JUSTIN: * Shane cracks a grin and scoops her up, slinging one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back. "That was easy." He kisses her again as he walks into the foyer, letting her slip back to the floor again when he reaches the door. "Now, let's go redeem our new fortune." He pulls his boots on as quickly as he can and grabs his coat, before stepping outside to untie their pecos.

JENNA: * Jo squawks when he picks her up, though the sound is quickly stifled, and she follows his example in retrieving her boots and cloak, hurrying after him and hopping aboard her bird almost as soon as she's untied it. "We can take the teleporter this time," she suggests, recalling that the object of Shane's extreme displeasure is probably still working the front gate.

JUSTIN: "Good, I don't think I have the patience for the bridge again." Shane grins, hopping into his saddle and trotting off at a crisp pace, only pausing at the gate to kick it open. "Besides, it's closer to the bank. I'd... offer to race you back to town, but I'm not so sure the path would be accomadating."

JENNA: * Jo glances at the trees and their proximity to the cliff and gives Shane a long look. "I think a trot back with moderate speed would be good enough. It really didn't take long to get here." She pushes past him, angling for the path back into the woods. "Not that I'm really looking forward to going back to Juno." She grins over her shoulders, though, before returning her gaze to the path ahead.

JUSTIN: "Such a party pooper." Shane sighs dramatically, falling in line behind her as they trot back down the path. He takes to staring through the sparse trees that line the cliff edge, completely undaunted by the fall all that empty space represents. "It's too bad pecos can't fly, huh?" He's pretty sure she doesn't agree, but that's half the fun of it.

JENNA: "If pecos could fly, I would not be riding one of them," she replies promptly. "It's enough they're bad-tempered and smelly." She turns and sticks her tongue out at him, and her peco squawks, fluffing its feathers at her. "That's right," she says, "I meant you."

JUSTIN: * Shane chirps quietly at his own bird, giving it a pat on the head. "Well, if you dislike the smell so much, maybe you can try bathing them sometime. You /are/ an expert on the subject, after all--" He takes a branch to the face and promptly shuts up, rubbing at his stinging cheek and hissing.

JENNA: * Jo glances back at him with a faint snort. "I bathe myself. I don't bathe birds. They want a bath, they can splash in the river." She wrinkles her nose, ducking a branch. "But I doubt they're going to smell like anything but bird."

JUSTIN: * Shane straightens his hat on his battered head and hunches, keeping a more serious watch on the low-hanging offenders now. "In all fairness, they probably think /we/ smell something awful."

JENNA: "I got used to him. He can get used to me." She doesn't say anything more on the subject, pushing her peco ahead and making good time back to the start of the path, at which point she pauses, looking around curiously. The place seems familiar, though she isn't sure why. Instead she shrugs, and waits for Shane, continuing to observe the area..

JUSTIN: * Shane isn't far behind, and he comes trotting past her with a quiet whistle, sitting up straight and stretching. "Well then, Miss Jocasta, think you're ready for the teleporter, or do you want some time to prepare yourself?" He trots around in a lazy circle, coming to a halt on the nearby road and watching her.

JENNA: * Jo snorts, following him out, and fixes him with a dry stare. "It's after the teleporter I'll need a moment, if you don't mind ..." Then she starts for the pad, swinging down from her peco as she approaches it and hoping that with as little breakfast as she ate she won't actually lose it to street.

JUSTIN: * Shane hops down from his saddle and comes up alongside her, giving her shoulders a quick squeeze. "As long as you try your best to aim away from me, I can't complain, now can I?" He tips his hat with a grin and steps onto the teleporter pad, offering his hand to her with a curt bow, just like any gentleman would.

JENNA: * Jo gives him a chilly look, taking his hand. "I'll aim for your boots," she says, leading her peco onto the pad and sitting down with a sharp thump. The birds caws, ambling over as far as her hold on its reins will allow, preening and nipping at its companion.

JUSTIN: * Shane's bird lifts its head to receive its treatment, churring and chattering even as the light begins to bloom on the pad. Shane crouches down to watch Jo with a smile on his face, finding her crabbiness far cuter than he ever would have in the past. The pad around them beams with light, and in a matter of seconds, they're sitting the middle of Juno. He tilts his head and gives Jo's head a short pet, trying to wipe the amusement off his face before she thinks even more ill of him. "Well?"

JENNA: * Jo hops to her feet, folding her arms as if in thought, then hands the reins to Shane and bolts off the pad making her way around the corner before she comes to an abrupt halt and unloads the contents of her stomach. "I am so glad I don't live here," she mutters, wiping her mouth and straightening, once she's finished.

JUSTIN: * Shane comes jogging up behind her, a slight grimace on his face as he sees what she's splattered all over the stone pavement. "Well, it could have been worse, I suppose." Although he doesn't go into just how it could have been worse -- they still need to get out of Juno again, after all. "Do you... need a moment?"

JENNA: "What, to say good-bye to my lost breakfast?" She snorts, making for her peco and mounting up again. "I'm fine, just lead me to the bank." She grins, then frowns. "What are we going to do with all that money, anyway?"

JUSTIN: * Shane isn't too happy about leaving a pile of steaming bile on the side of the street, but -- well, he sure as hell doesn't want to clean it up. He makes his way back to mount up, and scratches at the back of his head as they trot off in the direction of the bank. "Well... I suppose we'll just turn around and redeposit it. That'd be the safe thing to do, right?"

JENNA: * Jo gives him a doubtful look. "But ... that would mean we'd have to come back here every time we wanted money ... wouldn't it?" It's quite clear this idea does not appeal to her, with the annoyance of getting in and out -- as well as the danger of the guard.

JUSTIN: * Shane chuckles a little. "That's not entirely true... We'd only have to come back here if we wanted to make a really large withdrawl. We can get money from any bank in the Republic, as long as our account is here in the capital." He leads her along the main street, a large building at the end clearly his destination. "I suppose we can take some of it with us now to save some trouble, though... As long as we're careful. I'd hate to get robbed."

JENNA: * Jo shrugs, though the idea of being tied to the Republic pleases her even less. "We always need some money," she says plainly, then shrugs again. "But we already have some left from our other jobs ... I guess we can put it all away." She gazes at the building with some suspicion. She's never had much luck with large, official-looking places.

JUSTIN: "Well of course we do, Jo. But that's why most people settle down, so they don't have to carry their entire life savings with them where ever they roam." Shane bumps his peco up against hers lightly and leans in to give her a wet kiss on the cheek. "But clearly we are not most people." He slides to the ground and ties his reigns on a nearby railing -- probably meant for just such a purpose -- before stepping over to peer in the front door.

JENNA: * Jo wrinkles her nose at him, following in suit. "Most mercenaries never strike it rich, either," she says sourly, looking at the building doubtfully before following him to the door. "They won't kick us out on sight, will they?" It seems entirely too upscale for her.

JUSTIN: * Shane arches an eyebrow at her over his shoulder, smirking slimly. "Jo, it's a bank, not a royal court. They get all types in here." He tugs the door open and steps inside, holding it for Jo to come in after him. "Besides, we're here on business. Mister Malachi probably has more money in this place than the rest of the city combined." He looks around, the large interior a bit intimidating in spite of his speech, but he's fairly used to it. He slips his hat down off his head and tries to straighten his coat (it's more worn now than it's been in the four years he was Captain), then steps quietly toward the front desk.

JENNA: * Jo huffs a sigh, following him closely and gazing with distinct suspicion at the clerks and workers, most of whom don't appear to have even noticed them. Whatever he says, she's willing to bet they don't get a lot of mercenaries in Juno's primary bank. She doesn't bother saying so, however, instead turning her gaze to the front desk and standing back to let Shane do the talking.

JUSTIN: * Shane doesn't allow Jo to hang back for long, reaching back to take her arm and drag her up beside him. "Which pocket did you stuff that thing in?" He asks, almost to himself, as he starts peering into her pockets. The receptionist at the desk watches with idle curiousity, apparently getting little amusment during the day. "Can I help you with anything today, sir?" She asks politely, and Shane holds up a hand. "Just... just a moment, I have a receipt here somewhere."

JENNA: * Jo reaches back to smack his hands away, looking irritated. "Stop that." She slings the pack down irritably, opening the flap to fish around for the piece of paper he's looking for. "Here," she says after a moment, tugging it free and handing it to him with a glare. "You could have just asked me to get it."

JUSTIN: "I didn't want to bother you." Shane says simply, taking the note and turning back to the receptionist. He gives a curt bow and hands over Mackenzie's receipt. "We're collecting a payment from Mr. Malachi. He just told us to show this, and you'd know what to do." The woman behind the desk sits up a bit straighter, accepting the slip of paper and fixing her glasses to have a look. "Ah, more treasure hunters, are we?" She blinks, taking off her glasses and giving her eyes a rub before slipping them back on. "Oh... my. Oh dear. I haven't seen a payment this large in at least ten years. You must have had quite a find for him."

JENNA: * Jo clearly fails to see how rummaging through her backpack while it is still on her would not bother her, but she refrains from exacting vengeance just yet, instead watching the woman behind the desk. "It didn't look like much," she volunteers, "but who can account for scholars, right?"

JUSTIN: * Shane tuts quietly, but he doesn't say anything, plopping down into one of the cushioned chairs instead. The receptionist is writing out something, and only smiles at first. She sets the quill down and looks up, fixing her glasses again. "Well, Mr. Malachi has been collecting artifacts since well before I was born." She looks at least twenty years older than either Jo or Shane. "And he hasn't run dry on money yet, so he must be doing something right. But, it's not my position to wonder where he gets all that money from in the first place, so I just mind my own." She stands to her feet, and beckons for both of them to follow her, before turning and starting toward an office near the back. "At least one of you will have to provide some form of identification, otherwise we'll have to get Mr. Malachi here himself for the transaction -- and I assure you, that is usually no easy task."

JENNA: * Jo sticks her hands behind her head, looking extremely doubtful. "So he really was an old fart," she remarks, shaking her head. She looks over at Shane when the subject of ID comes up, as she hasn't any nor has ever had. "He's the one who used to live here," she remarks, jerking her head toward him.

JUSTIN: * Shane drops his hands from the straps of his backpack to pat at the chest of his coat, attempting to locate something. "Just one moment..." He slips one hand inside the coat and fumbles around before pulling out a card attached to a chain. He grimaces, as the thing looks like it's been through hell and back, but it is at least still legible. "Maybe I should think about getting a replacement sometime in the future..." He very much doubts Jo would want to come back to Juno to do it, however. The receptionist glances back at them and smiles, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. "Mr. Malachi is a mystery to everyone, so don't think you're out of the loop." She stops at the office and knocks, poking her head in and conversing with some unseen individual on the other side. After a moment she leans back and opens the door waving them in. "Mrs. Green will assist you from here."

JENNA: * Jo forces a smile, sighing again and poking her head into the office before stepping inside. She takes up her post leaning on the wall next to the door and folds her arms, feeling this process is taking much longer than it should.

JUSTIN: * The receptionist hands Shane the slip of paper she wrote on, as well as the receipt, and waves as she heads back to her desk. Shane steps past Jo and heads immediately for a chair, noting her impatience and completely ignoring it. He unclips his battered and bruised citizen identification card and gives another curt bow to the woman behind the desk, who stands up and offers her hand. "Well, well. So you're the big winners, are you?" Mrs. Green smiles slimly, making the abundant wrinkles on her aged face even more prominent. "Mackenzie hasn't written a check this big in a long, long time. Must have been quite a find." Taking Shane's offered credentials, she turns her eyes to Jo. "Well, come and sit down, young lady. I assure you, the chairs are much more comfortable."

JENNA: "All right." Jo shrugs and does so, slinging her pack to the floor next to her and leaning back in the chair. It's far beyond her why the old goat seems so popular -- maybe because he has so much money. She folds her legs up underneath her and leans forward after a moment, settling in for a long wait.

JUSTIN: * Shane slides his pack around into his lap and sits, resting his hat on top and settling in, eyes eager. "Mr. Malachi does business through the bank often? Doesn't he ever handle any of this personally?" He slides a quick look at Jo, and taps her foot with a boot. "Personally?" Mrs. Green echoes, thumbing through a box of files. "Why, I suppose in a sense, every transaction is taken care of personally -- Mackenzie owns a large portion of the bank, after all. Has since before my time." She seems to find what she's looking for, and sets to work jotting down information.

JENNA: * Jo peers over the top of the desk to watch her write, ducking back when she thinks she's been noticed. She gives a very faint sigh after a moment, wishing she could at least do some weaving while she's sitting around doing nothing. She doubts the woman would take kindly to her anchoring it on the desk, however, and even manages to keep from voicing her opinions about Mackenzie.

JUSTIN: * Unfortunately for Jo, the process takes at least another half an hour, as Shane and Mrs. Green pass papers back and forth, marking signatures and other information. It isn't just the withdrawl, but also the transfer of the money into his old, barren account that he made many years ago. He gives up on getting his companion the least bit interested in the process, but that probably helps to move things along a little faster. Finally, after one last signature, he gets to his feet and shakes Mrs. Green's hand. "Thank you very much. Now it's just a matter of finding a way to spend it all, right Jo?" He nudges her with his foot.

JENNA: * Jo sits up sharply, halfway through the process of dozing off, and rubs her eyes with a grimace. "With that much money, I don't even know what we'd spend it on ..." She hesitates, though, and gets to her feet, frowning in thought. She doesn't say what's on her mind, though.

JUSTIN: * Shane smirks, reaching over to rub Jo's back lightly. "Well, we'll have all the time in the world to think about it." He ponders getting a lunch, but his mind returns quickly to the pile of acidic gunk that Jo recently spewed on the sidewalk, and decides he can wait until they're out of town. "So. I suppose there's just one thing before we leave Juno, then... How much do you want to take with us, Jo?"

JENNA: * This appears to be precisely what she was considering, and she gives an almost guilty start, rubbing her arm with one hand. "I ... want to take some to Prontera," she says finally, quietly. "To my parents." Her expression, when she looks up, is extremely defensive, as if daring either of them to laugh about it.

JUSTIN: * Shane stands straighter in honest surprise. He'd intended to get Jo to see her parents for the longest time, and he'd entirely forgotten with all the recent trouble and excitement they've been through. "I doubt I could think of a better start if I sat and thought about it for a week." He beams, giving Jo's hair a gentle tug. "However much you want, Jo." He turns back to Mrs. Green, who is waiting and watching patiently. "I certainly hope my children would be so thoughtful if they ever struck it rich." She settles into her chair again and shuffles a few papers. "So, how much will you be wanting, then, Miss Jocasta?"

JENNA: * Jo looks uneasy at this sudden attention, casting her gaze to the floor and twining her fingers together silently for several minutes before she looks up again. "Ten thousand," she says finally. "They might not take it ... I don't know." She glances sideways at Shane. "That's all right, isn't it? I mean.. we've carried that much on us before ..."

JUSTIN: * Shane reaches over and drapes his hat over Jo's head, grinning crookedly. "You worry too much, Jo. I said however much you want, and I mean it. We'll take that for your parents, and another ten thousand to last us for a few months." Mrs. Green is listening, and immediately begins to write a pair of withdrawl slips out. "Will that be all for now, then?" Shane nods, and she hands him a copy of both slips. "If you want to wait out in the lobby, I'll go fetch the money myself. Trust me, it'll go quicker that way." She winks at Jo, especially, and gets to her feet, waving them after her as she makes for the door.

JENNA: * Jo sniffs, pushing the brim up slightly and managing a game smile at the woman as she leaves. She starts after her, heaving a tired sigh and feeling more than a little confused. She does understand that they will never have to work again -- and she's not completely clear on how she feels about that. The idea of meeting her parents again is almost enough to cause panic, but she doesn't say anything about it, pausing to wait for Shane partway into the lobby.

JUSTIN: * Shane slips his pack back on and follows after her, peripherally aware of her mood but not about to question her in the middle of a public place. He spares her a slightly concerned look as he passes her on their way to the front lobby, but tries to keep a cheery face on. He's pretty sure they're supposed to be happy about this.

JENNA: * Jo manages to recover some of her cheer before the woman returns and smiling reassuringly at Shane. "If you want to get some food, we can eat after we're out of town," she suggests quietly, twining her arm wearily around his, as if she might need support in order to keep standing.

JUSTIN: * Shane accepts her arm, giving it a pat with his opposite hand. "Sure thing." He looks over at Mrs. Green as she arrives, a leather pouch tucked under one arm. "Here you are, then. Twenty-thousand zeny. Hope to see you fine folk again sometime." She hands the pouch off to Shane, who gives a giddy grin as he accepts it. "Thank you. Though I'm sure we've had our fill of Juno for a while yet."

JENNA: * At this Jo gives a faint, amused snort, keeping her own editorial comments to herself. For the most part, she's glad they can access what they need from places besides the city, as she hopes for the dozenth time she won't have to come back here. She waves a silent farewell to the woman, waiting again for Shane to take the first step toward the exit.

JUSTIN: * Shane moves to tip his hat, but finds only air, so he bows instead, and turns to leave, tugging Jo along gently by the arm. He pushes the door open and steps out into the afternoon heat, standing for a moment to look up and down the street. "So..." He turns Jo a small smile. "Food then, right? For the road."

JENNA: * Jo nods, loosening her hold on him and starting down the steps. "Whatever you like. I'm not feeling picky." She releases him entirely when she reaches her peco, untying it and swinging aboard with a tired stretch. She then removes Shane's hat from her head, trotting the peco over to drop it on top of his.

JUSTIN: * Shane rolls his eyes up as the hat drops onto his head, and he smirks, giving it a light tap to settle it before he gets to work untying his peco. "I'll go easy on you, anyway. There's a little restaurant on the way back. You've eaten from there before, whether you knew it or not." He climbs into his saddle and immediately starts off down the road, glancing over his shoulder to make sure she's following.

JENNA: * Jo is indeed trotting after him, expression slightly puzzled at this proclamation. "If you say so," she remarks, shifting her pack and straightening in the saddle. After a moment, she pulls up alongside Shane, looking at him warily. "It's weird.. I don't know what to do next."

JUSTIN: * Shane turns her his attention, minding the street out of the corner of his eye. "It hasn't really had much time to set in yet, Jo. You shouldn't think too hard about it." He smiles a little, rubbing at his neck. "We'll head to Prontera, and I'm sure we'll think of something by the time we're through with that. Just relax, you should be happy." He bites at his lip, concern leaking into his features.

JENNA: * Jo scratches her head, looking skyward thoughtfully. "Guess so." She shrugs after a moment, grinning at him. "Don't worry, I'm fine. One thing at a time, right? Food first." She shifts her gaze to the street, drifting back into her own thoughts.

JUSTIN: * Shane shakes his head a little, fairly certain this will come up again before too long. "Food first..." He'd really hate if their new money ends up causing more trouble than it's worth. If that ends up being the case, they can just keep it stashed away until she's too old to be wandering around on the back of a peco for days on end. Wrapped up in his own thoughts, he almost misses the building he's supposed to be leading her to, only looking up at the last second. "Oh -- here we are, Jo. If you'd rather wait outside, I think I can manage with the order."

JENNA: * Jo glances at the building without interest and takes the reins of Shane's peco with a wan smile. "I'll just stay here. I.. want to map out our route." She knows the road to Prontera so well it's hardly necessary, but her nerves are kicking into overdrive at the idea of meeting her parents again.

JUSTIN: "All right. I won't be too long." He slides down from the saddle and starts toward the store, his peco giving him a blank stare as he departs. The time, of course, is more dependant on the cooks than himself, but he'll do his best to order things that are fast to cook. Inside the quaint building, there are a handful of people in for lunch, creating a light buzz of conversation that all blends together. More importantly, however, is the aroma of freshly cooked food, and he begins to wish they didn't have to wait before eating.