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Shake coaxes the vehicle into an upward motion, causing the creatures to hold on to their quarry. Executing a perfect barrel-roll spin, he emerges at the sky landing to Vraxeris Manor. A number of other coaches are beginning to unload, so a suitable crowd is bearing witness to the event.

With a loud scrape, Shake manages to land the rocketing vehicle mere feet away from the door. A loud crunching sound as the metal screeches across the landing insures that even those inside the manor are present to the sound. Screams of terrified guests echo this effect as the three combatants jump off of the landed vehicle, and grunt at those inside the coach.

Shake and Switch both jump out of the coach to protect Irirangi.

A solid backhand blow from the Ape's massive paw, to Switch's tiny jaw knocks him down and out of the fight. Shake suffers a cut to his leg, causing him to run around to the other side of the vehicle, to hide.

Ok, it's time for your closeup. Your turn to fend them off. I'd like a good performance to fool the others. You can make a perform check, a bluff check, or a straight up Charisma check, to augment the audience's reaction.

"Weird? Girl, we live in Sharn. Everything is weird here." Shake takes a long haul off of his own cigarette. Sweet smoke fills the cabin, and you begin to realize that he is probably smoking something different than you.

"But I was driving around Lyrandar tower when the crap hit me. I was dropping a client off at the Hideaway, so it coulda dropped from anywhere above there, really. And, I did see some kinda commotion from the tippy top of Lyrandar tower earlier that day. Some fancy vehicle that was. Would love to get my hands on the wheel of that thing..."

Shake seems a little lost in his day dream. He takes control of the skycoach as if it were some kind of racing vehicle. He makes the appropriate sounds as he sends the three of them whizzing at top speed throughout Sharn.

"You see why I keep him around? I lost my own lighter earlier. He's promised to teach me how to do that, but he still hasn't. I think maybe he's afraid I'll learn to be better than hi--" Shake is interrupted by Switch jabbing him in the ribs a little. He lets out a laugh and lets go of the steering in order to poke Switch back. The coach rocks back and forth a little, until Shake takes control again.

"Ok, ok. Sheesh. I guess it's fair. He's wanted to fly one of these things for a long time. But I'm afraid he'll crash it!"

Shake lovingly caresses the side of the coach, his arm out the window. "As for the damage; it happened this morning actually. Some goblin-turd must have been throwing furniture out the window or something. Almost crashed me and my client. He's a good guy, and hasn't tried to sue us yet. I think we're in the clear." Shake takes a long drag off of his cigarette, filling the cabin of the coach with a thick, sweet, smoke. "Some people....some people. It's like they're new to Sharn, or something. You can't throw things out the window, in the city of towers!"

"Either way, when we got this 'special' request from...your mum, I guess...I knew I would be screwed unless I could get my pal here to Switch it up. That being said, if you'd like to arrive in a different manor, let us know. He's pretty good, as long as you describe exactly what you want."

"The cigarette is nothing special," Shake says with a wave of his hand. "As for what I think? I think you should do what you need to do. Sure she's your mum and all, but forcing you to marry some bloke, especially if he's got some problems, doesn't seem cool to me. Let us know if we can help, somehow. I'd hate to think that we were driving you to your doom."

Shake gives Switch a pat on the back; "It's alright. It's alright. You can take a rest, she's cool. Maybe we can think of something better."

Shake and Switch both exchange glances, seemingly thrown off by Iri's request of a cigarette. Shake slows down the coach and fumbles in his pockets, giggling to himself a little. When he finds one, he tosses it behind him.

"Arranged marriage, eh? It sounds like a bore to me. What if he's ugly?", Shake laughs.

"Nervous about what?", Shake closes Iri's door with a slam, oblivious to the delicate nature of the vehicle and it's adornments. Shake climbs into the driver's seat

"There's nothing to be nervous of. We were hired to get you to where you need to go." Shake lights a cigarette, and adds; "In style."

The coach accelerates so quickly that Iri's is thrown back with a little jerk. Shake begins to execute some wild spins and manoeuvres, keeping Iri flat against her seat.

After mending her dress for the third time since she put it on, Iri makes her way to the manor's coach platform. A well dressed boy is waiting by the driver's side of the coach, the bowtie only slightly askew on his powder blue outfit.

The words "Silverstreak Skycoach Company" shone bright on the side of the coach in a magical writing that glowed and pulsed, changing colours in long patterns.

A king's ransom in silk cloth hung from the coach itself, billowing in the wind like so many tapestries. Iri's mother must have spent a considerable amount of her savings getting a coach this ostentatious.

A second individual is in the front passenger seat. He seems to be concentrating quite earnestly on something. It's difficult for Iri to see what, exactly.

"Ah, you must be Miss Biasharan!", the kid chimes in, "I'm Shake, and I'll be your driver tonight. Please, let me help you inside."