Maybe they should show up together, bickering across the old west leaving a trail asskicking in their wake?<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>The wagon progressed down the dusty road, it's occupants frustrated at how long this trip was taking.<br/><br/>"I hope we get to Clearwater by tommorrow, i have an appointment to keep!" Said one gentleman in a flustery voice, when the wagon stopped "What is it now, some blather about the horse needing to drink again i suppose..." it was at this point that the door to the wagon was torn off with a splintering crunch.<br/><br/>Standing outside the door, in front of the shocked travellers, were two women. One was holding the door in her bare hands, and casually broke it in half with a flex of her wrists, tossing the halves aside. She was dressed in a simple well worn dress, slightly dusty from the road. The other was an oriental girl, and flamboyantly dressed with a cheeky smile on her face. It was her who jumped up to the open doorframe and smiled at the occupants<br/>"Gentlemen and Ladies." she said, shifting her balance slightly "It has come to our attention that you are transporting illicit goods to Clearwater. Just hand them over to us for disposal and destruction, and i promise that this will be the last you hear about the matter from us. The travellers just sat there, amazed at this odd pair<br/>"I refuse to hand over my goods!" one man said, standing in the carriage "I am a perfectly legitimate businessman..." the chineese girls sash flicked up, slapping him in the face with a crack<br/>"Then don't protest." she scanned the occupants, then smiled as her eyes rested on a woman in white furs "Ah, you." The woman outside sighed<br/>"Hurry up Chou, I want us to spend as little time as possible here."<br/>"Right you are Farm Girl." said the trickster, who grabbed the woman by the collar and with a practiced martial arts throw flung her out of the carriage. The farmers daughter slapped the rear end of one of the horses, which made it gallop off, much to the surprise of the driver and the rich occupants.<br/><br/>They didn't see what happened between the three women, but they heard the roar as well as sounds of battle. A little while later, they saw a chunk of white furred flesh fall from the sky by the road with a "Smack!". None of them said anything, nor would they ever, except during times of extreme drunkeness.<br/><br/>The monkey girl pulled the daughter of the messenger god out of the steaming carcass, sticking out her tongue "Do you always have to make such a big mess?" she said, wiping the purple goo off her hand. The taller woman sighed and sheathed her sword, the purple mess dripping off of every inch of her body. A huge white furred mass lay in the middle of the road, the third woman was nowhere to be seen.<br/>"Do you always have to mess around. Come on, let's find a stream to clean up in, then i'll piggyback you to clearwater and you can find some nice ruffians to rob." She put her hands under the carcass, grunted, and slowly hefted it up above her head. The trickster bounded up and landed on top with effortless agility "And find somewhere to bury this."<br/>"Can't i try and rob something more challenging? Like the bank, or the sherrif?"<br/>"Only if it turns out like it did in Blackstone. What that lawman thought he was doing with titanforged weapons i'll never know."<br/>"And can we go to a bar? I promise i won't get drunk this time."<br/>"Not if i can keep you in my sight..." The odd pair wandered off into the dust of the desert, the lower womans footsteps thudding under the weight, while the higher one pelted her with endless questions.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Something like that say?