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(No prob. We starting like the captain never spotted the stowaway?)

(Yeah, let's go with that for now.)

(Gotcha.)

"I don't nap," she informed him. "But the sentiment's appreciated." Wisteria went to the very front of the boat and sat down, her feet hanging off the edge in the sea. It was better than she had imagined, though she'd never thought about it until that day.

(Should we just take care of one narrative now or try to do both at the same time?)

"You're a lot like me it seems." Axl replied as he adjusted his hat, "I need to get a new one... I've had this one since Guns N' Roses released their last album...." He mumbled to himself, wandering around the boat.

(What? @.@ )

The angel rolled her eyes as Axl went off to do whatever. She watched the sea on the front of the ship, legs dangling off and skimmed in the salt water as they went. The sun was heading toward the ocean in the horizon, turning the sky all sorts of colors. She had never taken time to watch the scenery on her missions before.

(I mean do you want to take care of Wisteria's and Axl's plot while also taking care of Marth's and whoever you're gonna use at the same time?)

(Oh, duh. ^^’ Uh, sure. Where will he be?)

(In the nation's capital. I'll throw his starter up in a moment.)

(Kk.)

On the south side of the town, Marth was busy doing about his business. Tracking down someone he had been sent to kill, the pay was nice, so it was worth the long journey out to the port town. Keeping his eye out for the old priest he was sent after, he kept his hand on the sleek blade. "This should be it...I should just look for the abandoned chapel." He said, heading towards it.

Upon entering the chapel, the old priest began to speak, "What brings you here, son? Are you in need of a blessing?" He asked the blue haired warrior, scoffing, "You already know why I'm here. Where the hell did you take my sister, you bastard? Tell me and I won't kill you...probably."

"Your sister? You mean.... W-wait! I'll tell you where she is!" The priest backed away a bit, knowing the wrong answer would get him killed. "Oh, do tell me, please." Marth smiled, drawing his sword as a warning. "I sold her as a slave...though, whether she's still on the auction block is beyond me."

"Wrong answer." Marth smirked, bringing his sword down. "W-Wait.....!" The old priest wasn't able to get much out before his head fell to the ground. "Thanks for the cooperation, you old bastard."

Luck would have it that Marth would've been caught by a guard. "Halt! You must answer for the murder!" Marth dashed, taking off towards the north. A few guards were hot on his trail, one succeeded in hitting his arm with an arrow, grunting, Marth used his Shield Breaker to ward off the guards, he ran as fast as he could, leaving a trail of blood behind him. "D-Dammit...they just won't quit.." He said as the guards continued to approach him.

In a blur of black, red, and grey, something cut down the closest two guards by Marth. They got their throats torn out, and blood rapidly fell to the ground.

A girl with blood-red hair licked her hand which was stained in a red substance, her grin mocking and mischievous. She now stood between them and the blue haired man. Her brown eyes were alight with amusement.

“This is the part where you run away, boys.”

Marth watched her, "W-Where did you come from?" Holding the wound on his arm.

"Stay out of this girl, this is official business. That man you're protecting is wanted for several counts of murder." A few guards raised their lances.

"I appreciate the help, miss... But, it's time we got ourselves out of here."

“I ain’t running with my tail between my legs,” she told Marth, still facing the guards. “These guys don’t know who they’re messing with.”

The teen took a step toward the men, her hand at her side curling to slash at them again. Her nails, not appearing sharp in the least, bit into the armor they wore.

The guard who had spoken to her now had four large scratches in his chest. They weren’t enough to be life-threatening, but showed how weak their armor was compared to her.

(You going to do something on the boat? I have no ideas. ^^’ )

(I've got nothing at all, lmao.)

Marth watched her in amazement, using his sword to help her as much as he could. Eventually, the guards that were still alive fled the scene, knowing full well they would've been killed had they stayed a second longer.

"You're an amazing warrior..." Marth smiled at her, "Thank you for the help..."

She shrugged, watching them go. “It was nothing,” she replied. “I just hate enforcers.” Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “They think they run everything, and get to do whatever they felt like.”

(Want to skip so that Axl and Wisteria are docking in the bay?)

Marth then tried to wrap the wound, failing horribly. "Anyways, had you not appeared then, I probably would've been killed. Mind if I ask your name, miss?"

"Look, I can see the land from here!" Axl shot up excitedly, "Perhaps the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty will be on the island?"

From the distance, they could see a golden poke up through the think jungle.

“Kitkat Draco,” the 19-year-old answered, looking down at her bloody hands. “I had hoped to avoid fighting for one day, but I wasn’t about to let a chance to mess with the authority.”

“You focus on the wrong things,” Wisteria sighed, getting up from where she sat. She went to stand by Axl’s side to see the island with her own eyes.

"Those bastards were after for killing the one that sold my sister." Marth replied, handing her a cloth to wipe the blood off.

"Perhaps it's that, or I'm just too much of a fan of Guns N' Roses." Axl replied, laughing a bit. "Welcome to the Jungle, Wisteria."

(Prepare for the endless Guns N' Roses references )

“Thanks,” the girl told him, using it to clean her hand off. “Well, I hope you find her.”

“I don’t know who or what that means.” Wisteria looked over the island with disinterested eyes. Once you’ve seen a jungle, you’ve seen them all. “Let’s just get this mission done so I can do something useful again.”

"Perhaps you know the ones who own her now..." Marth pulled out a photo of a strange man. "I've been trying to track him down for a few years now, but my search has yielded nothing."

"You're no fun... We've got about five minutes until we reach the port, perhaps I'll show you who those beautiful people are." Axl went back to the cabin, planning to blast his favorite song from the group.