[OTA] Feb/March events!

[claritatis]

Who: Ignis Scientia (claritatis), Julie Grigio Cabernet (redwinekindofgirl) and Nil (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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[atravellerwithabow]

[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.

[ex_break829]

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.

[atravellerwithabow]

[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?

[ex_break829]

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. ]

[atravellerwithabow]

[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.

[ex_break829]

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. ]

[atravellerwithabow]

[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.