[ Claude puts a hand over his eyes, miming looking around as though he wants to sight see. And then he tip toes in place, putting a hand over his mouth as if to say, "be quiet" before
actually tip toeing around, making a show of not hiding his curiosity.
First of all, why is the performer assuming leadership? And what's this clown doing, acting like a mime? What is Claude even trying to convey? Sieghart feels like he's aged another hundred years in the span of ten seconds. This is worse than the time he had to twist an alligator for its tears.
Despite his disbelief with the situation, he remains silent in order to give Catra room to speak.]
[she has the parachutes though, and-- in realizing that it'd be more in character for Sieghart the airman to hold them-- she slips them off her shoulder and shoves them into his hands as she pushes (roughly) past Claude and Sakyou to take over the conversation]
Hey. Ignore them; they're kind of airheaded. Entertainers, right?
[waves a hand I'M SO SORRY TO SAKYOU AND CLAUDE]
[her gaze sweeps across the ship Impey (ORANGE GUY) gestured to, eyes narrowed in a critical way as her tail flicks]
Nice ship. What are the specs, though? I don't want to fly on anything but the best.
[Impey is an idiot, so he will actually try to mimic the mime, which is nonsense. He presses a finger to his lips and his gaze follows Claude in slight confusion before he straightens up when Catra talks to him.]
Oh, of course!! It's our latest and greatest model, naturally! The engine is the fastest that we've got, and the rooms are only the top luxuries available! Not to mention we got the buffet lined up all like you asked for, ma'am!
Let's get going then, though - they're really hurrying us along so we're on schedule!
[and Impey will try to round them all up to head onto the wrong ship! Uh-oh spaghetti-os.]
[This is indeed in-character for them, but Sieghart groans inwardly when Catra shoves the parachutes onto him. He hates labor. Up they go over his left shoulder.
He largely ignores Impey's attempt at herding them. At the same time he's careful to stay close to the others.]
[Catra also swiftly side-steps Impey's attempts at herding them towards the airship, scoffing a bit as she does so]
Oh, great. I am famished, and I bet my posse is too.
[gesturing to Sakyou and Sieghart and Claude]
But if you got that message, did you totally miss the other one? The one where I asked to pick out my ship personally? We might be on a time crunch, but some things I can't afford to skimp on.
The last time I let some losers pick my ship for me we almost wound up stranded on a deserted island; I'm not risking that happening again.
Deserted island?! Yikes! We're just going to Vegas!
[same thing.
but it's so funny that Catra is allowing all this to happen, and no one is moving. They're just having a conversation with Impey, which is questionable because around now is when the double-doors on the other end of the hangar open.
Clowns walk in. Like an actual group of clowns. They walk up, talking about how they're ready for their sick vacay to Vegas, and then they lock eyes with this group of dos clowns, a furry exec, and Sieghart.
Impey squints.] This is a lot more clowns than I expected.
[I'm giving you all one tag round to decide your next move.]
[THINGS ARE BAD AND JUST KEEP GETTING WORSE IN THIS HOUSE.
He glances around the group and over toward the clowns that have walked in. Hm. Impey may be dumb but surely this group of clowns wouldn't believe it if they tried to be like "AH OUR LONG-LOST CLOWN BRETHREN... WE REUNITE ONCE MORE".
So, uh. Well. He apparently decides now's the time to just fuckin try gently skirting off to the side of the group so he can get in a good position to fullbody tackle Impey and get him into a headlock with his otome arms of steel. why'd yall let me go first]
Completely ignoring Sakyou, Claude lunges forward to grab Catra since he'd conveniently snuck up behind her, whipping out his dagger to hold at her neck. ]
Nobody move, or I'll slice her throat.
[ And then, please play along Catra, as he starts to inch toward the end of the hangar, jerking his head toward Sieghart. ]
[Sieghart's eyes narrow as he whips his head from the clowns to Claude. He, too, ignores Sakyou, because it's not part of his character to care about a confused performer.]
Fine.
[He approaches the duo.
From an outsider's point of view, he's a disgruntled bodyguard who wishes to keep his charge safe. In reality, he's a disgruntled party member who's now coming to terms that nobody here is on the same wavelength and he'll be damned if they survive this round.]
[the moment that group of Vegas-loving clowns had walked in, Catra's mental gymnastics had taken her through scenario after scenario. send off Impey on a useless errand, use the excuse that she's checking out other ships not to follow him, head off the group of clowns, lie to them and take them to an empty ship, knock them out to get them out of the way, steal airship, go home, make out with Adora--]
[no wait that last one is not part of the plan]
[but anyway. before she can even put this plan into action, Claude moves with one of his own, cold steel pressed against her throat. and while it is not!! a bad plan!! at all!!]
[she moves on instinct]
[and plays along by whipping around and trying to punch him in the face]
everyone here is ignoring Sakyou and Impey's in a headlock. I don't know how to tell you this but Impey is also a superpowered vampire (yea) with otome strength despite his noodleass arms which means that they're about to duke it out. They're wrestling.
Anyway aside from them.
The clowns stop, because they're startled by this turn of events. However. What's happened now is that Catra has left the gatling gun unattended because she is being threatened and carried off, which means that one of the clowns is going to - when Catra goes to punch Claude - make a break for the gatling gun in her place.
WELL THEY'RE WRESTLING OVER HERE SO SINCE HE'S BUSY HAVING AN OTOME NOODLE ARMS SMACKDOWN HE CAN'T GO FOR THE GATLING GUN. GOOD LUCK YALL HOLY SHIT. At least this gives him a place to air out some of his pent up fury and aggression sorry Impey, maybe they will both kill each other.]
He's basically just going to jam the butt of the dagger into her ribs, her punch glancing off his chin before he disengages and just fucking, tries to whip her at the ship in the hopes she can get a head start on getting the stupid thing moving.
And then he runs toward the ship, yelling to Sieghart on the way, ] Get the gun!
[Claude doesn't have to tell him twice. Leaving a gatling gun, of all things, to a surprise guest can't be good for them. It's also right there, so he takes a step back and simply sticks a foot out to trip the clown, then grabs the gun without stopping to watch the clown's descent.
Goddesses above, why is he carrying so many things? Is this how children treat their elders these days?
He throws his head over his shoulder to shout:]
Sakyou! We're leaving!
[And that's all he offers before bolting for the target airship.]
[GOD. the punch had been pure instinct, but Claude's intention is clear as he jabs her in the ribs and whips her around. time to abort plan PRETEND TO BE DIPLOMATS AND ENTERTAINERS, and adopt plan MAKE A FUCKIN' RUN FOR IT]
[she snarls as she begins to bolt herself, though she doesn't go immediately for the airship at the end of the hanger. she is aiming for the clown that is trying to steal their precious gatling gun, bolting on all fours-- as cats do-- and shouting as she does so]
Move!
[SHE WIL KNOCK THIS CLOWN OVER SO HELP HER]
[eta: ALSO TO MAKE IT CLEAR I PROMISE SHE'S GOING FOR THE SHIP IN THE END SHE'S JUST GOING THROUGH A CLOWN TO GET THERE, I'M SOBBING]
Though it's not without some floundering - the intention was to get the gatling gun in the first place, so they have to get at least one shot in. The trigger gets pulled and one round of bullets gets fired before it's released. Catra gets shot in the leg, but in this line of fire, Sakyou manages to get the worst of it. Bullets rip through him and Sieghart can grab the still warm gun once that's done.
Claude dashes toward the airship at the end - it's a clear path from here! A ramp leads to the airship, letting them board. Though some loud alarms will start to blare as someone finally recognizes the sudden emergency of cleath (clown death). You'll all really have to bolt if you want to make it.
Well. Probably all of you except Sakyou at this point.]
[I MEAN HE'S DEFINITELY NOT SURVIVING TAKING A DIRECT HIT FROM A GATLING GUN AT GROUND ZERO RANGE BUT HE'LL BE DAMNED IF HE DOESN'T DIE WITHOUT KEEPING IMPEY IN A HEADLOCK OUT OF SHEER SPITE. Impey's probably shot too but it's fine. Well anyway bye, remember him as he lived: tiny and full of anger.]
[ Claude hears the gun to off, but he doesn't turn back. Someone needs to get on the ship and clear a path for their escape, and it might as well be him.
So he's running on as fast as he can, and he did read a little about vehicles after his failure with the tractor so he's...
Looking for a pedal how do you start this thing. ]
[He runs. He runs, because the alarms are blaring and that means they don't have much time left. But he soon skids to a stop when he hears the sound of struggling and turns around to take stock of Catra's condition.
In the distance he also sees Sakyou, who's a terrible mess of bullets and blood, but he knows how guns work. There's no way Sakyou is surviving that, if he isn't already dead. As much as it angers him, they have to go.]
We don't have any more time. Hurry!
[He all but tosses Catra onto his shoulder—she'll have to find purchase herself, and he'll ignore any complaint she hisses his way—then readjusts his grip on the gatling gun with the parachutes secured and sprints for the airship. His legs are as strong as his arms; he can make it, even with all the added weight on his person.
There's no time, so he shouts for Claude as soon as he hits the ramp.]
[. . . she's too late, and the clown reaches the gatling gun before she can bowl him over. pain explodes in her leg as bullets also explode in the air around her, and she is sent skidding across the ground as the injury wipes her off her feet. with a pained hiss, she pushes herself up again, lifting her gaze just in time to see-- Sakyou]
[Sakyou, falling to the ground coated in blood and riddled with holes. Sakyou, one of very few people who understood the stand she was trying to take during trial and had spoken up about it. which. . . for Catra, probably meant more than it would have for anyone else]
[she shouts a strangled word, staring in horror, something hot stinging the corners if her eyes]
[. . . she knows better than to linger. she knows if she does, she'll wind up like Sakyou, and she-- she can't]
[so when Sieg scoops her up, she digs her claws into his shoulder for purchase and allows herself to be carried off, even if her gaze stays affixed on Sakyou's body as they run. the pain in her leg is white hot, but she ignores it, pushes past it, even as blood drips down her ankle]
[when they reach the airship, she barks out sharply--]
I can-- I can fly this thing. Put me down and I'll get it up and running.
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actually tip toeing around, making a show of not hiding his curiosity.
Hopefully he looks innocent? He hates this. ]
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First of all, why is the performer assuming leadership? And what's this clown doing, acting like a mime? What is Claude even trying to convey? Sieghart feels like he's aged another hundred years in the span of ten seconds. This is worse than the time he had to twist an alligator for its tears.
Despite his disbelief with the situation, he remains silent in order to give Catra room to speak.]
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Hey. Ignore them; they're kind of airheaded. Entertainers, right?
[waves a hand I'M SO SORRY TO SAKYOU AND CLAUDE]
[her gaze sweeps across the ship Impey (ORANGE GUY) gestured to, eyes narrowed in a critical way as her tail flicks]
Nice ship. What are the specs, though? I don't want to fly on anything but the best.
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Oh, of course!! It's our latest and greatest model, naturally! The engine is the fastest that we've got, and the rooms are only the top luxuries available! Not to mention we got the buffet lined up all like you asked for, ma'am!
Let's get going then, though - they're really hurrying us along so we're on schedule!
[and Impey will try to round them all up to head onto the wrong ship! Uh-oh spaghetti-os.]
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But hey it's not his job, he's just the performer. DIPLOMACY THEIR WAY OUT OF IT, CATRA!! He will just follow along for now.]
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And he quietly slides behind Catra, as if to shield himself from her vitriol. ]
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He largely ignores Impey's attempt at herding them. At the same time he's careful to stay close to the others.]
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Oh, great. I am famished, and I bet my posse is too.
[gesturing to Sakyou and Sieghart and Claude]
But if you got that message, did you totally miss the other one? The one where I asked to pick out my ship personally? We might be on a time crunch, but some things I can't afford to skimp on.
The last time I let some losers pick my ship for me we almost wound up stranded on a deserted island; I'm not risking that happening again.
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[same thing.
but it's so funny that Catra is allowing all this to happen, and no one is moving. They're just having a conversation with Impey, which is questionable because around now is when the double-doors on the other end of the hangar open.
Clowns walk in. Like an actual group of clowns. They walk up, talking about how they're ready for their sick vacay to Vegas, and then they lock eyes with this group of dos clowns, a furry exec, and Sieghart.
Impey squints.] This is a lot more clowns than I expected.
[I'm giving you all one tag round to decide your next move.]
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He glances around the group and over toward the clowns that have walked in. Hm. Impey may be dumb but surely this group of clowns wouldn't believe it if they tried to be like "AH OUR LONG-LOST CLOWN BRETHREN... WE REUNITE ONCE MORE".
So, uh. Well. He apparently decides now's the time to just fuckin try gently skirting off to the side of the group so he can get in a good position to fullbody tackle Impey and get him into a headlock with his otome arms of steel. why'd yall let me go first]
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Completely ignoring Sakyou, Claude lunges forward to grab Catra since he'd conveniently snuck up behind her, whipping out his dagger to hold at her neck. ]
Nobody move, or I'll slice her throat.
[ And then, please play along Catra, as he starts to inch toward the end of the hangar, jerking his head toward Sieghart. ]
And you, come with me.
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Fine.
[He approaches the duo.
From an outsider's point of view, he's a disgruntled bodyguard who wishes to keep his charge safe. In reality, he's a disgruntled party member who's now coming to terms that nobody here is on the same wavelength and he'll be damned if they survive this round.]
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[OH MY GOD]
[OH MY GOD!!!]
[the moment that group of Vegas-loving clowns had walked in, Catra's mental gymnastics had taken her through scenario after scenario. send off Impey on a useless errand, use the excuse that she's checking out other ships not to follow him, head off the group of clowns, lie to them and take them to an empty ship, knock them out to get them out of the way, steal airship, go home, make out with Adora--]
[no wait that last one is not part of the plan]
[but anyway. before she can even put this plan into action, Claude moves with one of his own, cold steel pressed against her throat. and while it is not!! a bad plan!! at all!!]
[she moves on instinct]
[and plays along by whipping around and trying to punch him in the face]
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everyone here is ignoring Sakyou and Impey's in a headlock. I don't know how to tell you this but Impey is also a superpowered vampire (yea) with otome strength despite his noodleass arms which means that they're about to duke it out. They're wrestling.
Anyway aside from them.
The clowns stop, because they're startled by this turn of events. However. What's happened now is that Catra has left the gatling gun unattended because she is being threatened and carried off, which means that one of the clowns is going to - when Catra goes to punch Claude - make a break for the gatling gun in her place.
Think quick!]
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WELL THEY'RE WRESTLING OVER HERE SO SINCE HE'S BUSY HAVING AN OTOME NOODLE ARMS SMACKDOWN HE CAN'T GO FOR THE GATLING GUN. GOOD LUCK YALL HOLY SHIT. At least this gives him a place to air out some of his pent up fury and aggression sorry Impey, maybe they will both kill each other.]
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He's basically just going to jam the butt of the dagger into her ribs, her punch glancing off his chin before he disengages and just fucking, tries to whip her at the ship in the hopes she can get a head start on getting the stupid thing moving.
And then he runs toward the ship, yelling to Sieghart on the way, ] Get the gun!
[ He doesn't know how to use one so. Bye. ]
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Goddesses above, why is he carrying so many things? Is this how children treat their elders these days?
He throws his head over his shoulder to shout:]
Sakyou! We're leaving!
[And that's all he offers before bolting for the target airship.]
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[she snarls as she begins to bolt herself, though she doesn't go immediately for the airship at the end of the hanger. she is aiming for the clown that is trying to steal their precious gatling gun, bolting on all fours-- as cats do-- and shouting as she does so]
Move!
[SHE WIL KNOCK THIS CLOWN OVER SO HELP HER]
[eta: ALSO TO MAKE IT CLEAR I PROMISE SHE'S GOING FOR THE SHIP IN THE END SHE'S JUST GOING THROUGH A CLOWN TO GET THERE, I'M SOBBING]
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Though it's not without some floundering - the intention was to get the gatling gun in the first place, so they have to get at least one shot in. The trigger gets pulled and one round of bullets gets fired before it's released. Catra gets shot in the leg, but in this line of fire, Sakyou manages to get the worst of it. Bullets rip through him and Sieghart can grab the still warm gun once that's done.
Claude dashes toward the airship at the end - it's a clear path from here! A ramp leads to the airship, letting them board. Though some loud alarms will start to blare as someone finally recognizes the sudden emergency of cleath (clown death). You'll all really have to bolt if you want to make it.
Well. Probably all of you except Sakyou at this point.]
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So he's running on as fast as he can, and he did read a little about vehicles after his failure with the tractor so he's...
Looking for a pedal how do you start this thing. ]
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In the distance he also sees Sakyou, who's a terrible mess of bullets and blood, but he knows how guns work. There's no way Sakyou is surviving that, if he isn't already dead. As much as it angers him, they have to go.]
We don't have any more time. Hurry!
[He all but tosses Catra onto his shoulder—she'll have to find purchase herself, and he'll ignore any complaint she hisses his way—then readjusts his grip on the gatling gun with the parachutes secured and sprints for the airship. His legs are as strong as his arms; he can make it, even with all the added weight on his person.
There's no time, so he shouts for Claude as soon as he hits the ramp.]
Sakyou's not coming! Go!
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[Sakyou, falling to the ground coated in blood and riddled with holes. Sakyou, one of very few people who understood the stand she was trying to take during trial and had spoken up about it. which. . . for Catra, probably meant more than it would have for anyone else]
[she shouts a strangled word, staring in horror, something hot stinging the corners if her eyes]
NO!!
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[so when Sieg scoops her up, she digs her claws into his shoulder for purchase and allows herself to be carried off, even if her gaze stays affixed on Sakyou's body as they run. the pain in her leg is white hot, but she ignores it, pushes past it, even as blood drips down her ankle]
[when they reach the airship, she barks out sharply--]
I can-- I can fly this thing. Put me down and I'll get it up and running.
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