[img]https://i.imgur.com/ole9eWE.jpg[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/I0DIzZb.png[/img][color=bc8dbf]“Hmm….”[/color] It was rare for Ark Riders to actually talk sense and make equal more of it too. But on those rare such occasions they were known to sway the billing boards in their favor, and not all the time in fairness of sportsmanship. Wave nodded to herself in this rumination, though it was doubtful either Claudia or Rema saw the action; she forgot if her screen was on or not. The prospect of more entertaining stunts and displays in the race piqued her interest.

But it wasn’t until Claudia made her piece that truly got Wave to thinking. More danger inevitably created more convoluted situations for the Ark Riders to work through and that resulted in bigger booms for the crowd. Sure, this was a blatant attempt to gain more points in what Wave would usually find as unworthing of her time to negotiate, but the duo did make valuable points that saw her overlook this groveling. [color=bc8dbf]“Wait here,”[/color] she flatly told them both.

The sound of her mic cutting off echoed in the drone and for a minute or so the two were given radio silence. More than likely, Wave was negotiating with the Mevalo higher ups themselves and perhaps even the mysterious new sponsor for this year’s grand prix. Either way they wouldn’t have to wait long before Wave’s voice cut back in. “Alright, you two make some good points so we’re changing the templates of how races work from here on out,” said Wave. There was a clear sneer in her voice and a curl in her lips as if she was smirking.

[color=bc8dbf]“You’ll be given the same number of points as Aurora for displaying exceptional racing prowess, Rema, making you tied for first. As for you redhead, you’ll get a pity point for being this Roman’s wingman. Figure out where that places you in the ranking. We’ll be keeping an eye on the races more thoroughly from now on. Good luck you two~”[/color] Wave’s voice was ominous and the feed snapped away with that lasting remark. The drone circled one more time around the newfound “friends” before floating off to catch other footage. Unbeknownst to them, Wave was just informed of Gin’s happy interactions with the Mevalo media and found it no less amusing.

Oh, there would be more of that to come but for now she heeded off the drone hounds to leave Gin be. After all, the next race was about to begin. Murmurs and whispers of what the next track could be passed through the audience like an electric buzz. Some thought it’d be a frigid ice track meant to test the Ark Rider’s stability and handling of their machines while others insisted it’d be a dense, humid jungle of undergrowth filled with twists and turns. No shortage of the imagination was impossible under Mevalo’s banner and it wouldn’t be long before Wave’s voice announced, [color=bc8dbf]“Ark Riders, you have ten minutes to head back to the tracks and prepare for the next race!”[/color]
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