Things had been going so well, aside from Martin being late, when some outcast had decided to start talking a bout taxes.
Apparently, the outcast in question was talking about the kind of taxes SHE should be paying HIM.
Several light mortar shots later, the heavily damaged Tridente flew off, with a pack of coursairs in pursuit.
Now where the hell is Bridge.... she thought to herself ........................
About an hour later, although with the teasing it had seemed twice as long for the Poor Lt. Bridge, they arrived at Cambrige just barley in time, although several minutes after the offical starting time.
"Seriously Martin, I know you Bretonians take chivalry seriously, but damnit I got my own ships. I could have just as easily flow here myself. Hell, if I'd gotten the Hinaichago cleard, you could have just docked in the hanger."
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// And Tomoe's Dress. Note: Pic is not Tomoe, just the dress. Minus the flowers. Or that thingey thats draped over her shoulders and goes to the floor.