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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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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]
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.]
[WHY DOES HE SUDDENLY HAVE THE URGE TO SMOTHER CHOBE WITH A PILLOW]
It's both a literal and a metaphorical thing.
[wheeeee they're taking yet ANOTHER turn around a parking lane in this gigantically huge garage. driving around like this is getting kind of boring]
Imagine a world created only from the cognition of humans. A world molded by people's thoughts, emotions, wants and desires. [a beat] And not just the salacious ones.
[He opens up his mouth to respond because--literal?? Okay ripping out people's hearts sounds fucking badass. But Akira continues and Chobe almost goes cross eyed. WELL...THE RIPPING OUT HEARTS IS STILL COOL...!]
Right, so, magic bullshit?
[Nailed it.]
I'll believe it when I see it. Right now my desire is to get out of this fucking cavern! Can ya steal a way out? Or at least some different scenery?
[yeah unfortunately sometimes he likes the way it burns]
Hang onto your ass, Bandit King.
[VROOM VROOM, he's revving that engine some more, before he turns his gaze onto the path ahead of him. he has a clear shot of the garage wall, framed by a few more fancy cars. target: locked]
I can't be held responsible for what happens next--!
[AND THEN HE FLOORS IT. PEDAL TO THE METAL!!!]
[the vehicle lurches forward, rocketing across the garage like a bullet, headed right for the wall]
[for the sake of nobody dying of stupidity in this thread, I'm gonna say the distance traveled was. . . not that much. so despite Akira's sudden acceleration, the car slams into the wall hard enough to total the front with a sickening crunch. . . but that's about it!]
[the impact will jostle Akira and Chobe around quite a bit (MIND THE SEATBELT AND HOW IT DIGS INTO ONE'S SKIN UPON SUDDEN DECELERATION). a sharp hiss now fills the air as the poor radiator leaks all over the steaming hot engine. Akira. . . well]
[he wheezes a bit from his position bent over the steering wheel before he sits up, hair tousled and robe hanging slightly off his shoulder]
[Yes! YES!!!! Vroom vroom motherfucker!! He's never been in a hummer limo before but they are now his new favorite weapon of mass destruction!! He grips the side of the door as his laughs like a maniac, egging him on.]
Now THAT'S more like it--!
[Someone who follows through on his bluffs! THIS KID'S ALRIGHT! He jerks forward violently when Akira hits the gas, not expecting the force to be that great, but before he can get out another quip. . .well. BAM. Their joyride is cut short. Alas.
. . .though, the smoke and steam isn't all Akira might notice. It happened instinctively, but just a split second before impact, thick, strong vines had burst from Chobe's side, filling in behind the driver's seat, ready to envelope Akira and cushion the blow if need be. Yeah, for as much as he yaps, he wasn't gonna let his new driver just die. But, looks like they weren't needed. Right now they linger just to side and behind of Joker, swaying at a bit as Chobe catches his breath.
And then he breaks into a fit of laughter. He bangs a hand on the glove compartment, DELIGHTED as the vines begin to sink back into his skin.]
HAH.
No SHIT that didn't work! But you actually did it! I dunno if you're stupid as hell or just that much of a adrenaline nut, but I gotta respect it.
[. . . his laughter is also contagious. Akira throws his head back as he inhales and exhales a deep breath, the adrenaline pumping wildly through his veins like some kind of drug. and then he, too, breaks out into a fit of wild laughter, raking his fingers through his messy hair as he gasps for air amidst chortles. god. what a fucking rush. this dream sure is something. . .!]
[eventually, those chuckles die down, and Akira sits up again to jiggle the door handle, a wild grin still stretching crookedly across his features]
Yep. I'd suggest stealing another, but I'm not sure hijacking cars is going to get us anywhere.
[He can still stab you with these, Akira!! He gets a quick side-eye; most people would be rightfully shaken by something like this, even if it's small potatoes compared to Chobe's usual antics. This kid might be a wildcard.
Once his vines are fully withdrawn, Chobe lets out a snort, slicing through his own seatbelt and opening his door with a solid kick to it. They ain't gotta be gentle, this limo's a wreck now. He fans away some smoke as he steps out.]
I suppose ya could run each of 'em into a wall, but that's not lookin' real productive either. That, and I dunno if you'd survive the head trauma! Seems like you ain't all there to begin with.
["this kid might be a wildcard," IF ONLY CHOBE KNEW]
[Akira's exit from the car is a little less violent, but he still hops out with plenty of adrenaline-fueled enthusiasm, tugging his robe a little tighter around himself as he does so. cold!! it's cold out here!!]
Thanks. I'll take that one as a compliment.
[in the distance, he can hear the echo of worried shouts and footsteps]
[The approaching valets and security don't escape his ears either, but he doesn't look bothered. His robe's tattered and mostly tied around his waist at this point due to all the vines shenanigans, but it's not like he has anything to be ashamed of.
Rather than making any move to run, time for another test. He leans his head over his shoulder giving Akira a look, one far more sinister.
Hey kid wanna watch me kill whoever shows up??? YOUR CALL.]
[. . . there are things Akira can be goaded into- being reckless, being challenging, things that allow him to lean into the adrenaline junkie that thrives in his heart. crashing a car into a wall? one of those things!!]
[but then there are things that he wouldn't do, no matter how challenged he is. things that compromise the kind of person he is, and the values he holds dear]
Yes, we absolutely should.
[because he does not like that sinister smile, and he remembers how this guy bragged about being a killer. murder is beyond Akira- far beyond what he is willing to do to achieve a goal. the teasing, cheeky kid is gone, replaced by a stony expression that just dares Chobe to challenge him on this one]
And I'll drag you kicking and screaming if I have to.
[Ooooh. Now there's something different. If nothing else, Akira's already successfully changed Chobe's motivation. He doesn't really care about who's coming to greet them. He's more than confident in his ability to murder them all in a few swift moments. Nah, what's far more interesting is Akira's reaction, how will this little fledgling of a thief handle such a situation? A brat willing to cheekily mouth off to an admitted murderer, drive him around, and recklessly laugh just mere moments before--is this his line? Or is he just a naive joke of a criminal after all?
Chobe's itching to find out.]
Oh? Come on now, ain't ya curious to see who's steppin' up? Plus, I'd be keepin' up my end of the deal! I said if ya answered my questions, I'd help ya kill whoever trapped us.
[A favor for a favor, as far as he's concerned. His grin remains sadistic as ever, his next actions hinging on Akira's response.]
What, don't tell me you're scared. Cuz that ain't the look of someone who wouldn't fight back.
[the stony expression turns a bit exasperated as the voices and footsteps grow louder. all Akira can think is that there are much better ways to prove that one is a badass than the wanton murder of a few unsuspecting valets and security guards]
Yeah. But I wouldn't be fighting them.
[not in these circumstances, and certainly not with that implicit threat. Akira is not the type who can just stand around and watch while others are hurt, and he does want Chobe to know that]
I steal hearts and desires. Not lives. [a very clear line in the sand] Maybe you're different. . . and that's fine. But right now, I'd really rather not brawl over something as stupid as preventing you from offing a few faceless mooks. Because despite my better judgment, I think I kind of like you.
[extending a hand, palm facing upwards, fingers slightly curled]
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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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[HE REGRETS BEING CHEEKY ALL OF A SUDDEN]
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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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It's both a literal and a metaphorical thing.
[wheeeee they're taking yet ANOTHER turn around a parking lane in this gigantically huge garage. driving around like this is getting kind of boring]
Imagine a world created only from the cognition of humans. A world molded by people's thoughts, emotions, wants and desires. [a beat] And not just the salacious ones.
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Right, so, magic bullshit?
[Nailed it.]
I'll believe it when I see it. Right now my desire is to get out of this fucking cavern! Can ya steal a way out? Or at least some different scenery?
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Yeup. Magic bullshit.
[lightly amused as he repeats that phrase]
And I'm trying, but this place goes on forever. Maybe I should try crashing through a wall. . .?
[it's a dream they won't die!]
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Maybe ya should. Or are ya scared?
You are just a pipsqueak, after all.
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[because Akira glances over at him, gaze narrowed]
[and then revs the engine threateningly a few times]
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What's that supposed t'mean? C'mon, put yer money where yer mouth is!
Or are you called Joker cuz you're a fucking joke?
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Hang onto your ass, Bandit King.
[VROOM VROOM, he's revving that engine some more, before he turns his gaze onto the path ahead of him. he has a clear shot of the garage wall, framed by a few more fancy cars. target: locked]
I can't be held responsible for what happens next--!
[AND THEN HE FLOORS IT. PEDAL TO THE METAL!!!]
[the vehicle lurches forward, rocketing across the garage like a bullet, headed right for the wall]
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[the impact will jostle Akira and Chobe around quite a bit (MIND THE SEATBELT AND HOW IT DIGS INTO ONE'S SKIN UPON SUDDEN DECELERATION). a sharp hiss now fills the air as the poor radiator leaks all over the steaming hot engine. Akira. . . well]
[he wheezes a bit from his position bent over the steering wheel before he sits up, hair tousled and robe hanging slightly off his shoulder]
. . . holy shit.
[IT DIDN'T WORK]
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Now THAT'S more like it--!
[Someone who follows through on his bluffs! THIS KID'S ALRIGHT! He jerks forward violently when Akira hits the gas, not expecting the force to be that great, but before he can get out another quip. . .well. BAM. Their joyride is cut short. Alas.
. . .though, the smoke and steam isn't all Akira might notice. It happened instinctively, but just a split second before impact, thick, strong vines had burst from Chobe's side, filling in behind the driver's seat, ready to envelope Akira and cushion the blow if need be. Yeah, for as much as he yaps, he wasn't gonna let his new driver just die. But, looks like they weren't needed. Right now they linger just to side and behind of Joker, swaying at a bit as Chobe catches his breath.
And then he breaks into a fit of laughter. He bangs a hand on the glove compartment, DELIGHTED as the vines begin to sink back into his skin.]
HAH.
No SHIT that didn't work! But you actually did it! I dunno if you're stupid as hell or just that much of a adrenaline nut, but I gotta respect it.
Though I guess that means, this ride is dead, eh?
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[. . . his laughter is also contagious. Akira throws his head back as he inhales and exhales a deep breath, the adrenaline pumping wildly through his veins like some kind of drug. and then he, too, breaks out into a fit of wild laughter, raking his fingers through his messy hair as he gasps for air amidst chortles. god. what a fucking rush. this dream sure is something. . .!]
[eventually, those chuckles die down, and Akira sits up again to jiggle the door handle, a wild grin still stretching crookedly across his features]
Yep. I'd suggest stealing another, but I'm not sure hijacking cars is going to get us anywhere.
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Once his vines are fully withdrawn, Chobe lets out a snort, slicing through his own seatbelt and opening his door with a solid kick to it. They ain't gotta be gentle, this limo's a wreck now. He fans away some smoke as he steps out.]
I suppose ya could run each of 'em into a wall, but that's not lookin' real productive either. That, and I dunno if you'd survive the head trauma! Seems like you ain't all there to begin with.
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[Akira's exit from the car is a little less violent, but he still hops out with plenty of adrenaline-fueled enthusiasm, tugging his robe a little tighter around himself as he does so. cold!! it's cold out here!!]
Thanks. I'll take that one as a compliment.
[in the distance, he can hear the echo of worried shouts and footsteps]
— ah. We should run.
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[The approaching valets and security don't escape his ears either, but he doesn't look bothered. His robe's tattered and mostly tied around his waist at this point due to all the vines shenanigans, but it's not like he has anything to be ashamed of.
Rather than making any move to run, time for another test. He leans his head over his shoulder giving Akira a look, one far more sinister.
Hey kid wanna watch me kill whoever shows up??? YOUR CALL.]
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[. . . there are things Akira can be goaded into- being reckless, being challenging, things that allow him to lean into the adrenaline junkie that thrives in his heart. crashing a car into a wall? one of those things!!]
[but then there are things that he wouldn't do, no matter how challenged he is. things that compromise the kind of person he is, and the values he holds dear]
Yes, we absolutely should.
[because he does not like that sinister smile, and he remembers how this guy bragged about being a killer. murder is beyond Akira- far beyond what he is willing to do to achieve a goal. the teasing, cheeky kid is gone, replaced by a stony expression that just dares Chobe to challenge him on this one]
And I'll drag you kicking and screaming if I have to.
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Chobe's itching to find out.]
Oh? Come on now, ain't ya curious to see who's steppin' up? Plus, I'd be keepin' up my end of the deal! I said if ya answered my questions, I'd help ya kill whoever trapped us.
[A favor for a favor, as far as he's concerned. His grin remains sadistic as ever, his next actions hinging on Akira's response.]
What, don't tell me you're scared. Cuz that ain't the look of someone who wouldn't fight back.
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Yeah. But I wouldn't be fighting them.
[not in these circumstances, and certainly not with that implicit threat. Akira is not the type who can just stand around and watch while others are hurt, and he does want Chobe to know that]
I steal hearts and desires. Not lives. [a very clear line in the sand] Maybe you're different. . . and that's fine. But right now, I'd really rather not brawl over something as stupid as preventing you from offing a few faceless mooks. Because despite my better judgment, I think I kind of like you.
[extending a hand, palm facing upwards, fingers slightly curled]
Can we please just scram?
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