[u]Maeve and Kiara[/u] [color=ed1c24][i]What do you mean there are bombs in the ship?[/i][/color] Maeve hissed as she shouldered her way through the crowd towards Kiara. Just as she was starting to enjoy the power she had over people who enjoyed manipulating others, she was taken away to go save the same lives of the people she wanted to destroy. [color=598527][i]Bomb. Noun. Something that creates a big explosion that kills people![/i][/color] Maeve rolled her eyes as she got closer. [color=ed1c24]"Very funny. Remind me to get you back for this after the bombs are all defused."[/color] Kiara smirked. [color=598527]"For saving lives? I thought that's why you were in this from the beginning?"[/color] [color=ed1c24]"Oh hardy, har har. Lets just find this bomb before I decide to throw all the Asylums and children off the boat and let the rest of them die."[/color] Kiara raised an eyebrow. [color=598527]"Oh? I thought you wanted to kill all of them?"[/color] Maeve looked away, muttering. [color=ed1c24]"Some of them are still innocent."[/color] With a smile, her dark clad companion started walking away. [color=ed1c24]"Where are you going?"[/color] [color=598527]"Too the bedrooms on this ship. Someone's already checking the engine room. They're the next logical location. Quite the number of them and lots of hiding places in all of them."[/color] Maeve huffed in irritation as she followed. [color=ed1c24]"And how exactly are we going to find them? There has to be at least fifty on this damn opulent ship."[/color] [color=598527]"Why don't you ask your gods to aid us? It'd certainly streamline things."[/color] Kiara flashed a smile over her shoulder as they entered the living quarters section of the ship. Maeve glared before closing her eyes and drawing upon her alchemy. [color=ed1c24]" Cernunnos, cabhrú liom fhiach síos an buama agus a shábháil ar na innocents agus a dtuismitheoirí olc."[/color] [color=ed1c24]“Shit.”[/color] [color=598527]“What?”[/color] [color=ed1c24]“It’s here. But my alchemy can’t tell where.”[/color] [color=598527]“What do you mean?”[/color] [color=ed1c24]“I mean, that we have to search fifty fucking rooms the old fashioned way.”[/color] [color=598527]“Hmm. Not entirely the old fashioned way.”[/color] [color=ed1c24]“What do you mean?”[/color] [color=598527]“I mean, if you create constructs, probably hounds because you’re obsessed with Celtic mythology, and I create constructs, we’ll just send them to the rooms, and whichever ones enter the room and are immediately destroyed, we know that’s the bomb!”[/color] [color=ed1c24]“First one to find it buys drinks?”[/color] [color=598527]“You’re on.”[/color] With that, 25 small formless shadow creatures and twenty five golden hounds raced down the halls of the ship’s living area, racing and tripping each other as they did so. It didn’t take long for a winner to be found. [color=598527]“Hah! I win!”[/color] Kiara did a small victory dance. Maeve looked at her with a raised eyebrow. [color=ed1c24]“Was that the Rocky, ‘I just ran up the stairs or Mountains/won the fight move?”[/color] [color=598527]“..Yes?”[/color] [color=ed1c24]“Do you watch [i]anything[/i] from this day and age?”[/color] Kiara folded her arms defensively.[color=598527] “It’s not my fault most modern films are terrible.”[/color] They continued towards the one room that had destroyed the shadow creature, arguing about movies and how they were better or worse now. This invariably lead into music, literature, fashion, and video games. [color=ed1c24]“I’ll teach you proper movie edicate on everything modern after we find this bomb.”[/color] Kiara chuckled, stepping aside with a sweeping bow. It didn't take long, with Maeve's alchemy guiding them as surely as if they had placed the bomb themselves. They entered the opulent room and paused for a moment. There was a 75 inch flat screen, a king sized bed, ebony dressers, a full length mirror trimmed with gold. And that was without even checking the bathroom. [color=ed1c24]"Jesus. The Peralta's really are insecure about [i]something[/i] aren't they?"[/color] Kiara didn’t bother gawking. She was used to this, had lived in it in fact. [color=598527]“There’s been two bombs found already, one in the engine and one in the bathroom, of all places,. We’re slacking.” [/color] [color=ed1c24]“Ten bucks says it’s under the bed.”[/color] [color=598527]“You’re on.”[/color] Maeve took two steps, reached under the bed, and drug out a clear case with vials in it and a ticking bomb. [color=598527]“Damn it.”[/color] [color=ed1c24]“Hah! I win.”[/color] Kiara bit her thumb, drawing a sigil on the ground. A shield bubbled around the room. [color=598527]“There. Now if things go south we’ll be the only casualties.”[/color] [color=ed1c24]“Alright. Now how do we-”[/color] Maeve’s question was suddenly cut off by a hissing noise as the bomb went off, filling gas into the room. Maeve and Kiara both stumbled backwards, Kiara’s foot erasing her sigil. The two Bean Sidhes held their heads, struggling with what was going through their heads. Maeve rose up, her skin flushed. [color=ed1c24][i]”Fuck.”[/i] [/color]She needed to find someone. Now. Only everyone hated her on this ship or was straight. [color=ed1c24]“Not everyone….”[/color] She muttered, thinking back to the Air Jew. Without another word, she shoved through the door, heading towards where she had last seen Illana. Kiara was sitting on the bed, hands gripping her skull as she rocked back and forth, a female voice pounding in her skull. [color=Black]“Weak.”[/color] [color=Black]“Weak.”[/color] [color=Black][b]“Weak!”[/b][/color] [color=black][b]“WEAK!”[/b][/color] [color=black][b][i]“WEAK!”[/i][/b][/color] Whatever Maeve had been feeling was smashed away by the pain going through her skull as she tried to fight off the attack on her mind.