"Wow…"
"Rif?"
"She's…lovely…"
"Please stop, your scaring me."
"I want her…"
"Rif, a bug just flew in…and out… your mouth. Close it please."
"I want to touch her…"
"Rif, that's a guy…And your drooling."
"Eww! No, no, no! The airship baby. You know you're the only woman in my eyes."
"…"
"Fuck. Stop hitting me!"
"Stop involving me in your sick fantasies."
"How do you know about them?"
"…"
"Dammit woman! Ouch! Aye! No! Put it down!"
"So…"
Blade stood at the airport part of Junon. Her hands were on her hips as she looked about lazily, annoyed and aggravated. It was once thing to have spent the last three days with Emily, who had happened to get herself drunk at each stop, and Rif ,who was no better off then Emily, but not…this?
"Which one?" She asked slipping her pack off her shoulder.
Rif walked over to her. Thankfully he had stopped his drinking when Blade had threatened to show him his insides. He was still awake. Emily was…sort of…whipped. Passed out behind the two, lying on Rif's jacket.
"I like that one…" Rif said, pointing to a rather red looking airship.
"To big Rif. It'd make a huge sceen. Besides, I think Hope might own that. We want some privet one."
"Like that red one in Costa Del Sol?"
"Only bigger. Much bigger." Blade sighed and shook her head. "Why couldn't he just fork over the cash for a ticket or something?" She asked.
Rif shrugged. "That's to easy baby. I say that little blue one over there. Enough room to shove our stuff, and Emily. Two front seats, one long back one. An updated version of the classic Tiny Bronco. Better paint job too."
"…You always look at the paint job. Alright," She grabbed her back and shoved it on her shoulder, before pulling down the gray sleeves of her shirt. "I'll see what I can do."
"Aye, Blade?"
"Hm?" She turned to Rif, brown eyes sparkling at the thought of what she was going to do. Rif shook his head. "Don't kill anyone if you don't have to this time, alright?"
Blade laughed. "Sure Rif. Take all the fun out of this. You like doing that to me, don't you?"
Rif rolled his eyes and picked up a wasted Emily. "Of course. That's my goal in life. To make you miserable."
"Ha ha ha." Blade said, turning back around and walking over to the little blue airship.
Da'ath had said that at Junon they would find an airship that was perfect for the trip to iceicle inn. He said they would have to figure out what to do when they got there, for he had not made reservations on it. This had to have been what he meant.
"So I knock out the owner and take the keys. Not hard to fly these things." She muttered, smiling pleasantly as she walked.
A man in white t-shirt and black jeans washed the small plane with a sponge, humming to himself. The tune reminded her of Anxious Heart ( a very horrible version) while the song itself played inside the airship.
She grinned. 'Simple'.
"Excuse me, sir?" She asked, trying to sound lost. The man stood up straight and stared at her, before painting a pleasant smile on his face. "I seem to have forgotten which airship I was to take…" The man stepped around the side of his tiny bronco. "Could you possibly help me?"
"Sure. Do you have a ticket?"
"Ticket?" She set her bag down and rubbed her shoulder before heaving it back into place again. "Ticket for the airship?"
"Yeah, you need a ticket to get on these things."
"Oh…Oh, lookit the chocobo!" She cooed. Her insides shuddered at this gooey sight. She leaned over, closer to his airship and gazed at a tiny chocobo figure on the dash.
"Ahh, I just washed that. Please be careful."
"Oh?" She pushed herself off, being sure to leave streaks where her fingers had been. The fan flinched and scurried closer, washing away her fingerprints.
"Please, be careful."
"Surrre…" She said, setting down her bag and drawing out her dagger. Slaving the hilt of the weapon against the mans skull, she caused him to slam himself off from the newly cleaned window. Blood from his nose ran down the glass as he slumped to the ground. She shook her head and took the rag from his hands, her right hand finding his keys in his pockets. Whipping the blood off the window she unlocked the machine.
"Peace of cake."
"Rif!"
He shook his head. 'It went that quick, then she must have killed him.' "Coming darling!"
Note: Thanks Riene-Strife for being my editor on these. So, as thanks, you all should go read his stuff. (( These little reminders will never stop, so you might as well do as your told ))