Calibrations (Mariana/open)

[Mamimi Raharu]

"Obviously," Mamimi shot back, pointing her guitar at Mariana. "Dinky little thing like you couldn't fight if you tried. You gotta be awesome and strong, like me! You're totally compensating for something, girl~"

Her lips twisted into a scowl, and her fingers twitched, as if she were going to smack the Ooccan with her guitar. "I don't got a problem walkin' there, miss Mariablah, I'm more concerned about what the hell you wanna get out of there. What if the thingamajig you're lookin' for's a giant robot thingie? Whatcha gonna do then, huh?"

Mamimi's gaze snapped from Mariana to Alistair, and her fingers automatically went to stroke her imaginary beard as she studied the supposed warrior. "I like you, kid," she suddenly declared, grinning at the teen and clapping him on the shoulder. "We'll get along just fine~"

She didn't really care about the Gerudo woman, as long as she didn't get in the way of her awesomeness.

[Mariana]

Mariana gritted her teeth at Mamimi's retort.
"I'd just LOVE to see that guitar of yours up against a Darknut." she blew back, heady with logical thoughts that would likely be defied by the general mania that seemed to power this girl. Her eyes narrowed once more, her hand jostling the bowcannon upwards slightly, vaguely in Mamimi's direction.

"If it's a giant robot THINGIE then I'll just make it work BEFORE I take it. It's not beyond me to make machines work, unlike yourself." she remarked, her voice incredibly thick with loathing. She'd only known this girl a grand total of 5 minutes and already she despised her to the point where she wouldn't care if she got sucked up in a sandstorm and took half their supplies with her.

"And as for transport..." she said, turning to Alistair. "See if you can get that carriage. However I'll be utilizing my own means of transport..." as she said this, she deliberately spread her wings out, rather conveniently sending one outwards at Mamimi. Though the hope was to smack her across the face with her wings, the alternative intent was to show she would intend to fly over the desert. Of course, she seemed full of pride about showing her wings off.

[ALISTAIR LUOR]

Girls, girls, you're both pretty. Alistair lightly tapped his foot on the ground as he listened to two of his... erm... party members bicker. He just hoped that it wouldn't carry into serious situations, like a battle. He tensed up a bit as Mamimi's hand hit his shoulder. "Thanks... I guess." He said, laughing lightly and awkwardly.

"However I'll be utilizing my own means of transport..."

"Um... don't you think it would be best if you were to ride with us? You're the only one that knows exactly where to go..." He knew that problem could be easily fixed if the Ooccan had flown in front of the carriage, but honestly he didn't want to be left alone with the crazy energetic Mamimi and Ruma, who he suspected didn't like him all that much. "Also, it might be dangerous there, and the last thing you need is to be tired after a flight. You could be putting yourself in danger."

[ruma]

Ruma still wasn't sure about this party. Mariana seemed competent enough, but Mamimi was a bit of a nutcase, and Alistair was...male.

"Mariana if we head out into the desert and a sandstorm hits, you might have some trouble staying airborne, not to mention you'll get sand in your feathers. You'd be better off in the caravan, but that's just my opinion." She did have a nice set of wings though. She'd always wanted to fly, but alas she was Gerudo, and that was why the airship was so important to her.

[Mamimi Raharu]

Okay, this chick was really pissing her off. And you know what happens when Mamimi gets pissed off? People get knocked unconscious. She had half a mind to inform the smart-ass Ooccan chick of this fact, but then she figured, what the hay. She'd learn from experience, right?

"Maybe if you didn't have your head so goddamn far up your ass you'd realize that this isn't just a guitar, genius," Mamimi spat, gesturing to the bottom of Haruko, where the peg for a strap would normally be. What was actually there looked a lot like the peg, so Mamimi wasn't overly surprised that Mariablurg didn't realize, but she wanted to rub it in the chick's face anyway. The contraption had a metallic gleam to it, and it was about twice the size of your typical peg. "Maybe if I toast ya, it'd sink into your oversized head that the rest of the goddamn population isn't made up of friggin' morons."

Mamimi snorted in disbelief when she said that'd she'd make it work. Stupid girl. "You can't make things work if you don't have the right damn parts to make it work. Y'damn arrtard, you don't even know what's gonna be in the friggin' place! And people say I don't think ahead." She rolled her eyes yet again, but luckily she got her gaze focused right to dodge the stupid chick's wings; she darted towards Alistair, accidentally knocking him with her guitar. After mouthing an apology in his direction, she went back to glaring at Mariablurglebluh.

"Moron," she muttered, her lips twisting into a scowl. "Goin' on with all this sciencey mumbo-jumbo and you don't even stop to use basic common sense."