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Highway 13
Kotomine_Rin:
HIGHWAY 13
A conglomerate of roads and highways interconnecting and coursing through all of Nexus city. It goes over roadways, bridges, and just holds it all together for those in need of vehicles. It is particularly impressive, especially at night time.
It's also unfortunately often the recipient of superhuman chases that send cars flying as hazards and tankers collapsing sideways. A permanent clean-up crew is attached to it as a result.
Kotomine_Rin:
A-702
Nexus time 12:00 AM
The trio had left the CHEIRON office not too long ago. It had taken only a bit, for them to be offered a liquidated vehicle that is. License plate, make, and even papers were all falsified for the occasion. Deftly crafted, it all seemed a bit excessive considering how much it stood up.
The two were sitting on the backseat of a pink convertible, riding towards the night and the horizons. Where to? Who knows? The moon seemed to be the only thing in their way. The spider drove relaxedly with one hand, looking comfortable as all could be driving a vehicle he had never fiddled. Did he do such things in his spare time? Not like he'd tell. Besides, why ruin it? Night sky, stars, and a kickass background music goes a long way in a romantic night out.
"Enjoying the ride kids?" He grinned and glanced back a little, completely confortable and confident as they neared their destination. "Oh, snd you might want to open the briefcase. It's in the back. Trust me, you'll love it."
As he said that and drove, he typed a phone number on his smartphone with his free hand.
yinsukin:
Suerte
Suerte sat in the back seat, an elbow resting on the open window, her blond hair fluttering in the wind. "Its alright...." she said, clearly a little disappointed. She missed punishment. It wasn't like she wasn't the kind of girl who didn't appreciate a nice car, it was just that in her book, a car was a downgrade from a hell horse. The sick music sort of made up for it though.
"Let me do it Justice, she said, reaching over the back seat and flashing the two with her panties. Of course, she sat right back down in her seat once she had grabbed it, letting it rest in her lap. If it was a trap, she had a much better chance of getting out alive thanks to her luck. "This better not be drugs or something.... I hear city folk do lots of hard drugs."
And so, there was silence, followed by the simple click of the suitcase opening.
YOLF:
Justice
He was basically made of stone and wearing an armor as tough as a tank, but he couldn't help but feel unnerved that there was no living communion between their current transportation method and their driver. It could fall apart or have a completely unpredictable mishap that no amount of empathy could help adapt to or detect. This was why Justice didn't do cars.
In confidence to the Creator, he also loathed being a passenger on anything that he wasn't driving himself.
"We seem to be taking the long way around," he remarked. Reclining lazily on his seat, Justice got a three-quarters view of Suerte's impeccable rear as she brought out the case. Perhaps, whatever the spidery man wanted to show them, beating around the bush was a precaution against unwanted eyes.
"What is it?"
Kotomine_Rin:
The Briefcase
Inside the briefcase, two neatly split sets of clothes were sitting there, neatly folded. They were each perfectly tailored to their measurements, and as ornately made as likely expensive. The fabric alone was far sturdier yet delicate than anything that could be purchased on the market. In fact, it was unlike any substance out there. It was soft to the touch, so confortable you could fall asleep in it. But shockingly enough, even if they punched and tried to rip with all they had, the fabric wouldn't give in.
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