Vyse strolled over Crescent Isle in search of Sique, who was sunbathing on the top of the spare room's roof, lying on her back, with a tight, pink bikini on, the top of which was undone. The spare room had once belonged to Enrique, but after he had left for Valua, it had been out of use. Vyse chuckled at the sight, '' Sique, you wanna' come down? I'm going to go visit Maramba, and wondered if you'd like to come.''
Sique turned her head to look at Vyse, grinning and doing up her bikini. Once her bikini was safely fastened around her, she slid down the roof to stand infront of Vyse, '' Sure...'' She was a little suprised that he wanted her to come, and not Aika or Fina.
Vyse seemed to read her expression, as the next thing he said was, '' Aika and Fina say that it's too hot, but I know you like the heat, don't you?''
Sique nodded, the silver pendant dancing with her movement; casting shards of light to bounce off Vyse and herself.
'' Uh...I think maybe if you don't wear that bikini...'' Vyse had noticed how it barely covered her atall, although what she usually wore was little improvement anyway.
Sique blushed, '' Yeah, sure.''
'' Go get ready, then, I'll see you below.'' He jabbed his thumb behind him, towards the layers beneath Crescent Isle, where the airship, items and supplies where kept.
Once Vyse was gone, a dark smile crossed Sique's lips. Finally, they would be alone. Finally, she would carry out the quest that Ramirez had set her.
Sique giggled as the air tossed her hair sideways; the airship was flying quickly, since only Vyse and Sique were on it, and both of them liked fast paces. Vyse, who had taken the helm, laughed, and called over his shoulder, '' Are you ok, Sique?''
She grinned, '' Yeah, I'm fine!'' She had been putting on a show of utter sweetness all the way through the journey, and she was very good at it. She flexed the blades on her weapon, smiling evily. She crept up behind Vyse, her right hand poised in a position to strike. One blow to the back of the neck, that's all it would take. And once he was dead, Ramirez would be pleased. Maybe he'd let her keep the pendant forever. The thought made Sique happy. He'd be like a special pet which could talk and kill you if you didn't do what it wanted.
The blades now inches away from the back of Vyse's neck, Sique drew her hand back, ready to strike. Just as she shoved her hand forward, Vyse turned. Sique's hand slipped to the side in suprise; the side of the top blade catching Vyse's face, and casting a deep cut over his nose. Vyse stared at Sique, unblinkingly, his face alive with fear and anger, but mostly, upset and suprise.
'' WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?'' Vyse exclaimed, looking at Sique's face, which was curved into a sneer.
'' You killed him.'' She growled.
Vyse blinked at Sique, confused; then, looking at the pendant, he shook his head in disbelief, '' Fina was right about you!'' He drew his cutlass, the metal casting a loud 'ssssshhhhh' noise as it sliced through the air, aimed to behead the girl, who jumped back swiftly, shaking her head.
'' No, no, no you don't...you won't kill me...I'll forfil his wishes. You won't get away with what you've done!''
Vyse stared at Sique, '' You've gone mad!''
Sique shook her head, positioning her left arm infront of her face for protection, her right hand jabbing into spaces which Vyse had been. But each time, he dodged, and Sique missed. Vyse sliced his cutlass through the air, making a deep scratch over her left arm. The pain fuelled determination and power. Sique pulled back her right arm, making a fist, then slammed it into where Vyse's head would have been. He ducked before the blades could get him, but didn't miss the bottom of Sique's fist, which smacked him hard over the forehead. A large crack sound came from Sique's knuckles. Vyse was pushed back onto the helm, as Sique's fist went forwards, crashing into the window and shattering the glass.
Vyse, dizzy from the extreme pain in his forehead; slouched to the floor, his vision blurring due to the blow to his head. He tried to focus the image of Sique, who's left arm was dripping with blood, and who's right hand was limply and uselessly hanging by her side. The airship, who's helm had been jogged by the falling Vyse, was plummeting downwards towards the desert of Nasr. Sique grabbed the helm with her left hand, and jogged the airship into a straighter line; which cushioned but was not able to completely stop the landing. Sique was thrown forwards through the windscreen of the airship, and lay limp on the red stained desert sands.
Hours later, Vyse awoke with a splitting pain in his head and a searing sting across his nose. His back ached from where it had been thrown into the wall below the helm when the airship had crashed. He stood up stiffly, looking out of the smashed front window. He saw Sique, lying on her side in the sand, flies crawling over the blood which had congealed on her left arm. Her right arm had obviously taken most of the blow from the windscreen shattering, for it was badly wounded. He shook his head, starting up the engine of the airship, happily discovering that it still flew, '' Stupid girl. Stupid, stupid girl.''
Sique turned her head to look at Vyse, grinning and doing up her bikini. Once her bikini was safely fastened around her, she slid down the roof to stand infront of Vyse, '' Sure...'' She was a little suprised that he wanted her to come, and not Aika or Fina.
Vyse seemed to read her expression, as the next thing he said was, '' Aika and Fina say that it's too hot, but I know you like the heat, don't you?''
Sique nodded, the silver pendant dancing with her movement; casting shards of light to bounce off Vyse and herself.
'' Uh...I think maybe if you don't wear that bikini...'' Vyse had noticed how it barely covered her atall, although what she usually wore was little improvement anyway.
Sique blushed, '' Yeah, sure.''
'' Go get ready, then, I'll see you below.'' He jabbed his thumb behind him, towards the layers beneath Crescent Isle, where the airship, items and supplies where kept.
Once Vyse was gone, a dark smile crossed Sique's lips. Finally, they would be alone. Finally, she would carry out the quest that Ramirez had set her.
Sique giggled as the air tossed her hair sideways; the airship was flying quickly, since only Vyse and Sique were on it, and both of them liked fast paces. Vyse, who had taken the helm, laughed, and called over his shoulder, '' Are you ok, Sique?''
She grinned, '' Yeah, I'm fine!'' She had been putting on a show of utter sweetness all the way through the journey, and she was very good at it. She flexed the blades on her weapon, smiling evily. She crept up behind Vyse, her right hand poised in a position to strike. One blow to the back of the neck, that's all it would take. And once he was dead, Ramirez would be pleased. Maybe he'd let her keep the pendant forever. The thought made Sique happy. He'd be like a special pet which could talk and kill you if you didn't do what it wanted.
The blades now inches away from the back of Vyse's neck, Sique drew her hand back, ready to strike. Just as she shoved her hand forward, Vyse turned. Sique's hand slipped to the side in suprise; the side of the top blade catching Vyse's face, and casting a deep cut over his nose. Vyse stared at Sique, unblinkingly, his face alive with fear and anger, but mostly, upset and suprise.
'' WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?'' Vyse exclaimed, looking at Sique's face, which was curved into a sneer.
'' You killed him.'' She growled.
Vyse blinked at Sique, confused; then, looking at the pendant, he shook his head in disbelief, '' Fina was right about you!'' He drew his cutlass, the metal casting a loud 'ssssshhhhh' noise as it sliced through the air, aimed to behead the girl, who jumped back swiftly, shaking her head.
'' No, no, no you don't...you won't kill me...I'll forfil his wishes. You won't get away with what you've done!''
Vyse stared at Sique, '' You've gone mad!''
Sique shook her head, positioning her left arm infront of her face for protection, her right hand jabbing into spaces which Vyse had been. But each time, he dodged, and Sique missed. Vyse sliced his cutlass through the air, making a deep scratch over her left arm. The pain fuelled determination and power. Sique pulled back her right arm, making a fist, then slammed it into where Vyse's head would have been. He ducked before the blades could get him, but didn't miss the bottom of Sique's fist, which smacked him hard over the forehead. A large crack sound came from Sique's knuckles. Vyse was pushed back onto the helm, as Sique's fist went forwards, crashing into the window and shattering the glass.
Vyse, dizzy from the extreme pain in his forehead; slouched to the floor, his vision blurring due to the blow to his head. He tried to focus the image of Sique, who's left arm was dripping with blood, and who's right hand was limply and uselessly hanging by her side. The airship, who's helm had been jogged by the falling Vyse, was plummeting downwards towards the desert of Nasr. Sique grabbed the helm with her left hand, and jogged the airship into a straighter line; which cushioned but was not able to completely stop the landing. Sique was thrown forwards through the windscreen of the airship, and lay limp on the red stained desert sands.
Hours later, Vyse awoke with a splitting pain in his head and a searing sting across his nose. His back ached from where it had been thrown into the wall below the helm when the airship had crashed. He stood up stiffly, looking out of the smashed front window. He saw Sique, lying on her side in the sand, flies crawling over the blood which had congealed on her left arm. Her right arm had obviously taken most of the blow from the windscreen shattering, for it was badly wounded. He shook his head, starting up the engine of the airship, happily discovering that it still flew, '' Stupid girl. Stupid, stupid girl.''