Nadeline's eyes widened at Wesley's rather bold response, though she smiled devilishly. She liked the idea, and would let Wesley know with a quick kiss. "[b]Alright, here we go.[/b]" Grant announced, clearly displeased at their rather compromising seating arrangement (though by luck had not caught their conversation). Though as Grant would launch, the entire ship jetted forward, sending Grant back into his seat and Nadeline onto Wesley. The speed was far greater than that of their previous vehicles, though the ride was someone bumpy as Grant struggled briefly to regain control of the ship. Nadeline held Wesley's hand, slightly nervous. This must have felt much like an airship, though because of their size and lack of Ifrit's more lavish technology, they felt every bump along the way.

"[b]What's wrong?[/b]" She asked him as they shook.

"[b]The body of this thing can't handle the current speed.[/b]" He informed them. "[b]That is what I believe is causing the shaking.[/b]"

"[b]Then slow down, we must make it there, even if we must sacrifice time, we need to prioritize our arrival above all else. Go as fast as you can without completely destroying the Thorn--at least, not yet.[/b]" Nadeline ordered. After a moment, the ship finally became smooth. The two Rozarrians let out a small sigh.

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What the actual fuck was that?! Emiri looked at Jaakuna, completely in shock at what she had just witnessed. It was Giruvegan all over again, though she did not recall hearing that...that laughter. It had sent chills down her spine. The darkness, the pain, the yelling--what did it all mean? What in the world could that have been? Even as Jaakuna smiled, Emiri could not believe him even for a moment It certainly [i]looked[/i] like his usual smile, but it was...too calm. Jaakuna, of course, was the type who would get his arm cut off and insist he was fine, but that smile of his...it was unnerving. Why? What was wrong? Why couldn't she figure it out?

Isaiah was not the one she was watching anymore.