The sight of Glacier park is parallel to something you’d see in a tourists pamphlet for a snow park. Icicles dangling from the surrounding cliffs, fences and awning of a podium in the center of the area. Three doorways leading from three tunnels, a scenic view of a frozen lake and speed limit signs. The signs seems a bit out of place along with the podium though, but the pavement, while icy, is most certainly a road. It’s hard to tell why the road is even here to begin with. A pathway would make more sense, but a road? Well that answer would be delivered soon enough.
Manic laughter coupled with the roar of an engine is heard quickly approaching, reverberating off the walls of the area. Looking towards the source of the cacophony, one can see a short, yellow man in a small open kart peeling out from a nearby tunnel. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, and he was definitely zooming towards Crow at an alarming speed!! He doesn’t fail to notice this as his roar of laughter ceases instantly followed with a sudden “GUH?!” Twisting the wheel in a different direction while slamming a foot on the break, he howls out. “OUT OF MY WAY!!!” In a authoritative way. Whether the young man had moved or not, the kart drifts away just enough to avoid him, but spins out while doing so. The Driver, now groaning from dizziness, finally gets his kart to stop. In doing so, it tips over with him tumbling out of it. So much for that ride. The snow beneath him crunches gently as he pushed himself up off the ground.
“Ugh…” Gloved digits smooth over the top of his flat head, an attempt to quell any and all pain he was going through from that mishap. “Karting is an interesting experience, but i’m far more suited to my lab.” With that statement and those clothes, he looks to be a scientist, what with the coat and gloves he wore. And yet here he is fussing over his own well being and now the state of his kart; getting on his tip toes and observing it before finally pushing it back onto it’s wheels. He could at least ask if the masked boy is alright but he whips his head back toward the him, squinting. “You…!” Hopping back into the kart now, the scientist drives towards young man at a much slower speed, visibly miffed.
“What do you think you’re doing just standing around out here?! This is no place for a pedestrian…”
@crowforhire
Crow wasn’t familiar of his surroundings in the least. Still, it gave off the air of an amusement park or something of the sort. Maybe if he wasn’t sure this was some kind of simulation, he’d have thought it was a nice place to stay. After, well, taking it over for himself, naturally.
The sound of an approaching vehicle draws his attention toward it, eyebrows raising a hair at the sight of the kart heading right for him. Under normal circumstances, he might have just blown it to smithereens to save himself. However, he noted, he was still lacking his robotic arm. So all he did was watch and wait. It paid off, watching the other skid to the side and twirl almost gracefully.
A one-handed clap didn’t really sound that enthusiastic, though the villain truly was impressed that he managed to avoid making Crow require cybernetic legs as well. Not that he’d have minded.
“First of all, you’re kidding yourself if you think I’m a pedestrian.” The final word oozed venom, though he simply continued, “Secondly, if you believe that you’re actually on this track then you’re delusional. This is clearly some sort of simulation for the residents of that prison island we’re on.”
Well, nobody ever said Crow was a good conversational partner.
