The Shams meets The Rance

So Kenza and I were talking over a little skit. xD Her harr coughs character, Shams, meets my idiotic Rance. So I wrote a little story (and it turned out so long... O_o) and drew some minis. okay anyways. :P

And then there's Kenza's character Fariza too. xD

one is a stupid flirt and the other doesn't care about a thing. except coffee xD 

hmm braids. >:)

this is stupid sorry. ;-;

don't judge my car-drawing skills, they're bad, I know. xD

and Shams don't want anything to do with this.

i forgot the music symbols, but there's supposed to be music pouring out of the limo. xD

if he was actually considerate and didn't purposely dump it on the poor driver.

this is so stupid, i'm sorry. x'D this is what ranciodo was thinking about in his head. obviously his mom read him too many witch bedtime stories as a kid. 

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The story:

Shams had had enough of Fariza's nagging. It was her fault she was late and yet he was still the one who was blamed for her not getting home on time. Was he ever going to be in trouble. The limousine zoomed through the streets, causing quite a commotion in traffic. Not that Shams was concerned, though. He only had his mind on his work, with music and Fariza blaring in the background. He didn't want to listen to her. After all, he wasn't being paid to put up with her, he was just paid to drive her around and get her home to Daddy. Daddy's little girl, and she was in the seat right next to him, to make things worse. Her voice all but a blur to his ears as he flicked his dark hair back and adjusted his sunglasses while sliding the wheel over. He reached across to pull the lever to adjust gears, and the limo went faster. "Shams. SHAMS!" Fariza's voice finally made its way into his eardrum, pounding inside all of a sudden, grating and loud. "What did you do?!"
He raised an eyebrow from behind the dark sunglasses, not getting what she meant. Abruptly, the limo felt light. It was as if on air... and it was! The vehicle was indeed, defying all logic, flying! Fast, free, and... and just downright flying?! Shams stepped on the brakes, thinking it was his own imagination -- maybe he shouldn't have drank all that coffee this morning! Wait... does coffee...? No. No! It was really flying! "Stop this thing Shams, what is wrong with the limo!?" Fariza exploded. Then Shams remembered the lever. He looked down. He'd pulled the wrong lever! This one wasn't for the gears. He hadn't recalled seeing it before. As fast as it had begun, the flying stopped. The limousine was floating now, just gently, slowly, coming to a stop and landing on a mountain ledge. The engine suddenly went out, and with it the music. Shams automatically toned out Fariza's angry words and tried to re-start the car multiple times, but to no avail. He cursed in his head and opened the door to step out. "Are you even listening to me!?" Fariza exclaimed as he slammed the door shut and walked out. This was a strange place. They'd suddenly arrived at... a mountain top?
"I think we're lost. This isn't the way back home." Shams said, mostly to himself (but to Fariza too), "Ugh, your dad could fire me!"
"He'd have a right to!" She replied, stepping out of the car, "You got us into this! Now, have you figured out where we are?"
Shams removed his sunglasses slowly, and turned around. The air was slightly tight, but the sky was blue and the clouds were defined. The sun was hot.
"Ugh! Get the car started and get us back home, Shams!" Fariza said, "See what happens when you go over the speed limit?!"
"It's not the speed limit, the lever in the car did that. I think." Shams said while trying to start the car again. "The engine's dead."
"Of course it would." Fariza scoffed, leaning on the limo, "I mean, we practically were going at three hundred miles an hour through the air. I'm not surprised. You finally ruined the limo permanently!"
"Call your dad and tell him what happened so he won't kill me for being late."
But Fariza had already tried, and there was no service in the area, to make things worse.
"Yeah." Shams simply said, pocketing the keys and scratching the back of his head. "Looks like we're stranded."
"Where, exactly?"
"I don't know. But we won't find out anything just standing here, right?" he started walking towards the ledge. Fariza blinked and took off after him. There appeared to be what looked like a ship behind the clouds, parked on the mountain. "You think there's someone there who could help us?" The girl asked, shielding her eyes from the sun. "It looks like... some weird type of ship."
Shams shrugged and put on his sunglasses again. He wished he could have saved at least some coffee in the car. Walking by itself was boring and flavor-less. And he had the nagging girl at his heels, if that wasn't enough. They were still aways from the ship when a tall man passed right in front of them, carrying firewood.
"Excuse me," Fariza said to the stranger, pulling on Shams's sleeve to stop him, "My chauffeur and I are lost. Can you help us?"
The stranger, who appeared to be about six foot five, had black hair tied in a long ponytail and striking green eyes, smiled. "Oh! You two must be our awaited guests!"
Shams raised an eyebrow again. Really? "Are you serious?" he said.
"Sure. Sure I'm serious." the stranger smirked, "I'm always serious! You two... um wear weird clothes and you look weird, so you must be the awaited guests! Uhh... the girl-witch and the broom!"
"Wait, what?" Fariza had never looked so confused, "What do you mean?"
"Ah, M'lady!" The stranger did a little bow, "Your beauty far surpasses any I've seen, even at your young age. Fine lady. Well it's great to see you after so long!"
Fariza and Shams exchanged puzzled glances. What in the world was wrong with this man? They were sure neither of them have ever met him.
"Oh, I'm Rance by the way." The man said, taking Fariza's hand suddenly and shaking it. "I'm the First Elite from the Scavenger, if you've heard of it."
The girl shook her head, still confused.  Shams sighed. So much for wanting to find help.
"No? No? Ah. Alright. You're from a different land after all, I can't expect you to know everything. So how did you get here, if I may ask?"
"Our limo flew through the sky," Fariza said. "It sounds crazy, but it's true. Shams likes to go fast. He never listens to me. But he's the son of the Light Power, so."
"Ah sure, that makes sense." Rance smiled. Though he didn't really understand what she meant. What in the world was a limo? Oh! She probably meant Shams, her broom, likes going fast and somehow bought her here! Ah, alright, that does makes sense then.
"Look, if you're not going to help us, we might as well find someone who will." Shams said sternly. "I should have brought her home ten minutes ago."
"Ah, the broom speaks, Miss?" Rance asked. "Splendid! Can you turn him back into an actual broom? You flew on him here, right? And now you turned him into a person so you won't be lonely?"
"I-I'm not a witch, actually." Fariza said, "I'm--"
"He looks sturdy! How long do you usually fly before he gives out?"
Shams was utterly offended, but he didn't show it. After all, this guy looked like he was stupid, so why should he care? He would have taken it rather well too, if the firewood didn't come clanking down on him. "I want to make sure you can turn into a broom." was the only explanation. "Ah... tea anyone?"
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Fariza woke up to sunlight tickling her nose through her silk fuchsia curtains. She was in bed, and judging by the time, late for breakfast. "What an odd dream." she thought to herself. She fixed the bed, changed, and padded sleepily through the doorway. When she arrived to the table after washing up, she found Shams sipping his coffee, as usual, and her dad eating. After exchanging good mornings around the table (with Shams only mumbling, of course), Fariza settled into a chair as Naomi handed her a mug of cocoa. She decided she was not going to mention the strange dream, especially because Shams probably wouldn't care. "How many levers does the limo have, Shams?" she asked, lifting the mug to her lips. The chauffeur downed the rest of his cup and re-filled it. "That's a stupid question. Are you sure you're asking the right thing? Or are you asking because you want me to drive on the slowest speed -- as slow as you are?"
"Something like that, yeah." Fariza grinned, "I was thinking we need to buy a limo that has only one speed -- 30 MPH at most. That way, we won't have to worry about the limo flying and you getting buried in firewood."
While Fariza's dad let out a good laugh, Shams frowned indifferently and continued sipping his black coffee. Heavens, the patience it takes to put up with this girl.

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yeah well that's all. :P

Shams and Fariza belong to +kenza 365  :'D
this was fun, although I'm sure there are still some mistakes in my writing. ;-;