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((If ye mean Shade by 'the man who carried Mirror', he actually is human...he just doesn't like to admit it, but at the same time is pretending to be one kinda...It's a bit convoluted. sweatdrop I should probably put his profile up again sometime...))

The Dark Lord bristled visibly, and then calmed himself. Myranda obviously had somehow failed to develop the respect that was his due.

"I am perfectly capable of walking such a meager distance, girl. Do not underestimae may capabilities..."

~She must be mentally deficient to not sense my strength and prowess...hopefully that will get through to her.~

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It might be best to take a carriage so that all may go at a quick pace though, yes? I wouldn't want to leave the rest of you behind, and peasants tire quickly, in my experience..."

Shade frowned just slightly. He might just be imagining it, but it almost seemed that Roan was offended by something he'd said--could it be that these peasants were his friends as well as that insufferable excuse for a ghost? it was hard to believe...but he had best be more careful in the future if he was to discover Roan's secrets, and those of his departed wife...

"Is that so, Sir Roan?"

Doing his best to be extra-charming, though he quite honestly didn't know which member of the party would be classified as a 'spoiled and arrogant creature', Shade smiled.

"My mistake then. Thank goodness that we are bereft of such characters, yes?"

Turning to the Geisha, his smile drew thin, though his voice stayed just as honeyed.

"I'm afraid that I do not currently have any of this 'gold', madam. I surely would eagerly donate to help our less dexterious friends, but in my homeland we don't use gold as a currency..."

Myranda came just short of rolling her eyes. Living beings were sometimes such a trouble. As if she would have respect for any man... but she kept the rude retort at bay for now catching sight of Trelweny's wince at the words passed between the others. Confound it all! She always was too sensitive to others' emotions and it's still too soon after she was sucked into that psychic whatever that led to the Al Sylian becoming a spirit. Thank the makers my emotion chip does not send her any signals... The GaiaCom cast the others a baleful stare and then sighed in resignation. They had no gold either.

Uncrossing her arms Myranda took a black charm of a cauldron from a bracelet at her wrist and tossed it to the ground. A trail of magical light followed it for all but the most disbelieving of minds as she spoke. "Fine. Guess it's up to me."

The cauldron was growing... growing... until it was about mid-thigh to the android. Then ignoring the others she drew her runes in the air before casting them into the cauldron. Trelweny accustomed to her companion's conjurings was not watching but reaching into her bag and pulling out clothes suited to the climate here and putting them on over her others. More to stay the GaiaCom from reprimanding her that she had not then because she was cold.

When the last rune entered the cauldron there was a pause in visible magic though the air tingled lightly with what sounded like a tuning fork being struck. The cauldron's 'mouth' opened and out sprung a mechanical horse-drawn carriage-sled complete with an automatron 'driver' holding the reigns. Arching a brow Myr looked at the others and indicated the fair sized carriage. Her coral lips pressed in a fine line, her body language seeming to say: Well?

Trelweny smiled, though a bit shakily. "Thanks Myr." "Don't mention it. Now get inside." A single blink and Trel obeyed.

~This is more like it...~

Entering the carriage in a dignified manner befitting of a Lord, Shade took a seat in the mechanical carriage, nodding approvingly.

"It's a bit...shabby", he said, getting himself comfortable for the journey in what he judged to be the best seat, "But it should suffice, as all of you seem to poor to afford anything truly fitting of this..."

He was a little bit more impressed then he let on, but it was a Dark Lord's duty to make sure that the peasants didn't get to full of themselves, after all. They were lucky to have someone like him coming along...

Narrowing his eyes at the peasant's audacity, Shade managed to stop himself from putting him into his place--the little spirit was valued by Roan it seemed, so it would be best to leave him be for the moment.

"My...apologies--"

Pausing for a second, the Dark Lord searched his memory for the name that went to the peon.

"--Mere. I don't mean to offend."

Putting forth a fake smile, he continued.

"As I said, it should suffice to get us where we're going, if nothing else..."

"My name is Mir-ror" the ghost corrected to the man, "Not, Mere." Then he turned away to stare out the windows.

Underneath them the carriage suddenly jumped into a roll, rattling across the cobblestone along the path of their journey. While everyone else jumped, Mirror simply stayed put, using what little energy he had to muster to keep himself actually in the cabin with the others. If he didn't, he would fly right through the walls of the carriage and into the road and he would be THAT much farther from gaining his body back from the depths of that crystal coffin.

"What happens when we arrive?" the Al Sylian asked aloud, hoping someone would answer.

((I seriously thought I had posted a long, long time ago. *flails* much apologies.))

Shabby...?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The GaiaCom's 'thoughts' blazed in her mechanical eyes as her head snapped furiously at the word. She had not conjured it for a princess' ball but for functionality and purpose. It would be soft, even comfortable, inside for the flesh ones -she had seen to that. Were they not on a mission? This would keep the fool humans not only warm but relatively safe and not need to rely on beasts of any type that could need food or warmth themselves, or bolt in the face of danger.

Deeply hating and mistrusting men anyway Myranda was already turning and taking a step towards the insulting male, the fingers of her long elegant gloved hand curling around the lip of her cauldron and lifting it easily. Something stopped her, the sensors of that wrist flashing data to her of the most integral of her programming: Trelweny was stopping her.

Though physically she could easily wrench free of the light restraining touch her base orders and programming shifted the GaiaCom to comply. Even as a special noticing system within her realized Trelweny had not physically touched the GaiaCom. The human woman had already gone inside the carriage. For that matter the one with whom she was furious was also inside and soon enough such logical reasoning would point out the faultiness of reacting only with her emotion chip. With a sigh as her logic circuits caught up to the why her human was stopping her Myranda -still furious- nodded to her human sharply that she understood. Instead of winging the heavy cast iron monstrosity at the fool man's head she mouthed a spell and the lifted cauldron returned to to charm size and attached back to her bracelet.
Your head's saved for now... man. His gender thought so derogatory it should have seared her circuits if such a thing were possible. Still she glared at the one named Shade even as he gave what she suspected was supposed to be an apology -how dare he attempt to use her nickname... and then get it wrong to boot! So wrong... that the spirit even thought he was being referred to. Her humor chip did seem to find something amusing about that at least and she snorted faintly, gaze flicking to the other fleshlings in a quick methodological fashion. At least the Geisha was proper and kept any of her mortal opinions to herself.

It would have more highly amused the GaiaCom that the overly dressed female thought of magic as witchcraft, for hers certainly was. Scientifically programmed witchcraft, though whoever came up with that much less managed to implement it had to be insane. The whole thought process would have alighted Myranda's own warped 'sense' of humor.

Made one wonder about her programmer.

She had moved to let the high-handed male find whatever seat pleased him, for she had no such silly preference herself. Truthfully, she did not even know she had reacted on such a level to still the GaiaCom who waited outside for the others to enter. Nor was there any outward statement made that Myranda intended to take the driver's seat -being neigh impervious to the elements- but Trelweny knew nonetheless.

Trelweny gave a soft sigh and even softer smile seeing her 'friend' cool down. Although she herself was irked at the man's rudeness she did not find it enough to potentially kill him over -though she was sure Myranda only had intended to 'knock' some politeness into him. The widow knew the blow could have killed him. Unless he really was something more than human. She really did not think about that. Attacking one's traveling companions just would not do. But her glance next to Shade held a look of soft disappointment only mothers seemed to be able to manage. Twice over: once for his rude insult and again for his empty apology. Apologies should mean something in Trel's opinion. But... She sighed softly thinking about it ...at least empty ones can attempt to bridge gaps better than the lack of them...

It was not as reassuring a thought as she would have hoped.

Pulling a leg up under her while waiting for everyone to get settled she spoke to Myr as if the GaiaCom were right beside her though she was not. She knew the android's sensitive sound receptors would pick it up regardless. "Myr... how fast can this go?" Perhaps they could determine how long it would take them to at least reach their next destination -the Imperial City Shoichi as Harayaharu restated conveniently.

"Well... on flat terrain I wouldn't want to push it much past 70mph." The cool artificial voice came through the walls of the carriage easily though the walls muffled it somewhat, though not enough to soften the surprisingly human sharpness of residual fury in her tone. In fact her voice itself gave nothing away on its own that the mechanical human was anything other than human. "That might not be best for you or the countryside however, and could draw unwanted attention as well." Those outside would be able to see the black skinned witch shrug her bare shoulders unfeelingly. "We'll be getting there quicker than if the bunch of you walked so I really don't see the point." She did actually, but was still seething and so would be more verbally irritated even than normal.