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Raruna (Skyscraper) Leautia

"Come with me! I'll take you to the sky and beyond."

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a character in “Collapsing Mana”, as played by Siryn

Description


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"If it doesn’t make me feel like dying any time soon, I’m not doing it
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The Basics



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⌈Name ⌋
Raruna Leautia


⌈Nickname(s)⌋
Some nicknames that Raruna goes by are the following: A shortened version of her name, 'Runa'; her self-proclaimed title of 'Skypirate'; also a self-proclaimed title, 'The Infamous Skypirate Raruna'; and last but not least, 'Skyscraper'.


⌈Age⌋
Raruna is around the age of 24, it's not an exact number, but rather a rough estimate. Besides... who's counting anyway?

⌈Race⌋
Pure-blooded human.

⌈Gender⌋
Pure-bred Female... (^.^)

⌈Sexuality⌋
Straight

⌈Appearance⌋
Raruna makes herself sound tall, intimidating and scary. However, she barely scraps five feet in height. She likes to wear elongating clothing, which makes her look a bit taller than what she is. Long blue or red coats that call out her self-proclaimed Pirate Captain title, cover her lithe frame from shoulder to the back of the knee. Underneath the coat, she wears usually a white shirt with a corset of some color -usually red or black-. Tall white boots end up above her knees covering her black pants. Around her waist are several belts, each one holding a sheath for a different weapon.

She has long white hair that is just as soft as it looks, it feathers into her face often. Pale white skin compliments her sky blue eyes that are always alight with some kind of mischeif and devious plan. An 'almost permanent' grin or smirk is constantly on her lips. A small scar runs across her cheekbone just under her right eye, but aside from that one marring, she has a perfect complexion.



Inner Mechanisms



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⌈Personality⌋
Runa is loud, rambunctious, and reckless when it comes to just about anything. She is a thrill seeker and anything that gets her heart and adrenaline pumping she's more than willing to do. This could be anything between jumping off of buildings during a chase (one that she most likely started and is now being the one chased) to... say, stealing an air ship. The higher the risk of failing, the more adamant she is about doing it. The feel of her adrenaline pumping wildly is her version of 'being alive'. That doesn't matter if you're being shot at, or attacked by some random creature that want's to eat your head off. She tackles nearly everything with a wild grin on her lips and a wicked flash in her eyes whenever things get... interesting.

However, insult her, insult a friend, threaten her or a friend, or anything of that sort and Raruna turns into an unforgiving hell hound. She'll shoot first, ask questions later more times than not. If there's no point in wasting words on someone, she'll forgo the words and draw weapons. She can be a hell of a force to be reckoned with once she's pissed off. Hot-headed, strong willed and not one to back down so easily, she'll jump head first into a fight without thinking twice. Talking her down from such ideal's can be a challenge and near impossible. It can be done, but it's extremely hard to do so without resorting to tying her down with rope... and you better tie it good, she's a great escape artist.

Runa is not afraid to speak her mind in any and all matters and sticks to what she believes in firmly. She's loyal to anyone she calls a friend, and being her friend means being dragged around on any ludicrous adventure she sees fit to have next. Though she's outwardly strong willed and seemingly courageous in all things, she's inwardly lonely, unsure of herself almost all the time and is easily hurt by strong, cruel words. However, she's tenacious and won't stop even if someone tells her to. Raruna doesn't let herself fall too far into despair though, nor does she tend to dwell on whatever has gotten her in a foul mood. She hides her emotions very easily, and there are only rare times when she actually shows her real emotions. It takes a lot to get Runa to show anything other than her cocky, confident outer layer. Only special, close, people are privy to those feelings.


⌈Likes⌋
  • Anything shiny or strange looking.
  • Heights
  • Jumping off of things -Anything... even if it is an insane idea-
  • Sword fighting -Dueling others is all fun and games for her-
  • Her guns -She loves her duel pistols-
  • Her trade Vessel -or any ship really....-
  • Her pride and joy... her Skyship (which she stoleborrowed...)

⌈Dislikes⌋
  • People who try to tell her what to do
  • People who think they are better than others
  • Traitors
  • Being stuck on the ground
  • Being bored -god that's just horrid for her... don't let her get bored... things... happen-
  • Authority -in other words... anyone who is bossy-



Combat



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⌈Equipment and Personal Objects⌋
Raruna has a small arsenal. Two pistols that are hung on one belt each. The first is a very plain looking weapon, simple flint lock made of a red colored type of wood that encases steel for the barrel. Silver plating designs the handle, hammer and trigger of the weapon. The silver has slightly visible etchings across it. The other weapon is more valuable and for her holds a great deal of sentiment and pride. This one is made of a darker type of wood, almost black that covers a golden barrel, the very valuable oreor used to be valuable also designs the handle, the hammer and trigger as well as plated designs curving along the pistol's barrel. Lastly, she has a long rapier type sword, light but sturdy. The blade is made of mithril, the handle made of silver.

And what is a pirate captain without her hat? The black silken hat is probably the most trademark thing that Raruna owns (aside from her pistols). With a wide brim and a pure white plume feather to top it off. Engraved in the black hat is a white skull, very old fashioned, but definitely a marker none-the-less. With her at all times as well, is her pouch. Here she holds her money, which is a lot of gold until Orichalcum made it worthless!!... which she guards it with her life... much like everything else.


⌈Abilities⌋
The Skypirate is capable of many things. Her abilities, though, lie in her hand to hand combat, sword fighting and skills with a gun. Raruna is a dirty fighter. There is no such thing as fair to her. If she can use something to her advantage to win, she'll do it. That includes anything from throwing dirt into the eyes, using random objects as distractions, all the way down to kicking a man in his jewels. Though Runa has two guns, she draws only one, the one made with silver.

Coupled with her sword, at close range she's very deadly. Dancing around is her specialty, moving with the terrain as well. She uses everything to her advantage. Raruna is fast, nimble and acrobatic. She is everything but clumsy. While she slices you up with her blade, she'll suddenly turn and fire off her pistol at point blank range to finish the fight. One thing she's known for... she never misses. Her pistols only have one round, and so when she uses them, she uses them with the utmost accuracy and only at the end of the fight when she's sure to win.

Runa rarely ever draws her golden pistol. When she does, she's usually duel wielding the guns. It takes quite a bit to get her to duel wield, even if she's lost her sword somehow. The golden gun is far more powerful than her silver one, and to use it mean's she's deadly serious. At this point, she only needs that one shot from both guns. Runa only fires the golden pistol to kill. She's done playing when this happens.


⌈Strengths⌋
Runa, despite being loud and rambunctious, is actually quite capable of sneaking around -aside from the occasional giggle because she's super hyped up on adrenaline at this point- The Skypirate enjoys getting into mischeif, one of her favorites is stealingborrowing things that do not belong to her. She's a master at it. Of course, growing up on the streets has it's advantages. In addition, she's great at escaping. Untying ropes from behind her back is a piece of cake, lock picking when she needs to get out of a cell is also an amazing trait she has. She can adapt to most any situation as well. Improvising is a way of life. Who knows... that twine could become the next greatest fashion statement. Finally, Runa is great at thinking on her feet, coming up with things almost on the spot. Granted... it may not work out as planned, but like I said, she's adaptable.

⌈Weaknesses⌋
Perhaps not quite considered a weakness, but definitely something that could easily turn the tide of a fight, Raruna doesn't kill -normally-. When she fights, she does so for two reasons only. The first is to show off her skills in a duel with someone else. The second is to cripple. Once her enemy is no longer able to fight, she will stop. Which could turn on her if she's not careful enough.

If close range is her specialty, than long range is her nemesis. Anyone with magic, bows, crossbows or a long ranged rifle puts her at a disadvantage. Rather than fighting, she's now put on the defensive, left dodging and struggling to gain distance. Though she's fast and nimble, she will get tired eventually and mistakes happen. Her worst nightmare is coming up against someone who is close range and then having a long ranged fighter join in with her enemy. Choosing between dodging and attacking becomes difficult, especially with one so hot-headed as herself.

In addition to this, Raruna doesn't know when to say 'no'. It doesn't matter the situation that she may be in. She will keep going, she would have convinced herself that there is a way. Even when there clearly isn't one. This can hurt her, physically and mentally. Should anyone be with her during such times, she tends to get lost in the fighting, or the situation whatever that may be, and most times forgets about her companion. If they're hurt, she becomes distracted, thus making herself a rather easy target.

Despite her tenacious personality, Runa is affected by certain words, certain things. She can be a bit over the top, loses herself when a fight happens, but when it comes to anyone around her that she may consider close... They become her weakness. If put in certain situations, she will do everything she can to help the one that is in danger, even if it means to offer herself up instead -which usually is her first approach-. She essentially loses all rational thoughts if and when a companion is threatened with death.

Finally, Runa depends on the use of terrain to help her gain height -she is rather small to begin with-. Leaping off of things and whirling around in a flurry of blade and pistol. Give her flat ground and she's slightly unnerved. The Skypirate will still fight with every ounce of energy she's got, but her movements are limited then. Also, she's only got three weapons. Her two guns and her sword. Each gun has only one round to fire every time, which means that she'll be using her sword more to cut up and defeat her opponent. Her gun she uses at the very end of a fight as a final measure to make sure her target is definitely down and staying down. Take away her guns, and disarm her... well, you've pretty much won the fight.



Background



⌈Region⌋
Raruna's home, her place of birth, was a city called Keydon. It was a rather large city and definitely well off money wise. With a population size of a couple thousand, the city was bustling at all times, from dawn to dusk. Large white walls surrounded the pristine houses and outside it's walls were the lush green farm lands followed by forests to the east and the sea to its western walls. Travelling merchants always came, visiting nobles often rode through the middle of the city to see the overseeing city mayor. Keydon was, overall, a rather vibrant city. Even those that were not the richest still lived in homes and were happy for the most part. Runa was in one such home. Stuck between not quite rich, but not quite poor either. Though it wasn't most of the population in Keydon, it still wasn't rare either. In addition, Keydon was known for it's trade, being located in a very richly soiled area, the farms were booming as well as the port bringing in goods from other places from all around with ease.

When Orichalcum was founded and introduced into the society, Keydon's economy tanked slightly before it picked up again. When it did, it boomed. Orichalcum became a huge part of the societies systems, and without knowing it, the city fell into dependency upon the new metal that was used as currency. It took a long while, but as Orichalcum grew, the value of gold dropped and those that were well off with just a few silvers were now poor and homeless.


⌈Relationships⌋
Raruna had quite a few relationships in the past. She was closest to her mother, even though she was sure she drove the woman nuts with her antics in Keydon's city streets. Even so, she shared everything with her mother. No secret was kept between them. Runa expressed herself more deeply to her mother than anyone else, ever. They both knew each others secrets, desires, wishes... everything. It was one of the best relationships that Raruna could have ever asked for.

In addition to that, she had a few street friends that she always got into trouble with despite their being well off during the days when Orichalcum hadn't been discovered. Messing with merchants, teasing the local children, basically causing chaos because they could and it was fun. Besides, there was nothing else to do in the large city, so they had to make do with something, right?

When Runa was older, and definitely more aware of society and it's standings as well as its people, she presented herself in the best way she could. Fearless, reckless and ready for any challenge that came her way. With this attitude, she made a few friends, but more enemies. Runa didn't mind though. She enjoyed this kind of life, after all it was one of her wishes, and something she was going to prove that she could do. Raruna's never had anyone close to her, aside from her mother. When that was lost, she felt lost for a time. It's not like she doesn't want company... she just doesn't know how to let anyone that close to her. It was never a thought, and maybe she just has never tried before.


⌈History⌋
With her home roots lying in Keydon, Raruna certainly hails from a rather rich city. Her mother had been fairly well off, at least for as long as her father had lived. He died though, nothing serious or dramatic. He simply got sick from something that was incurable and in a few years, passed away when Runa was ten. He'd been a rather wealthy merchant and so left his daughter and wife with a fair amount of money in gold. Raruna's mother moved from their larger home to a smaller one near the outskirts of the city. It was a little more run down, but it definitely wasn't falling apart and it was a roof over their heads. It was comfortable and nice, that was all Runa cared about.

Runa caused a lot of trouble in that city. The streets were her playground and along with her friends, she made the best of everything. It was here that she learned to be so adaptive. Things could change rather quickly on the back streets in a large city. Though it was mostly peaceful, there were those few criminals that caused an uproar. Raruna learned quickly that sometimes you just had to out think the other person in order to win. She also learned that nothings fair in a fight. Her dirty style of fighting comes from years on the streets, getting into fights -some on purpose- and winning them for the most part to prove a point. Though her mother disapproved of these actions, Runa didn't let up. Maybe it was in retaliation for losing her father, or for the fact that she was witnessing crimes more often than not and it didn't seem like anyone wanted to stop or help. Or, maybe she was just that rebellious little kid that stirred up things to keep it interesting. Whatever the reason, the back streets, dark allies and overall city life of Keydon shaped her to be what she is now.

During her teenage years, she worked hard on the docks, helping to make a bit more money for her mother. That work soon paid off and she'd managed to bring in quite a bit of money from doing the jobs outside the city. Runa loved the docks, she fell in love with the sea, but most importantly, she fell in love with the ships that she was aboard. She did all kinds of jobs on those ships, anything from simple fishing boats, to deep sea vessels, to trade vessels. She worked her way up through the ranks of the fishermen, and it became a lifelong dream for her to own her own ship and go where ever she pleased. She eventually did own her own vessel, a beautiful ship that soon became one of the main trade vessels between three other major cities. Runa has had her fair share of dealings with pirates, got into many scuffles and won most all of them.

When she was just barely turning twenty, she'd earn quite the name for herself. She dressed differently, carried herself differently and had risen up from her small section in society to a rather well known one. When Orichalcum was discovered, she was still young and it was still in development. By the time she was twenty the currency had started to flow, little by little. With her own hard earned money, she bought her first golden pistol with a good portion of her savings. Now she owned two guns, a generous amount of gunpowder and ammo to go with it and her beautiful sword.

Then word of a great invention stretched across the continent. When Raruna heard the words 'airship' her heart leaped in her chest. She knew then, that was what she wanted. For the next four years, she worked harder than ever, saving up all of the gold that she could in order to buy such a prize. It was her goal to become the Captain of that ship, and sail an entirely new terrain. The Sky. It was about then that she'd started daydreaming and for the next four years she'd begun proclaiming herself to be the one and only Skypirate. She even got attached to the nickname 'Skyscraper', of which the me aboard her own vessel in the sea began to tease her about. She liked it, though, and thus it stuck with her even though she had no close ties to those that worked on her ship. However, as things would have it, Raruna was crushed when the news of the air ship had been completed and almost immediately after such a completion, the currency of gold had dropped heavily in value. Orichalcum had become the top paying currency and without that she was never going to lay her hands on that beautiful ship.

Never.

Unless...

She stole it.


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The young Mer, by the name of Volpos, had no idea why he was doing what he was. It wasn't like he necessarily disliked the Mer civilization, at least not the Deimar that is. If asked why he had decided to leave, he wouldn't be able to answer. Perhaps it was due to a lack of excitement, a need for adventure, a thirst for knowledge, or just because the food above water sounded nice. There was no one answer, at least not one that he was aware of.

Regardless, there wasn't much he could do about it. It was a bit too late to turn back now. At least in his opinion, that is. He could already see the surface of the water. The light was, in his opinion, unecessarily bright, but he imagined that was due to the low amount of light deep underwater. He'd get used to it, or so he imagined.

Time passed, be it minutes, hours, or days. This time passing, regardless of how long it was, found the young Mer to be in a city. It was, strange, to say the least. He wasn't used to being unable to move in any direction he wanted to with a simple push. He kept on wanting to move up, away from the ground, but stopped himself from attempting too often. He'd have to adapt to being on land.

Volpos found himself, for one reason or another, pushed near a... ship? He stopped, staring at the ship in awe. He had heard rumors of ships and seen them from afar, but never actually seen one up close. Not that he was that close, mind you, but he still had a good view of the ship.

He felt himself be pushed against, but didn't move. This wasn't due to him wanting to consciously resist the force being put against him, but more so due to him being planted firmly on the ground. "What's the hold up?" A voice spoke from afar, one that sounded very annoyed and quite frankly, not very nice. He however, was mostly focused on the ship. Annoying voices weren't all that interesting, to be honest.

"Some kid's standing in our way." This prompted a reaction from Vol. He scanned the area, oblivious to the fact that they were referring to him, and found that people had moved away from him and that there was no kid in sig- oh.

"Tell the kid to move out of our way. We can't be late." The voice that had spoken earlier, the annoying one, seemed to be coming out of a carriage-like vehicle. The word 'pompous' popped into Vol's head, but didn't come out of his mouth. In fact, all he could really do was just stare. "You heard the boss, move."

Vol did something completely courageous and heroic. Vol didn't move out of intense fear and anxiety. Yeah, he definitely had it under control. Such a smooth talker. He was going to attempt saying something, but found that the person that owned the annoying voice had spoken earlier was getting out of their vehicle.

The person, apparently a noble, was tall and well built. "S-Sorry." Vol's voice, compared to the other's, sounded small and unimpressive. "It's fine, kid," A sneer. That was probably not a good sign, "Why don't you come with me? We got off on the wrong foot, I'm sure something to drink would help us get to know each other better." Nope. Not happening. Vol just sort of... tried moving away, but was flanked.

It was cool, though. He had it under control. Yeah, completely under control. He'd just have to talk his way out of the situation. He couldn't use his magic, due to him believing that the people there were hume. In retrospect, he probably should have left as soon as he had figured out what race inhabited the city. He was probably in enough trouble already.

The city was large, filled with tons of people, more people than Raruna had ever laid eyes upon before. After all, her own city wasn't ever this crowded. Of course, this was probably to be expected though. There was a rather large event going on this day and she was going to be the center of it very soon if all went as planned. The Skypirate -as she referred to herself as- moved through the throng of people with ease. She was getting some rather strange looks though... perhaps it was the hate with the plume of white fluttering in the light wind. Or maybe it was the long blue coat she was wearing.

Raruna certainly didn't look like she belonged on dry land. In fact she looked every bit a pirate as she made herself out to be. Her lips were pulled up in a grin and she was moving through the crowd with a stylized grace that only one of her demeanor could possibly manage. Runa's gaze shifted through the crowds. They were headed towards the center of the city, where the display was. Her excitement was starting to get the best of her as her smirk was starting to turn into a full blown grin. She had to contain herself... she had to be cautious... she had to be 'under the radar'... definitely inconspicious... and most importantly- what was that?

A carriage had stopped up ahead of her. People were going around it, but the occupants inside were having a conversation with some rather loudly raised voices. Arching an eyebrow, Raruna weaved her way to one side to get a better look. The carriage door opened and a fairly good sized man exited it to confront a young boy of maybe not but twenty years of age. The youth had, as it seemed, been standing in the way of the carriage. Raruna scoffed. This whole place is crowded, so what is the kid was standing there, she thought to herself. Slowly, she moved towards them, her hand on her sword.

Once she was close enough, the Skypirate easily slipped herself between the taller, bulkier man and the smaller youth. She grinned up at the man, tilting her head just a bit so that her hat covered one eye from view, "Well aren't you just the kindest person on the planet," she commented lightly, her fingers tapping her weapon eagerly.

The man crossed his arms as he glowered at her. Ah, maybe he didn't quite like that. Raruna shifted around so she had room to draw her weapon, "Since when did it become sport to harrass young kids these days?" she continued and in one flourishing sweep, her weapon had been drawn, a wild grin on her lips as her eyes were alight with her usual mischeif.

"Wretch..." the man uttered as he glowered at her openly and drew his own weapon in response. Runa laughed and lunged forward. Her blade danced, making him back away from her rather quickly. Taken by surprise, he was having a difficult time keeping up with her as she shifted forward, her sword easily slashing at him and knocking his blade to the side. When she'd backed him up into the carriage, his foot caught the wheel and as she came in rather close to his throat, the man leaned back too far and lost his balance.

Crashing to the ground, Runa laughed as she stood over him with her sword at the hollow of his throat, a couple of scratches and cuts lacing his arms. He glowered up at her, "Oh my, I must apologize. I think I may not have embarrassed you quite enough yet," she laughed and her sword moved to the buttons and laces of his shirt. The razor sharp steel cut through each one easily enough and he was soon not wearing a shirt. Her blade lowered to the trousers but before she could do more, there was a growling roar from two other people that she had not seen.

The doors of the carriage all flew open and a handful of men came out. Runa gaze a slight squeak, though she was more than just a little excited at this new development. Plans fluttering around in her head, she finally settled on a few things and, tipping her hat at the men; she gave a slight bow, sheathed her sword and turned on her heel. Reaching out, she snatched the boys arm and tugged at him as she took off through the crowd with the men trailing after her shouting curses in her wake.

Raruna laughed as she went, her fingers tight around the boys wrist. With a wild grin, she flashed him a wink, "Raruna, Skyscraper, Leautia at your service, my friend! Now, are you ready? We're stealing that," she said as her gaze settled on the giant skyship that was on display several yards away from them. She weaved them through the crowd, steadily getting closer to the ship as she went. By now, she couldn't quite contain her giggling fit as she imagined what she was going to do next.


'I am so going to die.' That thought, as cynical as it was, was the first one to enter the anxious boy's mind. He had thought he would have a long life ahead of him. He was too young to die, but alas, he imagined fate had different plans for him.

His thoughts however, turned to utter confusion when the girl mentioned stealing the ship. He wasn't going to die, at least not then, but he was going to have to spend his time with someone who may or may not have had all their mental faculties in check. Turns out that the situation could have gotten worse than what he had initially thought.

"N-no, I-I'm not." He responded to her question easily enough with the truth. He was not ready and most likely would never be. He didn't however, think that his opinion would make much of a difference. There was also the fact that he was probably speaking way too quietly to be heard.

He considered the situation. He had just been saved by someone who seemed able to take risks. That probably, taking all that had just happened, wasn't good. Then again, he imagined that he should give her the benefit of the doubt. She had, after all, just saved him. He decided to just go along with what she wanted, at least for the meantime. Stealing a ship might prove beneficial for exploration. Not using the situation to his advantage would be idiotic. It wasn't like he had a choice.

Raruna moved up to the front of the crowd, using both of their small statures to their utmost advantage. Her sharp eyes flicked across the ship to find the easiest way up it. There were a few officials up on the deck, and a couple that were surrounding the ship to keep people from getting too close. But with so many onlookers... there was bound to be a few slip ups, right? She would use that to her advantage as well. Her tongue flicked out across her lip and she turned to the boy.

Runa's eyes were flashing wildly now, their bright color dancing with her next step, "Stay close, wouldn't want to lose you now," she said. If she knew what he had been thinking at the time, she most likely would have found it funny. Her fingers shifted on his wrist, getting a better hold of him and from behind her, she heard the familiar grunts and calls from the men that she'd engaged with just a moment before. Glancing over her shoulder, she tugged at the boy and they moved forward easily with the bustling crowd of people that were trying to get a better look of the giant ship.

Pulling him easily along, she slipped behind one official, past a second and then sprinted for the ship. It took those on the ground perhaps a good full minute or two to even realize that they had indeed just seen a young woman and a boy rush past them. Shouts filled the air, but Raruna was already halfway up the rope ladder, stopping to help the boy with her along as they climbed up it, him on the other side of it with her. As it turns out, the boy very much did not like the feeling of ladders. They were, unlike underwater, dangerous. If he fell, there was no way for him to simply swim back. Regardless, it was too late to turn back. He was stuck and that was all there was to it.

"Up up up!" she chanted at him, as she balanced herself while one hand was gripping his arm to help him steadily up the ladder just a hairs breath ahead of her. She was on the backside of the rope ladder and climbed easily after him. When they reached the top, she gave him a light shove which probably toppled the poor boy up onto the deck, but she wasn't paying any mind to that. The boy, whether or not she noticed it, ended up falling face-first. Flipping herself around on the ladder so that she could get onto the deck too, she jumped up to her feet on the edge of it and brandished her sword at the stunned man in a uniform that gazed at both her and the boy.

Flipping her weapon a bit, she put on hand on her hip as she announced very loudly, "This is now my ship. You've been officially boarded. I'll be taking this," she said with a bright grin and without another word reached out to grab the poor man and promptly threw him overboard. Hopping down onto the deck, she offered her hand to the boy, smiling brightly. The boy found, at that moment, that her grin was a terrifying sight. She had just literally thrown someone overboard, and was smiling. He was glad he wasn't on her bad side.

"And, up on your feet!" she almost sang as she hauled him up, "Do me a favor, find the controls to this beautiful vessel will you?" as a shout came behind him, a man waving his heavy looking club ran up at them and Runa twisted the two of them around so that he was away from the attacker and she could engage. Her blade sang as it hit the large club, twisted it around down to the man's side and he also followed his companion off the side of the boat.

"Be a dear and do make it somewhat quick," she added as she looked over her shoulder and winked at him yet again before rushing off to continue her antics of throwing off the men on board.

Surprisingly enough, he didn't find the fact that she had thrown someone else overboard to be all that surprising. He didn't think this was a good thing. He probably wasn't supposed to find that sort of thing to be normal, not for anybody. Regardless, he just shrugged. He figured there was no point in arguing, and to be blunt, he kind of did want to explore the ship.

Vol, wondering whether or not he girl was still alive, ended up moving swiftly through the ship. He was good at keeping out of sight, so he wasn't worried about being caught. Then again, with his luck, he was probably going to end up knocking himself out against something. He wouldn't put it against the world to put him in a worse situation than he was already in.

Those thoughts aside, he found the room he imagined was the control room relatively quickly, managing to somehow steer himself away from trouble. The room looked, to say the least, strange to him. He didn't however, decide to question it too much at that moment. He'd figure out how the whole thing worked when he wasn't in danger of being killed or sent to a prison. He imagined that he would now be considered a criminal or at least an accomplice. He also imagined that the people from earlier wouldn't vouch for him, seeing as they didn't seem to be the most honest of people. Whether or not he liked it, he was stuck with the girl.

After this short adventure, he managed to get back up with no more trouble than the trip he took before, due to his cautious nature, and attempted to find the girl. He hoped she hadn't killed anyone, mostly so he wouldn't have to worry about legal trouble. He was probably in enough trouble as it was.

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His eyes glued to the dangling crewmen of the airship, Alistair Archibald couldn't help but smirk at the brilliant plan that had hatched within his glorious mind, a plan so perfectly perfect that no ordinary man could even begin to comprehend it. But that was just the thing; he was no ordinary man! No, he was the equivalent of a god's god, and such a masterwork of tactical genius was extremely common for he.

As the crowd hurriedly gathered ever closer to the ladder, Alistair noticed the weak attempts by the crew on the ground to fend off the horde of onlookers. The difference in manpower was overwhelming and it was quite simply impossible for them to contain the situation as the curious mass only grew in number. This proved to be the perfect chance for the golden god among men, as he - odd as it may seem considering his shiny armor -- quickly and quietly made his way over towards the men who were all struggling to keep their grips upon one another.

"Fuhaha! Excellent! Keep still, mongrels! You'll finally have a significant use for your life yet!" he heartily laughed as he examined the vertical line of Humes decorating the hull of the boarded airship, ignoring the glares he was getting from said Humes. Some shot him angry looks as though they were irritated by him, the ones higher up the chain were just too scared of heights to apparently register what was even being said, and some simply just didn't hear him due to the commotion going on around them. Those particular folks were in for quite the shock. With the nearest leg just barely in reach, Alistair crouched down and sprung upwards like a bolt, his hand outstretched just far enough for him to grip the lowermost man's ankle.

"H-hey man! W-w-what are you doPRGHTHG" the first peasant attempted to protest, but was cut off by a golden gauntlet using his mouth as a grip. Interestingly enough, the man still retained his grip up until his head was used as a foothold, at which point he couldn't hold on any longer and promptly fell to his death (not really). Up and up he continued to climb, receiving a multitude of groans, insults, and vociferation, while the line of people slowly began to decrease in length due to people losing their grips as a golden boot crushed their faces. Alistair was still heartily laughing his entire climb, obviously entertained by whole affair.

"Fwahahahaha! I ascend!" and thusly, Alistair Archibald's defining moment was born.

But all great things eventually come to an end, and the ascent was no different. He soon ran out of people to use as literal stepping-stones to 'his ship', and he came to reach the railing. He vaulted over the side and turned to face the very last person was gripping the edge. "Smell ya later!"

"You did fine, swine. Now, be gone." the man, terrified as can be, was unable to prevent Alistair from lifting his fingers from the railing. His descent was swift, but also fairly painful. "Now..." the Archibald turned to see some woman taking on quite a few different men with her sword. Using his extraordinary deduction skills, he figured her to be a part of the raid on the ship. By god he was smart. "...which subjects to keep and which to dispose of...." while he was pondering such an important matter, a lone NPC crewman who had been spared the pirate's wrath simply due to being tardy to the party attempted to sneak a blow in on Alistair, who obviously wasn't supposed to be on the ship (after all, he wouldn't have missed such obnoxious set of armor aboard a ship that contrasted such).

The effort, valiant as it was, was also in vain.

As though it was both as involuntary as breathing and rehearsed simultaneously, his right arm snapped outwards towards the incoming crewman, connecting with his face and sending him spiraling off the side of the ship. At the same time, Alistair gave yet another hearty laugh before speaking to himself, content with the conclusion he had just reached in his head. "That's it! Only the worthiest of the rabble may continue to reside on my ship. And since I'm such a benevolent being, I shall grace them by testing them myself! Fwahahaha!" with a final chuckle to himself and a quick retrieval of his expensive-yet-durable blade, Alistair Archibald willingly joined the commotion, displaying a flamboyant and extremely effective set of skills with the sword, being unmatched by any of the nameless crew that remained on the ship. The effort with which these men were dispatched left much to be desired from the Archibald. So much so that he was beginning to think he ought to just fly this damn ship by himself, an outcome that would force him to do work upon this flying contraption, which would require effort could be saved for something more important, like admiring himself or ordering people around. Then again.... wasn't there at least one person he saw that could be worthy? He recalled the woman, who had been doing quite well in combat, for a peasant, of course.

"You there, woman!" he directed his strong voice towards the skypirate with a very blatant disdain to his tone, past the foes between the two, casually dispatching another nameless face. "Submit to the glorious Alistair Archibald and I shall grant you access to this ship. As my subordinate, of course."

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After sending the boy that she'd kidnappedrescued from the earlier band of miscreants, Raruna had turned her attention to the officials who were trying to remove her from the premises of the ship. This, however, was not working very well as she easily batted them aside and promptly threw them overboard. Their screams of terror and curses as they fell filled the air and had Raruna laughing in delight.

She seemed to be dancing across the deck as she fought off the men who were trying to subdue her. Her blade sang as she ran it up under one man's weapon, lifting it up over his head and reaching out to snatch the front of his collar. Turning, she hurled him towards the edge of the ship and with a slight jumping in her step towards him, she landed a solid kick to his chest with her heeled boot. He flipped off the edge and she turned around with a wild smile on her lips. Ducking a swing to her head, Raruna slid her blade across the man's side, just barely cutting it open and drawing a thin line of blood that would surely sting to irritate him.

Moving to his opposite side, Runa slammed the hilt of her blade into the man's back, forcing him forward across the deck. He stumbled and lost his balance. Sliding across the deck, he slammed into the side of the rail. The skypirate grinned wildly as she turned to face another opponent. Her weapon struck their steel blade as they swung at her wildly in nothing but pure rage. She backed away from him, edging closer to the one that was slowly regaining his feet from hitting the edge of the rail. As the other man stood, Runa slammed her blade into the oncoming official tossing it out to his right side.

”How’s it coming my dear? Find those controls yet?” Raruna shouted across the deck to her new found captivefriend. Her excitement was very clear as she fought with the men before her.

She sidestepped, and with her free hand grabbed the man's wrist to direct him into the one that was standing up against the rail. The two officials collided together in a tangle of arms and weapons. Runa lunged at them, her lithe frame crashing into them and sending that pair overboard as well. When she turned around to the next unfortunate individual, though, she was met by something rather... interesting. This man had climbed up onto the ship and was now boarding the vessel with her. He was working his way through the remaining men, tossing them off as well. Raruna admired his sword play, but there was something else that had her attention.

He was... shiny.

Not only that, but it was a brilliant, glorious, shining gold. It plated his body and it reflected the sun perfectly. He addressed her and drew her attention from the shining armor on his body. She looked up to him as he challenged her.

"You there, woman! Submit to the glorious Alistair Archibald and I shall grant you access to this ship. As my subordinate, of course."

Raruna eyed him with her usual mischievous grin. Turning her sword in her hand she took one last look around the deck and noted that they were, at last, the only ones remaining on the vessel. Lifting up her head a bit she arched an eyebrow as she regarded him carefully. The officials hadn't even given her any trouble, she wasn't even sweating. Maybe this... Alistair would give her a run for her money. Runa grinned even more.

"Mmm," she mused lightly as she turned to face him, tilting her head a bit, "That sure is a lovely introduction, mister Alistair Archibald. Allow me," Runa gave a graceful bow to him, her free hand curling under her chest as she held out her sword to the side, bowing at the waist though she never let her gaze drop from his, "Raruna, Skyscrapper, Leautia. It is a pleasure. And now..." her grin grew as she straightened and leveled her sword at him.

"Shall we find out who will be submitting to who?" she laughed lightly, clearly excited about this new development. At the back of her mind, she wondered where her new friend had gotten off to and hoped that he'd find the damned controls soon enough for the ship. Raruna wanted to by sky borne sooner rather than later.

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Fighting against the crowd of people had quickly turned irritating for the witch. It did not take her long before she was, quite literally, using a bit of magical force to shove people away from her. She was a rather petite woman by contrast and few things annoyed her more than being reminded of this and being unable to physically stand up for herself. And the stupid humes didn't even know what was hitting them anyway--she just wanted to be able to breathe in the mass of panic. For a brief moment, she feared that she had lost Reika amidst all the pandemonium. But the feeling didn't really have a moment to settle in, she could hear the demon's laughter from somewhere up ahead. She pushed on, kicking an interfering hume down as she entered into the main pavilion. Disgusting waste of her time.

The crowd of people was thick here... but not only thick, it was... She squinted, trying to comprehend what she was seeing. No, it couldn't be, no one would be stupid enough to do it. It would take an absolute fool to consider... There was just no way. Who would be dumb enough to steal an airship? None of the civilians of Il'yaa would've dared to trespass, no one was that bold, no one wanted the glorious label of being wanted. Especially not since this was the only established hume capital--it wouldn't make any sense. Yet her logic clearly contradicted what she was seeing, because there was indeed a woman on the ship, shouting orders and pushing people off of it.

This was something close to what she would expect from Reika. And that was because the demon didn't understand consequences when it came to mortals. But anyone else surely would've considered the stupidity involved in such a risky and terrible plan? Yet whoever this was, this woman (or as Virie was going to soon call her, the whore of no virtue) clearly thought that this was a grand plan. And though she did hate to admit to the success of others, from an observer's perspective, it was working. None of the crew seemed equipped to fight back--though she was sure that a second or even third wave of guards were sure to come. And quickly, at that. This was the very first airship and she would not be remotely surprised if the whole militia mounted to assure the ship's safety.

The witch went to peer closer to get a better look at the events, intrigued by the growing pile of bodies and what looked to be someone scampering up them. Their appearance... it was so damned... no. Absolutely. Not. She grimaced, recognizing the golden armor at once. It belonged to none other than Alistair Archibald, a pompous noble with his head so far up his ass, she was pretty sure he was seeing an alternate dimension. She had always actively avoided him in every social she had been forced to attend. Rumors of his absurd need for others to bow to him and his insane egotism had reached her ears long before she had even thought to meet him. And, of course, she had no need to deal with narcissistic bastards.

He had heaved himself over the side of the ship--what on earth was that idiot planning? It didn't really concern her, nevermind, she didn't want to know. What mattered more was locating Reika, she wanted to put as much distance between herself and the air ship as...

... No. It couldn't be.

She had finally caught sight of her demon, the familiar was running up the pile of bodies that had been discarded on the pavement. With (surprising) grace, the creature bent her knees, using the momentum from her run to launch herself on to the side of the ship. Reika dug her fingers into the wood, her tail swinging back and forth with eagerness. Virie did not even try to hide her irritation--that stupid beast was going to be the death of her. She had to get the demon down. Other measures would have to be taken. A yell from behind her caused her to shift her attention--the second wave of guards had appeared. And they were larger than she had expected, there were at least thirty of them.

"Stand down!" One of them yelled, projected his voice to the usurpers. "Return to the ground immediately, you are under arrest!" Already, they were preparing their firearms. Hm, things were getting serious. But she wasn't going to let this interfere with her--Reika was too dumb to realize the peril of the situation. She had to step in discreetly but how... Hm. A nearby roof caught her attention and she smirked, that would do. She whispered a spell, placing her fingers up to her lips before unfurling her hand outwards. The wind followed her path, whipping around and unhinging some of the roofing. Shingles began to fall and to the unobservant, it would've looked like bi-product damage from the fight aboard the airship.

The ceiling caved in, the witch guiding the pieces slightly so that their path was altered--just enough to crash on to a few of the guards. There were shouts from beneath the rubble--she had been nice enough not to murder anyone. This was going to give her a rather large headache later--she had to board the ship to drag Reika off of it. She wanted nothing to do with what was happening. Despite the fact that she had been forced to get involved. The guards were re-rallying their numbers but not all were distracted by her trick--several of them had chosen to ignore the rabble and shoot at the woman and the noble. Tch. Some of those shots nearly hit Reika, who was happily climbing the wood of the airship. This was absurd and frustrating.

Magic wasn't going to be the key here--she knew enough not to use anymore than she had--her little trick was about the best she could conjure without making herself look suspicious. Some of the guards were pushing people back from the airship, attempting to control the situation.

"Miss! You need to leave, it's dangerous. Authorized personnel only!" He barked at her, trying to shoo her back. Hell no. She couldn't afford to be separated from her demon.

"Don't touch me, heathen." She said bluntly, glaring at him. He seemed a bit intimidated but, unfortunately, continued his efforts of shooing her back. She looked up, hearing a yowl from overhead. Reika had finally noticed what was happening below her and perceived the current happenings as an attack against the witch. Oh joy.

"Get away from my Mistress!" The demon launched herself off the ship, which was already an ample distance from the ground. Propelled by the force of the jump, the creature threw herself at the guard. Not expecting the force of the collision, the guard was forced to the ground, Reika biting his ear and promptly tearing it off as she wrestled him into submission. Virie barely blinked as she watched it--well great, now they had definitely drawn attention to themselves. Other guards were staring at them, beginning to perceive the duo as a collective threat. Reika growled, standing protectively in front of the witch.

And then, Reika did something that Virie probably wouldn't forgive for a long time. Reika knew the rules, she knew magic wasn't supposed to be used. But maybe in the frenzy of it all, the demon had forgotten and only sought to protect. The witch couldn't be sure the reason and frankly, was not even entirely positive she wanted to know. Either way, she knew as soon as Reika's body began to pulse with energy that the demon was readying a spell.

"Reika, don--" The warning came too little, too late. The demon had released psychic energy at their attackers. It was invisible, striking all of them simultaneously. All of the guards were knocked down, confused, disoriented. Some guns fumbled from unsteady grips as the mass of them were pushed against the concrete by strong energy. "Damn it." Was all the witch could say. They'd really done it this time, all she could hope was that everyone would think all of those guards were delirious. But no doubt as soon as they described her, her name would be rolled into all this nonsense. Damn it all to hell.

She had no choice. She was going to have to help that airship lift off. She had to leave the city, because of Reika's actions. Everything about this day was a pain in the ass. Grabbing the demon by the collar, the witch dragged her familiar behind her as she waltzed towards the ship. Reika fell into step with her, tugging out of the grip and straightening.

"Bring us to the deck. She ordered coldly. The demon excitedly nodded, grabbing Virie around the waist and jumping on to the wooden helm of the ship again. Eagerly, she scampered, bringing them steadily upwards. This was fairly humiliating. She was going to shove something rather unpleasant up Reika's bottom when all of this was through.

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It was miraculous, really, that Vol hadn't passed out from nervousness. The situation had in a short period of time gone to hell, metaphorically speaking. He had almost been killed, or so he imagined, by seemingly corrupt people. He had been kidnapped by a girl who may or may not have had all her mental faculties. He had most likely become a criminal. He would most likely be given hell at home. To top it off, he didn't know if he'd be able to escape. To simply say this, however, would be insufficient. Explanations, full ones, must be given.

”How’s it coming my dear? Find those controls yet?” The girl who had pulled him into the unlikable situation brought him along spoke, but he did not reply. He, after having left the control room and reached the topmost area of the ship, had decided very much so not to interfere with the girl whose mental faculties may or may not have been in full effect. It was a simple thought. There was also the fact that he had decided to survey the area. He'd need to get his bearings.

He saw an obnoxiously unconventionally dressed person after swiveling his head. A person wearing golden[/gold] armor. Vol doubted such armor would do much good, but was more worried about what the man wanted. He just hoped the crew members would be able to dispose of the new arri- [color=gold]"You there woman!" The man's voice was loud, loud and very... intimidating? Either way, the voice made Vol instinctively jump back. "Submit to the glorious Alistair Archibald and I shall grant you access to this ship. As my subordinate, of course." Alistair, as was revealed to be the man's name, was either a really swell fighter, or incredibly stupid.

Vol did the heroic and obvious thing, jumping into the fray of the battle. Vol just sort of... stepped back and out of sight. It wasn't that he couldn't physically fight. He just didn't want to. He imagined all the injuries that could be sustained from a fight, and found that they weren't very much likeable. He also had no reason to jump in. He didn't, to be blunt, find her life worth saving. He wasn't the sort to build emotional attachment easily.

Vol did however, hope that the girl wasn't hurt. He hoped that the two could nicely talk it ov- who was he kidding. They were probably going to end up fighting it out. He sighed, finally noticing that there were no longer very many people on the vessel. ""Return to the ground immediately, you are under arrest!" Somebody shouted this. Vol didn't react. He just didn't care anymore. He was even slightly annoyed. Couldn't he get a break or two?

His apathy however, turned into surprise when he thought he had felt a fluctuation of power. Magical, strong, power. No, it obviously was just his imagination, right? There was no way a magical creature would be around, at least not one that could actually use magic. That was illogical. What would they be doing there? At a boat of all places? Surely they could fly with magic? He stopped his building fear with this logic, forgetting that he, a creature capable of using magic, was also there. Or perhaps he knew this, but decided not to acknowledge it.

He, after his thoughts were ordered nicely and not sporadically jumping from one subject to another, had a wonderful idea. He decided to move to the control room, and accordingly did so. He managed to get there without much interruption, seeing as most of the commotion was located on the main deck.

He, after reaching the control room, felt relatively safe. He didn't find anyone in there, at least not anyone he could see. He locked the door to the room with simple magic, hoping no one would be able to get in. If the girl survived the ordeal with the other person, he'd let her in. If not, somebody would have to break down the door, giving him time to cast a spell. It was a simple plan. One that probably wouldn't work, either, but that wasn't the point.

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"Shall we find out who will be submitting to who?" she laughed lightly, clearly excited about this new development. At the back of her mind, she wondered where her new friend had gotten off to and hoped that he'd find the damned controls soon enough for the ship. Raruna wanted to by sky borne sooner rather than later.

Alistair, on the other hand, laughed mockingly, obviously thinking very little of the woman. "So that's your answer? Rabble like you always seem to be lacking in common sense. You should not look a gift horse in its mouth, especially when the one being so generous is myself." after he said that, Alistair took his blade and raised it to the woman, and with his same pompous tone, said, "I shan't stoop to your level and forget courtesies. I believe it's 'Ladies first' is it not?"

Runa tilted her head up and then gave him a grin, "Well, at least you're not rude," she said with a smirk. She took one more look at his tall frame and then moved. Her sword thrust forward, aimed straight for his chest as she lunged quickly across the deck.

Despite one's expectations when dealing with a very arrogant dick of gold, Alistair was not actually unable to defend himself in combat. It's what set himself apart from most nobles, besides the whole gold thing that bordered on a fetish (little did we all know his fetish actually involves strawberries). So as not to make this battle anticlimactic, Alistair Archibald promptly raised his blade in a defensive swing in order to knock the blade aside. The advantage here was that, since her blade was a rapier, she only truly had thrusts available for her, making the blows easier to predict. That's not to say she couldn't swing her blade, but like, 'ow that hurt slutticus' is most likely what she'll achieve if she lands a blow that particular way.

The pirate giggled slightly as her blade was knocked aside. She allowed it to go, flinging out to her side and with it she did a slight spin to get around him as she'd continued moving forward in her lunging strike. Lightly stepping across the deck, she pivoted on her foot and swung the blade outwards, only looking to deal him a slight bit of damage if it connected, a small cut if anything at all but a stinging, glancing blow should it land.

True to her very frame and her choice of weapon, the woman's style in combat was more agile than normal. She certainly was, overall, quicker than he was wearing the armor to weigh him down, but since he wasn't going to admit that she was 'anything' better than he save uneducated or the like, he would not let her outdo him. Alistair wasn't about to let this become a defensive battle, but with her dealing the first two strikes in quick succession, that's how this battle was turning out to be, and of course, no peasant should be keeping a man above god like he pressured --- no, they shouldn't even be able to! Yes, that's entirely correct. She wasn't able to, he wouldn't let her! The gold-haired egotist did not allow her swift blow to strike him, for even the smallest blow would destroy his pride were it to land. Instead, he narrowly leaned back as the rapier made its arc towards him and for a moment he thought he was in the Matrix, yo, returning the favor with a fast diagnal slash followed by a horizontal cut towards her waist. These being real weapons, well, she'd honestly want to dodge or otherwise avoid that attack if she planned on not being my goddamn waifu from Dangon Ronpa and dying in the first fucking scenes living for much longer.

Raruna made a strange noise as she moved backwards, something that could have been a short shout, but it wasn't out of fear or anger. She was still grinning as she watched him return the strikes. The first slash at her was redirected with her own blade so that it didn't catch her small frame. Then she was forced to jump back just a bit to avoid having the tip of his weapon cut through her waist. Edging near the railing of the vessel, she heard a shout from the ground. It called for them to remove themselves from the ship. Runa laughed, "Aww, they're trying to ruin our fun," she commented lightly and then a shower of bullets hit the edge of the railing, directed at her and her golden sparring partner.

Runa ducked and rolled across the deck, just barely avoiding anything that would be fatal. Her gaze shifted to her cloths. The long blue coat had a nice cut along the shoulder a thin scratch across her pale skin. She frowned slightly, "Well... that was rude..." She didn't care about the tiny scratch, she was more irritated about the torn cloth of her coat.

Runa returned her gaze to the man who was shining. That shiny armor was really distracting, seeing as her fetish for shining things was just terrible. Standing, she lifted her weapon at him again. The shots stopped from the ground as a building came crashing down. Finally, now there won't be any more interruptions, she thought, pleased with that fact. Raruna lunged forward at him again, not quite done with this sparring act across the deck. Again, she went for his chest, the blade singing as it thrust at him. She stepped into the strike, then sweeped the blade to the right and brought it back across at him in a slash across his abdomen.

There were not too many things that irritated Alistair as much as a peasant interrupting him when he was obviously engaged in a far more activity. He did not seem to frustrated with his blows being parried or evaded, in fact, he almost welcomed someone actually giving him something to put a little effort into. If anything, this rabble wasn't as bad as the other scum he'd defeated when he boarded this ship, which was a refreshing experience. One you could only ever really have against someone with a name purpose. However, these idiots down below were firing those weapons... what were they? Guns, right? Yes, those shoddy pieces of crap. How inaccurate and ineffective they were. Perhaps in quite some time there would be advances in such things that would make anything else obsolete, but it certainly wasn't the case right now. All they did was serve to both irritate Alistair and betray the user's location. They'd do some damage if they ever hit, but that was the whole problem, wasn't it?

"Filthy heathens not respecting my right to indulge in a little roughousing." the man muttered under his breath.

He wasn't able to do much more than that before the fighting resumed in the form of a swift and aggressive combo of three strikes. The lunge was, like its predecessor, knocked the blade aside once more, but that ended up putting him in a place where he couldn't necessarily hop back (obviously not his flamboyant armor's fault or anything). Instead, his blade held true in his hand and stopped the rapier on its second swing but not before the tip slapped the back of Alistair's hand, "Ow, you little slutticus that hurt you know god its going to be redder than a beet or something jeezus im done here fuck everything 420 blaz it". Thusly the fight ended. Hitting the blade dead on like that, he was a bit surprised the smaller rapier did not break or otherwise show damage, then again, that was probably because of what it was made of. That... metal. The very same thing that ruined his fabulous lifestyle he so desperately wished he could keep.

With the opening provided by the clashing blades, he did what any flamboyant and egotistical character would do in a fight and decided to talk, instead of fighting. "Mithril's a cursed metal, woman. You'd do well to avoid it while you can." he warned, despite being in the middle of a battle. Of course, that didn't matter to him since he'd obviously win regardless. That didn't mean he dropped his guard like a fool, but it still was a bit cockier than most people would try.

"Surely someone with skills above the majority of the rabble isn't so ignorant of this fact."

As their weapons clashed, she was brought in close to him, both blades caught together for a moment in which the tall man decided to speak. Raruna hummed slightly as she eyed him between their weapons, "Why yes. It is a cursed metal. I would avoid it, if I could. But seeing as gold has no value anymore... I can hardly throw away my only weapon, now can I? Unless I want something that is going to break the moment I use it," Runa leaned in closer, her weapon sliding across his, "But thanks for the warning, I'll be sure to remember."

She pulled back, dragging her rapier with her and reset herself. Lifting the blade up at him, she tilted her head, "Your turn?" she prompted lightly, a bit of a laugh in the words.

"Gold having no value?" he repeated, more irritated than before. He felt his name was synonymous with gold and insulting his precious metal, his precious everything was no different than insulting he himself. She had brought about a wrath she never should have. "What kindness I have spared on your unworthy self has obviously been wasted. You know nothing about gold and its worth!"

Alistar wasn't just angry now, but determined. Determined to show this woman her place in society, in the world --- under his boots. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd be feeling generous to just throw her off the ship when he was finished with her, or if he'd end up executing her and destroying that filthy weapon of hers. Yes, confiscating that trash and ridding the world of it after the battle would do his mood quite well, so what he did with her afterwords wouldn't really matter, would it? Lucky was she that he wasn't typical filth that would try something sexual if he won, but this wasn't because he was kind or anything, it was more because he saw that as gifting women with his body, and she obviously wasn't worth that in his eyes, nor was he desperate enough to need to resort to that. Plus, as angry as he was, well, he'd rather not show her his golden genitalia. DUN DUN DUN

But enough talk about his golden sword. Now was the time for battle!

With newfound desire and passion in the fight, Alistair gripped his blade tightly in both hands around its fabulous hilt. This was the defining action for when Alistair stopped screwing around. With his grip strengthened, he charged at the skypirate and brought his blade downwards in a vertical slash. But that wasn't all. The strike was swift as it was powerful, and though those things were true, it wasn't his only attack. He immediately heaved the sword straight upwards in a vertical strike upwards this time, finishing another vertical strike downwards, all with a huge deal of might behind each and every single swing.

Somehow... she had angered him. Raruna's smile almost faded as he spoke to her. However, it did fade into a slight frown as he came at her, both hands on his weapon now. Runa took a step backwards as he swung down at her. Lifting her blade up, the jarring blow knocked her backwards. Raruna hissed slightly at the jarring blow, "Hey... I know of gold's worth!" she shot back as she stumbled. His weapon came back up and it smashed into hers again. The pirate was overwhelemed by his strength and the blade flew from her hand straight up and away from her. Runa's gaze widened and then she quickly backed away as the weapon came cleaving back down.

As she backed away, she pulled out both of her pistols and aimed them up at him as she backed away and hit something behind her, probably a wall that led to another section of the ship, "Gold is valuable to me, but I can't use it anymore. Surely you know that," she said as she narrowed her eyes at him.

Alistair Archibald, being the superior being that he was, had not the slightest ounce of surprise in him when his blows overwhelmed his foe. It was certain that once he put his actual effort into something, it was always going to go his way. More strikethroughs here, more boasting.. The woman backed herself into a literal corner with nowhere to run from him, and his last assault on her had disarmed the woman of her mithril weapon, leaving her defens-- wait, no that's not right. She cried something as she equipped herself with a couple of smaller guns in what appeared to be a panic.

"Begging for your life isn't going to win you any points from me." he began, but noticing a particular color on one of her weapons.... "Yet... I am amused at what appears to be your trump card." he was, of course, referring to her pistols. Gold attracted him and he attracted gold, is how he saw things.

Reika had paused their ascent, the most probable cause due to the sounds of battle from overhead. Virie could not see who was involved, but she could only guess that it was a fight between the pirate whore and the shiny bastard. Egh. It was like a combination made in the fiery pits of Hell. Hm, if Hell were an actual place--she was not affirmative about that plane of existence but now wasn't really the time to ponder it. Either way, the demon had paused halfway between the deck of the ship and the underbelly that they were climbing from. And the demon's grip around her waist was really causing some discomfort with her robes. The witch sighed, slapping Reika to snap the demon's attention back to the matter at hand. It was not safe for them to make their presence known aboard the ship, she didn't have time or patience to deal with the battle and also didn't want to be seen as providing assistance to this ridiculous heist. As far as she was concerned, she was an unwilling victim of circumstance. A completely innocent, completely non-threatening victim of this bizarre scenario she had, in no way, shape, or form, gotten mixed up with on purpose.

A few warning shots hit the wood several meters from her face and the witch frowned. They couldn't remain here any longer--they had to leave. She looked over at Reika, who was staring off blankly around her with the usual look of stupid blankness plastered on her face. "Reika," Virie said shortly, causing the demon to start and look at her. "I want you to make the ship fly."

"Fly, mistress? For real?!" Reika excitedly swished her tail back and forth, hitting Virie upside the head. The witch nodded, knowing full well the danger she was putting everyone else in with this request. Yes, Reika's attention span was horrible and more than likely, the spell would only last long enough for them to escape. But no one else really mattered--if the people above her died, oh well. She knew that she had ways of defending herself properly and that was all that really mattered. Then she'd work on regaining her name and reputation in the city. Which was such an absurd premise that she had to deal with. Why was that even a thing? Because some stupid pirate whore wanted to have her kicks? Because some snobby noble bastard wanted to show off? Honestly, this day. Was literally the worst. Hmph.

The creature didn't wait for any more confirmation, Reika was ready and eager to get things started. The demon closed her eyes, mana beginning to course through her body once more. Virie could feel it, the energy that her familiar was summoning. And in some ways, this was what possibly came the closest to frightening her. There was such a wealth of power in extra-planer beings, for as dumb as the summon creature was... there certainly was a lot of force behind it. Reika muttered to herself, calling forth mental energies to project Virie's desire. And as the words left the demon's lips, the ship gave a giant creaking nose as the propellers from up above began to whirl. Faster and faster, the mechanisms of the ship began to gain energy, gain momentum--and in moments, the ship was levitating off the ground.

The guards below them did not know what to do--there was no way they'd be staring at the demon who was casting the spell. No, in their mind, the airship really was lifting off the ground because someone had fumbled with the control switches. It was a glorious lie, one that no doubt everyone would believe. The demon continued chanting under her breath, using the vocalizations to slowly move the ship so that it floated above the buildings. There were yells from below them, protests, screams--but all of it was white noise to the witch. The joys of flying, even on the side of an airship, were always wonderful and she relished in the feel of wind against her cheeks. The airship finally gained enough altitude and, with guidance from the demon, it moved forwards towards the exit of the city--the authorities powerless to stop its' escape.

Alistair's mouth curved into a smile, a rather frightening one at that. "It's of no importance. You've caused me more irritation than I've put up with for quite some time, but I guess that's because you were amusing." Alistair spoke exactly like he had the upper hand, despite having two guns pointed to him. Again, this was because he was confident -- much too confident in his abilities. Could he dodge a bullet? Could he dodge two? At point-blank range? Why, of course he could! He was an Archibald! Such a small feat was easy for him. "Now, to continue what we were doin------"

There was a giant rumble from the bottom of the ship, followed by a huge tremor much like an earthquake that, of course, caused the golden-armored man to stumble as he lost his footing and nearly tumbled to the ground. Wha... what the hell is going on?! Alistair was surprised at the sudden liftoff, having not ordered the vessel to do so.

Amusing he says... well then, her grin was starting to return as she aimed her pistols at him. He started to speak again and she was going to be more than happy to oblige resuming their little duel when the ship did something... unexpected. As he stumbled, she followed, unprepared for the sudden movement of the ship that was rather forceful. Her first thoughts were what in the hell her new captivefriend was doing with those controls!? Raruna had the unlucky misfortune of stumbling into a crate and losing her footing which resulted in the edge of the box clipping her wrist rather roughly. It caught her weapon as she fell over, and it went bouncing happily along the deck.

She gave a gasp of utter horror though as she watched her precious golden pistol go wildly tumbling about. She took off after the weapon, sprinting across the deck that rolled underneath her as it was getting airborn. Runa raced after the pistol, her eyes trained only on it as it skittered and bounced, hitting random things and as she got close to it, the vessel tilted just enough for the gun to go slipping right off the side via a hole in the boarding. Of course, she couldn't just let her most valued peice of equipment just go flying overboard. So she did what anyone would do, and leapt off the side of the ship to catch it. Her hand snatched the barrel, and it wasn't until that point that she thought about how she was going to get back on the ship.

Still on unstable footing due to the sudden liftoff, Alistair could do naught but reach out for the railing and hope that this contraption did not suddenly detonate or crash into something and end his journey before it had truly began.In the scramble to keep himself from personally witnessing a Hume's inability to fly without some form of assistance, he dropped his blade which, luckily, slide across the ground and managed to wedge itself between some crates so that it was out of harm's way for now. He did have a bit of fondness for his weapon and it was one of the very few items that was not entirely gold that he enjoyed using.

Unlike his blade, the woman he had just been engaged in battle with had lost her golden gun and it decided it would be a free bird and attempted to fly. She leapt after it, seemingly unaware of the fact she would die in the process, only barely managing to grip a barrel nearby, and the grip wasn't that strong to begin with. It seemed to be the end of her, her life ended not by Alistair's sword, but by her desire to retrieve a weapon that had flown away. How pitiful. And... disappointing. Alistair could and was about to simply watch another peasant's life end right before his eyes like he had seen many times before, yet.... her need to keep that weapon, that gold weapon, had partially touched the man. It seemed she wasn't just spewing lies to him when she said she understood gold's worth. She really knew the value it held.

Then... she was at least worthy of staying aboard the ship for now.

Alistair did something he had not done before, ever, and that was something unselfish. He felt very strange when doing it too. Perhaps he'd done it for selfish reasons, or so he'd convince himself, but regardless, the act itself was purely for the woman, not for he. What'd he do? Well, obviously....

...he saved her life.

He went about this quickly, not able to spice it up. He couldn't yell about how he'd give this gnat another chance to please him, or how she'd owe him her life afterwards. He couldn't tip the flying boat over with his godlike strength, nor could he life her up with the power of his mind. Instead, he did what anybody with arms could do and simply reached out, grabbing the girl by the first place his hand landed, gripped it with quite a bit of his strength, and pulled her back to safety. Of course, this being Alistair, something a bit unique had to happen, so rather than simply saving her, he'd done something else, unintentionally. He managed to give her quite a fierce groping of the breast.

---Again, it wasn't on purpose. That being said, he did notice where he put his hand the instant he'd touched it. He was quite familiar with that place of a woman, among many others. But he did not seem to mind it one bit. One place was as fine as any, and so long as she was alive, she shouldn't complain, right? It probably hurt like hell, but she'd best be grateful, taking his life-saving virginity like that. It was his first time~

Raruna felt the wind rushing up to meet her as she went overboard. The gears of the ship growing rather loud. However, before she could completely free fall and contemplate her lifes meaning and relive every little heart pounding event she'd gone through, she was abruptly brought back to her senses. The golden pistol in her hand was safe, and she'd managed to not fall to her death. Although, the way she was saved was rather peculiar. At least it had never quite happened like that before to her. Wincing as she gave a slight shout of pain at where the man had grabbed her, she was dragged back onto the safety of the flying vessel and the town below her no longer served as her final resting place.

Once her boots hit the deck, she hissed as she pulled her arm back to craddle her breast that had be so abruptly grabbed and used as a way to save her life. The skypirate glanced over to the man, a little bit of a grin pulling her lips as she rubbed her breast that was sure to bruise later, "Well, isn't that a wonderful way to save a woman. Do you do this often? Better be careful, next time you grab my breast I might like it," she offered as she sheathed her pistol safely into her belt and gave a sigh as she tried to get the nerves in her chest to stop screaming at her. For a moment she stood there, eyes squeezed shut and then took a deep breath.

With a soft hum to herself, she stretched and then put her hands on her hips. This is going to hurt for a while... she thought bitterly, but didn't say a word about it. If anything, she was certainly surprised by having been saved. Not that she couldn't have figured a way back on the ship probably not, it was a free fall down to cobblestone, "Why don't we go see who decided it was a wonderful idea to interrupt, shall we? Frankly, that was damned rude... I almost lost my gun!"

"Cease your whining, it was... my first time. Even I may be inexperienced in some matters." Alistair replied, unaware of the impression he might've just left. He was still not sure how he felt about actually doing something like that. Saving people leaves a weird feeling in your stomach, he thought. Alistair rubbed his chin as he thought about who might've done something to the ship, displaying -- once more -- his excellent deductive skills by figuring out that they ought to go check on the controls were they hoping to discover what may have made the ship move. He was obviously unaware of the magical reasoning behind the ship's takeoff.

"I shall agree to your suggestion" he placed quite a bit of emphasis on 'suggestion' so that she was completely aware that he would not take an order from her. Not that that wasn't blatantly apparent just by the way he talked. Many could figure out the general outline of his character after his first few words. "Then I shall head to whatever area controls this airship, you are free to follow along if you desire." so saying, he started off without further distraction in a random direction, without knowing if it was the correct way. Him being Alistair, though, he managed to successfully pick the right direction.

Raruna grinned at him, but didn't comment on the 'whining' part. She was hardly complaining. Perhaps if the chance came again, she would tease him further about it. In response to him, she only lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head a bit as she rested her weight on one leg, "First time, hu? Well, should you need any practice with a woman's body you can surely come and ask if you so please," she said with a giggle. Her lips were curved up in her signature wicked grin as she regarded him for a moment.

At his agreement, he turned and with the invitation, Raruna gladly fell into step beside him, following after the tall man decked out in gold armor, "Figure out how to fly this boat and then I think it is only fair we finish that... deciding match. Though I blame the distractions. I could easily win," she offered as she looked up at him from under her hat, one crystal blue eye clearly visible from the brim of the hat. They worked their way across the deck of the ship and then into its inner workings. Either he was very clever, or he was just ungodly lucky, eitherway they ended up in the controls area where she tried the door and found it to be locked. Pulling herself up to her tip-toes, she peered into the room through the window that was just barely out of reach for someone of her height. When she saw her friend, she grinned and knocked on the door.

"Why hello my dear, you sure found this quick. Now, be a doll and open the door," she said, her voice clipped at the end as she was slightly irritated that he hadn't come to tell her about the control room when she'd asked him to do so in the first place.

Alistair walked the entire way with his arms simply crossed and an oddly confident expression on his face, as though he knew the way already. He didn't, of course, but as fate would have it, he made it there anyway. WIth the woman walking beside him, they eventually reached their destination, though he felt some irk in the fact that she wasn't walking behind him. In fact, the only reason he did not comment on this was that he was busy dealing with her other comments. "You obviously misunderstood. I have never gone out of my way to save someone's life. Be grateful that I decided you were worth the effort. Besides your breasts weren't nothing I haven't dealt with before. You aren't that well endowed, unforuntately. But you do make up for it in your skill with a blade, plus your face is... bearable. I'll maybe think about gracing you with pleasure later, if you're obedient." as they continued to walk, he noticed the door to the control room and grinned widely, ecstatic at yet another accomplishment by Alistair Archibald. But he did not make it to the door first. No, that was the woman, who seemed to know who was inside. He sat back and simply listened to the woman as she tried to get inside.

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"W-What?" He had fallen asleep, for one reason or another, in the control room. He hadn't gotten much sleep, however, due to the fact that the ship had started moving. Moving. It had begun moving, somehow. He didn't like it. He hadn't touched the control panels. He hadn't seen anyone touch the control panels. He used magic, of the 'life' variety, but found no recent traces of life in the room. Magic. It was the only explanation, the only sensible one at least.

Vol's thought moved to thinking about how he could frame everything on the girl and male. He could probably lie to the law enforcement easily enough and get his name cleared. Then again, she had saved him, so he decided not to frame her. He didn't very much, from what he'd seen, like the golden male. He did however, decide to hold his judgement.

He regretted ever getting on the ship. He couldn't however, think about the situation too much. He had to do something. That something ended up being him trying to strengthen the magic used on the ship. He managed to give a bit of his own energy. He just hoped his idea worked. He would have attempted to stop whoever it was that had been, or so he assumed, using magic, but found no reason to. Firstly, the ship was moving away from the obviously very angry people. Secondly, the person was most likely powerful. Thirdly, he decided that he might as well. There was no reason, in his eyes, to not help. He stayed alert after the small incident.




The maniac girl from before spoke, asking him to open the door. "Y-You're alive..." His first thought was that somehow, she wasn't dead. He didn't how he felt about that. Annoyed? Surprised? Thankful? All three? Most likely. She had saved him, scared, him, and fought someone who he imagined knew how to handle themselves. Regardless, she was alive. He did what he had told himself he would, open the door. Or, at least he would have, had he not been distracted by another voice. A voice that sounded... confident.

She didn't cease to surprise him. He didn't very much like surprises. Regardless, he had probably wasted enough time as it is. He ignored any words spoken by the other, the male he had nicknamed 'Goldy'. He didn't care anymore. He had used up most his energy worrying in the past half hour. He just couldn't.

Vol removed the spell from the door with relative ease.. After doing that, he immediately jumped out the window. There was no way in hell he was staying there. He was on a ship with people whose mental faculties were most likely not in place. He would have jumped out the window, but he doubted he'd survive. He imagined that he could most likely fly, but he didn't want to be caught out in the open by humes. He didn't think that flying was a normal occurrence.

He opened the door and stepped back. He didn't bother to try explaining the situation. "I don't know where we're going, b-before you ask." His voice sounded small, despite being audible enough to hear. He didn't dare look at Goldy. Regardless of the fact that he could probably disarm the male with spells, he didn't look. The male was simply too 'bright' and intimidating. The male was the opposite of him, or so he imagined. Besides, the obnoxiously shiny armor would probably blind him. Seriously, who wore golden armor? It was clearly visible and would be a better target for projectiles, not to mention most likely useless against most metals. Instead, he kept his gaze focused slightly to the right of the girl.

He began getting ready to leave the room, "I'll search the rest of the ship." He didn't want to be in the same room with the golden male. He just hoped he wouldn't be stopped and interrogated. He didn't want to end up revealing the secrets of magic unintentionally, and didn't know how long he could hold out without doing so if interrogated. Especially by the golden male. There was also the fact that he wanted to know exactly what had moved the ship. He was nearly certain that it had been magic, but needed to be sure before he jumped to any conclusions.

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Everything was going according to her... makeshift plans. Virie didn't really have much of an idea about where they were headed but with Reika's magic, the airship had left the boundaries of the city. Over the howl of wind, she caught voices from above them. The people on the surface were wandering around, she heard a tumble and some sort of muffled acknowledgement. Fortunately for the two of them, whoever was above them had no plans to look over the side and instead headed around to the center of the ship. Hm, close call. Reika, for once, was being absolutely silent--casting magic took every fiber of concentration from the demon. Phew. At least they were safe, for now.

It was after several minutes that the witch's attention was drawn to something else on the ship. It was faint, barely even a whisper. Yet she felt it--there was an influx of magic somewhere. But it wasn't coming from her, it was definitely weaker than anything she would even think to produce. Evidently, there was someone aboard this ship that could cast magic. That in and of itself was troubling. She had never met anyone else in the city that knew of mana--beyond her stupid half-wit brother. And he didn't even live there. So what was a spell-caster doing here? (Well, maybe she should've asked herself the same question)

And then the inevitable happened. Something caught Reika's attention. She knew it was only a matter of time, and fortunately they had exited the city. The demon looked away from the ship, her tail shifting upwards as her ears twitched. She sniffed the air and stared off, down towards the overlaying forests. As soon as her attention shifted, the airship began to groan. Horrified, Virie went to slap her familiar back into concentration but it was too late, Reika was lost in whatever she was sensing.

"Reika!" She yelled, but the wind had picked up and her voice was diminished to nothing. The creature began to giggle, as if completely unaware that the ship was creaking, starting to take a downwards plummet. It wasn't progressive either, the whole entire vessel lurched--as it hadn't even been running before so there was nothing to slow the sudden shift in energy. The nose of the airship began to descend, followed by the rest of the vessel which was tilting into tumbling madness.

Her face was pale--this was going faster than she anticipated. She might've been confident of her own survival moments ago but now, she was not so sure. Even if she flew, her body would suffer the backlash of the change in acceleration and she didn't want to get hurt. Gnashing her teeth together, she narrowed her eyes. She had to think fast, she had to do something, but what? Could she walk away and let the occupants of the ship die? Virie didn't know what the ship was meant to be powered by--and if it collapsed on the ground, there could be a resulting explosion that would damage a certain radius. So even if she did manage to fly off, she might get caught in the blast.

The demon, at this point, was screaming but if it was for jubilation or fear, Virie couldn't tell. Reika was going to be no help---she was going to have to do this all on her own. There were essentially four points on the ship that carried the bulk of the weight, at least on the underside. If she estimated correctly, she might be able to manipulate the wind flow underneath them to take off some of the damage. She wouldn't be able to save the ship but it was better than nothing. She had no intentions of dying today.

Raising her arm slightly and fighting to keep her eyes open against the rush of wind, she called upon the elemental energies once more, directing them towards the underbelly. The winds that poured forth at her command were warm, and comforting. They followd her directives, adding more of a slope to their decline.

"Make a barrier around us!' She snapped in Reika's ear, who had her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Upon hearing the order, the demon hastened to comply, her magic expanding outwards to repel some of the incoming force around the duo. This was going to be bumpy. And it was at this moment she decided she hated whoever had thought it was a good idea to take this stupid airship.




[size=100]Raruna grinned as she watched the boy on the other side of the door. It was a mischievous grin, hiding her irritation that the door had been locked in the first place, most likely by him otherwise how did he get inside? Runa hardly ever got truly angry though, and so she easily pushed aside her miffed feelings. Watching him as he looked astonished that she was standing there, she tilted her head a bit, nodding her head down to the handle of the door.

Dropping down to her normal height, she heard the door click soon after and she flung it open. Rushing inside, Raruna clasped the young man by his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she held him tightly, her lips pulled into a bright smile, "My dear friend... there you are. Now, why is the ship moving?" Her irritation came through just a little bit... but only a little. Releasing him, she looked around the room, taking in the controls and other things that filled the room. It was really interesting to see and she wanted nothing more than to start touching everything.

"I don't know where we're going, b-before you ask."

Runa shrugged as she patted his shoulders, "Doesn't matter where we are going, my dear. Only that we get out of the city with this beautiful vessel. Although... you know, you did almost have to pay me for a new gun, a gold one at that. Those are very expensive you know," she said, her eyes settling on him for a long while. Of course, should Alistair not have saved her, her losing her gun would have been the least of her problems. However, she was telling herself that it would have worked out one way or another.

"Right in the middle of a very important duel and the ship suddenly takes off without letting me know. I thought I told you to tell me where the control room was first," she said, pouting a bit as she turned and leaned on the boys shoulder, "Oh well, I suppose it is what it is. At least this thing is in the air and is under my control... Oh, that's right. I had forgotten what we were dueling over," Runa grinned as she set her gaze upon Alistair.

She lifted herself up off of her smaller companion's shoulder and crossed her arms. As she was about to say something about the control of the vessel, the boy started for the door saying something about searching the rest of the ship. Raruna's thoughts switched gears rather quickly.

"Oh! We should definitely explore this beautiful vessel. I'll have to figure out how everything works properly if I'm going to fly this thing," she said to herself and took the boys hand in her own to go rushing off into the depths of the ship. Looking back at Alistair with excitement flashing in her pale colored eyes, she grinned at him, "Care to join us? Who knows, I have a feeling you could help find lots of things around the ship," she said with a wink at him.

Of course stepping out into the hall seemed to set off another series of events. This time though, instead of the ship lifting off, it suddenly plummeted. The bow of the vessel dropped like a rock and sent Raruna tumbling backwards. Her hand reached out and snatched the doorway to keep herself from flying down the hall. Her other hand took hold of the young boy so that he did not meet his fate at the end of the hall.

"The hell?" she pulled herself towards the doorway, trying to get back inside. Pulling Vol with her, she dragged him up close to the door and attempted to put him through the doorway first, pulling him up past her and then pushing him forward before she followed into the room, "Alistair!"

The person whom they found inside had, somehow or another, known the woman, whose name had to be something like Retarda or at least it started with an R, if his memory served correctly. This 'Retarda', as skilled as she was for a peasant, seemed quite unpleased with the man inside the control room, and Alistair couldn't help but laugh as he saw the man cower. What a lesser being. His laughter hid his irritation at the young man for being so spineless. He had most certainly picked up the fact the boy wouldn't even give Alistair a glance. So be it, he knew he was not wothy of the blessing for his pupils.

After mentioning that he wasn't privy on information regarding the sudden ascent of Alistair's airship, the man tried to squirm his way out of their presence with a very obvious excuse. Again, the young man was looking even worse than the normal rabble he had to deal with everyday, and that wasn't really a good thing. The only good thing was, before Alistair could decide if the man was worth talking down to more, Retarda spoke up, saving the young man.

"My ship, you mean." Alistair corrected before continuing. "But giving this vessel a look before we get too carried away may prove useful." So saying, he decided to take the lead, since it was his ship and all. Boy, did he regret that.

Once more did he find himself losing his footing, only this time he'd gained hangtime. The slam into the wall that followed was, of course, very painful. He let out a grunt that was, however, more out of irritation than pain. "What lousy mongrel decided they could do a poor job with my ship?! Fix this at once!" he yelled towards Retarda and her companion, knowing that they were at least in the control room.

Raruna grinned slightly at Alistair's yell. At least he was okay, especially if he were yelling like that, "Trying!" she hollered back as she slipped and slid across the awkwardly angled control room. Her fingers reached out across the strange looking contraption as she flipped random switches, turned gears, pulled on levers and after trying everything possible, nothing seemed to work. Broken?! she thought frantically as she was crushed against the controls from the horrible tilt of the vessel.

The ship seemed to lift up slightly and she was hopeful that she'd done something, a wicked grin on her lips which faded slightly as she realized that the ship was still plummeting and she actually hadn't done anything to fix it. She gave a soft curse as she started towards the door of the control room. She looked out into the hall where Alistair had tumbled and hit the wall. She lunged forward and caught herself on the otherside of the hall and started towards him, her heart thrumming wildly. Despite the danger, she was utterly excited.

"Well, isn't this entertaining?" she asked him as she drew closer. The the vessel shuddered, throwing her forward as the bow of the ship hit something. Raruna's breath gasped into her lungs as she went flying forward. She just barely caught herself before she could crash into Alistair. Looking up at him she grinned as the entire ship shuddered and shook as it seemed to have hit the ground. Although she was a bit surprised that it hadn't obliterated itself upon impact.

It didn't stop anytime soon though and she started to feel the vessel turning, crashing into things outside and eventually tilting. She started sliding off to the side down another shorter hall. Her footing was lost and she hit the floor and slid down the hall with an oof. As the vessel tilted further and slowly came to a stop, she fell flat on her back against the wall at the end of the hall, the wind knocked from her.

It was not going as Alistair had wished. Being thrown about like a ragdoll was not on the list of things Alistair had wanted to do today, or anyday. With a great deal of effort, Alistair managed to get back on his feet which were now on the wall due to the ship plummeting. It was an odd feeling, to say the least.

Before he could even manage a response to the woman, Retarda, he was cut off by the scaping and screeching of various things against the hull of the ship and if he had to take a guess, they would be crashing soon. And so it did, ruining Alistair's airship before they even got the fly it. How irritating indeed. The crash wasn't as bad as he'd have thought, though it certainly caused him to slam into something once more, another unfavorable result. When he got up that time, he noticed the woman had promptly failed at standing. What a nerd.

*Cough*

"What has happened to my vessel..." he stammered out the side of the ship, not surprised he surived a fall like that. It was, after all, Alistair Archibald here. "I have descended it seems..."


Thanks to her winds, the crash wasn't actually that bad. But the fall was another story. Reika had detached her claws from the wood and the two of them were flung backwards, Virie barely able to cast another hasty spell to diminish the damage of the impact. Fortunately, Reika had been there to cushion their momentum, banging into a tree--which gave a groan as it was knocked over. The witch and her familiar lay amongst the branches, barely stirring but from the edges of her consciousness, Virie could at least perceive that they were safely on the ground. Good... now she had injuries to worry about...

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With his new airship totaled, Alistair Archibald decided to focus on other, more important things at the time. Because he had yet to see anyone or anything that was as great as he, the golden-haired man deduced that, maybe, the ship was not the only object to have been damaged or otherwise harmed in the crash. He suddenly felt a bit anxious as he feared for the worst. Although it wasn't even that long ago that he had last saw her, he couldn't help but wonder if she had weathered through this random happening or if she had perished. Alistair tried recalling every instance he could remember about her, hopefully she'd be easy to find, though anything was possible now.

Hmm... we were fighting.

With all the flinging and lack of feet on the ground, he knew it wasn't impossible for him to have harmed his head enough to cause some amnesia of a sort. Going over what he remembered was a good way to make sure he didn't (He actually didn't even have a small concussion so this would prove meaningless).

Then... we had traveled down to the control room, with my excellent guidance of course.

Despite the uselessness of the action, he was elated to know his memory wasn't faulty so far. Now all he had to do was recall the time of the crash, and what had happened then. If he could do that, then he was one step closer to finding her, and he couldn't not find her. She was so beautiful, after all. Well, she certainly could've used more gold in his opinion, but as it was mentioned, gold certainly wasn't in its best state as of now, with the discovery of that accursed metal.

....Finally, the ship made a beeline straight for the ground, for no known reason. And now I find myself here, after surviving it all, though that's nothing unexpected. Alright, so I know where I lost her....

The small summary of events was more than enough to tell him that he'd lost her right as the ship violently made a detour to this area. In that case, she could feasibly be anywhere since that violent shaking, and that was not making Alistair happy one bit. If he had to waste time and effort searching for her, then so be it, but he would certainly make it known he wasn't pleased. With the anticipation of an exhausting search in unknown lands weighing on him, he decided to take one good look around him. There was, of course, debris and parts and pieces from the wreckage scattered all around the crash site. He noticed that they had found themselves in a forest of some sort, and that it was fairly likely they'd scared the shit out of any wildlife around them. That might even be an understatement, as it wasn't too often something that size exploded near these animals, or so he'd assume. Again, with unknown territory, you couldn't be sure. He continued looking around, only stopping when he noticed what he'd been looking for.

His eyes landed on her. She was so beautiful, and even she probably knew as much. There was this odd feeling he got everytime he laid his eyes on her, one that was a mixture between guilt and pleasure. Because someone like he could not, no, should not find her as beautiful as she did. She was of a peasant's making and obviously not as luxurious as he would typically seek -- but most definitely not a street-rat. If he had to give her a title, it was likely to be the 'Forbidden Desire'. Something he knew even he shouldn't enjoy as much as he did, but something he'd claim regardless of how it appeared. Then again, in nature that's always how he was. He'd take what he wanted and people would either let him or they'd perish, the choice was theirs.

Alistair closed his eyes and smiled to himself in delight, now recalling how he'd been able to touch her. She felt like no other he'd ever been with. A fiesty and playful existence. Perhaps his attraction was destined from the start, or maybe he'd simply developed it through the awesome experiences they'd shared in such a short time together. It was impossible to really say, but he did know that, above all others, he held her to a fairly high regard. The obvious impossibility of being as great as he was still holding true, but her existence had managed to at least give him one thing to keep in high regards. But, savoring her beauty was not something he was able to do for eternity. They'd much things still left to do. As he approached her, he noticed that she'd seen better days. He didn't question it considering they'd just demolished a good portion of the forest on their entrance alone, so instead he just walked up to the tree she'd embedded herself quiet deeply into, and gave a mighty pull, releasing her from the clutches of Mother Nature, that bitch. Afterwards, he put the sword back in its shiny sheath.

He really did love this blade, despite the disappointing fact it couldn't be made entirely out of gold.

With the second most-important person that had been on the ship now confirmed as safe and healthy, Alistair figured he'd let those other two follow him if they so pleased. Perhaps they'd panic without some authoritative figure to keep them in line, at least, that boy would. He certainly looked so weak and pathetic. The woman... well, he'd at least give her the benefit of the doubt and say she'd die challenging a bear to a fight or something. Less pathetic, that one, but certainly still a peasant.

"Do you peasants still draw breath? If so, be audible about it and present yourselves to me at once. I will not wait long before I depart!" he hollered into the wreckage, not bothering to go back inside himself and check. It was not like they'd done anything to deserve more effort wasted by him on their behalf, and if you couldn't tell, he was ready to leave if he even heard more than a second's delay before being answered.

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The ship finally came to a halt and not to far from her, Alistair had fallen as well. He regained his feet a little bit swifter than she did though. With the breath knocked from her lungs very efficiently, it took Raruna a moment longer to regain use of her limbs as she lay there sprawled out against the far wall of the tilted vessel. With a slight groan, Runa gave a cough and that seemed to loosen her lungs to breathe again.

Climbing to her feet, Raruna stumbled along the wreckage, resetting her hat atop her head and making her way to exit the ship. She made her way towards the front of the ship, climbing around loose boxes and broken debris that had spilled over when the vessel had hit the ground. Runa was a little curious as to how they'd managed not to be blown apart from the fall. She didn't pay it too much mind though as she exited the halls of the ship and dropped down off the deck to the ground below. With everything strewn about the forest that they'd just crashed into, she took a moment to figure out where her sword had gone. It was the only weapon she was without at the moment.

It took her a while of scavenging and searching, but she finally found the shiny blade buried in the dirt with boxes around it. Pulling it free from the ground, she wiped it once on her clothes and then dropped it into its sheath. Adjusting her hat, she turned back to the ship, eyeing its tilted frame carefully. It didn't look like it was too damaged, scrapped up and possibly a few holes throughout the hull, but otherwise it was intact. The only problem was if it would fly again. A slight frown pulled her lips a bit as she regarded the vessel and then shook her head in dismissal. It was fun while it lasted! she thought as her grin returned and she worked her way across the debris.

"Do you peasants still draw breath? If so, be audible about it and present yourselves to me at once. I will not wait long before I depart!

Raruna laughed as she spotted Alistair, "Ha! Peasants? Well, I don't know about the boy, but I am certainly not a peasant. My family was rather well off before the arrival of orichelcum. I still have a very fine amount of gold," she said as she made her way over to him and stood before him with one hand on her hip, looking up at him with her wild little grin.

She glanced back at the wreckage, with a tilt of her head she eyed the ship, "Shame really. We hadn't even gotten the chance to settle the score over the beauty of that ship," she sighed, "I do hope the boy is alright, if we don't hear from him in a moment, I'll go get him. You wouldn't mind a wait of just a moment, would you?" she asked him.

She reached up and adjusted the hat upon her head, running her fingers through the plume before she fixed her long white tresses of hair. Once she was a little less than disheveled, she deemed herself fit for whatever was to come next. Excitement washed through her as she waited to hear from the boy within the ship. She hoped he was alright. Runa would of course fetch him in a moment if he didn't present himself soon. She wasn't going to leave him behind, after all.

"We've certainly landed in a rather interesting place, haven't we?" Raruna commented as she glanced around the forest.

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"I do hope the boy is alright, if we don't hear from him in a moment, I'll go get him. You wouldn't mind a wait of just a moment, would you?"

Alistair crossed his arms and rolled his eyes as if he'd expected some pointless action like that to arise from her. He'd much rather just leave the man behind to perish for being so spineless and then depart at once so they could secure food and water. At the very least, the man of gold knew that even he needed the basics to survive. More time spent here, looking for some cowardly man who'd probably died from fright on the way down, was simply going to make the task of surviving a bit more difficult to accomplish. At the very least, nothing was impossible for the glorious Alistair Archibald, so he wasn't worried he'd die, more that he'd just not have anyone to order around when she did.

"Make haste, woman. I shall lessen my pace, but not halt for such a foolish endeavor. If he didn't show up now, he probably simply died on impact or something." he replied, taking a steady pace as he set off to explore these new lands. Unfortunately neither the woman nor the missing boy had earned enough character points on Alistair Archibald to bring out the tsundere for him, so he didn't actually pause and look back. Hopefully, she would hurry up or she might get left 4 for dead.

So, as promised, the young man clad in obnoxiously flamboyant, shiny armor had disappeared around the corner of the ship's wreckage after quite a few seconds. In truth, he wanted to get a good look around the entirety of the ship in case there happened to be some hot spring paradise just behind it. Who knows? It would be a very shameful thing indeed if they'd just left it without ever being aware of the fact. And awareness is the key to victory, in everything. Which is probably why he was a bit irritated when he found out there was someone inspecting the site of the crash that he had yet to have seen before this instance. He wasn't aware there were any stowaways aboard his ship. Shh, don't say anything about that.

Instead of being intimidated by the fact that this woman towered over most, including himself, he narrowed his eyes in irritation and raised his voice to make himself clear that he wasn't happy. He, of course, spoke in Common, as it was the only language that really existed. He was also expecting a Common response. "I do not take kindly to people trespassing on my property. If you're the one that broke my ship, you'd best come clean, woman." Alistair didn't try to appear friendly in the slightest as he spoke from a distance of some feet away, even placing his hand on his sword to indicate his was ready to get it on like Donkey Kong force an answer at of her. The distance was enough that it would take a couple of seconds for a straight dash to reach the other, as it wasn't really possible to sneak up on someone accidentally with armor like his.

As he awaited a preferable response from the woman, he inspected her. Something seemed a bit off. If he had to name it, he'd say she looked a bit 'rough'. Her armor was obviously more practical and effective than his, though nowhere near as shiny, for what it's worth. He took note that she was abnormally tall for a Hume woman when he first laid eyes on her, but that didn't mean he didn't think it was odd. The fact that she almost looked like she was ready to take on an army confused him. What was the point in all this? She couldn't be some assassin sent to murder him, as who would ever want to do that? He was loved by everyone, he knew this as fact. Well, despite the gods above who might be jealous, but he wouldn't blame them for that. Not everybody could be as great as the one and only, Alistair Archibald, heir to the Archibald family. Although he caught himself digressing back to thoughts about himself, it would not be safe to say he wouldn't do it again. For now, at least, Alistair kept a suspicious eye on the woman.

He did not like something about her, well, besides what he normally disliked about everyone, that is.

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Raruna grinned wickedly at Alistair as he left her though he didn't see it. Turning back to the wrecked ship, she hoped that her new found friend was alright. After all, she still had a thousand adventures she wanted to kidnap him throughbring him with her on and enjoy the elation of running for their liveschecking out the scenery. So, Runa started back to the crashed air ship that she was more than a little saddened by it being crashed and probably unable to fly again.
As she started for the door that she'd come out of a little bit ago, she heard the strangest sounds. First to get her attention was a high pitched wailing sound somewhere off into the tree line that sounded a little bit too close for comfort and in the direction that Alistair had gone off to. Curiosity grabbed her and Runa abandoned her climb up to the door that she'd jumped out of earlier. Moving around the ship, she caught sight of Alistair's golden armor and a woman that was taller than himself. Not the one making those sounds though she mused lightly.

Runa was also surprised to note that there were others on the ship as she quickly strode over to Alistair and reached for her own weapon as Alistair reached for his. She was too far at the moment to know exactly what was going on but as she strode closer, she heard the woman's voice which did not speak in the same language her and Alistair were speaking. This was odd though. The woman drew her weapon though and said something a bit heavier, sharper and Raruna ran over, her own weapon drawn just as Alistair drew his.

The woman spoke in Common then, broken, but Common no less. As Raruna came to stand next to Alistair, her blade lifted up and a wicked grin on her lips, she took a step forward, putting herself a little bit ahead of the taller man decked out in golden, shiny armor she was seriously going to have to ask if she could at least just touch it sometime.... that shiny... The wailing was still going on and it was starting to draw Runa's attention.

"You just keeping finding all sorts of fun things, Alistair," Raruna commented lightly, her grin still on her lips as she watched the person in front of her. The woman sure looked hume, but the way she referred to Alistair as being hume made Runa think that the woman wasn't a hume at all. Strange... Wonder what kind of people we're going to be running into. What race is she then, if she's not hume? Runa's eyes dropped to the strange contraption on the woman's shoulder and an eyebrow lifted even more in curiosity.

Tilting her head, Runa glanced off into the tree's where the wailing was coming from. It was that sound that had first drawn her from going back into the ship in the first place and she was curious about it. Looking back to the strange woman that towered over Runa's small frame, she motioned her blade to the weapon the woman was holding, "Say, put that away and we can all be on our way, yes? Unless you'd like to take a chance with me," Runa laughed lightly, that wild light returning to her eyes as she watched the woman, then flicked her eyes back to the trees, "And that racket going on, is that one of yours? We certainly seemed to have taken more people than we thought on that short flight of ours, didn't we Alistair?"

Runa took another step forward as she waited for an answer, ready for just about anything at that moment.

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The shiny man in his golden armour looked somewhat annoyed by her question, a hint of irritation tinging his voice.

“Only one of you? So you’re alone aboard that?”

She asked quizzically, pointing with the tip of her sword towards the large wreckage behind him which had begun to emit a strange wail that was now spreading all around as it echoed. While she could understand him, his meaning was a little odd to her given that Dwarves had very little use for metaphors and had a great deal of issue in understanding their subtle meaning. Kairos was making hissing noises, similar to the growls of the wolf by Vanessa’s side as he glared at the golden boy, his singular eye flaring a deep crimson as he seemed to have issues with the wailing noise. With one gauntleted hand she reached up to lightly reassure him, not once taking her eyes off this strange newcomer as she wondered what could be causing the noise that was distressing her friend so.

Her sword had been lowered somewhat, though still kept in a faint guard by her waist in case this Hume decided to attack her and given that he seemed a little disturbed by his turn of phrase she wasn’t taking any chances. Suddenly a new figure appeared from the smoke and laughing, a grin spread across her face she spoke quickly; her comments about finding ‘fun things’ which Vanessa wasn’t sure about what could be fun given the situation but that it may refer to this ‘Alistair’.

“You said you were alone, Alistair”

Her deep voice was darker as she narrowed her eyes, her hand reaching over her shoulder and withdrawing her bihĂ€nder, Moralltach. She grunted a little as pulled it out as while she could comfortably wield the blade one handed it was not an easy task by any means but given two opponents and the relatively open space around them she’d not have much issue swinging her swords. Vanessa brought both swords round in an arc before resting them in front of her body, crossed but not touching and easily demonstrating the sharp edge of the weapons in the faint whisper as they passed through the air; with Moralltach causing a longer wail due to the fact that it was longer than the newly appeared woman was tall.

“Why are you here? My father said no Hume could come here
 It is forbidden. I am not afraid of a Hume.”

These Hume were clearly not what she’d expected of them, from the stories she’d heard she had been afraid to see great monsters from her darkest nightmares. Something almost as horrifying as the demons of ancient legends.

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Alistair was beginning to think this person a tad bit slower than your average Hume (or whatever she may be), since she obviously hadn't understood what he meant when he said 'peasants back there'. Considering that she was not he, and he wasn't she (though that that is not stating a shocking truth), he had to remind himself he shouldn't expect much in the form of brainpower out of her. Such is the life of one above all others -- he constantly had allow himself to lessen himself so that these people, though undeserving, could at least partially make out what he informed them about.

Anyway, instead of giving a verbal response, he simply sighed and put his face in the palm of his hand and shook his head, disappointed in his high expectations of the woman. It was around that time that a certain other annoyance of his, also female, had decided to join up with them. Alistair noted that she was alone and assumed that he was right about the weakling being dead which was also unsurprising because he was always right. Oh well. It wasn't as though he even wanted that man to accompany them, what with him seemingly lacking a spine based on the fact he wasn't willful enough to even attempt to meet Alistair's eye. It was always possible the man realized how greatly unworthy of eye contact he was and just was acting on that, but somehow, Alistair doubted this possibility greatly. More importantly than thinking about runts, Alistair wished to depart sometime soon so that he wouldn't be too discomforted by hunger and thirst by the time they found something to eat, as was likely to be a problem to arise considering they were, in fact, stranded.

"You just keeping finding all sorts of fun things, Alistair,"

With his guard still up and his eyes still locked on the strange, beast-woman (his mental name for her since she wasn't giving off the most feminine of vibes at the moment, and because she appeared as though she'd be more comfortable outside the city than inside it), Alistair replied to the fledgling skypirate. "I would be more inclined to dub this as a 'fun' experience were it a more physical encounter. Unfortunately, that would just be a waste of energy I would very much like to retain for now. I'm sure you must know that food does not make itself, and all that combat on the ship has worked up quite the appetite." as if signaled, Alistair's belly let out a small grumble. The man decided that he did not wish to fight or waste time chatting, so he very much wanted to just leave. And so he was going to. The earlier interest in the woman disappeared and was replaced with a need for something edible."I'll allow you two to enjoy yourselves, but don't bother me with any of it."

Alistair was about to back off and begin away, but the unknown, strange beast-woman had opened her mouth and implied something with her words, whether she knew it or not. Oh dear.

“You said you were alone, Alistair”

It was this sentence alone that angered the man clad in gold. For you see, she did not pay attention to her wording, and even though Alistair was convinced she might be a bit dimmer than your average peasant, he could not let it slide. She was, of course, implying that Alistair wasn't above others, after all.

His crimson eyes narrowed sharply as he shot a powerful glare at the woman and they could be considered a demon's own eyes. He didn't care what 'her father told her' or that she thought being 'unafraid of Humes' had anything to do with him. "Your father must be a fool then. He seems to have spent more time making senseless claims and less time teaching his daughter to listen when she is spoken to, rather than accusing people of things they are not guilty of. Because I do not recall ever once implying that I was alone." he growled, knowing that it was likely she did not understand more than a few words. But such things did not excuse her rudeness.

Perhaps he was overreacting. She was likely never the smartest kid in school, but even so, he could not forgive the implication of her words. The fact that she was accusing him of lying alone was pretty irritating, but the hidden implication behind the initial implication alone gave him enough reason to postpone his search for food to deal with this woman, who had been fairly ignorant and disrespectful to him more than enough. Please ignore the implica-ception. He had said that there was only one Alistair Archibald. This was still true, and it always would be. But even though the impossible did not happen and there was no Alistair Archibald clone, she still claimed his statement to be false. And though she probably did not mean it to be taken as such, the golden-armored, red-eyed man could only see that as assuming this other woman, who was obviously below him, as his equal. Something he would not tolerate. How dare she even imagine such a scenario? There was no true excuse besides blatant idiocy that he would rather be wiped from the face of the planet. Yes, unless she could apologize like the heathen she was, she did not have his permission to continue living, especially if it was in proximity to him.

"You will refrain from asking me anything else and apologize for your wrongdoing, or I will personally see to it you don't have any more chances to make mistakes again."

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The demon was, of course, absolutely confused. Without her mistress to tell her left from right and front from her ass, Reika was disoriented. She was feeling the first waves of 'Well what the fuck do I do now?' wash over her. Mistress was unconscious on her back, she was hearing some kind of weird mewling, and also some kind of disturbing, clunky language. It was the same kind of sound Mistress made when she was talking to other humes. Did that mean... they were... communicating? With what? With who? With how? With sex? Her eyes lit up at the last question. She liked sex. She liked sex a lot. In fact, sex was definitely the number one thing she adored, uh, wait, number one were her demonic overlords, and then maybe her Mistress, wait, this was getting confusing...

With her head spinning from her own jumbled thoughts coupled with the weird, harsh tones she was hearing over her shoulder, it came as no surprise that Reika wanted to do something to shut it all up. She just wanted things to make sense again and they never did without someone guiding her! And now that she was alone, she had no idea what to do, and she was trying to hold Mistress on her shoulders, but there were strange people nearby and she was sad and didn't even know if her ass was jutting out correctly! Panic was beginning to rise in her gut as a bubbling of tears sprung into her eyes. She was drawing blanks, she didn't know how to help herself, much less help anyone else.

So amidst the chaos of her mind, Reika made the best choice she could think to make. And by that, I mean she did not think at all She ran, her body moving forwards but blindly at that. She had no idea where her destination was, no idea where she was supposed to be, no idea where she was even headed. But the voices were getting louder, that was a bad sign, wasn't it? Wait, or was that good? Did she want help? Was that a thing now? She didn't know how to treat her Mistress--maybe these strangers did. Maybe they were headed to some kind of orgy too! Wait, she had to think of her priorities... yeah um... saving lives... This was really hard. It was really hard to stay so focused! She just wanted to have some fun, why was this even happening to her?

Okay, wait, this could be really simple. All she had to do was get their attention, all she had to do was call out to them and then they'd use their magic powers to heal her Mistress... yeah, because that was how the humes did it. Well, with more plant stuff but it still did the trick. Feeling really proud of herself for figuring modern medicine out, she skipped towards the group, making sure to stop just outside their line of vision. Grinning widely at her genius, really, this was a plan without fault, she projected her voice towards them. She only knew a few words in common but she was absolutely sure they were acceptable in any situation without fault.

"Help, need--"

Before she was even done talking, something familiar crashed around in her mind, something that made her quiver with fear. And something that made her physical form literally melt away. The demon was capable of existing as two forms on the strange and limited material plane, and she vastly preferred her physical body over the spiritual one because she could do things with her physical one... Pretty, good-feeling things. But as it stood, she felt as if something had torn right through her chest, dissolving her physical form completely and causing Mistress to collapse on the ground in a heap. Reika was floating nearby, in the form of a kit, but in this astral form, she was completely invisible to anyone that was around her.

She wanted to change her form back, she wanted to become a woman-creature again. But whatever had forced her to transform was prohibiting her from resuming her other shape. And she had a feeling she knew exactly what that was and knew, somehow, that she was going to be punished later. She didn't know how or when, but she had a pretty good idea by who. Sulking and now biding her time till that moment inevitably came, she glided over her unconscious Mistress, the witch completely passed out. At least she had done her part, those humes were definitely looking this way. At least she'd done something right.

... Right?

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“You said you were alone, Alistair”

"Your father must be a fool then. He seems to have spent more time making senseless claims and less time teaching his daughter to listen when she is spoken to, rather than accusing people of things they are not guilty of. Because I do not recall ever once implying that I was alone." Alistair growled in response.

Raruna scoffed in reply as well, her blade still held up and pointed at the woman that addressed them roughly. Alistair, who had turned to walk away, came back to further address the woman who didn't stop in her rough, threatening speech.

“Why are you here? My father said no Hume could come here
 It is forbidden. I am not afraid of a Hume.”

"You will refrain from asking me anything else and apologize for your wrongdoing, or I will personally see to it you don't have any more chances to make mistakes again."

"Oh my, it seems you've angered my companion. From what I've learned, he doesn't like being insulted in anyway. I would suggest rewording your thoughts..." Runa tilted her head a little, peering at the woman from under the brim of her hat, a curious look passing over her face, "Hume? You are not hume?"

Runa's lips twisted into a wild grin as she reached up with her free hand and gingerly took the edge of her hat between forefinger and thumb. A bit of a laugh filled her chest as she adjusted her body, the stance clearly showing that she was ready for a fight as she raised her gaze yet again, "How interesting. You're not hume. Never fought anything that wasn't hume before. Come, entertain me," Runa's voice was filled with both a wild excitement as well as a deadly edge to it. Her pale blue eyes were glinting like stones as her body tensed and she prepared to lung forward to engage the fight.

There were two reasons she wished to take on the woman before her was it safe to call her a woman? Or was it something else? It hadn't said it was a hume... What was it then? One was because Runa enjoyed a good fight. The second, and probably more important than the first was the insult directed at Alistair. She had yet to finish her duel with him and to her she considered the man in gold a valuable partner. Not to mention he was decked out in gold, seriously, if only she could just touch it!!

However, as Runa lunged forward, a sharp sound to her left took her attention. She halted in her advancement as a creature burst out into their crash site. Only two words escaped the things mouth before it disappeared completely, dropping what it was holding onto the ground in a heap. A little dust cloud floated out from under the body that hit the earth. The strange entrance and harsh sounding words had unfortunately taken Raruna's attention and for a brief moment she forgot that she was about to engage in a fight and more importantly that she was in rather close striking distance.

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Her eyes darted between the two Hume, though for all his brazen insults and glittering armour it was the second of the pair that gave her the most concern. Even so, she hadn't counted out 'Alistair' just yet and had moved back from them slowly, her swords hanging in a low guard before her.

“The tales seem to have a ring of truth, Hume are little more that feral animals seeking a fight or their next meal.” She taunted, a smile flickering across her lips as she moved her swords in preparation to meet to oncoming lunge from the woman. But as her shorter blade swung upwards, better to deflect to attack she instead ended up pulling back and halting the following swing she'd been readying with her bihĂ€nder as her attacker paused. Confused as to what had resulted in the sudden pause in their fight before it had begun the red haired girl glanced over to the edge of the crash site that her attacker was staring at.

A cloud of dust was currently swirling in the air above a body that now lay slumped in a heap, a rather strange one at that though Vanessa couldn't identify precisely what about the person's body struck her as strange save that she felt it must be. On the ground nearby looked to be a bundle that seemed to have fallen beside the creature when it collapsed and presumably distracted the had distracted the rather vindictive girl before her. Cocking her head slightly as she switched her gaze from the creature slumped on the ground, the blazing figure and her direct attacker she decided to even the odds slightly.

Pursing her lips together she let out a short, sharp whistle, knowing that Lycus wasn't far behind. As soon as the sound had left her Vanessa swung Narya in a smooth arc towards the woman's arm, aiming directly for her hand and twisting the runic blade at the last moment to bring the flat against the skin hard in hopes of jarring loose her sword while she was distracted by the new arrivals, hoping that she'd not wasted the moment in her confusion.

A low growl behind signalled she had not been mistaken as Lycus had clearly been stalking through the wreckage close behind her and the large dire wolf now stood firmly on the ground to her side, his slow breathing gruff as he eyed the glittering armour of her other assailant but awaited her word to attack.