Capsule 004 💊 (Video)

[rassera]

[Kaneda had been in Heropa for a day or so when he say Kazu talking to a certain missing psychic. Kazu was his only clue to where he could be, and Heropa was the last place he'd been. Well, he wasn't exactly wrong; Tetsuo was indeed on the move and causing trouble, Kaneda now in pursuit of him. How does he keep up? Well, he just looked for the trail of betrayal and bitterness (and destruction) and followed that. His bike was fast, sure, but Tetsuo had a good head start, not to mention Kaneda was actually trying to avoid traffic an pedestrians. SHOUT OUT TO STILL NOT HAVING HIS DRIVER'S LICENSE.

Wait.

Traffic.

That's it. While in pursuit, and police sirens heavy in his ears, he pulls out his comm. Hello everyone! Don't use the phone and drive.]

KANEDA HERE!

[Why is he yelling? Well, the sirens in the background, as well as the wind whipping past him makes it hard for decent conversation. What can he say? He's doing this for all of you! He seems to be resting his wrist on his handlebar while holding the phone up with his fingers, eyes kept on the road as he surveys the situation.]

Figured now would be a great time to do a traffic report since some people [see: Quill] think I'm not dedicated enough to my job. Wanna see your traffic?

[His hand flicks the communicator up against the glass windshield of his bike, swirling around to show Tetsuo and a girl he can't seem to recognize off in the distance causing havoc, police just ahead of him in the chase. He knew those guys didn't stand a chance. Call it first hand experience from the Swear-In.]

THERE'S YOUR TRAFFIC, HEROPA. OUT OF THE WAY!

[He weaves past a few of the cop cars, only one following over the overpass that lies ahead. If he can just get past it, it'd be easy to take him down. Tetsuo wasn't much further, close enough to see him do what would normally be too dangerous of a jump for his skill--Oh wait. That's a flying police car in his direction. There's no time to react, except swerve his bike in the least damaging way to impact this.]

SHIT!

[And the feed cuts to static, a scream and a loud, sickening 'clank'. It fritzes for a moment or two, and when it opens back up, despite the video having a few glitches, shows a nice overhead view of the street below the overpass. gravel and dust brushes past the screen as something starts to move it. Seems like Kaneda's still got a hold of it, fingers gripping it for dear life as his initial signs of life move it towards his face. You look like a car ran over you, kid.]

Jesus Christ...Ow.

[The impact had certainly done some damage to him, his yellow shirt with a nice tear at the shoulder to the armpit, and his head hurts like a motherfucker. Some bruising, too, naturally, because he certainly couldn't get enough of that! But for the most part, he's pretty okay, which is more than a lot of people can say from being hit with a police car. Most of them are...you know. Dead. His one free hand reaches up to his hair, trying to get the constant wooziness out of his head before he turns, eyes cast down to--

!!

HE CERTAINLY IS HANGING OVER THAT OVERPASS--there's a slight moment of panic, hands scrambling to cling to whatever stone lie still intact beneat him, before trailing his own body to see just what's keeping him from becoming a pancake on the freeway. Upon inspection, it looks like some twisted metal from the railing caught around his ankle, locking him firmly in place, albeit upside down. Bending up, the puts his hands on his boot ankle to inspect it. Bad, BAD idea. Needles shoot up his side, lacing his entire chest with pain as he attempts to Maybe that car did a little more damage than he realized...and his bike? Well, that's nowhere to be seen.

Slumping in defeat, he holds the camera up and throws his free arm across his eyes. Heads.]

Say, anyone want to help a guy out?

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[whitequeens]

[Her face turns a little darker red as she realizes she's being teased.] --okay, I can do that, at least...

[She slides behind him, sitting side-saddle, and tucks the back of her skirt between her ankles so it won't get caught in anything. After a moment's hesitation, she sets her arms on his hips, holding tightly around his waist so that she won't fall.] I'm ready.

[rassera]

[His muscles tense slightly as she wraps her arms around his waist, still a bit tender from the beating he took from the car. There was bruising there, but it was the one thing that healing couldn't touch.

After making sure he's got her, his hands pull the bike handles down, tapping at keys on his nav control to set a course. The bike seems to light up, engine at a warm hum as he finishes. Making sure her feet are tucked up in that area, he rotates the handlebar grips, engine revving a soft roar.]

Hold on!

[Green electricity pours out of that front wheel as it starts to spin, the back one soon following as they rocket off, all that's left of them is a ribbon like trail light from the tail end of the motorcycle. Like the tail of a kite.

As for them? They're rocketing down Heropa's highway.]

[whitequeens]

[Euphemia squeaks slightly as inertia gives way to movement, and she's pressed firmly against the back of the seat, Kaneda's weight in turn pressing back against him. She squeezes his middle tightly, pressing her cheek to his shoulder so hard it might well leave an imprint on her skin until they've reached top speed and she doesn't feel like she's going to fall off anymore.

Actually, this is kind of thrilling.]

[rassera]

[Kaneda throws his head up a bit, letting the wind whip through his hair a moment as he picks up speed. No matter what, this was where he belonged, on the road, in the streets, and too fast for the naked eye to keep up with. With a laugh, he leans his bike to the side, letting it turn itself naturally with the curvature of the road.

He feels her grip tighter, enjoying that a little as he leans, his shoulder rolling a little against that cheek pressed against it. The engine slows a moment as the bike makes a corner on the street, onto the highway before bolting with speed, making a beeline down the freeway. Kaneda's handling is rough, but at the same time elegant, completely self taught from anyone looking closely. He zips past cars, slaloming inbetween them with ease.

Another turn, almost doubling back as his hand reaches out, running his fingers through that tail light and right for the Heropa Porter.]

[whitequeens]

[She should have put her hair up, or something. As it is, her long pink hair trails behind them like a bird's tail, practically horizontal at the speeds they're going at. She clings tightly to him, further squeaks coming every time they make a rough turn or squeeze in between two cars much, much closer than she's comfortable with.

You are reckless, Kaneda! Geez!]

[rassera]

[He hears her, but had it been anything he couldn't handle, he wouldn't have done it. Not that that's saying a lot, Kaneda often didn't shy down from a challenge. But that just meant he could handle pretty much anything thrown at him.

As long as it wasn't a cop car.

He whips through the traffic, any and all stoplights more than forgotten as cars honk at them, angry people leaning out of cars and shaking their fists, maybe a 'DAMN IMPORTS' thrown out there.

His handling becomes easier once they make that last turn, coming up to the Porter and turning the dial on one of those handlebars to slow it.

The bike starts to pivot sideways, his feet going out and touching the ground to help slow it. It's amazing the rubber on his boots doesn't peel straight off.


..and park.]

Made it!

[whitequeens]

[Her hands squeeze him so tightly she feels like he's going to pop when he turns, screeching to a sideways halt, and just like that they've stopped.

She doesn't quite let go until she's absolutely certain everything's stopped moving, and then it's slowly, reluctantly.

Her feet touch down on the solid ground. Her hair is a mess.] W-well. That was... very exciting!

[rassera]

[A small part of him misses her holding on tight as she lets go, unable to make that smile disappear from his face. He knows he shouldn't laugh at her hair, and in his defense, he's trying really hard not to, merely reducing it to that grin as he steps off.]

Hah, That's a good look for you!

[A little tease as he reaches to try and fix it a little.]

C'mon, we'll walk the rest.

[whitequeens]

[Her cheeks turn slightly red at his teasing, and she reaches up to (futilely) put her hair back in place herself. Eventually, she's... somewhat satisfied with it, though it's far from the immaculate coif she usually sports.] Do you always drive so... aggressively?

[rassera]

[He watches her, hand reaching up every now and then to brush a stray strand back into place. He leads her through the Porter before answering, taking them to Maurita Falls as he puts one hand in his pocket.]

Aggressive? [Not the word he'd use--more like 'a work of art', but he won't judge.

[Instead, he smiles, taking the goggles off his forehead and snapping it around his opposite arm.]

Guilty as charged.