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

[school_of_mod]

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~]

Comments

OH NO ;^; fare thee well icons YOU WILL BE MISSED

[strangle]

No, no. [ He gives Mod a 'are you stupid' look. ] What? That's not a place.

[ It's not a place because Satero doesn't recognize the name and he knows the names of every place in the world. Or: it's not a place, because Satero says so. ]

I WILL BE BACK FOR THEM...when I stop being broke, sob

[school_of_mod]

Oh, then I guess you're in an endless void. Escape routes? Fresh out, I'm afraid.

[strangle]

[ Satero stares.

And stares.

And keeps on staring.

The next thing he knows, he's up on his feet and has made a spirited attempt to collar Mod and drag him in. ]

Say that again.

[school_of_mod]

[And too slow, man. Mod is off of his vespa and out of the way, smirk still present.]

I think I will: there's no way out of here.

[strangle]

[ Pffff. Not if Satero has anything to say about it! Which he, uh, actually doesn't. But that's not gonna stop him.

Satero gives Mod a blank look. His gaze slowly shifts from Mod, to the now unmanned vespa, back to Mod again, back to the vespa.

In the blink of an eye, Satero's swung himself into the now-empty seat, rolling the throttle before he's even landed to take off down the road as fast as the thing will go. He doesn't even take the time to yell a hearty 'fuck you!' at Mod, though he's definitely thinking it. ]

[school_of_mod]

Oi, what the bloody 'ell do you think you're doing?

[He narrows his eyes and waves his cane, a school bell echoing in the distance.]

Get back 'ere!

[And...Satero may or may not notice the vespa's light suddenly turn red. But even if he doesn't notice that, he will currently notice the vehicle moving on its own, as if trying to shake him off.]

[strangle]

[ Nope, Satero doesn't notice jack. In fact he barely even notices the erratic movement until he nearly falls off the thing, at which point it becomes a problem.

He regains balance momentarily and looks up to see that they're headed straight into the side of a building. ]

Fuck--!

[ He swerves one way. The vespa decides to swerve the other. The end result is that Satero falls right off and crash lands on the road while the vespa rolls along merrily without a driver for another few seconds.

WELL, THAT WAS FUN WHILE IT LASTED. ]

Sorry about being late!

[school_of_mod]

[And the vespa will continue to drive up on its own until it gets close to Mod. He hops on the vespa and proceeds to drive right up to Satero.]

Righto. Nice try, laddie. But yer going to 'ave to do better than that!

[And after very maturely sticking out his tongue, he floors the vehicle and leaves Satero in the dust.]

nah, you're fine! B)

[strangle]

[ It only takes Satero a couple seconds to come to terms with what had just happened. But by then, Mod's already gone.

Satero gets back up to his feet and spits in Mod's direction. ]

Fuck off! Your bike's still shit!

[ And with that equally mature retort, Satero shoves his hands into his pockets and stomps off in the opposite direction. UNTIL NEXT TIME, THEN.... ]