Note: Read Riene-Strifes stuff. Oh….And ignore the randomness of this chapter. Its 10 pm as I write this and I'm bored.
"You know what would hurt?"
"A katana piercing your stomach and you die slowly as you watch a mad man rip up the rest of you and devour your insides?"
"No. Well, okay. Yes. That. What the heck, your twisted!"
"You asked what would hurt."
"Your supposed to say what."
"What?"
"I said-"
"No. Rif, just say what you were going to say."
"Okay. Uh…"
"…?"
"Shit. I forgot."
"…You're an idiot."
"Oh! Oh!"
"Feet on fire?"
"what? Oh, ha Blade. I remember now!"
"that's nice."
"Never play leap frog with a unicorn! That would hurt!"
"And you say I am psycho. I wonder about you sometimes."
"I wana roll this thing over."
"No!"
"Em, go back to beating your head off the window. I'm rolling this thing over."
"Blade darling, as much as I love you and support you in everything possible…Reconsider…"
The attack-the-tiny-bronco-owner plan had worked. Wonderfully. Sadly Blade had managed to get the keys first. Neither Emily not Rif were to pleased with this. The woman had made about 70 different death threats in the last hour, most directed towards Rif for his complaining and Emily because she was getting the windows smudged up with her forehead.
"Common Rif. Its not like we'll crash into the ocean or anything."
"no. No… Nope, that blue thing down bellow us isn't an ocean. it's a vast plain salt water. Oh, wait a second." He turned his head, black hair tugging from behind his ears, to glare at her. Blade grinned.
"So Emily, what are we after?"
"I cant tell you that."
"Yup. Lets flip this."
"you'll die too."
"ah, so what." The airship started to roll slowly. Emily shrieked and covered her face. Blade laughed and straightened the "Angel Fish".
"Dammit Emily, answer her or this fish will be swimming instead of flying!" Rif cried, gripping his seat with trembling hands.
Blade shook her head. "Who names an airship "Angel Fish"?"
"Angels fly."
"Angels don't exist. Not in the ways you believe. Besides Emily, Angel fish is a type of fish. A title of a fish. Fish don't fly."
"Whoa, how long did it take you to figure that one out?"
Blade laughed at her tart words and suddenly the whole ship turned in mid air. Emily screamed, and the sounds of their baggage thudding about in the storage compartment followed. Blade was still laughing as they again fell back into normal flight.
"Dammit! DON'T do that!" Rif screeched, grabbing her arm. Blade continued to laugh and tee hee madly.
"Rif…She's scaring me…" Emily said, peeking from behind her fingers.
"There is…probably was, a flask of something in my pack. Get it and knock yourself out."
"He means literally." Blade said with a cruel grin as Emily pulled open a small door into the storage unit. The woman ignored her and reached in.
Blade shook her head as she flew, her eyes glancing about the compartment. The yellow chocobo on the dash squeaked and bobbed his head madly.
"Why do you want that thing?" Blade asked, staring at the yellow bird. Rif shook his head as he saw a grin crawl again on her face.
"Mine. He's cute Blade. Leave him."
"…Hehehe…."
Five threats, two shrieks and a flask of bear later, a small yellow chocobo screamed for its very life as is toppled downward into the ocean.