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"Is that so?"
The regality of her voice remained as cool as ever, as though he had just mentioned that peaches were on sale. Not that that mattered anyways. Who needed peaches when the sweetest nectar came from the beating hearts of dying men? As he came through the ornate doors and stepped into the luxurious chambers he would find her standing nearby her favorite windows, the ones overlooking the courtyard and the woods below. Dressed to kill--as always--in her victorian era gown and covered head to toe in blood red attire, she slowly turned to the young vampire. She looked him in the eye in the most peculiar way.
It was not excitement in her eyes, nor was it her usual predatory grin. Rather, for once, the Countess's expression was quite dead.
Thoughts that could not be projected were clearly playing in her head but what over? Concern for the coven, or something darker? In any case, as she stood by the windows, it became crystal that she was not going to move for now. She turned back to the view.
"Taeyang," She began, softly. She seemed to be ready to confide something in him.
The regality of her voice remained as cool as ever, as though he had just mentioned that peaches were on sale. Not that that mattered anyways. Who needed peaches when the sweetest nectar came from the beating hearts of dying men? As he came through the ornate doors and stepped into the luxurious chambers he would find her standing nearby her favorite windows, the ones overlooking the courtyard and the woods below. Dressed to kill--as always--in her victorian era gown and covered head to toe in blood red attire, she slowly turned to the young vampire. She looked him in the eye in the most peculiar way.
It was not excitement in her eyes, nor was it her usual predatory grin. Rather, for once, the Countess's expression was quite dead.
Thoughts that could not be projected were clearly playing in her head but what over? Concern for the coven, or something darker? In any case, as she stood by the windows, it became crystal that she was not going to move for now. She turned back to the view.
"Taeyang," She began, softly. She seemed to be ready to confide something in him.
Name: Persephone
Species[human or god]: God
What are they the god of?: Flora {and the Future Queen of the Underworld, but this is before that)
Ethnicity: Greek
Appearance:
Clothing Style: Adores wearing loose clothing, usually in the form of dresses. Clearly favors lighter colors such as soft pinks, blue hues, and whites. There is a slight edging of black as well, usually in the lacing or frills adorning her clothing. In the winter she prefers wearing her hair up, almost somewhat hiding her body beneath layers and layers of cloth, but come spring wears somewhat exposing clothes and has her hair down. She is seldom seen without flowers adorning her body in some way. Likes laced, gladiator 'boots' and sandals.
Personality: While at first very soft spoken and shy when you meet her, Persephone has a ruthless edge to her. When provoked, she can be extremely aggressive and unmerciful to those who do her wrong. On the sly she is known to be a bit manipulative and detests showing weakness. On her good side, she's thoughtful, listens well, and is very generous.
Past/Mythology: As the offspring of Zeus and Demeter, the goddess of harvest, Persephone is often despised and shunned by her 'brothers and sisters' that also sprang from the loins of Zeus's affairs. There were plans to send her off to some godforsaken isles where she would be kept for an eternity, away from the hatred of Hera and her own mothers plain dislike of her. Before that could happen, she was sent to the academy where she hopes to have her last taste of freedom before never being seen by the likes of man again.
Species[human or god]: God
What are they the god of?: Flora {and the Future Queen of the Underworld, but this is before that)
Ethnicity: Greek
Appearance:
Clothing Style: Adores wearing loose clothing, usually in the form of dresses. Clearly favors lighter colors such as soft pinks, blue hues, and whites. There is a slight edging of black as well, usually in the lacing or frills adorning her clothing. In the winter she prefers wearing her hair up, almost somewhat hiding her body beneath layers and layers of cloth, but come spring wears somewhat exposing clothes and has her hair down. She is seldom seen without flowers adorning her body in some way. Likes laced, gladiator 'boots' and sandals.
Personality: While at first very soft spoken and shy when you meet her, Persephone has a ruthless edge to her. When provoked, she can be extremely aggressive and unmerciful to those who do her wrong. On the sly she is known to be a bit manipulative and detests showing weakness. On her good side, she's thoughtful, listens well, and is very generous.
Past/Mythology: As the offspring of Zeus and Demeter, the goddess of harvest, Persephone is often despised and shunned by her 'brothers and sisters' that also sprang from the loins of Zeus's affairs. There were plans to send her off to some godforsaken isles where she would be kept for an eternity, away from the hatred of Hera and her own mothers plain dislike of her. Before that could happen, she was sent to the academy where she hopes to have her last taste of freedom before never being seen by the likes of man again.
lol nah it's just dramatic. They'd probably understand the latin tho
@ScarlettWaters16@pure493
Just as the hoverbike lifted to try to prevent the crash, the cyborgel girl used the momentum to leap off. The water which had been carrying the Russian was dropped and her surprisingly light body was flung at great speeds into the air. The water she had been using flung her further upwards, giving the illusion she had jumped a great distance... right into the open space of the helicopter capturing the live feed for the breaking news.
The cameraman and reporter gasped, the live footage playing on all available screens turned to the station. Lee's body wobbled as the Helicopter struggled to regain it's composure. Though the reporter was shrinking back in uncertain fear and the pilot could be heard in the background trying to ask what the hell was happening, she gave no mind. She grabbed the lens of the camera, jerking it down so she can look closer at it. Her eyes flicked back and forth as she tried to assess what it was, her green irises mimicking her movement on all the screens. Then her face hardened into a stony gaze. She began to speak.
"Vos habere potuit in salutem. Habebis ignis.I am awake."
@NuttsnBolts
"I am awake."
To any demon or creature of the supernatural, the translation of what the cyborgel had said came easily.
"You could have had salvation.
Now you will have fire."
After what was said, the green haired girl leapt back and fell backwards out of the helicopter. The baffled reporter and cameraman gasped, and leaned over the edge of the helicopter on the screen to watch the cyborgel soften her landing with the torrent of water she still had in her control, and run into a casino where the wall had fallen due to the the crash. After she went in nothing could be seen.
[Tentative NPC unlocked, Mr. Kagome]
Mr. Kagome's eyes were locked on the screen. It couldn't be. It was impossible.... then he heard his employee screaming at him. However, as his eyes dropped to her, he didn't know how to open his mouth. What did this mean... What did this mean...?!? He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. When he opened them, an orange hue overtook the shine of his eyes and he went to meet her.
"Shut up." He hissed under his breath as he put an arm around her and ushered her forcefully around the presentation area, hidden by the sheet upholding what the conference had been set up for. He whirled around to face her, half growling and half whispering. "I have no fucking clue what is going on. But this is bad." Understatement of the year. 20 years of enslaving angels. The checkmate of the deity they served. Now it was questionable. "It's one cyborgel but it's enough. The big man though... I wonder what he's going to do." He pulled back in thought. He of course referred to the CEO of all of Desium Corp... whom was coming to present what was to be done today. He shook his head and looked back at her, the orange in his eyes dying down. "After today it won't matter anyways."
@Ruki
Unf. Nice voice too.
"Nah nah nah, youtube's got lotsa stuff. I know what I'm doing. Mostly." She was lucky to live where she did, in a sort of deserted alley she grunted as she heaved him up the stairs, a bit surprised by the weight. After much work, she was finally able to get all the way up and unlock her apartment from the outside to go in. At last, out of the rain which had stopped anyway for some reason and into the warm.
Her TV was on, some news channel going over some breaking news was playing. It was an old style, set in a perfect sqaure. Everything about this room screamed her love for japanese culture. From the poster with half naked men in a pool to her print of a girl in a sailor uniform and obnoxiously long pigtails titled in sparkly font "Sailor Swoon" it would probably come to her guests sense that he certainly wasn't in Kansas anymore. She set him down on her futon bed and rushed to the bathroom to find her first aid kit.
Near her bed numerous paintings hung on the walls, fading from a weeaboo style of decor to a messy artists room. All unique; some landscapes, some anatomy studies, one in particular a beautiful seascape with the faded image of a crying woman in the corner was artistically well done. Something poking his backside would be found to be a set of brushes and waacom pen. Nearby her laptop lay open with the tablet nearby to portray an unfinished drawing.
In the background, the tv showed the face of a cyborgel speaking latin with the final words being; "I am awake."
@Daxam@Fairess
"eep...!"
The pixiebot had lost. Her wings drooped down in sadness at her defeat and she curled her feet up against her. Her arms folded, but she spoke clearly and without anger.
"Noire," Mareesa sighed, her wings twitching sadly. "Detective Jacobi Noire sent me. As for why---"
Her senses were fired up and she stood up straight. Her eyes widened suddenly, and from them a hologram was being projected to display breaking news, something Jacobi had made sure she do so he could keep up with the current crimes. However, without her antenna, the footage was only coming in in the form of static, with only a few things showing through screen-cap like images. The would be able to catch certain things in the audio, which was also very dicey.
"....Cross City Motorway... "
"...hit a wall...."
"...within a ball of water..."
Green eyes shined onto them through the static.
""Vos habere potuit in salutem. Habebis ignis.I am awake."
And then the feed was cut. The pixiebot slumped over, whining. "Ow ow ow ow!! That hurt without my antenna!"
Just as the hoverbike lifted to try to prevent the crash, the cyborgel girl used the momentum to leap off. The water which had been carrying the Russian was dropped and her surprisingly light body was flung at great speeds into the air. The water she had been using flung her further upwards, giving the illusion she had jumped a great distance... right into the open space of the helicopter capturing the live feed for the breaking news.
The cameraman and reporter gasped, the live footage playing on all available screens turned to the station. Lee's body wobbled as the Helicopter struggled to regain it's composure. Though the reporter was shrinking back in uncertain fear and the pilot could be heard in the background trying to ask what the hell was happening, she gave no mind. She grabbed the lens of the camera, jerking it down so she can look closer at it. Her eyes flicked back and forth as she tried to assess what it was, her green irises mimicking her movement on all the screens. Then her face hardened into a stony gaze. She began to speak.
"Vos habere potuit in salutem. Habebis ignis.I am awake."
@NuttsnBolts
"I am awake."
To any demon or creature of the supernatural, the translation of what the cyborgel had said came easily.
"You could have had salvation.
Now you will have fire."
After what was said, the green haired girl leapt back and fell backwards out of the helicopter. The baffled reporter and cameraman gasped, and leaned over the edge of the helicopter on the screen to watch the cyborgel soften her landing with the torrent of water she still had in her control, and run into a casino where the wall had fallen due to the the crash. After she went in nothing could be seen.
[Tentative NPC unlocked, Mr. Kagome]
Mr. Kagome's eyes were locked on the screen. It couldn't be. It was impossible.... then he heard his employee screaming at him. However, as his eyes dropped to her, he didn't know how to open his mouth. What did this mean... What did this mean...?!? He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. When he opened them, an orange hue overtook the shine of his eyes and he went to meet her.
"Shut up." He hissed under his breath as he put an arm around her and ushered her forcefully around the presentation area, hidden by the sheet upholding what the conference had been set up for. He whirled around to face her, half growling and half whispering. "I have no fucking clue what is going on. But this is bad." Understatement of the year. 20 years of enslaving angels. The checkmate of the deity they served. Now it was questionable. "It's one cyborgel but it's enough. The big man though... I wonder what he's going to do." He pulled back in thought. He of course referred to the CEO of all of Desium Corp... whom was coming to present what was to be done today. He shook his head and looked back at her, the orange in his eyes dying down. "After today it won't matter anyways."
@Ruki
Unf. Nice voice too.
"Nah nah nah, youtube's got lotsa stuff. I know what I'm doing. Mostly." She was lucky to live where she did, in a sort of deserted alley she grunted as she heaved him up the stairs, a bit surprised by the weight. After much work, she was finally able to get all the way up and unlock her apartment from the outside to go in. At last, out of the rain which had stopped anyway for some reason and into the warm.
Her TV was on, some news channel going over some breaking news was playing. It was an old style, set in a perfect sqaure. Everything about this room screamed her love for japanese culture. From the poster with half naked men in a pool to her print of a girl in a sailor uniform and obnoxiously long pigtails titled in sparkly font "Sailor Swoon" it would probably come to her guests sense that he certainly wasn't in Kansas anymore. She set him down on her futon bed and rushed to the bathroom to find her first aid kit.
Near her bed numerous paintings hung on the walls, fading from a weeaboo style of decor to a messy artists room. All unique; some landscapes, some anatomy studies, one in particular a beautiful seascape with the faded image of a crying woman in the corner was artistically well done. Something poking his backside would be found to be a set of brushes and waacom pen. Nearby her laptop lay open with the tablet nearby to portray an unfinished drawing.
In the background, the tv showed the face of a cyborgel speaking latin with the final words being; "I am awake."
@Daxam@Fairess
"eep...!"
The pixiebot had lost. Her wings drooped down in sadness at her defeat and she curled her feet up against her. Her arms folded, but she spoke clearly and without anger.
"Noire," Mareesa sighed, her wings twitching sadly. "Detective Jacobi Noire sent me. As for why---"
Her senses were fired up and she stood up straight. Her eyes widened suddenly, and from them a hologram was being projected to display breaking news, something Jacobi had made sure she do so he could keep up with the current crimes. However, without her antenna, the footage was only coming in in the form of static, with only a few things showing through screen-cap like images. The would be able to catch certain things in the audio, which was also very dicey.
"....Cross City Motorway... "
"...hit a wall...."
"...within a ball of water..."
Green eyes shined onto them through the static.
""Vos habere potuit in salutem. Habebis ignis.I am awake."
And then the feed was cut. The pixiebot slumped over, whining. "Ow ow ow ow!! That hurt without my antenna!"
You are all so wonderful, you're truly making the world I have created come to life and I feel so honored to have such an amazing crew here with me today and feel like a proud mom or something. I'll wait till Fairess posts today before I go ahead an put up a post myself. Ugh you're all just so beautiful<3
@Ruki oh you said he was naked in your previous post ^^ I see. She's still gon' take the pic but i'll fix it.
I've never laughed at my own post so hard before as I have with rping Mel
@ScarlettWaters16
Outside the window of the building shows that next door is in fact a casino. Sparkling lights and the muffled sound of intense lively jazz music molest the tranquility of the windows and the subtlety of the sound of rain. A perverse reminder of the industrialization of nature.
It becomes apparent the massive number of bee-boop sounds that fill the abandoned building and they're all coming from the hallway outside the apartment she's taken residence in. If she had stepped out into it, she would see it filled to the brim with active and mingling litter bugs--all of them behaving as they would if they were in a casino. At one end of the hallway there seemed to be a set up in which they mimicked a bar, one litter bug behind a cardboard box flicked pictures of different drinks on its monitor, and the litter bug it 'talked' to would flash on its monitor the beverage it wanted. The bartender litter bug inserted its claw-like hand into the box that served as a bar and pulled out an empty and discarded soda can, serving it to the litter bug that had ordered.
Some even pretended they were drunk by using @~@ faces on their monitors and pretending to fall over. Nearby to it three litter bugs stood in a row, playing as a band with the instruments that they were playing on their monitors. Of course it all just came out as beeps, sounding like a retro game version of Frank Sinatra. Close to them, litter bugs 'danced' by cutely wobbling back and forth around each other.
At the far end of the hallway a gambling area had been set up. The two litter bugs that had raced passed her crossed a makeshift finish line made of twin and cans. Happy litter bugs that had obviously bet money on the winner jumped up and down with >w< on their monitors, while others threw things down, upset at their loss with TT^TT on their monitors.
These bots had literally learned to act this way from the casino they worked in next door.
@Fairess@Daxam
Before she could get a word out, the fucking bastard put a stupid fucking rubber band around her wings. While he did that she acted almost like a bird when it got its wings clipped. She cried out and thrashed, her brows furrowed in annoyance. Even biting him with her small mouth but, as a robot, she had no need for teeth. Dangit. What a load of crap this was! Not to mention he cut her antenna, Jacobi had worked so hard on installing that on her when her old one broke! And now how was she supposed to get home?! UGH! What a freaking day!
When the jerk was done manhandling her, she took a stance in his open hand and stomped her foot, scowling and puffing her feet out in frustration.
"No one sent me, I was looking for piece of tin foil in the dump for my owners collection when that MUTT wagged its tail in my face and I got caught!!!"
It was one of the excuses Jacobi programmed into her if she got caught while spying for him. She attempted to hop and fly around to show how annoyed she was, but instead she fell over in his hand, grossly outweighed by the heavy rubber band on her small, light body. She landed on her butt unceremoniously and pouted, her small green colored lips making it absolutely adorable. But she was far from feeling cute. Her A.I. felt pissy as hell. Her tiny arms folded and she sneered at the Cyborgel.
"Why are you with a stupid obsolete machine anyways?" Her nose wrinkled up and it became clear that the pixiebot had a defined discrimination against the larger machines. Was that a hint of jealousy they could detect? She was still recording, but there was no way to visibly tell.
@Ruki
Mel then realized that this was a cyborgel... and he was.... omg he's so cute.
And in pain
and like... in the rain and stuff.
And cute....<3
Ugh! Okay, she totally had to get him out of here.
"T-Theres no dog here! Uh... Hold on... let me help you...!" She folded her totoro umbrella and quickly moved trash off of him, putting her bagel in her Vocaloid brand book bag. Hatsune Miku's chibi face looked shocked as ever but, ugh, whatever, totally not important right now. God I'm such Weeaboo trash, Mel thought to herself. She moved quickly to move all the things on top of the cute cyborgel off. However, she wasn't prepared to find him... naked.
Boxer shorts. Siiiick.
She took a photo on her phone and put it away.
Thinking fast, I mean, guys totally can't walk around naked, he had to have SOME clothing on right? Well, She wouldn't mind it if he stayed nekkid b-get it together you dunce. She shook her head, blushing a little and rifled through her back. After much wiggling, she managed to get some japanese samurai cosplay bottoms onto his limp legs. Good thing she'd just come from the cosplay cafe.
God it's really starting to dawn on her just how much of a problem she has.
She kneels down and puts his arm around her neck, pulling him up with much grunting. Mel opens up her umbrella. Now... she could get to her apartment through the back way and no one would ask questions, right...? Yeah sounds legit.
"Uh... hang in there buddy. I watched a youtube vid once on how to repair cyborgels. I'm sure its totes accurate you know?" She hoped so, anyways. She slowly began walking, leaning him heavilly against her.
@NuttsnBolts
The young man with the headset scowled as he looked down at his clipboard.
"Aight baby you're the cute face of today's presentation. Now all ya gotta do is walk up to the stage and pull the curtain off the thingy when the signal is given. Just be sure to check in with ya' boss before we get started alright?" He looked up at her in expectancy of an answer, however a yell on the other side of the press conference set up drew more attention.
"What do you mean, breaking news?! THIS is the breaking news!!!" The female reporter seemed to shriek at her agents, furious to have her spotlight stolen.
"Sorry hun, but seriously this police chase is all over the place, ain't no way we can get a feed on the station as it is. We just gotta wait it out."
The reporter continued to let her frustration be known, but it was true. Up on the big screen of the square, a chase on a hoverbike was now drawing attention...
@pure493@PaulHaynek
"KEEP GOING...!"
It was so weird... how these commands came out of her so easily. She briefly wondered why... but now it was just time to let that instinct take control. She held tight to Ethan, her one arm extended to keep the Russian flying behind them. She almost lost focus when the mechanic had hit something, but she regained herself.
Behind them sirens wailed, police hover cars sped after them. The red and blue lights flashed and the unmistakable sound of the siren blared. The rain had come to a drizzle at this point but it was still plenty to work on. However, the anomoly of how she held the Russian in the water is what drew the most attention.
Up above, already a helicopter from a news station was capturing this footage live, and it was being shown on all screens turned to the station. Lee looked up at it and, scowling, she stood up on the back of the bike, turning around to face the situation at hand. Her knees were buckled, and her eyes narrowed. Her hand was getting ready to do.... something. Her green short hair whipped around her face as she looked up at the helicopter. At the same time, with the fog and rain whipping her skin, and the wind ready to rip them off the bike at any moment, this was going to be risky.
Outside the window of the building shows that next door is in fact a casino. Sparkling lights and the muffled sound of intense lively jazz music molest the tranquility of the windows and the subtlety of the sound of rain. A perverse reminder of the industrialization of nature.
It becomes apparent the massive number of bee-boop sounds that fill the abandoned building and they're all coming from the hallway outside the apartment she's taken residence in. If she had stepped out into it, she would see it filled to the brim with active and mingling litter bugs--all of them behaving as they would if they were in a casino. At one end of the hallway there seemed to be a set up in which they mimicked a bar, one litter bug behind a cardboard box flicked pictures of different drinks on its monitor, and the litter bug it 'talked' to would flash on its monitor the beverage it wanted. The bartender litter bug inserted its claw-like hand into the box that served as a bar and pulled out an empty and discarded soda can, serving it to the litter bug that had ordered.
Some even pretended they were drunk by using @~@ faces on their monitors and pretending to fall over. Nearby to it three litter bugs stood in a row, playing as a band with the instruments that they were playing on their monitors. Of course it all just came out as beeps, sounding like a retro game version of Frank Sinatra. Close to them, litter bugs 'danced' by cutely wobbling back and forth around each other.
At the far end of the hallway a gambling area had been set up. The two litter bugs that had raced passed her crossed a makeshift finish line made of twin and cans. Happy litter bugs that had obviously bet money on the winner jumped up and down with >w< on their monitors, while others threw things down, upset at their loss with TT^TT on their monitors.
These bots had literally learned to act this way from the casino they worked in next door.
@Fairess@Daxam
Before she could get a word out, the fucking bastard put a stupid fucking rubber band around her wings. While he did that she acted almost like a bird when it got its wings clipped. She cried out and thrashed, her brows furrowed in annoyance. Even biting him with her small mouth but, as a robot, she had no need for teeth. Dangit. What a load of crap this was! Not to mention he cut her antenna, Jacobi had worked so hard on installing that on her when her old one broke! And now how was she supposed to get home?! UGH! What a freaking day!
When the jerk was done manhandling her, she took a stance in his open hand and stomped her foot, scowling and puffing her feet out in frustration.
"No one sent me, I was looking for piece of tin foil in the dump for my owners collection when that MUTT wagged its tail in my face and I got caught!!!"
It was one of the excuses Jacobi programmed into her if she got caught while spying for him. She attempted to hop and fly around to show how annoyed she was, but instead she fell over in his hand, grossly outweighed by the heavy rubber band on her small, light body. She landed on her butt unceremoniously and pouted, her small green colored lips making it absolutely adorable. But she was far from feeling cute. Her A.I. felt pissy as hell. Her tiny arms folded and she sneered at the Cyborgel.
"Why are you with a stupid obsolete machine anyways?" Her nose wrinkled up and it became clear that the pixiebot had a defined discrimination against the larger machines. Was that a hint of jealousy they could detect? She was still recording, but there was no way to visibly tell.
@Ruki
Mel then realized that this was a cyborgel... and he was.... omg he's so cute.
And in pain
and like... in the rain and stuff.
And cute....<3
Ugh! Okay, she totally had to get him out of here.
"T-Theres no dog here! Uh... Hold on... let me help you...!" She folded her totoro umbrella and quickly moved trash off of him, putting her bagel in her Vocaloid brand book bag. Hatsune Miku's chibi face looked shocked as ever but, ugh, whatever, totally not important right now. God I'm such Weeaboo trash, Mel thought to herself. She moved quickly to move all the things on top of the cute cyborgel off. However, she wasn't prepared to find him... naked.
Boxer shorts. Siiiick.
She took a photo on her phone and put it away.
Thinking fast, I mean, guys totally can't walk around naked, he had to have SOME clothing on right? Well, She wouldn't mind it if he stayed nekkid b-get it together you dunce. She shook her head, blushing a little and rifled through her back. After much wiggling, she managed to get some japanese samurai cosplay bottoms onto his limp legs. Good thing she'd just come from the cosplay cafe.
God it's really starting to dawn on her just how much of a problem she has.
She kneels down and puts his arm around her neck, pulling him up with much grunting. Mel opens up her umbrella. Now... she could get to her apartment through the back way and no one would ask questions, right...? Yeah sounds legit.
"Uh... hang in there buddy. I watched a youtube vid once on how to repair cyborgels. I'm sure its totes accurate you know?" She hoped so, anyways. She slowly began walking, leaning him heavilly against her.
@NuttsnBolts
The young man with the headset scowled as he looked down at his clipboard.
"Aight baby you're the cute face of today's presentation. Now all ya gotta do is walk up to the stage and pull the curtain off the thingy when the signal is given. Just be sure to check in with ya' boss before we get started alright?" He looked up at her in expectancy of an answer, however a yell on the other side of the press conference set up drew more attention.
"What do you mean, breaking news?! THIS is the breaking news!!!" The female reporter seemed to shriek at her agents, furious to have her spotlight stolen.
"Sorry hun, but seriously this police chase is all over the place, ain't no way we can get a feed on the station as it is. We just gotta wait it out."
The reporter continued to let her frustration be known, but it was true. Up on the big screen of the square, a chase on a hoverbike was now drawing attention...
@pure493@PaulHaynek
"KEEP GOING...!"
It was so weird... how these commands came out of her so easily. She briefly wondered why... but now it was just time to let that instinct take control. She held tight to Ethan, her one arm extended to keep the Russian flying behind them. She almost lost focus when the mechanic had hit something, but she regained herself.
Behind them sirens wailed, police hover cars sped after them. The red and blue lights flashed and the unmistakable sound of the siren blared. The rain had come to a drizzle at this point but it was still plenty to work on. However, the anomoly of how she held the Russian in the water is what drew the most attention.
Up above, already a helicopter from a news station was capturing this footage live, and it was being shown on all screens turned to the station. Lee looked up at it and, scowling, she stood up on the back of the bike, turning around to face the situation at hand. Her knees were buckled, and her eyes narrowed. Her hand was getting ready to do.... something. Her green short hair whipped around her face as she looked up at the helicopter. At the same time, with the fog and rain whipping her skin, and the wind ready to rip them off the bike at any moment, this was going to be risky.
Are ya'll freakin ready for the bomb thats going to be dropped soon?
Cause I don't think you are eue
Cause I don't think you are eue
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