Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

"Fuck you," she snaps, quite irate at the news about her ship, not to mention that she's about to be traded for credits. "Fucking police shit dogs," she accuses.

Rachel sends you a quick glance, mouthing 'should I press harder or just let her sit?' or thatabouts.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat yawns, drinking a little more of that coffee.

[Anastasia]

Rachel represses a sigh, turning her attention over to the woman.

"Now, Aya," she starts. "When we get down to it, we are interested mainly in your ship. Your bounty is small change to us; the ship is the prize."

Aya looks at Rachel with undisguised hatred, throughly angry. "If you're coopertive with us on this, perhaps my friend can be persuaded," Rachel motions to Carthrat with a hand, "to be more leinent with your deposition?"

Rachel pauses, for Aya to respond and for Carthrat as well.

[Carthrat]

"Actually, I'm more interested in how someone clever enough to pull off Grand Larceny is stupid enough to fall for my idiotic trick," replies Carthrat, curiously. "I mean, in all honesty, I expected to have to beat you around a bit, but, like, *man*, you sucked!"

[Anastasia]

In a voice that almost freezes the air due to being so icy, "You got...lucky," she growls. "Nothing but a pair of lucky shitheap bounty hunters. And you're crazy if you think I'm going to help you with my ship."

[Carthrat]

"Geez, someones friendly," replies Carthrat. "I might just shoot you. I certainly don't need the money, and it wouldn't be worth my time for you to get out of prison and have you come after me."

[Anastasia]

She just stares at you coldly, anger raging beneath her frozen exterior. "Fuck. You.

Do it, then. You're nothing but a bunch of thieves working in the loopholes of the law, anyway. Make it kidnapping and theft with a side of cold blooded murder."

[Carthrat]

"My, my. Taking the moral high ground, eh?" replies Carthrat, curiously.

[Anastasia]

"Said the criminal," she mocks. Her anger is rising, and her forced coldness is giving way to real emotion. "Go ahead, use your force to make right and ruin my life."

[Carthrat]

"So what *was* your Grand Larceny, anyway?" replies Carthrat. "And, like, yeah. You could beat me. Any day of the week. I just got LUCKY. Yeah, that *must* be it."

[Anastasia]

"None of your fucking business," she says with a fair bit of volume and force. "What, you want trade secrets, thief?"

As you talk, you notice Rachel has begun to murmur alien words and tonguetwisters, crushing something in her curled up fist.

[Carthrat]

"I might make it my business," replies Carthrat, yawning. "Oh, heck. Rachel, imagine what they'd say.

"Criminal takes Moral High Ground against Tanewaki Carthrat! Nobody Cares!"

[Anastasia]

"...Yyariy Baraiwx....Selena, let your...." Rachel says softly, only fragments of her words audible.

"I would imagine it would be a comedy piece just before the end of the local news," she says, smiling a bit. "Instead of a story about a dog who narrowly avoided dying in the kennel."

Aya stares ahead at you still, furious. She shows no unusual reaction to your name.

[Carthrat]

"Well, whatever," replies Carthrat, waiting for Rachels awesome magic to take form.

[Anastasia]

Rachel stands, still smiling. "Now, Aya.

I see your fear now. You are so afraid, so terrified. Losing your ship after all you did to get it is intolerable."

As Rachel speaks, the color drains from Aya's face, giving her the visage of a ghost.

"What was it? Your grandfather died for that ship, and you took it back from that rich merchant? I see," she smiles slightly. "It's alright, we'll take good care of it for you."

Her face, which was pale before, is bone white now. "Y...you....bitch...."