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[OTA] Feb/March events!

Who: Ignis Scientia (

claritatis), Julie ~~Grigio~~ Cabernet (

atravellerwithabow).
What: Top levels for the Feb and March events, as and when required.
Where: In the city, outside the city, wherever.
When: Feb/March for the duration of the Kiss Me Kill Me/Field Trip/Flu Season events.
Warnings: Nil.

((ooc: anything welcome! bring me your travellers, people being chased by monsters, anyone needing help, sandstorms, anything at all c: ))

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So let me get this straight: you're killing them —

[ And killing them well. (Jack has been watching for a little while now, sitting on an outcrop of rock like it's a throne, neither hiding nor approaching, like a supervisor come to watch. He's... he's getting sunburnt.) ]

— But you're not going out there?

[ Since Nil hasn't actually left, just stalks across the pale flats with his bow. ]

The thought has crossed my mind.

[Nil had been managing fairly well under the suns, taking the occasional break in the shade and showing no particular wilting under the heat. He knew Jack was there - the man had hardly made any effort to hide - but much like the first time they met had deigned to not speak to him until addressed first.

The desert is open to them all. He knows that. He knows it, yet has no reason to venture out.]

There's nothing out there to draw a man who cares nothing for these creatures calling themselves gods. [What does he care for Hope? Nothing at all.] But these beasts are drawn to the borders in fair number, and killing them is far more a pleasure for myself than a service.

I can respect that. Killing's pretty fun.

[ He's casual about that, like someone normal might agree that they enjoy tennis or cooking.

He hops down off his rock-perch and into the middling shade of it — he has water with him, offers it to Nil first. ]

But I dunno about nothing. I'm not saying it's a great idea to power up these gods, but if they had temples or whatever the hell? Maybe there used to be civilisation that left other shit behind.

[ He doesn't posit that there might be somewhere else to go; it seems unlikely they would be allowed to leave, if that were the case, given how the gods need them. ]

[On their first meeting, Nil had got the feeling that Jack was someone that he could come to get along with quite well. They shared a common evaluation of this land and the people in it, and the addition of an agreement in how they view the act of killing is just another positive.

He takes the water without question, joining Jack in the shade and swallowing a mouthful of the liquid before he offers it back.]

I was never a scavenger. [He says, with a small shrug of one shoulder.] The ruins of the Old World never tempted me, and besides... [A vague gesture outwards.] Walking under this heat still presents a challenge.

There are bikes,

[ Jack says: he's seen them. ]

They're fast, they've got hoods... weird mechanics inside but still, you know, not totally impossible to tinker with. Why walk when you can;

[ he makes a pshewww zooming motion with his hand. ]

['Bikes'. Nil assumes he's talking about the small, wheeled contraptions that he had taken one look at and then swiftly passed by. Jack's illustration of motion draws raised eyebrows as he follows the movement of his hand with his eyes, then flicks them quickly back to his face.]

Then you understand how they function.

[In a manner of speaking.]

I've never seen their like before.

Yeahhh, I mean, I'm not really a bike man, prefer four wheels over two, but I know how to drive one, how to keep it in shape. Engine's an engine.

[ A loose shrug. Still, the idea of never having ridden one is sure something. ]

Just bikes, or vehicles in general? Because if you've never gone above like, horsepower's speed, you and me are going for a ride.

You just said a lot of things that I don't understand.

[And it isn't often that Nil is so blunt with such things, but he and Jack have a certain understanding, and he doesn't feel the need to pretend he understands what is being said just to move the conversation along.

When all you understand of Ancient transportation are the rust-filled wrecks of strange things that don't look like means of conveyance at all, words like 'engine' don't mean too much in that context.]

[ Jack nods; normally he'd make fun of people for being too backwater to know much about tech, but he already kind of caught that about Nil. ]

I mean, I could make like a dictionary and define 'em, or you could come ride with me sometime.

[ Nil doesn't need to know what all the engineering words mean to ride a motorbike. ]

You ever kill anything while traveling a hundred twenty miles per hour? Because I promise you, it's goddamn awesome.

[Does it count as being backwater when your entire world doesn't have this level of technology? Nil would have taken it for what it was regardless, but what Jack suggests is far better.

That kind of speed isn't something that he can accurately comprehend. The small muscles around his eyes pinch in slightly, and his expression flickers.]

I haven't. [He'll take it as read that the man isn't lying about the speed.] But I can't say I wouldn't be open to the experience.

All right! We have ourselves a contender. You stay. Right the heck here.

[ A beat. ]

Or like, wherever, it's flat as my ex out here so, you know, I'll find ya. And you. Will hear me coming.

[ He laughs, a touch unhinged, tosses Nil the last of his water. ]

Stay hydrated, cupcake.

[ Jack is gonna go get a bike. There's one he's already been messing around with, trying to learn how the hell the engines work besides "god magic", pumping it up in the hopes it will be the beginnings of the power necessary to launch vertically. That's the bike he rides back: it's unhooded, too, plenty of room for Nil to ride.

It roars up in a cloud of dust, and skids to a halt, leaning sideways as Jack presses a heel to the ground. He smiles, winks. ]

All aboard.

[He catches the water without needing to move any more than his arm, though the line that comes along with it gets something of a squint in return. Nil doesn't really have the time to decide if he's insulted or not before Jack is gone, so instead he finds some shade and waits.

What else is he going to do with his day? Jack's the most interesting person he's met here, save for a certain redheaded young woman.

When Jack returns, Nil regards the vehicle he's travelling in with no small measure of suspicion. They look different when they're moving, and the speed they move at is something he's only seen in machines before.]

Are you certain about this?

Don't tell me you're scared.

[ Rightfully cautious would be more accurate, but Jack takes no prisoners. He revs the engine so it roars, grins at Nil with his bright bright eyes, dead inside like beautiful jewels. Holds out one broadpalmed hand. This is probably a little like what the devil looks like when asking sweetly for your soul.

The trade is, of course, the way a motorcycle feels like sheer power between the thighs. The way he'll let Nil wrap arms around his shoulders, press up close. ]

C'moooon. We'll just go for a lil spin first, getcha comfortable.

[ No sweet jumps and probably no killing shit, not right away. ]

[Rightfully cautious would be the word, and Nil doesn't visibly bristle under the accusation, meeting Jack's eyes with a faint challenge of his own. Scared of this? No, but he would challenge Jack to make him scared.

Is this what the Shadow is, when it offers a hand out to tempt you?

Nil half-smirks as he grips onto Jack's hand, as he settles himself on the seat that has barely enough room for the both of them and shamelessly presses himself to the other man's back.]

Show me what this machine can do.

Hold tight, baby.

[ And Jack revs the engine so it growls like an animal beneath them, before he starts them off — slow at first, letting Nil get used to movement without ambulation, learning how she handles with the weight distribution so different. But it's still faster than a walk, and it's not long before he picks up the pace. The bike careens along the flat desert plains; Jack takes a wide turning circle and loops them back through their own tracks. ]

You okay back there?

[ He shouts, voice caught by the wind. ]

[It's a combination of a lot of things that has Nil death-gripping Jack's shoulders for the first several minutes of the ride. The engine noise, the movement, and quite quickly the speed of the thing. He wouldn't call his reaction panic, but oh, it's close to it and he only lets up when he hears the man's voice call back to him.]

Perfectly. [He grinds out through gritted teeth, more annoyed at himself for his reaction than he is at what elicited it. Nil tries straightening up, relaxing his hold on Jack to one hand on his shoulder, and with the initial shock and surprise over he tries to ease himself into the experience.]

Find me something to shoot at.

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