[h2]Lucius Cypher & Ryonara Collab / Cinder "Flex" Firestorm & Cryopath[/h2]

[b]"Come on, you fucking snowflake! This sand is more fucking annoying that your slow ass!"[/b]

Cinder shouted out as she reclined on her motorcycle, which was stained in gore. A relatively fresh paint which not only gave her ride a red sheen, but also cooled down Cinder's hot temper just a little. It was completely unintended as she was just speeding through the city, hitting a random mutant. Not one of those badass mutants thought, more like the "Physically crippling and grotesque" kinds. Still, they bleed red and splatter nicely, so she wasn't complaining. At least not about killing the random mutie. Cyropath on the other hand...

Cyropath was slowly making his way towards Cinder. He was by no means as fast as she was, even less with the bike. The best he could do was slide down a hill and let the momentum carry him, but that was risky and required him to be in the blazing sun. Cyropath disliked being in the sun like this, but not because of the heat. He could take the heat just fine by virtue of being a giant ice robot, no what annoyed him was the light. The sun made everything so much brighter, more so when it reflects off his naturally glossy surface. This made it harder for Cyropath to see, and there wasn't really a lot of shade to take cover in.

[color=6ecff6]"I'm getting there Cinder. Keep your eyes peeled for danger."[/color]

Cinder waited impatiently as she looked around. She was looking for danger if only so she could do something exciting. Cyropath was taking a painstakingly long time to get to her position, so she started to ramble to herself. She used a mock commentary voice, like she was a host on Deathwatch.

[b]"Now some of you dipshits might want to know how the hell a hotty like Cinder Fucking Flex Firestorm ends up with an utterly boring shite like snowflake over there. Well let me tell you: It's cause this girl right here don't got time to be bothering with robots when she could get herself some real man meat instead! WHAT THE HELL IS TAKING YOU SO LONG!?"[/b] Cinder had quickly lost her patience and was back to yelling at Cyropath.

It wasn't that long before he caught up with Cinder at the top of a incline. [color=6ecff6]"Who are you talking to Cinder?"[/color] Cyropath asked. He finally reached Cinder at the top of the hill, and now they were on a mostly level street. Cars and garbage littered the streets, which would make it difficult for the both of them to get anywhere. But Cyropath continued onward undaunted. Cinder rode a bit ahead of him, but not so fast that Cyropath couldn't follow. [color=6ecff6]"We'll need to find a good place to set up base once we get a team together. That way we can be better organized and protect our belongings."[/color]

[b]"To the audience, fucking snowflake. The viewers are probably wondering why I haven't gutted you yet, and I'm starting to wonder myself. Sure as hell can't be assed to remember."[/b] Cinder spat out venomously as she casually drove over a wind-worn skeleton. It didn't really make a satisfying crunch so much as a pitiful snap. Despite riding on a bike Cinder's ride was at least half the size of a sedan, and had wheels big enough to climb all terrains. Well, most terrains. Point is that Cinder has yet to find any terrain she couldn't cross. [b]"And I don't care about were we hide out. There's probably a bunch of squatters right now hiding in that building. Just got to clear them out and make ourselves home. Of course, it'll be more fun to go raid a nice little holdout with guns and bullets and shit. Gotta keep it classy and all."[/b] Class. Cinder. Right.

Cyropath looked around in the skies. He wasn't sure how exactly Deathwatch monitored them, as he knew they could still view them even within buildings. Otherwise they'd never know about Cyropath's more impressive accomplishments, since they all were in a confined, enclosed space. [color=6ecff6]"I suppose we do have some time before we find an appropriate shelter. I'll explain it for the audience."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"It started just two days ago, about the same time Deathwatch started. I had lost my hideout to a team of killstealers looking to loot my cybernetics. I managed to destroy my base before they could disable all the home-defenses, but obviously I couldn't return. I wasn't even able to harm a single one of those Killstealers and they outnumbered me at least 4-to-1, so I didn't stay to fight. With no base and on my own I had to look for help, fast. That's when I found Cinder defending herself from a couple of marauders-"[/color]

[b]"Wait, just shut up. That's not what happened. After getting my bike when I bodyslammed this one cocky bitch onto a fire hydrant, I saw this group of assholes with some water. Since I was working up a sweat I went to take on those bastards and almost managed to take them all out before THIS FUCKING SNOWFLAKE showed up and made them all run for it! I only managed to stomp one of those gits before they ran for the hills, pissing me off."[/b]

[color=6ecff6]"We had our differences, but she's agreed to help me so long as I can help her."[/color]

[b]"No no, what are you talking about? The only reason I'm coming with you is cause you're suppose to be able to soup up my ride. I ain't going to promise to do shit for you. You just want me along cause you're a creepy motherfucker and no one else wants to be with you."[/b]

[color=6ecff6]"You where able to look pass my frozen exterior where others see me as just a monster. Even if your words say otherwise, I know there is goodness within you Cinder, a passion that burns for everyone, even someone as cold-hearted as me."[/color]

[b]"You're a fucking retard Snowflake. I think all that ice gave you a brainfreeze or some shit. Whatever, let's just go find someone to kill. The viewers can figure out what happened on their own. HEY YOU BASTARDS! COME OUT HERE SO I CAN EAT YOUR BRAINS!"[/b]

Cinder and Cyropath stuck to the center of the street or wherever were there was the least amount of debris. Cinder made no efforts at stealth and openly challenged opponents to come to her, and Cyropath did nothing to stop her. It was easier for him if they came into his fists rather than trying to get to them first. At least until he can find a nice hill to slide down. He kept his eyes on his wristpad for announcements and bounties. With any luck Cyropath might get a bounty who has a nice secret base that he can commandeer for himself.