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TOMORROW - going back to Medea

Before they could really go again, Tseng heard Medea calling out to them all.

"Oh. It seems we are through here then!"

Perhaps someone else had managed to snatch the fluffy beast that lurked within that strange ride-contraption-thing. There was little use in worrying about it. They were being called back.

"Come Soren! Medea awaits! Onwards to glory!" he said enthusiastically before running back to find the Priestess.

[Leaving Tomorrowland, second star to the right and straight on till Medea]

With Medea summoning them back Soren was more than happy to follow Tseng. He liked the other stallion well enough to even use a verbal agreement. "Yes." While the Conquestian went running off Soren did not, striding purposefully through the packed mass of humans.

Of course his purpose was to inflict as much pain to humans as possible in a somewhat secretive way, so he used his width to shoulder into as many as humans as possible. The more toes he stepped on the better, and a tiny smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he knocked one small child over as he moved past.

Mjoll followed Medea taking note of what was there. Everything, she liked Medea's way of thinking, taking their minipets. The Horsewoman smiled as she walked, not caring if Bastion was following her. "With pleasure my Priestess." She said bowing. She looked like Rapunzel, but Rapunzel the horsewoman was not. She could easily steal into the castle.

She grinned causing havoc, and while she was at it she was nicking some of the stuff in the boutique by first going through the little racks outside she paused, wait she didn't have enough arms for this "BASTION~~" She called in a sing-song voice, "Bastion~ be a dear and help me out here. I need something to carry all this in." She paused, "There's a cart thing over there pulled by a horse." She added pointing to horse and trolley.

"That'll suffice." She added as she went back to plucking things, moving inside to the racks "These are sure to delight the foals if they come in my shop." She cooed checking over the fabric to make sure it was acceptable, before spotting. "Ohhh chairrrssss!!!" While she was 'shopping' she made a point to scare any humans and their foals in her way. She might've even stepped on one at some point, she wasn't sure, but she had to have those chairs for her shop. They'd make a lovely addition. Even if they would end up in storage for a bit.

"Where is Bastion, Really I do need some help." She sighed waiting for the horseman bush creeper to catch up.

Bastion heard his name being called, and it was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. That high pitched, shrill harpy cry sounded like the tinkling of sweet bells to the horseman in love. He lurched upward from the position he was still in, on the floor at the doorway to the ladies bathroom (hawkward) when he heard it, and he leapt forward, following the sound of his name coming from her lips -

He stopped just a few short feet from her, and stared, his eyes widening to saucers.

"You.."

His whisper was ragged and trembling.

"You got my name right."

Of course, this could only mean one thing. Mjoll was obviously in love with him. Flooded with a new sense of determination and courage, Bastion roared, following her command and attacking the trolley. He jumped onto the side, shaking it like a rabid animal until all of the people inside jumped out in fear of the clearly deranged hipster. The two trolley workers did not run, but they instead attempted to get on either side of him. He cracked his knuckles and scuffled with one, throwing the driver into his co-worker and leaving them a groaning mess on the floor.

Bastion was up on the white horse in moments, patting its head lovingly and making a soft clicking noise with his mouth. The horse trotted forward, and he led it, and the empty trolley, back to Mjoll.

When he arrived, slowly cantering forward on his white horse, Bastion was able to do something he'd never been able to do before. He looked down at Mjoll with complete, and utter courage. A rather dashing smile toyed at one side of his lips.

"Your ride, my lady."

Nailed it.

Bastion wasn't really in the mood to shop. He was too busy feeling like he could climb the tallest mountain and claim it for his own, at that moment. He leaned down on the horse, patting the taut, lean neck in front of him, and watched Mjoll fill up her trolley with all sorts of goods. She was.. really taking this job seriously, wasn't she? He hoped the portal Medea was bound to make could handle all of the loot they were going to ride in with, when she was done. The mention of chairs made him laugh - she wanted him to get chairs! Such a thrifty little minx. He shook his head and continued to let her shop to her heart's content, while his heart contented to watch her move. That lovely swish of her skirts, the way her hair never settled, those hips -

"Swords?" He shook out of his reverie just in time to hear the glass crash, and his mouth fell open in surprise. Had she just.. well. Well. Bastion licked his lips and grinned a devious grin, hopping off his horse to carefully start collecting the swords. "I guess I'm going shopping, after all."

All this, she'd done for him. In an act of absolute treason and boldness, he, carrying a bundle of swords in his arms, leaned in and pecked her on the cheek, before sashaying away to place them on the trolley. Perhaps he was getting a little too sure of himself, with this new found confidence.

"Thanks, dear."

Just a little.

Looting and pillaging? Soren smirked, eyes already flickering around for things that he wanted. There was nothing quite like taking trophies from his victims, and so he headed for a clearly insane woman, taking her fur coat from her and tossing it over his shoulder. First trophy secured he then made his way toward the carousel, where the minipets needed to be freed.

A sword that apparently held some significance was trapped in a rock in front of the area, so he pulled it free, brandishing it as he made his way toward the horses. He chose one of the white steeds at random, striking a startled human with the flat of the blade before liberating the mount.