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Hmm, well he had given more or less the right answer.

"Good job Marcos. You've passed. Come on this way, from what I can tell you won't be needed with the assistance of rebuilding this ship for another long while and time, as of right now, is quite important. Never you worry yourself about my asking, I trust you'll figure it all out in good time. But if you could put those admirable self made wings of yours to good use, that shoudl help. I estimate we have perhaps another half hour before we run out of time."

Turning and giving him a little smile and an even smaller wink, she seemed to run off before him, before seemingly just launching herself into the air. She soared higher and higher into the sky, and flew just a little bit onwards before she stopped and turned around so that she was able to see him. Gesturing for him to follow, she really needed him just to co-operate now. She didn't know what kind of greeters or butlers would have been assigned to see her into the Mayors manor, but she was willing to bet a fair bit of sneaking would be required.

Taking another look at Marcos, she chuckled softly. He seemed to be just the kind of guy who would have been habituated to the sort of life she was going to throw onto him for the next hour or so.

Toula understood perfectly, and as she flapped her own wings to get ahead of him, she was aware that fuel probably wasn't an easy commodity for him to come by. Oh well, she'd have to see to that matter to.

It occurred to her that now, the matter of her wings being invisible must have been out in the open now. It felt weird, to have some one outside of the family know that she even had them....usually, most people assumed that she was wingless. Ha. She was permanently winged. Much like Marcos...in a sence, anyway.

Flying rapidly, she seemed just a bright glimmer of green in the pristine sky. Always visible, even if it was just by the sparkle of her gemstones, she soon landed near by where her families private ship had landed. SHe didn't want to get too close, lest some one see her flying with what would seem to be no wings. She didn't want EVERYONE knowing now.

Waiting for Marcos to land, she hoped he had the common sence to be quiet. SHe didn't know exactly where she was going to hide him yet, nor how she was going to speed up her families visit so that they could leave, but she'd figure it out.

She hid her face in her hands, wrapped her wings around her, and otherwise tried to hide herself as Marcos made his painfully loud and obvious entrance when it was supposed to be a quiet and unnoticable one. Oh dear lord, did the man have no common sence?

Dropping her voice to a whisper, she told him exactly where they were and what they were doing. Then she realized she was speaking when her wings were still wrapped tightly around her, and that if he heard anything at all, it would have just been some off muffled sound that might have passed as speach only if one saw exactly what situation they were in.

"I said, we're a two hundred meters away from my familys airship. The plan is to some how sneak you on board, hide you in there, and when my parents leave this place and return back home, I sneak you back out, and give you free run of my dad's shed. However, in order for this to work you have to realize we have to quiet and unnoticed, and when this is all done and you have your vamped up ship, in exchange for the best offence and defence systems in the skies I ask that you take me with you."

"We'll see about that when we get to it."

She whispered hastily to him as she walked closer and closer to the airship. They were still in the cover of the woods, and when she had walked half the distance there she crouched behind a tree and stopped for a moment. She had almost forgotten, that with her gems she would be much easier to spot shoudl they catch the light and sparkle.

Taking off all the jewellery, she also took off her shoes and stood for a moment, not really knowing what to do with them. Then an idea struck her.

Taking off the green net top, she took off the white shirt underneath. It ended up with her beign in a black bra, and a moment later, in the green top. Oh well. She didn't exactly have a bad body by any sence of judgement, it was as if she was wearing a bikini top. Taking her white shirt and wrapping up all the showy acessories, she realized then that her white capris would be easily noticed too. Exasperated, she looked to Marcos and sighed. Oh man, this would be awkward.

"Marcos! Marcos, lend me your shirt!"

Seizing his shirt, she whispered a quick thanks before seeing that it fit her needs. Taking off her capris that were white and shone irridescent in the light, she stuffed it (some how) into the make shift bundle that was her shirt. Then, she wrapped Marcos' shirt around the appropriate area, fashioning it into a not all too shabby skirt. Satisfied that she was well enough covered, she then wondered what she would do with her shirt, that contained everything else in it.

"Psst....Marcos? It's alright to look now, just hold this for me, will ya? All you have to do is follow me, so take it?"

"Yeah, basically."

She said over her shoulder as she scarpered on forward to the ship. The ship's open door wasn't heavily guarded, but simply attended to by a stray butler, here and there. Toula knew that inside, however, would be a different story. Personal body guards, security systems, the works.

Sneaking up from the back, she flew up to the top of the ship and, since she was in bare feet, didn't quite land lest her feet burn and shrivel up to ash on her.

Hovering slightly, she looked around for something she could use as a distraction. Finding nothing, she sighed inwardly and flew to the end of the ship. There, she propelled herself higher up into the air and promptly let herself drop with a rather loud metallic clang, onto the roof.

Off a second later, her feet throbbed from the momentary exposure to heat. She waited for the desired effect to take place, which was a few body guards going out to investigate. Stomping again, she waited until she could count all of them outside, all 13 of them. Signalling to Marcos, she needed him to be within that ship PRONTO.

Toula, unlike Marcos, was extremely socially savvy. While the body guards filed out one by one and in turn each pointed their guns at her, she smiled cheerfully to them all and waved a charming hello, continuing to drop herself onto the roof of the ship.

Good morning to you all!
Ms. Charneau, just what are you doing on the roof of your ship?
Jumping on it, of course!
Ms. Charneau, we would kindly ask you to stop, your parents wouldn't approve of such behaviour.

A moody pout, and a seeming attempt at puppy dog eyes before she sighed resignedly, seemingly giving into their wishes.

Oh, alright then. Just promise not to tell them anything?She asked of them innocently, as she made her soft and slow decent down to the ground. The body guards rolled their eyes in slight exasperation, for although they were duty bound to tell her parents everything, they had watched Toula grow up from enfant years to womanhood. It wasn't so easy, ratting out the girl that they had all served as family to.

Smiling charmingly, she gave them both dimples and a quick hug before disappearing into the ship, where her maid immidiately threw herself into a fit over the completely horrid outfit she was wearing. One could wonder, perhaps, why Toula had insisted that she have Marcos' shirt. Easy. She didn't want anyone off in the distance to be able to recognize her. That, and the people within the ship would have thought she had just been inside the whole time. No need to tell them that she had wondered off and, hopefully, now had a stow away on board.

What seemed an eternity later, Toula's maid had finished with fussing over Toulas outfit just enough to deem her presentable. Of course, the Charneau heir knew exactly why. It was always like this. Anytime they went some where this big with seemingly no reason at all, it was because they wanted to hook her up with some self absorbed, swaggering peacock. Each one exactly like the last.

Clad in a silk dress that flowed elegantly like water and framed her idealistic body, Ms. Charneau stepped out of her room who knew how much later, all ready to impress who ever it was she was supposed to. The dress had been custom made, perfectly suited for its wearer. The silk a bright, spring leaf green, it fell in a subtle train behind her, with few and modest folds to keep the garment from over bearing plainess. A swirl of silver leaves adorned the bottom edges, from which silver heels poked out every once in a while. The throaght area had been left open, a darker green silken scarf resting cheekily at her bosom thrown over both shoulders and trailing down in two seperate tassles behind her shoulders with an open back, with the same silver leaves swirling in appealing patterns. Toula's hair had been done up as well, in an elegant and sleek chignon with a large clip fashioned into a silver leaf adorning one side of it, a spray of emerald mist contrasting brilliantly with her hair. The jewellery had been kept to a minimal, just a collection of incredibly fine silver bracelets on one arm, and a pair of earrings seeming as a miniature waterfall of silver streaming from both sides of her face. Then, just a simple fan of apple green silk stretched over birch wood to finish off the flirty yet lady like look that had been achieved to perfection by Toula.

Stepping out from the ship, off in the distance a rather frustrated Victor finally saw what was sure to be the famed Toula Charneau. Putting aside his previous sentiments of fury, he pasted on a charming smile and walked out to greet her as intended; with both arms open and a jovial laugh. He wasn't bad looking, well formed and kind of face. Dressed impeccably in a black suit with a misty blue tie that perfectly matched his eyes, he offered Toula his arm and together they walked off to whatever amusement that had been previously arranged for the two.

As they sauntered off, seemingly a happy couple to be, Toula couldn't help but wonder, as she flitted her fan flirtaciously before her eyes, how Marcos was faring.

Marcos was just about to fall asleep in the cozy little compartment he had found, until, of all things, he noticed something about the engine. It wasn't exactly in great repair, at least, according to Marcos. It was, to him, making a horrible banging sound (to anyone else it was a hardly audible 'ping') which, most likely, the last mechanic gave up trying to fix and simply told the family it was supposed to do that. Nobles, in their arrogance, figured that the mechanic was correct and didn't bother to get a second opinion because they wanted to save the money that they had so much of.

Well, Marcos wasn't satisfied at all by the quality of the engine, and so, upon risking being seen, captured, and thrown off the ship, he climbed out of the compartment he had hidden in, and moved to the large engine.

Now, most would notice that Marcos didn't pack his toolbelt. Well, that wasn't exactly true. Marcos always carried his toolbelt. He produced an imprinted Magnus, one of the few left from his crash due to the fact that he never really needed them, and upon the card was a picture of a rather laden toolbelt. He projected the object from the card to the floor (it did not fall to the floor, and therefore did not spill its goods or make the horrible banging sound about fifty tools would make upon a steel floor). He picked up the belt, put it on, and tucked the now-blank Magnus away for later use.

He began to work on the engine, making modifications here and there as he could, doing all he could to stop that horrible bang (ping) from occuring over and over again in the depths of the engine while the mechanical monstrosity was running.

At last, he was able to 'fix' it, which, he admitted, was quite the task while the engine was actually in operation. His hands were sore from getting too close to areas that were heated to high degrees, but all in all it turned out fine. He used his blank Magnus (he wasn't actually sure if this was the one he had used before or not, being as that he had a few and only used them for his toolbelt) and absorbed his precious toolbelt back into a Magnus for safekeeping, tucking the card away.

Satisfied that in the duration he had fixed the engine in that he had not been caught, he assumed that it was alright to stay out of the compartment he had found and enjoy the rest of the ride in a more open space.