[center][h1][color=cyan]Kanbaru Otoko[/color] [/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Kanbaru had known her fair share of murder hobos, completely delusional and up their own asses with their beliefs, but Iona was set to be crowned Queen of the Zealots with her actions here. Well, she'd just have to accept that and hope whoever Iona reported to was somewhat more sane so the bluenette could explain why grand theft auto was not an appropriate response to ignoring a schoolgirl. 

That was a nice fantasy, and it died a grisly death that sounded uncannily like a motorcycle roaring out of her control. Most likely because it did.

[color=cyan]"No no no!"[/color] Kanbaru screeched as they bounced off the asphalt, tearing up the pavement as it accelerated to speeds she reserved for delivering stolen take out back home and hunting the monsters that plagued Miso City. Hurtling down a road when the handlebars weren't responding to her control? That was just asking for karmic punishment for flagrant flipping the bird to Death, Morality, and Common Sense.

[color=cyan]"This has to be the Corpse Collector acting out. Ugh, why do all my cards have egos the size of the pyramids?!"[/color] Kanbaru said, banging a fist against the speedometer. [color=cyan]"Oi, you better have a good reason for this or I'm going to give your card to a pervert who masturbates with trading cards, you here?!"[/color]

[color=cyan]"Rose. Clair. If this doesn't settle down, I'm going to have to decelerate us pretty fast. Not exactly a crash, but, you may want to think of a landing strategy just in case."[/color]