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[h3][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2865517][u][b]TEAM MISCHIEF MAVEN[/b][/u][/url][/h3]
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[color=yellow]The Sciencer (1100)[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]---------------------[/color] [color=lawngreen]The Air Jew (500)[/color][/center]
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[indent][i]The Cruise Ship full of Psychos[/i][/indent]
[b]BOOM.[/B]

[b]Ilana Mhori[/b] blinked, utterly stupefied. The cigarette she'd been dragging slowly on while watching her partner home in carefully on the bomb ... had vanished. It was gone. It was fucking gone. [color=lawngreen][i]'Am I... dead?'[/i][/color] the Huntress mused. She rubbed her eyes, which were there, with her hands that were, in fact, also there. [color=lawngreen][i]'No... I... I think, therefore I... am, ...right?'[/i][/color] she figured.

So, she took the next couple moments to recollect the chain of events. Because if ghost [i]were[/i] real, and had a mind for thinking, then surely being able to think wasn't complete proof that she wasn't a goner. 

[i]Right?[/i]
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[b]Ethan Baine[/b] wasted no time making his way down into the ship's interior. In his wide, wall-piercing vision, he could see where most everyone was moving at a 10' yard distance. Standing around, sitting, talking, bullshitting. All activities that he would take advantage of, as he led his partner as quietly as specters gliding away in white sheets. She'd caught up quick enough, lithe and springy as she was. But she knew better than to bother him when his attention was 100% on finding a certain target. Which was funny to him, since she was the hunter in this group. But of course, that really applied to chasing down and cornering certain inspired delinquents.

Team Mischief Maven wasn't even glimpsed, nor heard, during their descent; they were literally Ghosts.

They finally came to the iron-wrought door, heavy as it really looked. The Hybrid mentally signaled her to stop, and then to 'pop a perch in 5 seconds.' Ilana didn't even blanch and simply [i]jumped[/i] up above Ethan, freely using his shoulders to get a boost. In the corner of the hallway, her feet and hands grasped pipes as she veered down at Ethan, who remained poised like a mongoose, with his knees bent and hands out before him, slightly gnarled. 

She couldn't help but smirk, knowing that he was watching someone approach the door from the other side. 

In his vision, a skeleton with meat sacks and fabric skin walked clumsily, holding up a clipboard with his sole attention on it. Ethan waited exactly until the man opened the door to slip behind it, keeping his ocular implants trained on the man's point of vision. He was able to calculate a person's approximate field of vision, though it wouldn't tell them if they had their eyes closed or not. Might as well treat everyone's eyes as if they were always open.

Just like his were... [i]lidless[/i].

The engineer crossed the doorway, slowing to a stop as he hummed a little tune. Ilana's heart raced as she held her breath. She knew what was coming next, especially if the man turned to his right (thus bringing Ethan into his sight). But he didn't, instead, he turned to the left and looked to make sure the door closed, though in a rather lazy manner. But he began to linger!

Ethan instantly sprung from the corner, not making a sound as he stood up behind the man. Ilana bit her lip, watching as her partner remained poised and shifted as the man shifted. It worked to keep him hidden and out of the man's line of sight. Until finally, he turned to saunter away, taking the path the asylums had used. Ethan stared after him as he motioned Ilana to slip down as he opened the door.

The engineer, at the end of the hallway, glanced back over his shoulder. [i]Nothing[/i].

[i]Within the Engine Room[/i]

[i][color=lawngreen]'Guess everyone's out to lunch?'[/color][/i] Ilana asked as they crossed a catwalk.
[i][color=yellow]'Naw, jes' reportin' an' gettin' parts,'[/color][/i] Ethan replied, his oculars sweeping the room.

Ilana nodded, mentally confirming her comprehension. She sighed, feeling a little pressure in her pelvis as the urge to pee increased. She hoped this wouldn't take too long. Sure, bomb threats were nothing to cough at, but when you had the power to contain an explosion, little else would make you look twice. 

[i][color=lawngreen]'You ... find it yet? With your scan?'[/color][/i] she asked him, taking a cigarette out of her bra. 
[i][color=yellow]'Nope.'[/color][/i]
[i][color=lawngreen]'...what? Thanny, don't kid me. I know you can find shit like this, like that. Bam, man.'[/color][/i]
[i][color=yellow]'No bamming, hon,'[/color][/i] he chuckled.
[i][color=lawngreen]'Wait... don't tell me...'[/color][/i] she pleaded, lighting her treat.
[i][color=yellow]'It is... raises even more questions, yeah?'[/color][/i]
[i][color=lawngreen]'Fuck. This is bullshit. So even our enemies can now alchemically seal shit?'[/color][/i]
[i][color=yellow]'Guess so, but--'[/color][/i]
[i][color=lawngreen]'--world ain't what it used to be.'[/color][/i]
[i][color=yellow]'Found it--'[/color][/i]
[i][color=lawngreen]'--can't trust nobody no more, can't let yo' kids play outside--'[/color][/i]
[i][color=yellow]'Illa, yo--'[/color][/i]
[i][color=lawngreen]'--politicians suck ass, it all about the money, fuck human trafficking!'[/color][/i]
[i][color=yellow]'...oh shit--'[/color][/i]
[i][color=lawngreen]'--I mean, even art is all fucked up. A man pissing in another man's mouth? Really?!'[/color][/i]

Ilana shook his head for the tenth time, holding his cigarette out before his mouth. He blanched, suddenly realizing that Ethan had gone quiet and was, in fact, several yards below and away from him on the ground level. Ilana blinked, straining to see her in the darkness, but sure enough, there she was, hands on her fine~ hips and... and massive... tits? Yeah, man he wanted a piece of that ass. Some day, anyway.

Ilana coughed as he went to take another drag of a cigarette that wasn't there. He stared at his traitorous fingers.

[i]The fuck!?[/i]
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[color=yellow]"The[/color] [color=lawngreen]fuck!?"[/color] Ilana and Ethan exclaimed aloud, realizing that there were worse things than death.