Dance Time (before battle)
Prithee! I have a matter to inquire!
Don Quixote suddenly raised her hand.
Inquire.
Verily, I understood the first rule well! What, then, is the second rule?
Good grief... did you really have to go out of your way to ask?
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Vergilius shot a cold stare at Ryōshū, who had just lit a cigarette. She returned the look with an unreadable expression on her face.
Rule number two...
No littering cigarette butts on the bus. They leave burn marks.
... Hah.
The bus falls silent again.
Hold on. The bus shouldn't be this quiet. Where's the engine's roar?
Charon, why aren't you speeding up?
No food. Mephi is hungry.
Good. We could use something to lift the mood.
Could he be suggesting a fuel stop?
The idea of Vergilius casually plugging a fuel nozzle into the bus like some normal person at a pump felt strangely out of place.
A vehicle needs fuel to run.
Charon, try flashing the headlights a bit. Like stage lights.
Mhm, it's dance timey.
Wait a minute. That's like an open invitation for highwaymen to come rob us.
That appears to be the intent.
... Sorry?
I could hear someone pounding against the bus's steel plating outside.
Oi! Leave all ya stuff behind and get off! Y'got 30 seconds! 10! 9!
Ey, you skipped 20 seconds.
Er... Uh... Then 20 seconds fer ya to say yer prayers!
*sigh* Why am I surrounded by dullards left and right?
... What'd you just say?
How cowardly of them to ambush us thus! Verily, they must be villains without a shred of doubt!
Alright, everyone off.
And one more thing - we want them half-dead, not dead. Clear?