Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131111010415/@comment-7497475-20131128222250

Placing her painting supplies in a crate tied down to the floor, Citrine turned towards her seat. It was occupied. Citrine paused.

''He's in my sniper chair. He's in my sniper chair? Why is he in... Oh, no other seats. Right.''

She walked over and placed Perish in the holster beside the seat, then jumped on Messer's lap. Poking his chest, she stuck her tongue out at him. Her brother called out from the pilot's seat.

"I had a package to pick up! Apparently it wasn't here! As for where we are going, we have a building over near the edge of Vale! Not too far from the Emerald Forest!"

As Iris lifted off the ground, Citrine pulled the belt around her and Messer, securing them both. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she started humming a tune. Waiting for a moment, she pushed the foot rest down. The chair swung out the side of the airjet, and Citrine grabbed Perish. The magazine she had loaded earlier was placed in.

"So, Messer! What else shall we brighten up?"