Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

She shrugs. "At the moment, I don't have any plans," she admits. "I lost track of the day when we went to go capture Aya."

[Carthrat]

"Well, we've got six hours before I'll even think of eating again," replies Carthrat. "Six hours, no commitments. Geez. I'm not used to this much free time."

[Anastasia]

"Maybe I should take a nap, though," Rachel says, glancing down at the couch. "If there isn't anything left to do. I spent a fair bit of mystical energy in the last hour."

[Carthrat]

"If you say so," replies Carthrat, dubiously. "I think.. I'll watch that Aya woman," he continues. "She obviously has no clue what she's doing. I wonder how long it'll be before someone else tries for her.."

[Anastasia]

"Heh, like a guardian angel," she teases, as she stretches out on the couch. "Make sure she doesn't get run over, then."

[Carthrat]

"With the earful she gave me, I'm tempted to just let someone," replies Carthrat, flatly. "Well, have a good one. I'll bring back some wine."

He excuses himself, activates his oh-so-useful cloaking device, and heads out to hang around outside the apartment of one Aya..

[Anastasia]

The now cloaked Carthrat bounds through the hallwasy of the space casino, going to and fro as he finds his way to Aya's apartment. When he arrives, you can hear the sounds of somone loudly and quickly packing inside. There seems to be no concern that the sound of her cases slamming shut will attract attention.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat finds it difficult to repress his jealousy that *she* can leave and *he* can't. It's just not fair!

As there's nothing to be done about it (unless he suddenly discoveres a mean streak) he leans against a nearby wall, amusing himself by thinking about all the cool stuff he'll have on his dream ship when he finally gets it..

Mmm. Third-Level FFT Fusion Core. Yummy.

[Anastasia]

A short while later the door flies open. Aya carries two hand cases as she makes haste away, her face quite worked up.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat drifts after Aya, lamenting that the usual effective of his measured pace- that is, with his cloak so long, and his step so light, it makes him look like he's gliding- is lost when he's using his cloaking device..

[Anastasia]

Like a scared child, she makes haste to the space port. She's heading to her ship in quite a hurry.

"I don't care about that," she snaps when an offical mentions that she won't get refunded for already paid port fees. "I need to leave NOW."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat glances around for any kind of detection device that will reveal his cloaked status.

[Anastasia]

The security check point just ahead probably would, you note. That's the only overwhelming danger, unless they have incredibly expensive and advanced cameras.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat decides to trail the walking cashcow until she reaches the checkpoint, from whereon she'll be relatively safe.

[Anastasia]

Aya reaches the checkpoint in a rushed haste, dragging her bags through it as quickly as possible. Once past, you see her almost sprinting towards where her ship is.