tailwind

too fast. too furious. 

[satyrhater]

❝ Dismembering bodies in bathrooms… hmm… ❞ she trailed off. Maybe she did encounter his brother before, though of course with in a different getup. ❝ –– Yeah the first time I actually ‘went out’ and ‘saw the world’, you know what I saw? Some dude trying to get rid of a couple bodies and threatened to kill me if I didn’t help, ❞ she couldn’t help but scoff. ❝ Well I do try my best to be a bit easy on the eyes. Do you need the backup or just the eye candy? ❞ she joked back. ❝ You would think that if someone that psychopathic would be more careful with his crimes. What a shame. ❞

“ah, well...can’t say fer certain if that was him, but ya know, it’s a possibility.” he cocked his head as he thought. “did he sound like me? ya know, irish?” it never occured to saytr that his brother would be masking his accent. “i don’t think that’s what anyone meant when they told ya to get out more...” he ducked his head as he laughed- a rather infectious one, so he’d been told. “ah, i could use both, really. back up and eye candy. can’t go wrong with mixin’ the two...” he paused and shrugged. “charlie thinks he can get away with anything...and, well, so far he’s been right. guess he won’t be changin’ until someone proves him wrong.”

[satyrhater]

rheagent

          rhea felt a sneaky smile creeping its way up to her lips, immediately pressing her lips together in hopes to repress it before it grew into a laugh. she wasn’t the one to take pleasure on anyone’s misfortune, but his non-stop grumble was as amusing as adorable. ❛ i see. ❜ she cleared her throat, resuming her slightly stern stance. ❛ so, there’s no way you can fix it? even with a mechanic on your side? ❜ pursing her lips, she squinted, internally going over a list of agents who could aid him and his bike. ❛ i know there’s nothing major, but would you let me take a look either way? because if i don’t, i won’t stop thinking about it; cue the sleepless nights and overall crankiness—i won’t be able to carry on with my life. ❜

“yeah...because i sure don’t know how ta fix her meself...i mean, i can do the usual thing. change a headlight, fix a tire, do some maintenance...but uh, this is a whole new level’a fucked up, ya know?” he peeked up at her, smiling a bit at her joke. “i didn’t know i was that important to ya, i’m real touched. but uh, sure...that’s fine. but i’m serious, it’s nothin. just road burn.” he lifted up his shirt to show her his side, where there were very large, albeit nonfatal, abrasions that he’d gained when he was shot off his bike. “...feel kinda stupid. i mean, moreso than usual...this is what i’m supposed ta be good at.” he said it lightly, with a smile smile, but he swallowed afterwards and ducked his head. he wasn’t entirely great at covering his tracks- he was feeling a bit pathetic.

[satyrhater]

agentchloris

“Yikes.” Chlo glanced between the guy and what used to be his motorcycle, which looked like a giant clump of metal parts now. “Nothing that I can think of, no life shattering events…hey, are you okay though?” she asked, glancing over at him and looking for any signs of obvious injury. “I mean, considering that’s what happened to your bike, I can only assume you felt some of the impact…did you get hurt or anything?”

“me? sure i fell off it once but it’s nothin. ya know, i grew up on this thing. road burn is a part’a me life. but i’ll get it checked out anyway cause i know you guys around here like ta make sure everyone’s scrape-less and spot-less,” he said with a smile, before accidentally smearing motor oil on his face as he wiped his nose. “life would be better if i knew more about how ta put this thing back together.”

[satyrhater]

agentnike

“The fact that you’re still alive to tell the tale would prove that you’re good at your job, having something to show for it just makes telling the story all the more interesting – I find.” Nike said, a hint of her Irish accent peeking through her words as she spoke. She was well aware that nobody required her two-cents, but that never stopped the girl from vocalizing her thoughts.

“...well, ya know...i fell off the bike and got some scraps and road burn, if that works. does that work? it should work. mostly because i really don’t know how to make this anymore interestin’. like, ya know, most of my stories are interesting enough as is.”

[satyrhater]

agentaphrodite

     “wow…y’know for a second i was listening, but you totally lost be at around the…brother part.” 

“...well, s’alright. ya don’t have’ta listen ‘m just...ya know...upset.” 

[satyrhater]

agentnike

“You see, the whole high-speed, gun chase is a lot more interesting of a story when you’re shot up and not just your damn motorcycle. Now that’s a real story,” she remarked, slightly disappointed that the boy had nothing to show for his ICHOR encounter than a beat-up motorcycle.

“...well, yeah, but if i was shot up then i’d be provin’ meself not very good at me job, eh? isn’t it a good thing that i got away safe and all? i mean, unless ya want an incompetent driver...” he shrugged, rueful smile on his face. “at least in this story i’m alive.”

[satyrhater]

❝ I’m sure I can take him. No worries, ❞ she said, and reached for her glock as a reflex. ❝ I don’t know about you but most of my days are usually spent in the shooting range. And then you know, someone, ahem, Soter, decided that I should really go out and ‘see the world’. I don’t even know what that means. ❞ She stifled an eye roll. ❝ This brother of yours definitely has a couple screws loose up in the head. How does this guy even look like anyways? I mean, surely he can’t be that reckless as to wander the streets murdering people. ❞

“i know yer like, a total badass an’ all, but you should be careful ‘round him. he don’t exactly play fair. an’ most of his days are spent doin’ some terrible thing like dismembering bodies in bathrooms...and, fer the record, ya should go out more. like, even with me. since apparently i need the back up. that an’ ya ain’t too hard ta look at,” he said with a light smile, eyes squinting as he looked up at her, clearly teasing. “ah...he’s exactly that reckless. we uh, we had a pretty free roam back home. he’s had a lot’a practice and you’d be surprised how many cops we had in the payroll...or, he had. not me.”

[satyrhater]

rheagent

         ❛ now that’s one wrecked bike. ❜ she tilted her head with slightly pursed lips as he explained, eyes scanning what looked more like garbage than a motor vehicle. with her hands loosely on her hips, an eyebrow kinked when he mentioned the one to blame. ❛ your brother did this? wow… he’s clearly gone out of his damn mind. did you get hurt? ❜ 

“i know it is! the fuckin’ cunt he knows i love this thing! I love this thing more than i love meself! or, ya know, more than i love guinness or fuckin’ fruity gushers, ya know, the ones from america...the fuckin’ nerve.” he grumbled, a stark difference from his normally upbeat self as he wiped one hand over his forehead, dark with motor oil. “...well, he’s always been like that. and i’m fine, i’ve certainly been worse. a few scraps, got nicked in the arm, nothin’ major...” he sighed, a very clear and almost touching distraught look on his face as he stared at his ruined cycle. “...s’like, the worst thing that’s ever happened to her,” he said, referring to the bike.

[satyrhater]

agentnyx

❝ more like anything i missed? ❞ nyx blinked her eyes once, twice before her vision adjusted on the blonde. languages were something nyx could easily master however, accents were impossible for her to decode. he spoke in a thick irish accent which only led nyx to stare at him, nodding stupidly as he spoke. ❝ sorry, lucky charms. i don’t think i can ever figure that accent out. especially when you talk that fast. ❞

“should i talk slower then? ‘m not sure how much slower i should speak, or even how much that’d help ya know? the take away from this conversation is me brother should probably be a priority, since i can say fer a fact that he’s ICHOR now...” he paused, belatedly realizing that admitting his brother was in ICHOR might cast doubt on his own loyalties. he scratched his head and looked at nyx, giving her a slightly awkward but genuine smile. “but he just tried ta kill me, so ya know, we’re less brothers, more distant cousins now.”

[satyrhater]

❝ Well I’m not gonna sugarcoat it or anything, but you’re brother’s a complete psychopath. I would say sociopath if he felt any remorse, but judging by that, he probably didn’t. ❞ Galateia crossed her arms as she hovered over the blond. It wasn’t exactly rare that she was in the race track of all places, but it still felt odd to the brunette. ❝ Think you just about hit everything in your story, but what do I know ?? I wasn’t exactly there to witness it. Though, I wouldn’t mind if I just shot at him. ❞

“i did try an’ shoot at him but the bastards fast. and apparently ‘m not the best shot when i’m drunk. you’re probably a good shot either way. still a pretty good driver though. or i woulda been, if he hadn’t fucked up me ride. still bitter about it.” he grumbled a bit and then wiped his hands off on an oil rag. “well, you’re probably not wrong. he’s uncomfortably insane, ya know...i think he really wants me dead. i always thought he was just playin’ but uh...didn’t seem like a game out there...”

[satyrhater]

“fuckin’ bastard shot me bike ta shit, and he did on purpose the fuckin’ cunt. i mean ya sure he also shot a lot’a people i know but that’s not my fault...i’ve been tryin’ ta tell ya me brother is bad news. touched in the head a bit, me father used ta say.” he paused, and then looked up at the person standing over him as he worked on his trashed motorcycle. “...anything i miss?”

[satyrhater]

eaterofhearts

“just browsing is all–” barbra kept her head down at the convenience store. her red hair fell over her face to cover a black eye she received the morning prior. “look– i don’t think now is a great time to make small talk. i’d just like to find some milk and get home.” she folded her arms and turned away.

“’m just sayin’, it’s a nice shiner is all. ya know, battle wounds. they make ya look tougher. wouldn’t ya be better off findin’ milk at a grocer? i mean, convenience store milk is a little low ball even fer me, and i’ve had gas station burritos.”

[satyrhater]

aeternitxs

“Staring is impolite and if you’d like to keep your eyeballs I would stop it if I were you.”

“well, shit, alright. but jus’ta let ya know, there are much more impolite things i could be doin’.”

[cinematicallypainted]

[neilscrotchgrab]