the higher cupboard. She skipped to the galley and retrieved the contraband confections, helped herself onto the counter and began helping herself. The galley had a porthole just above the sink that allowed one to look outside, but the view was mostly obscured by the wing. Maria nearly dropped the chocolate at what she saw. Hopping off the counter she dashed to the control room::
Maria: Anya... Anya! ANYA!!!
Anya: What is it? Have you finished your homework yet?
Maria: Um... not exactly.
Anya: Meaning no. I told you the rules. Your Uncle Kerion still isn't above throwing you overboard near a deserted island to finish it if you don't get your butt in gear.
Maria: I know but...
Anya: But nothing. Now get back in there and--
Maria: ::Turned Anya's chair toward her:: Anya this is important!
Anya:... Is that my chocolate smeared over your mouth?
Maria: Oops. Okay never mind that, there's a--
Anya: Okay forget your Uncle Kerion, now I'm throwing you overboard if you don't get back in that room by the time I count to three. One...
Maria: But--
Anya: Two...
Maria: ::Sighed in frustration:: Fine. If you don't care if there's a crazy guy and a chocobo hanging for dear life onto our starboard wing then neither do I!
::And with that the girl stormed back to her room::
Anya: Now that's more like... WHAT?!
::Anya scrambled for the controls and clicked one of the switches on her dashboard, allowing the windshield to be taken up by a projection of the starboard wing::
(OOC: Okay Ren, you're up)
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 28, 2011 2:21:48 GMT -5
True enough, a grown man, quite muscular in built with his hair whipping carelessly through the gusts of wind, was slipping and regaining the grip of his gloved hands on the flat metal surface of the wing. An adult chocobo held on the end of the wing by its powerful beak as it fluttered its flightless wings about. Judging from how the scene looked, the man was most likely riding on the chocobo and both had just gripped on the wing as the ship took off.
"Hold on... big bird!" The man shouted to the chocobo over the air. His eyes tightly shut from the relentless wisps of air. He looked quite pitiful, yet in a comical way as he scrambled to establish another grip on the wing. His legs aimlessly kicked in the air, so did the chocobo's. He was shouting on top of his lungs for the pilot to let him in.
The chocobo did not reply to the man's call. The yellow bird was to busy locking it's beak on the wing. Surprisingly, its beak dented the surface to serve as anchorage. The wind occasionally plucked through its feathers and one by one, took it from the chocobo's skin.
"LET US IN!" He shouted over the wind. "Well, it's also fine if you can only let me in."
The chocobo glared at the man angrily as it met his eyes.
"Hey, don't go on doing puppy eyes at me. I just borrowed you."
The chocobo gave an intimidating grunt at him.
"Fine. Stolen," He said nonchalantly as if he forgot he was holding on for his life. "Same difference."
(OOC: Perfect situation for a character like Ren. Poor Chocobo. Thanks Iole!)
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Post by Iole on Nov 28, 2011 4:01:51 GMT -5
::Iole sighed::
Kerion, what's Black Jack's policy on stowaways?
::The sharpshooter was silent, but his expression said it all::
I thought so. Well we can't very well leave him hanging out there like that. That poor Chocobo. Stefan would you mind?
Stefan: Mind what?
I'll get the dude, you get the bird. Anya would you mind opening the hatch?
::As the wind raced through his hair, and threatened to tear him off the vessel he was clinging to, Ren felt his grip start to slip. Just as he was about to be thrown to near certain death off of the airship's wing, he felt a swift jab to his stomach that knocked the wind out of him. When he opened his eyes he found himself slung over the shoulder of something with great white spiked wings. How embarrassed he would be if only he could see it was a much smaller girl carrying him. Flying alongside them was a young man in black with long dark hair with wings like his rescuer, but his were dark red. In his hands he held the chocobo by its feet as easily as though it were a stuffed animal. Ren could barely register what was happening before he was propelled into the air over the airship and into the open hatch. The one carrying called up to her partner (now he was sure she was a girl)::
Stefan, bring her down!
::Ren saw his chocobo coming straight down, but the poor thing could barely get through up to its neck. From the outside, he heard Stefan call back down to her::
Stefan: Iole, this could take awhile.
Oh don't hurt the poor thing. I'll have Anya open the gangplank. Just wait outside.
::Ren couldn't get a word in edgewise as the girl carried him down the corridor. No matter how he protested or struggled she kept a firm grip on him until they arrived in the control room where she slammed him rump first onto the floor::
Look what I found.
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 28, 2011 4:06:26 GMT -5
::He'd barely re-oriented himself when a pale hand shot out and gripped his shoulder. He felt his strength leave him and suddenly he couldn't find enough to get back on his feet. He stared up at the woman who had grabbed him, a tall damsel with snow white skin, wrapped in a fine red gown of pure silk bearing down on him with her hazel eyes. Her sand colored hair hung around her shoulders all the way down to her waist like all serpentine like a family of snakes, and she spoke with a thickly accented voice::
Don't try to move your limbs. You'll just waste more energy. Now then, you're going to tell us who you are and why you followed us. And if we don't like what we hear, see this gentleman behind me with the trenchkoat and eyepatch? He's going to break your fingers off one by one.
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Post by Oliver on Nov 28, 2011 4:31:09 GMT -5
Oliver looked up from the bench bolted against the bulkhead as the stowaway was brought to the bridge. At first he didn't pay it much notice, obviously if the person was so easily subdued he wasn't attempting to be a threat, if anything, his manner reminded him more of Clive, then he saw who it was and it clicked.
"Ren!?" Oliver jumped to his feet, trying to garner a better look. "B'oody 'ell, ye a'ive!?" He looked to Gwen, "It's ok, I t'ink I know t'is stowaway."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 28, 2011 5:50:42 GMT -5
Ren looked around to analyse the people around him. Though the woman had told him not to move, the option was never his as he couldn't even lift his pinky. He looked back to her and gave a sly smile. "Hey, liking the feel of my muscles? You look like a fine lady yourself, but sorry, I'm into the tomboyish type."
Ren looked up as the Burmecian stepped closer to his side. His eyes widened with nostalgia as he remembered the disastrous events that took place in Esthar. "You're okay too, Mr. Sid! Of course I knew you made it out. Don't get me wrong but I'm pretty sure it was you who caused all those troubles for Triceutical. No use dwelling in the past, right?"
Ren examined the floor where his body lay helplessly on then gazed to Sid and the two girls beside him. "It's nice to see you again! And thanks to everyone, especially dragon-girl here. I owe you big time, for sure!"
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Post by Iole on Nov 28, 2011 16:05:10 GMT -5
::Iole lifted an eyebrow at Oliver::
Mr. Sid?
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 28, 2011 16:11:14 GMT -5
::Gwen breathed a sigh of relief::
Forgive us. We kan't be too kareful these days. But if little Ollie kan kredit your story that's good enough for me.
::She tapped her finger to his shoulder and Ren felt some of his strength return. But not all of it. And after feeling it he could understand why she might have held back. Just that little bit of energy flowing into him felt a bit invasive. Iole helped him into a chair::
Now that we know you're not an enemy, kare to explain yourself to us?
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Post by Oliver on Nov 28, 2011 16:35:10 GMT -5
"A'ias, didn't want my name to get t'rown around too muc'' Oliver mentioned in an aside to Iole, "Seemed 'ike a good idea at the time."
He shot up, back up straight and approached Ren, with his arms folded behind his back.
"Yes, Ren, w'at are ye doin' here? Most importantly, 'ow in Gaia did ye find us?"
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Post by Iole on Nov 28, 2011 16:58:48 GMT -5
Stefan: Excuse me, hate to interrupt but...
::Stefan entered hanging his head, and when he entered fully they could see why. The Chocobo had its beak fasted firmly onto his arm, quivering in fright. Iole chuckled::
You're not very good with animals are you.
::She stepped towards the giant bird slowly, keeping her eyes locked with its::
Easy girl, steady. We're all your friends here. No one's going to hurt you.
Stefan: Speak for yourse--ungh.
::Stefan cringed from the stomp Iole planted on his foot. At the same time she gently raised her hand to the chocobo's face and stroked its beak. Gradually it relaxed its grip on Stefan's arm and slid its head closer to Iole, nuzzling her affectionately::
There you go. See I'm not as scary as I look am I. Um... Kerion, where exactly are we supposed to keep her?
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Post by Kerion on Nov 28, 2011 17:58:28 GMT -5
"I don't know, I never saw the need for a chocobo stable..."
Maria: We can clear some space in the cargo hold for her.
"Aren't you suppose to be doing homework?"
Maria: I finished it awhile ago.
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 28, 2011 18:50:27 GMT -5
The chocobo felt comfortable under Iole's care. The bird curled its stretched neck around Iole's as if hugging her and adorably cawed as it nuzzled its soft feathery face next to hers. It fluttered its wings in joy as if it had found a proper owner. The saddle and the straps around it looked very misshapen, tilted in an awkward angle. The chocobo tried to shake it off but to no avail. It kept a glare at Stefan blaming him for the situation it was in.
"Hey, that's my chocobo." Ren said as he saw Iole, Stefan, and Maria. He focused his attention back to the lady and Sid who stood around him like interrogators. He felt releived to have som of his strength back and stood up slowly. He stood well above most of them, except for the chocobo if it ever had its neck stretched instead of being cuddled by the two girls.
"Ollie? I found the name 'Sid' quite cooler." said Ren to the Burmecian. He turned around to the elegant lady who had given some of his strength back. "Well, can't really blame you if you can't resist this." Ren flexed his bicep to her. He watched the lady gave a scoff in detest. He wasn't, in particular, the lady's man. He'd often leave a place with a bright red hand mark on his cheek.
Ren gave a loud sigh and propped himself properly and shifted his courier back behind him to his side. "I got a delivery for a lucky someone in here and I've got news for you, too, Mr. Ollie!" said Ren and patted the Burmecian's head, ruffling the shabby fur.
"But first, how did I find you? My client had me deliver something for a person travelling with you. He wouldn't really say a name but he said the person would know who he was once I gave the letter. He told me to find Sid, though the letter's not for you. He sent me to Figaro. I think he found the commotion related to whoever is receiving this parcel. I tried to get to Figaro as soon as I could and found out the mass destruction that happened in there. I went asking the villagers what happened and they were saying something about demons filling the skies with fire raining down from the heavens. Also, their poor king's been killed. They looked really gloomy. Just as I was to leave town, I saw this ship land and all of you go in. That's when I saw you, Mr. Sid or Ollie. The ship was going away quickly so I borrowed," Ren saw the chocobo glare at him. "Okay, stole this chocobo and luckily grabbed onto the wing before the ship took off."
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 28, 2011 19:03:47 GMT -5
::Gwen rolled her eyes, taking Ren's advances as seriously as an attractive schoolteacher would take a little boy in her class passing her a love note::
And who exaktly did you say your klient was? And who among us is this parcel for?
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 28, 2011 19:11:57 GMT -5
"Can't really say to anyone not receiving the parcel," said Ren. "Though you look like a fine princess to receive it."
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 28, 2011 19:14:26 GMT -5
::Gwen placed a hand on her hip and held out her other one to him::
If that's the kase, then let me see it.
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 28, 2011 19:18:50 GMT -5
" Woah! Kalm your horses, missy." mocked Ren, trying to use her accent. "Are you a princess? I need to give this to a princess."
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 28, 2011 19:21:09 GMT -5
::Gwen folded her arms indignantly::
Duchess aktually. But allow me to introduce Princess Iole Ovidia Blakeney La Doma.
Iole: Would you quit calling me that!
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 28, 2011 19:25:24 GMT -5
"It's your lucky day then, is it?" said Ren cheekily. He was quite cautious to whoever he would give the letter to. Since he was just looking for the Abyssal Princess, it was more than likely that there would be one actual princess in the ship. He pulled out a plain white envelope and handed it to Iole's hand. "You're name sounds quite familiar, but it doesn't really ring any bell to me. And with that, I'm finished."
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Post by Iole on Nov 28, 2011 19:31:44 GMT -5
::Iole looked down at the envelope, and when she read the title written across its surface her grip on the chocobo's reins tightened and her teeth clenched together::
This isn't for me. You're out of luck.
::She thrust it back at Ren::
She's dead.
::Not sparing anyone in the room another glance she led the chocobo out of the bridge::
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