Jenet: -running- Move it, you numbskulls! The Lilien Knights are not slouches!
Reno: -mumbling- Slouch this... -shakes his fist-
Irvine: Wait, wait! Where are we going? -chases Jenet-
Kou: I'm with Irv. -leaps over a poker table- Where the fuck... -dodges around a waitress- are we going?
Jenet: Can't stop to explain! Haul ass, boys!
(They continue speeding across the casino, eventually coming to a stop. Jenet digs a heel into the carpet, stopping on a dime, and Irvine, Reno, and Kou barrel past her. They crash into a dining cart and fly down the hallway they stopped in, making a huge mess of themselves and the corridor. They all find a way to sit up, and look at Jenet blankly.)
Jenet: Well, you're not trained for this like the rest of the Knights, but you're better at causing commotion than any of them.
Kou: Thanks for the compliments. -_-;;
Irvine: Are you going to tell us what we're doing now?
Reno: Or was that little track run just for fun? -catches a tossed platter out of the air, shrugs-
Jenet: -grumbles- No, that was not just for fun. -she pauses, and starts to smirk- We're gonna loot this place.
Kou: -getting up- 'Kay, see ya, I'm off to the bar.
Jenet: -pushes him over, back onto his rear- You boys aren't getting away, either. Now, there's supposed to be an air duct around here... -she begins searching-
Irvine: To coin a phrase, I do see this leading to disaster and pain...
(Reno and Kou both wince at the idea, and Jenet turns around, devilishly grinning...)
::To the slightly more sane::
Hunter: -walking in the door and glimpsing JIRK run through the casino- Oh, that can't possibly be good.
Dauragon: What? -Hunter points- Oh. -He swigs the wine-
Raven: Daurie, if this trip turns you into an alcoholic, I'll kill him AND you.
Dauragon: Mhm. -swigs-
Raven: ...Oh, screw it. -takes the bottle and has a large swig herself-
Aeris: That can't possibly be healthy.
Hunter: The worst it can cause to happen has probably already happened to her. This *is* Raven.
Aeris: -Whacks Hunter- You are supposed to be her friend, you know. That's really kind of cold.
Hunter: Well, fuck, it's true. -He dodges another swing- You really gotta lay off that shit.
Aeris: -belts him- And that's for cursing. Hmph. -She wanders off-
Raven: Smooth. -swigs-
Hunter: Shut it, you're a walking disaster. -_-;;
Raven: But a pretty one. -kisses Dauragon-
Hunter: Eh. Waitress! -he runs off after a girl with a drink platter-
::To Aeris::
Aeris: -hearing snoring- Hm? -She looks under the table she's passing by and sees Red- Oh! Red!
Red: -coming to- Yes, hmm...? -growls a bit, yawns, lifts his head, and whacks it on a crossbar of the table- Oof! Ah, yes, now I am conscious. Hello, Aeris.
Aeris: What're you doing under a table?
Red: Unlike what one might believe, I actually found this was about the safest place I could easily get to in this rather odd city. Well, with the exception of this crossbar here...
Aeris: -rubs his head- Aww. Sorry, Red. But, you know, you stay down here, you're liable to get kicked, or get a drink spilled on you, or someone'll drop a cigar...
Red: ...Well, that will nicely prevent me from getting any more rest. So, perhaps you have some other ideas?
Aeris: I'm not sure. This whole city's kind of weird. Just not my place, I suppose.
Red: I understand.
Aeris: Well, that's not too surprising. You're a talking wolf. You're probably not in your element unless you're in the elements.
Red: That's not why... -_-
Aeris: Oh, sorry. -she thinks a moment- Maybe we should just go looking for something to do. It can't hurt to hunt around a bit.
Hunter: -walking up- Someone say my name? Hm. No?
Red: Close enough. Aeris, why not go with him? A "talking wolf" is probably hardly your best companion on the streets of this town. Personally, I'd like to find somewhere else to rest. Perhaps I'll trek back to the hotel.
Aeris: Oh, come on. Three's company. Besides, I'd rather not get stuck alone next to him for too long. -glares at Hunter-
Hunter: What? I've hardly been the cause of your problems on this trip. Just remember what thick-skulled bishounen ripped your dress off, for example...
Aeris: -Thwacking Hunter- Quiet.
Hunter: -Nursing his skull- I think I'm going to start wearing a hard hat around you from now on.
::Return to the newly initiated pirates::
(The four "Lilien Knights" are traversing duct work in the casino, trying to find the vault and/or saferoom. Jenet is rushing confidently forward, and the
others are not quite so enthusiastic.
Irvine: I don't like this.
Reno: -Behind Jenet, looking straightforward- I do.
Kou: -mumbling to himself- Why am I doing this again?
Jenet: Heads up, boys! -she stops, and Irvine and Kou cease crawling, and Reno keeps going, right into Jenet- Eek! -she
leg scissors Reno and spins over in the duct, choking him-
Irvine: If we're really serious about this, a possible murder charge is not exactly great to get tacked on just for stealing some money...
Kou: Why are we doing this again?
Jenet: -releasing Reno- Don't you like having beer money, boys?
Irvine: Uh, yeah, but I don't think any of us have ever bothered buying that fancy imported stuff or whatever...
Reno: I'm up for it. Maybe we can get something to kill the neck pain.
Jenet: That's the spirit! Now, we did stop for a reason... -she points to a nearby duct ending, leading into a room with a large steel door and several different hi-tech locks-
Kou: It's not like any of us have the technical skill to break all those...
Jenet: But a lot can be said for a cowboy's rifle! -she snatches the Exeter away from Irvine, sets it in front of her and aims for the first lock-
Kou: Ricochet! Ricochet!
(Reno and Kou now begin screaming frantically)
Irvine: I'm not living to see tomorrow. I know it. -he flips over, puts his hat over his heart, his hands on top of it, and closes his eyes as Jenet cocks the rifle...-
::A pretty lady, a superhero, and a talking dog::
Aeris: Ooh, I like this.
Hunter: My wallet's going to jump out of my pocket and run the hell away pretty soon, I'll bet.
Red: It is an inanimate object. Wallets are incapable of running.
Hunter: Thanks, Red. -_-
Aeris: I like this, too!
Hunter: Okay, I know you, like all women, like to shop, but keep in mind even the richest folks have budgets...
Aeris: -holding tens of thousands of dollars worth of clothing- Oh, I'm sure Vegas gets much more expensive than this.
Hunter: And I'm sure there's a hitman waiting for us out there if we don't pay for something here. =/
Red: That would be highly illogical. For the likelihood of a theft
occurring, the hitman would be a useless and overpaid staff member.
Hunter: -Twitching- Just be quiet, okay?
Aeris: Okay, I'm ready to go!
Hunter: Then I'm ready to commit financial suicide.
(They head through the register, where a paranoid and tense [And afterward more relieved] Hunter pays for the clothing. They head outside the boutique, and both Aeris and Hunter check the time)
Aeris: -yawns- Oh, gosh, no wonder I feel tired. It's past eleven o'clock.
Hunter: -blinks- Er, yeah... Well, look, I'm still rip-roarin' to go. Why don't you take that stuff back to the hotel and get some sleep. I'm sure Red wants some sleep, too, and he was talking about going back there before.
Aeris: Okay. I think I can make it back safe. I'll see you tomorrow morning, I guess. And you'd better not wake me up when you come in!
Hunter: Sure, sure. See you in the morning.
(They divide and head their separate ways, and a few minutes later Hunter slips down an alleyway, putting a few things in a trash bag and slipping it into a dumpster. He pulls out a knife, puts it in his mouth, and starts climbing out of the alleyway, to the top of the building. Upon reaching the top of the building, he surveys his surroundings, and notices a large group of people, gathered around Zell, down in the middle of the street.)
Zell: -At the top of his lungs- ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW DROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! -He dives off a semi, onto another man lying on top of a car-
Hunter: What the... Ah, fuckin' never mind... -he dashes off to the next roof-
