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Your engine is runnin' now, you're thinkin' you might just floor it~

Date & Time: Early afternoon.
Location: ANYWHERE OUTSIDE ~~nowhere is safe~~
Characters: Mad Mod and YOU!
Summary: Mod just finished working on a little toy of his. Run.
Warnings: It's Mod with a moped. That should give you an idea.
Status: Open like the gaps in his teeth.

[Oh hello citizens of Exsilium, I trust you've all been well? After the giant Roman Invasion things have been pretty quiet...

Well that's about to change. You may be walking through the city getting food, you might be getting other supplies, on your way to train, or even just hanging out. You may hear an engine revving up during your trip...followed by a crazy British man with red hair in a driving outfit speeding by on a moped. If you DO see one, not only did he most likely almost hit you, but he doesn't seem to be driving it right...just kicking back while the vehicle moves like it has a mind of its own...

...and maybe it does. So anyway, I'd get outta the way if I were you~]

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Vespa, dear. Typical American mistake. Odd, considering you don't look it.

I have been staying in Japan as of late. I would consider myself more... German.

German, eh? Not bad, certainly better than the French.

[He shrugs, then smirks.]

So. You 'ave a name, lass?

Indeed.

*Hime nodded*

You can call me Hime.

[And by this point, Mod has stopped the vespa, put it in park, and got off of it, to give a bow.]

Mad Mod, though feel free to call me Moddie.

Mad Mod? Don't even try to hide it do you?

Not in the least.

So, what world are you from?

Earth, though I doubt that means anything since I'm sure there's a bunch of lads an' luvvies from different versions of Earth.

That is true, but at least you are not from some world that's like earth but the airplanes are all little girls, or something like that.

Sounds like something Dr. Seuss would come up with. If he got hammered.

You'd be surprised what actually exists in the world, the things you can't see.

I suppose so, truth is stranger than fiction, after all.

You could say that.

Now, back to your... noteworthy driving skills. I suppose being from England would explain them.

Well for us Brits, the right side of the road to drive on is the left side.

An' we are in Jolly ole' England, even if it doesn't look like it.

I wouldn't call this place very Jolly.

Not right now, of course. Bloody clods ruined it.

Indeed.

So, do you intend to ride that till you run someone down, or into someone tries to stop you?

I'll be taking the third option: until I choose to stop.

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