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After Dervire's defeat at the hands of Venezia, Yanamari had done the gruesome but necessary task of removing what was left of his damaged eye. A horrible bedside nurse she may have been, but she was clinically efficient in patching the cat up, enjoying it all the while. She had asked him if he'd had plans of revenge, not necessarily against the carnival god or his daughter directly, but perhaps the carnival itself. After leaving to rest, Dervire had pondered on the matter, and by the next morning, he had an idea. And she had a present. Leading him to her tent, she produced an eyepatch for his now empty socket, and fitted it onto his head.

"So help me if this thing turns out to be pink with hearts I really am gunna hurt you...." Dervire scowled.

Yanamari snorted. "No, I'd never go that far, but I did amuse myself a little," she says, holding up a mirror so he could see. The patch was black, but on it she appeared to have painted a simplified version of a fish skeleton, head aiming upwards, with crossbones going behind it.

Dervire poked at his eyepatch. It felt weird against his head. He pulled at his hair until it fell more easily around the patch. He stopped when Yana held up the mirror and his expression turned vaugely sour. "Really?" He said with a bland expression, but then he shook his head. "Well it's not too bad. I'm going to get laughed at but that's fine. Makes it more enjoyable when I break their teeth in later. Thanks."

Yana tried not to laugh at his look. "Oh relax, I don't care if you keep it or not, but It was too boring without SOMETHING on it. Just don't say I never gave you anything," she says as she puts the mirror away and settles down onto her haunches. "So, we were going to plot chaos?" she asks him with a smirk.

Dervire's lips trembled with the effort to keep from laughing. He reached a hand up to touch the eyepatch again. "Thank you. I...rather like it. You're right. It would be plain without the little skeleton." He flicked his ears and then smiled at Yanamari. "Yes. A lot of chaos." He looked at Yana for a moment and flicked his tail. "So...how you feel about a harness?"

"Perhaps they shall only tease you until you rip their spleens from their bodies, then you shall be known as the dread pirate Dervire, hmm?" she smirked, but her expression soured just as fast as his did, at the mention of a harness. ".........I feel you should explain the question, is how I feel," she says, eyes slightly narrowed.

Dervire gave a laugh. he was unable to hold it back at this point. "If I'm going to rip anything out, it's going to be one of their own eyeballs. Then I can pretend to try fitting it in my skull under the patch before tossing it away." He looked at the rather dangreous expression on Yanas face then made a small gesture at her hooves. "If we are going to cause chaos we will have to be quick. A whirlwind. I'm in no condition to keep up with you. Unless you keep me up. I was thinking of something small, with wheels, and a s**t ton of spikes to nail anyone who gets in your path."

Yana did smirk at the idea of ripping others' eyeballs out, then paid attention as he explained more. It was true, he wouldn't be able to keep up with her if she stampeded around the carnival...and she didn't really want him on her back during such an escapade. "Hmm...you are thinking of a chariot of sorts?" she asks, smiling at the idea of spikes, at least.

Dervire nodded his head as he rose. He tapped at the eyepatch in a unpleasant sort of fidgeting. "Yes. A chariot. Something small enough that you can race around and careen through the streets without it catching on anything. Well..except anyone foolish enough not to get out of your way and get run down."

Yana mused as he spoke, not looking quite as annoyed as she had before. "I am more worried about you being thrown from such a thing in the process. I do like the idea of running others down though. And I expect you would bring your bag of tricks with you?" she smirked.

Dervire held a hand up at her. "If you can avoid tipping the chariot over, I can fashion a small harness of my own. It will keep me from falling out. And of course. I have a lot of lightbulbs and easter eggs to spare. maybe a few throwing daggers even!"

Yana tilted her head. "Well, no guarantees... I get a little excited when I'm trampling others," she smirks. "We'll just have to make the thing sturdy and well balanced. But I suppose I can try and not spill you out of the thing. A harness will be a good idea for you too, then."

Dervire nodded his head with a huff of amusement. "Well then. I think we ought to get to work then. The sooner we get the chariot set, the sooner we can have some fun!

Yana grinned. "Yes. Hmm...perhaps I shall get myself a polearm to carry, like a spear or a lance....oh, this is going to be so much chaos...I doubt the carnies will be able to take it!"

Dervire moved towards the tent flap as he mused. "What about a pair of swords? A pole arm could get caught on something as you run around. It wouldn't be very impressive if the pole got caught on a tent rope and ended up flipping us." He said with a faint smile. "You can cut down ropes in passing even! On both sides!"

"I was more thinking about running carnies through....but I suppose you're right..." she thinks about this a moment. "I so rarely use weapons, but swords could be interesting...." it's not like she would mind if she cut herself up a bit in the process. "Ok then. Time to design our death vehicle, and then build..." A manic twinkle showed in her eyes.

Dervire was pleased with Yanamari's acceptance of the idea. "But I get to paint the designs on it." He called dibs on as he snuck outside. "We are going to have such fun!"

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Dervire had worked hard on the chariot. It was a single person cart so it would be able to travel down the narrower streets of the carnival. He had installed several large metal spikes into each of the wheels, and added more along the sides of the chariot for good measure. He had spent some time trying to figure out a way to attach the chariot to Yanamari without making it seem like she was a simple pack animal. It finally occured to him in a spark of malicious ingenuity. Clamps! "Yanamari! Come on! I got an idea!"

Yanamari heard the cat calling her with a tone of excitement and she sauntered her way over to where he had been working on the project. "Another idea?" she smirked at him.

Dervire scooted around the chariot to the harness part. "Yes. A better one then just tying you in. Let's see..." He mused as he grabbed a pair of chains he had hooked into the chariot. Dervire turned and held up a pair of large clamps, the sort one used for jumper cables. "What do you think? We can clamp these to the rings in your back. So no harness hook up for you, and it will make it easier for you to get loose if we topple."

Yanamari watched him as she looked over the chariot. She had to admit, he'd done a pretty good job on building it, for what they had available. She supposed they'd have to see how well it held up in action, though. She gave the clamps a critical eye, and pondered how much she detested the idea of clamping something onto the metal rings in her back, although in comparison to the harness, it was more tolerable. Plus it was for a "good" cause. "Hmm...perhaps...you are sure they will not come loose in the process?"

"The clamps or your rings?" Dervire asked as he turned the chariot to show her where large metal rings attached the chains to the chariot. "I'm sure these will hold it well enough." Dervire turned to look at Yanamari with a arched brow.

"The clamps. I am pretty sure my rings are staying in there unless my spine is ever removed," she says dryly. "I do not doubt they will stay attached to your chariot; as long as the clamps will stay on my rings, it could work..." She looks over his design some more. "Still....you did a better job than I thought possible with the supplies we had...perhaps you should have worked in construction," she snickers.


Dervire rolled his eyes slightly at the snide comment made by Yanamari, but he did manage a smile as well. "I live in the alley ways. Improvisation with what I have has become a way of life for me. Hey, did I tell you I stuck nails through the plastic handle of a jump rope and the carnival god actually caught it in his hand when I snapped it at him? It was great." He stated as he moved to the side of the chariot to happily pat the large symbol of Martyr painted on it's side. "I even put a little of my own blood into the black paint."


"I have seen your interesting weapons...that is amusing that something such as that injured a god, however." She looks over the Martyr symbol and nods approvingly at his comment of putting his own blood in there. "A true measure of suffering in your artwork. Perhaps I should add some of mine somewhere," she muses. "Either way, we should test it here before taking it to the carnival, to make sure it works properly. I do especially like the spikes you have added everywhere..."

Dervire ran his hand over the rim of the chariot in a gentle stroke. "Thank you. I was thinking the first blood the chariot should taste was my own...or our own? I like the idea of you contributing too. This is a joint effort after all." Dervire grinned slightly at the centaur as he moved to step into the small space provided. "I will leave the attachment of the clamps up to you. It seems too... dominating if I attach them, and this is a partnership...right?"

The centauress nodded. "It is appropriate for our blood to be first, else it is hypocritical in our view of suffering." She gives him a look at his next comment and snorts. "It is not dominating to see how it fits on my back, however, I will attach them merely to make sure I can reach if I need to detach them at any point in time." She moves to the front of the chariot and grabs the chains with the clamps, making sure the distance is acceptable so that her rear wouldn't bump against the chariot, and then she reaches behind her to clamp them on the rings in her back, testing the feeling a bit.

"You don't find it a little demeaning to have someone else tethering you to something?" Dervire questioned as he started to lash a netting sort of hammock around behind him so he had something to keep him from falling out of the chariot, yet left him free enough to make a hasty escape if need be. "I mean, I'd get itchy fur if someone tried to put something like that on me. And I'd probably punch them."

"Normally yes, but in this case it is a necessary thing for our plan to work properly. I would not recommend attempting it at other times, however, or my hooves might detach your head from your spine," she says with a deadpan expression. "At any rate, if you are ready, we should test this out now to make sure they stay attached, and you do not fall out."

Dervire nodded his head and leaned back on the netting. There was a bar under the lip of the chariot and he gripped it with bot hands. "If I fall out I expect you to laugh at me." He says with a wide grin on his face. "All right. Let's go. Don't hold anything back, I need to get a feel for you when your at your best!"

"All right, should we go outside our own camp to make sure we don't damage anything here? as much as I like to cause havoc, I don't think Martyr getting pissed off at us wrecking things is a good idea...." She waited for him to grip the bar and smirked as his comment before starting to get going. "Don't worry, I will indeed laugh at you."

Dervire gave a small nod of his head. "I stuck some rocks in here so I can practice my throwing aim too, so run around some trees or someting I can pretend are carnies." He suggested as his tail snapped from side to side.

Yana nodded, and trotted at an easy pace until they left the camp, then she took off like a shot, heading straight for a thicket of trees. "Don't expect me to go easy, you best hold on!" she yells, soon slaloming between trees.

At first the ride was easy enough. Dervire relaxed against the net with a easy going smile on his face. Actually it was pretty relaxing. Then Yanamari broke free and it was like someone had just dropped him down a cliff with the brakes taken out...brakes. Aw s**t he never thought about brakes! "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Dervire screeched as Yanamari took off through the trees. Dervire grabbed the bar and held on for dear life.

The centaur cackled maniacally, and briefly looked over her shoulder at the cat holding on for dear life. Well at least the cart was holding it together, even if he wasn't. She looked back ahead and dodged another tree before turning around in a wider arc to head back the way they came, not slowing down at all.

Not that Dervire was aware of it, but all the fur on his body had fluffed up all over him so he looked like a dandalion poof. His eyes were wide as he struggled to shift his weight. Thank the Goddess he had thought to replace some of the wooden supports with metal! As his heart stopped racing as quickly as the chariot wheels beside him, he grasped for one of the rocks in a small basket nailed to the inner wall of the chariot. He blindly grabbed a rock and threw a rock at one of the trees...and missed by a mile it seemed.

Yana was going to give him such s**t about the fluffball look when they got back. For now though, she focused on slaloming the trees still, taking wider arcs and curving, in a less direct route back to camp, trying to work the chariot to extremes.

It took Dervire a few moments more before he felt comfortable enough with the rocking and careening of the chariot. he took a few more shots at the tree's until he got a feel for her speed. He learned how to compensate for the movement of the chariot and was delighted when he started nailing, or at least chipping the trees in passing. "I think I'm getting it!"

Yana kept peeking to see his progress. Well, he wasn't screaming anymore, and she saw the rocks flying more accurately after a while, bouncing off the trees instead of missing them entirely. She gave him a thumbs up at his comment and kept up the winding speedy path she was taking, glad she had built up a good endurance when it came to running. She had to make sure she didn't run out of steam when they got to the carnival.

Dervire kept tossing his rocks until he was out of amo. He gripped the bar inside the chariot and hung on until he saw Yanamari look back at him. he waved at her slightly and tried to make a gesture he hoped she'd understand as stop.

Yana noticed the rocks had stopped flying, and figured he was either out of rocks, or had fallen out himself, though she hadn't heard any cat-like screeching. She looked over her shoulder, and seeing the gesture, nodded, and slowed down, finally coming to a stop. Her chest was heaving, but she refused to show any discomfort. "Well? Did the test run help?" she smirked.

Dervire reached down to the harness net and unhooked it. He had to lock his knees as he stepped out of the chariot, as his legs felt weak. He refused to let the wobbliness show as he knelt to inspect the chariot. "You put it though one hell of a test run, which is good. It held together pretty well but look here." He said as he pointed to some boltings on the chariot wheels. "These are cracking. I'm going to have to replace these wheels. Maybe with something a bit smaller but wider. What do you think? It looks like the bolts were strained by the sharp turns."

Yana reached back to detach the clamps, letting them and the chains clatter to the ground as she turned to look where he pointed. "Hmm, I do not know what you need, I will leave that up to you, but it is a good thing I put it, and you, through your paces, yes?" she says, the smirk still plastered on her face.

Dervire snorted slightly at Yanamari's playful comments. "I don't know. I think I rode you pretty hard. You were the one being put through the paces if you ask me. I just had to hold on." He remarked as he stood up and stretched his back. "But yea. This was a good trial. I'll fix the wheels and..shall we hit the carnival early morning or evening?"

Yana snorted back at him. "I was not the one puffed up like a fluffball," she retorts, before pondering his question. "Hmm, either could have its advantages, morning they may be groggier from sleep, but in the evening we would be harder to see and stop, assuming we ourselves did not run into anything... I assume your night vision is good, but i cannot attest to mine being quite as much so."

"I was not fluffed up." He retorts with a small growl as he works on prying a wheel loose. "I'd vote for evening. Not too late though. About dinner time. I bet they will be worn from the days battles, and we can use the setting sun to mask our approach, or exit. Depending on which route you want to take." He remarks. "And despite my sight being good at night, you will be the one driving, so we best do it with enough light out...course it's the carnival. Theres bound to be lots of lights everywhere. I swear, if we were bombing the place they would be obliterated by now."

Yanamari rolled her eyes at his denial but didn't tease him further. "True, they do tend to be lit up well over there. Sunset sounds fine to me, anyway, I am not picky when it comes to spreading suffering," she says, before moving back to the front of the chariot. "Let's get this thing back so you can repair it, then, and tomorrow at sunset we shall make a hell of an entrance at the carnival, yes?"

Dervire left off his testing of the wheel and nodded his head. "If we are lucky our rampage will deny then a good nights rest. So the next day they will be too tired to fight well." He added as a bonus. Dervire gripped one side of the chariot and started to roll it along. "I feel good. Other then being rattled around that is." He adds after a moment. "Maybe I'll actually eat something not out of the trash tonight."