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Might wanna get some self motivation in the future. I hear that's reeeeal good for, ya know, staying alive.
[A big ol' toothy grin. And if he's getting a proper look at his face, this guy certainly looks like a bandit. Half his face is completely scarred up, and his right eye blank and defunct. It's almost a bit too much.
That said, the confidence wanes slightly as he peers at Akira's handiwork, and he wrinkles his nose.]
[ROWDY BOY. . . Akira arches a brow at the question; there's nothing about this guy that outwardly ways I'M FROM THE 1800'S, but he has had this question once already, so. . .]
A car is like a horseless carriage. It moves by itself, but only if you have the key.
[points at the exposed wires]
I'm trying to get this thing started without the key.
[He's an adaptable guy like that. The explanation is simple and to the point though, and he quickly gets the gist of it. Fancy automatic carriage, got it. More importantly, it puts his mind at ease that he didn't get got by some young punk. He isn't losing his touch that badly, he hopes.]
Now why didn't ya just lead with that? If you're just a thief, you ain't the one that brought me here. I got no beef with ya!
[He leans back in his seat, clapping his hands together, appeased.]
That said, if yer tryin' to steal it, that must mean it's worth somethin', yeah? And I can't just leave some kid to have all the spoils to himself! That wouldn't be responsible.
[A cackle, and that grin is back. He's not gonna pass up the chance to have chauffeur okay, even if he's never been in the seat of a proper modern automobile before. He snaps his fingers.]
So! Get to stealin'! If ya can't figure this out, maybe yer best left to small time crime.
[Well then. Time for Chobe to get up, bending over as far as he can. . .and then try to smack Akira right aside his head. It's just a normal slap--maybe a little too normal for someone who was just threatening his life, like he's used to trying to get folks to shape up. He could do the whole vine magic shit again, but why waste it? That and he's just utterly baffled at the disrespect. He's a feared and ruthless bandit! When did civilians get so catty??]
Oi, brat! Get the hell up! You got a death wish? I want this box movin'! Or do ya wanna be hand delivered to whatever rich fuck is tryin' to sell us off?!
[He's aware he could just leap out of this mobile prison and book it on foot. But he's in an unknown place at an unknown time, and for as confident as he is, he figures a bit of caution is warranted in this situation.]
[SO FUCKING SORRY CHOBE YOU GOT AKIRA IN MAXIMUM BRAT MODE--]
[unfortunately, pretending to nap means he doesn't see the smack coming. it's not a hard enough thwack to do any real damage, but Akira still lets out a strangled yelp and bolts suddenly upright, head pressed against his head. he looks so offended?? excuse you, sir???]
I don't think it's that serious--
[rubs his head with a grumpy pout, before scooting closer to the ignition wires and toying with them again]
Has anyone told you that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar?
[He huffs. Rather than sitting down he's now gonna stay flopped over the headrest, watching him, arms crossed so he can rest his chin. Bandit he may be, but Chobe's also a big brother first, so he's got a strong drive to make sure younger subordinates get shit done. Not that he'd call Akira a subordinate--right now he's just along for the ride. A passive hostage, if you will. But even still, he's keeping his good eye on him now.]
But sorry, ain't an ounce of sap in my blood, so yer gonna have to deal. Would love to know what circumstances yer used to wakin' up in if this don't set off alarm bells. I'm givin' ya free advice here--listen to your betters if yer gonna try to make a name for yourself, brat.
[a short laugh at that, and the corners of Akira's lips turn upward into an amused grin. obviously, this is just some weird elaborate dream!1 but he doesn't say that aloud, because that would ruin the immersion, wouldn't it? maybe he isn't yet ready to wake up!!]
[so instead, he merely shrugs, tilting his head towards Chobe as he works, a quiet acknowledgement of the interest]
You've got to be at least Confidant rank 7 for that information.
[he never stops being cheeky, does he. the wires spark in his hands, resistant to his attempts at putting the right ones together, and he draws back with a sharp hiss]
[What does that even MEAN Akira!! Chobe's good eye slowly blinks, and he clicks his tongue.]
Y'know, maybe I was mistaken. Ya done lost all yer wits, huh? Damn, I got stuck with a dud.
[Maybe he should just kill him!! He seriously considers, just as he hears the snap of that sparking. Another frown, and then he lets out a gruff sigh, moving the sleeve back on his arm. His skin writhes and then parts, a couple of thin, woody vines shooting out. One wraps around Akira's hand, the other twisting around part of the wire.]
That's electricity, yeah? Try now, idiot.
[He may not know how cars work, but electricity in general he knows how to deal with. Grass types are resistant to electric, those are pokemon rules right.]
I'm not a dud. [said with some offense, his irritation at not being able to COOLLY HOTWIRE A CAR seeping through. what kind of thief is he, anyway! Morgana you should have trained him better!!] I've just never--
[before he can admit that he has never done this before, vines curl around his wrist and hand, and his entire body stiffens in fight or flight. but when he realizes it's not another attack but rather an attempt at helping him. . .]
[well. he relaxes slightly. but only slightly]
[also yeh Pokemon rules always win!1]
[with a breath, he connects the wires again. and this time, instead of sparking at him dangerously. . . the engine slowly springs to life]
With my help, ya brat! [He has no idea what Akira even did. He's gonna pull those vines back now. They unwrap from Akira's hand and slink back into his skin.]
So the box is vibratin'. What now? You know how to get it movin'? Or am I gonna have to hold yer hand for that, too?
[only when the vines are gone does Akira relax completely, though admittedly some of his danger senses have dulled now that he is focused on the car. the car! that is running! that he hotwired!! fuck yeah!!]
If you don't even know what a car is, then there's no way you can drive one.
[but he does gesture to the passenger seat. hop in buddy, you've earned shotgun. meanwhile, Akira is positioning himself behind the steering wheel, one hand resting on the gear]
I don't have a license yet, buuuut I know what I'm doing from here on out.
[all that practice with video games and the Mona bus]
Don't doubt the power of the bandit king, kid. But I'm letting you operate this shit outta the goodness of my big damn heart.
[Look how kind he is, gosh! He frowns slightly before awkwardly clambering over the seat--he's a grown ass man and how else do you climb to the front!! Eventually enough he flops down haphazardly, glaring through the windshield. Okay, maybe he would have immediately gotten more information if he had initially just...fucking looked out a window, but he ain't admitting that now. He leans back, arms behind his head.]
You yap a lot, ya know that? A real thief don't give a shit about what yer allowed to do or not. Ya just do it.
[He's not used to being the least shitty person in the room. Is this the boon of youth. Fucked up.
A roll of his eyes and he follows suit, figuring out how this strap thing works. He doesn't need to worry about safety due to immortality and all but Akira doesn't need to know that!!]
I ain't ever met a thief that was such a stickler for rules.
Only when it means I'm being a pain in the ass for the other guy in the room.
[OKAY MAYBE HE'LL CHILL A LITTLE NOW. at any rate, he shifts the gear of the car into drive and starts propelling it forward, maneuvering around the other fancy ones parked around them]
Haaah? Ya know, underlings should give their names first before demandin' answers. S'just polite.
[Rude!! Doesn't he know how bandit hierarchy works? But, he is trapped in a giant moving metal box, and frankly he does not want to figure it out on his own right now. Judging by all the other cars around, they're clearly not alone in this scenario. It'd be a huge pain in the ass to cause more friction now, and also...well, he can use Akira as a meat shield or hostage later if need be. Win/win!!]
You've got the pleasure of escortin' Aza Chobe, the infamous Bandit King. So if ya wanna use it as a name, I won't stop ya. Murder, arson, battery--ya name it, I've done it. So ya better stay on my good side, yeah?
[true to his earlier word, Akira is a pretty damn good driver. all that practice with the Monabus!! of course, the more he weaves from parking lane to parking lane, the bigger this entire garage seems. is there an end in sight?? and it's no fun to slowly cruise from aisle to aisle. if one is stealing a car, there needs to be a high speed chase!!]
[problems for later Akira, who is-- at the moment-- more curious about the Bandit King. Aza Chobe, is it. . . huh]
You can call me. . . Joker.
[he gives the code name, if only because it's hard not to have one's guard up against someone who a) threatened him with a pointy object and b) brags about murder]
I can't say my rap sheet is as. . . [a beat. it's not "impressive," really] . . . expansive as yours.
So yer a whore? Well, it's hard out there for some folks. Least ya got a pretty face for it. Lame ass name, though. Who the hell wants to sleep with a clown?
[He's a bandit but he's all for equal opportunity sluts. Get it, Joker.]
No! That's not-- way to ruin a guy's attempt at sounding cool!
[he is also pro-equal opportunity sluts and sex work, but HE ALSO CAN'T HELP THE WAY HIS FACE TURNS BEET RED AT THE IDEA. he was trying to be enigmatic! mysterious!!! WHY YOU GOTTA BE LIKE THIS, BANDIT KING]
[He's only got one eye Joker, you think he can see through all that mystery bullshit?? He props his elbow up on his window, squinting at Akira with utter confusion. A whore is a respectful position, get yourself a sugar mama or daddy Joker, be that house husband. ]
That was an attempt? Well shit, you suck at it. I thought ya were useful enough gettin' this box moving, you ain't gotta lie like a dumbass brat.
[HELP. IT IS A PERFECTLY RESPECTABLE PROFESSION HE JUST KNOWS IT IS NOT FOR HIM!!]
[he slumps a bit in his seat, heat still radiating from his cheeks as scarlet creeps up to the tips of his ears. don't mind his sulky glowering; don't worry, it won't affect his driving]
I wasn't lying.
[GOD]
Maybe I should've said I steal desires? Distorted thoughts? Man, I wasn't going to explain it, but I guess I have to now. . .
[You see this icon, Akira? That's how he's looking. Yes, he needs detail. Because from Chobe's perspective he's just sounding more and more like a man whore. Distorted thoughts? Desires? Is. . .is this like a kink??
And damn, Akira's red. Hell maybe he's too late and Akira's already been sold off. Damn yeah, that's gotta be it. Joker's new to this life and still hasn't learned to throw away shame. Sucks for him. . .!
Anyway better explain before Chobe makes up a more elaborate story in his head.]
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[A big ol' toothy grin. And if he's getting a proper look at his face, this guy certainly looks like a bandit. Half his face is completely scarred up, and his right eye blank and defunct. It's almost a bit too much.
That said, the confidence wanes slightly as he peers at Akira's handiwork, and he wrinkles his nose.]
Hotbox a what now?
[He's from the 1800s!!]
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A car is like a horseless carriage. It moves by itself, but only if you have the key.
[points at the exposed wires]
I'm trying to get this thing started without the key.
[a beat]
So basically, I'm trying to steal it.
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Now why didn't ya just lead with that? If you're just a thief, you ain't the one that brought me here. I got no beef with ya!
[He leans back in his seat, clapping his hands together, appeased.]
That said, if yer tryin' to steal it, that must mean it's worth somethin', yeah? And I can't just leave some kid to have all the spoils to himself! That wouldn't be responsible.
[A cackle, and that grin is back. He's not gonna pass up the chance to have chauffeur okay, even if he's never been in the seat of a proper modern automobile before. He snaps his fingers.]
So! Get to stealin'! If ya can't figure this out, maybe yer best left to small time crime.
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Ah. There goes my motivation again. Fickle thing, isn't it?
[and then he just. flops over the front seat, sprawled out with hands behind his head, hood pulled over his eyes]
I think I'll just take a nap instead.
[brat!!]
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Oi, brat! Get the hell up! You got a death wish? I want this box movin'! Or do ya wanna be hand delivered to whatever rich fuck is tryin' to sell us off?!
[He's aware he could just leap out of this mobile prison and book it on foot. But he's in an unknown place at an unknown time, and for as confident as he is, he figures a bit of caution is warranted in this situation.]
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[unfortunately, pretending to nap means he doesn't see the smack coming. it's not a hard enough thwack to do any real damage, but Akira still lets out a strangled yelp and bolts suddenly upright, head pressed against his head. he looks so offended?? excuse you, sir???]
I don't think it's that serious--
[rubs his head with a grumpy pout, before scooting closer to the ignition wires and toying with them again]
Has anyone told you that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar?
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[He huffs. Rather than sitting down he's now gonna stay flopped over the headrest, watching him, arms crossed so he can rest his chin. Bandit he may be, but Chobe's also a big brother first, so he's got a strong drive to make sure younger subordinates get shit done. Not that he'd call Akira a subordinate--right now he's just along for the ride. A passive hostage, if you will. But even still, he's keeping his good eye on him now.]
But sorry, ain't an ounce of sap in my blood, so yer gonna have to deal. Would love to know what circumstances yer used to wakin' up in if this don't set off alarm bells. I'm givin' ya free advice here--listen to your betters if yer gonna try to make a name for yourself, brat.
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[so instead, he merely shrugs, tilting his head towards Chobe as he works, a quiet acknowledgement of the interest]
You've got to be at least Confidant rank 7 for that information.
[he never stops being cheeky, does he. the wires spark in his hands, resistant to his attempts at putting the right ones together, and he draws back with a sharp hiss]
Damn. . .
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Y'know, maybe I was mistaken. Ya done lost all yer wits, huh? Damn, I got stuck with a dud.
[Maybe he should just kill him!! He seriously considers, just as he hears the snap of that sparking. Another frown, and then he lets out a gruff sigh, moving the sleeve back on his arm. His skin writhes and then parts, a couple of thin, woody vines shooting out. One wraps around Akira's hand, the other twisting around part of the wire.]
That's electricity, yeah? Try now, idiot.
[He may not know how cars work, but electricity in general he knows how to deal with. Grass types are resistant to electric, those are pokemon rules right.]
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[before he can admit that he has never done this before, vines curl around his wrist and hand, and his entire body stiffens in fight or flight. but when he realizes it's not another attack but rather an attempt at helping him. . .]
[well. he relaxes slightly. but only slightly]
[also yeh Pokemon rules always win!1]
[with a breath, he connects the wires again. and this time, instead of sparking at him dangerously. . . the engine slowly springs to life]
-- hah! I've done it!
[PROUD]
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So the box is vibratin'. What now? You know how to get it movin'? Or am I gonna have to hold yer hand for that, too?
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If you don't even know what a car is, then there's no way you can drive one.
[but he does gesture to the passenger seat. hop in buddy, you've earned shotgun. meanwhile, Akira is positioning himself behind the steering wheel, one hand resting on the gear]
I don't have a license yet, buuuut I know what I'm doing from here on out.
[all that practice with video games and the Mona bus]
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[Look how kind he is, gosh! He frowns slightly before awkwardly clambering over the seat--he's a grown ass man and how else do you climb to the front!! Eventually enough he flops down haphazardly, glaring through the windshield. Okay, maybe he would have immediately gotten more information if he had initially just...fucking looked out a window, but he ain't admitting that now. He leans back, arms behind his head.]
You yap a lot, ya know that? A real thief don't give a shit about what yer allowed to do or not. Ya just do it.
So what're ya waiting for?
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For you to buckle your seatbelt.
[he grabs at his own, brow quirked as he pulls it over his body and clicks it into place]
Even the best thieves know that safety comes first.
[okay, Akira!!]
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[He's not used to being the least shitty person in the room. Is this the boon of youth. Fucked up.
A roll of his eyes and he follows suit, figuring out how this strap thing works. He doesn't need to worry about safety due to immortality and all but Akira doesn't need to know that!!]
I ain't ever met a thief that was such a stickler for rules.
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Only when it means I'm being a pain in the ass for the other guy in the room.
[OKAY MAYBE HE'LL CHILL A LITTLE NOW. at any rate, he shifts the gear of the car into drive and starts propelling it forward, maneuvering around the other fancy ones parked around them]
So. . . Bandit King.
[a thoughtful tilt of his head]
Is that your name, or just a title?
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[Rude!! Doesn't he know how bandit hierarchy works? But, he is trapped in a giant moving metal box, and frankly he does not want to figure it out on his own right now. Judging by all the other cars around, they're clearly not alone in this scenario. It'd be a huge pain in the ass to cause more friction now, and also...well, he can use Akira as a meat shield or hostage later if need be. Win/win!!]
You've got the pleasure of escortin' Aza Chobe, the infamous Bandit King. So if ya wanna use it as a name, I won't stop ya. Murder, arson, battery--ya name it, I've done it. So ya better stay on my good side, yeah?
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[true to his earlier word, Akira is a pretty damn good driver. all that practice with the Monabus!! of course, the more he weaves from parking lane to parking lane, the bigger this entire garage seems. is there an end in sight?? and it's no fun to slowly cruise from aisle to aisle. if one is stealing a car, there needs to be a high speed chase!!]
[problems for later Akira, who is-- at the moment-- more curious about the Bandit King. Aza Chobe, is it. . . huh]
You can call me. . . Joker.
[he gives the code name, if only because it's hard not to have one's guard up against someone who a) threatened him with a pointy object and b) brags about murder]
I can't say my rap sheet is as. . . [a beat. it's not "impressive," really] . . . expansive as yours.
[a cheeky smile]
I specialize in stealing hearts.
[and no, he is not going to explain himself]
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So yer a whore? Well, it's hard out there for some folks. Least ya got a pretty face for it. Lame ass name, though. Who the hell wants to sleep with a clown?
[He's a bandit but he's all for equal opportunity sluts. Get it, Joker.]
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No! That's not-- way to ruin a guy's attempt at sounding cool!
[he is also pro-equal opportunity sluts and sex work, but HE ALSO CAN'T HELP THE WAY HIS FACE TURNS BEET RED AT THE IDEA. he was trying to be enigmatic! mysterious!!! WHY YOU GOTTA BE LIKE THIS, BANDIT KING]
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That was an attempt? Well shit, you suck at it. I thought ya were useful enough gettin' this box moving, you ain't gotta lie like a dumbass brat.
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[he slumps a bit in his seat, heat still radiating from his cheeks as scarlet creeps up to the tips of his ears. don't mind his sulky glowering; don't worry, it won't affect his driving]
I wasn't lying.
[GOD]
Maybe I should've said I steal desires? Distorted thoughts? Man, I wasn't going to explain it, but I guess I have to now. . .
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And damn, Akira's red. Hell maybe he's too late and Akira's already been sold off. Damn yeah, that's gotta be it. Joker's new to this life and still hasn't learned to throw away shame. Sucks for him. . .!
Anyway better explain before Chobe makes up a more elaborate story in his head.]
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