(OOC: Apologies for the many and long posts. I just don't want people to wait for me.)
Location: On the road
Items: Kitsune mask (wearing it)
Theo swore loudly as he missed the left turn he was supposed to take. He pushed the intercom on the motorcycle.
“Hiya! This is Francis, what-”
“The brakes aren’t working!” He yelled, “Are you trying to kill me?!”
“Brakes?” Francis replied absent-mindedly, “Oh right. The brakes. Did the turbo booster work, though?”
Francis had to distance himself away from the intercom as Theo blasted a long stream of creative curses and threats to his job. Reba, his friend who loved tinkering with things, held up what looked like a long cord that Francis realized belonged to the bike. Theo heard a short argument ensue, something about Francis’ not asking for permission first and Reba’s neglect on telling him when she was adding more gizmos to the motorcycle.
The bike gained speed as it entered the park. An elderly couple had to dive for the bushes when Theo whizzed past them.
“Oh. Sorry sir. It is an honest mistake, honest! Er… Reba says you should try going to a gravelly or sandy area to help stop the bike. You know, increased friction usually slows it down. How about Conifer Beach?”
Because of the shouts, he did not hear what Theo said about Conifer Beach. Something about Francis taking a permanent vacation there? Well, that was very nice of him!
“Sir, will you be all right?”
“You should pray that I die, Francis, because if I get out of this alive, I’ll make sure that you lick the basement bathrooms clean with your tongue!”
Francis did not know how to respond, “Er… that’s good to know, sir. I’ll see if I can send someone to help you.” The intercom closed with a click. Theo cursed again.
Then suddenly, a black cat jumped out of the bushes to cross the road.
In panic, Theo pulled on one handle of the bike to avoid the cat. The motorcycle swerved out of control, the right side so close to the ground that Theo’s shoulder grazed it. The Nightmare solidified his right arm, turning it to a sharp lance-like weapon as hard as a diamond. He drove his arm-turned-lance deep into the pavement. His arm worked like an axle, around which the motorcycle rounded in a half-circle. In mid-air, Theo and the motorcycle paralleled with the ground. He stayed pegged to the land, but the motorcycle flew off into the air like a boomerang-
- towards the direction of a quaint yet curious couple.
(OOC: Couple being you two, Meril and Rod. lol. Enjoy~.)