Grema had just begun to doze off when she heard yelling. And when she began to pay enough attention, stomping feet as well. She blinked dozily, rubbing her one good eye while the mechanical one flicked back on since it went into ‘sleep mode’ when she was resting, then stretched a little, feeling her hunch crack a bit at the strain. But looking out the window Grema was met with an odd and mostly displeasing sight. What sight was that you ask? Only Grema’s partner jumping up and down in a panicked fashion wearing a bag packed and strapped with so many things with was over a head taller than her. Her arms were also filled with many different bags of sorts, and were those the cuffs Grema asked for hanging from her mouth? Gross, but at least she got it. The scientist was stuck in her stretching position, face etched in bewilderment.
Then the yelling and stomping got louder, and Aliarey jumping got more panicked. Grema could give and educated guess on what this was all about, mostly since the yells were full of
‘stop you thief!’ and
‘gives those back!’. Also, when the engineer rolled down the window with her foot and peeked out of it (still paused in her stretching pose), she saw some Rune Knights semi-quickly running toward them. The cyborg curse in every language she knew, which was one, and opened the door
“Dammit bullet head what have you gotten us into this time?! Gaaaah, I’ll talk to them, just get in the van.” The magitech mage grumbles to her teammate. Aliarey struggled to get in even as Grema was getting out, the Rune Knights slowing down warily as someone odder looking appeared.
“You there! That girl is a criminal wanted for thievery! Hand her over!” One of the armored people yelled at her, a woman by her voice. Then looked tenser when Grema finally squeezed herself out of the van and ignoring any protests, made herself look more presentable. This was a pain, why did she have to steal all that stuff?! Well, Grema would just explain the situation (aka bullshit), show off her guild mark, pay the money and they would be on their way.
“Listen this is all just a big mis- what the heck was that for?!” The mage yells out as she barely dodges a magical beam sent her way.
“We would know that kind of outfit anywhere! You’re a pirate! Probably that girls captain!” Another one says with zest, dramatically pointing a finger at the half-robot.
“What kind of bull is that?! Just because I’m wearing a pirate-ish outfit doesn’t mean I’m a-“ “Don’t lie to me! Why else would you associate with that thief? Also, really? A magical cyborg pirate? That’s soooooo hipster. Young people these days…” ‘What the hell is a hipster?’ Grema wondered briefly before realizing that was an insult of sorts, causing her the steam with anger, to the point she was actually contemplating attacking Rune Knights. But for some reason the guild mark on her palm seemed to get warmer, calming her down. No, while her guild might be a bit morally ambiguous, they would not like her doing such a thing. They may be filled with a bunch of weirdos who made her do stupid errands, but… they were still her guild mates. Was this what the blondie meant, was this something not to be structured by logic?
“Either way, you both under arrest!” The female once said again, obviously a bit more level headed than her fellow. Usually, Grema would just hand herself over and organize it properly, mostly with the warm remainder on her hand, but people were in danger with Lillith hanging around, and these knights were obviously too worked up to listen to reason. So it was time for some… distracting and fleeing measures.
“I’m sorry, we have a mini-pyscho to stop! I promised we will hand ourselves in later! Pirate Garb Spell: King of Pirates!” With those words Grema summoned power from her outfit, causing a very large flash, stunning the Rune Knights, any onlookers, and possibly Aliarey if she hadn’t shielded herself on time. With everyone sufficiently distracted Grema gave a strong push to the gun mages behind to get her out of the driver’s seat, a hard task with all of the stuff attached to the other woman got in, then revved the engine to life. Then revved it some more because she forgot what to do next. Then fiddled with the stick thing a bit. Then turned it off, revved it, fiddled with stick thingy again, and turned it back on again. Then slowly, pushed the stick around and with a triumphant grin put the metal leg to the metal.
Then sped backward, causing the Rune Knights behind them to go flying back.
“Crap sorry! That was an accident!” They would be okay, that was a hell of a lot of armor they wore. Stick thingy in the right position this time, Grema tried again. And stalled. The onlookers, who had broken of their trance by this point, started yelling out suggestions. Grema decided to actually follow them was able to get the vehicle steadily moving forward
“I’m a freaking genius scientist slash engineer slash mechanic of freaking magitech which this hunk of junk is freaking gods why the hell can’t I get it to work for me gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.” Grema fumed under her breath as she zoomed forwards out of the town.
“And you!” She growled after they suddenly stopped from another car stall.
“Why the -heek- hell did you have to steal all -ick- of that –gaah- stuff?! Are you –uurgh- really that – woah- poor?!? Dammit I’ll still have – ugh – to pay – eeek – half won't I?! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu” She yelled out as she swerved around a completely random tree, accidentally going off the road awhile back. Each odd noise in that sentence was with Grema stalling, hitting something, avoiding something, or any other type of vehicle catastrophes one can imagine.
“That was close.” “Ma’am you're about to drive off a cliff!” M.A.I warns her just in time, causing them all to scream and the cyborg to swerve the van just in time to not drive over the edge.
There was complete silence for a moment as they all seemingly starred out in shock, Grema’s hood down and spiky brown hair sticking out more crazily than usual. Slowly, the woman put her head on the steering wheel and rested there in silence for a moment longer. A few seconds later a mummer of
“Maybe you should drive.” Could be heard.
- Stats:
Grema: HP 200 MP 90
(Buffs: 5% more MP(item), 3% regen per post(armor), 5% HP regen per post(linage))
Spells: King of Pirates (5)
WC: 1102
Overall: 6845