I'm on a motorcycle, don't you EVER forget!

[hit_girl_mindy]

[It was nowhere near as impressive as a dragon, and despite having her money for some reason, she had still waited a very VERY long time to finally get her motorcycle. The shoe motorcycle had almost made her give up, thinking that those stupid birds were never going to get it right. Now, however, in the Netherworld there was a deafening roar in the air as a girl dressed in purple, helmet to match, drove by with her cape flapping in the wind. If you only knew her as Mindy, likely you would just glance at the stranger in awe (or whatever you were feeling). If, however, you knew that Mindy Macready doubled as Hit Girl, then you knew that the girl had finally gotten what was coming to her.

Be daring, and flag her down?]

Comments

[hit_girl_mindy]

[Was Mindy an asshole? Yes, when it suited her. Did she deliberately go around breaking people's legs? No, definitely not...ok, well, she DID technically, but not by accident. She stopped quick, disembarking off the motorcycle].

My bad. You all right?

[dependently_independent]

... What kinda weapon is that?

*Megaera seems to have recovered rather quickly, surprisingly. Hooray Damage Reduction.*

And why would you use it in the middle of town?

[hit_girl_mindy]

It's not a weapon...I guess it could be, but its supposed to be for riding around in.

[Good. Now she didn't have to feel so guilty].

Well I have to ride it somewhere, right?

[dependently_independent]

Well that's... Different.

*Megaera adjusts a little, focusing a light charm on Mindy as a social reflex. Easily resisted, hard to notice.*

If it's a mount, wouldn't you use it in more open areas?

[hit_girl_mindy]

I guess. No one else one yet, really.

[She feels something different, but is not about to put up anything magical yet].

Getting the hang of it first. It's different from a car.

[dependently_independent]

I... See.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Not one for many words huh?

[dependently_independent]

More like, I don't have words for this situation.

I'm just wondering why you'd go through crowded areas so quickly.

[hit_girl_mindy]

I like thrills, and I like to move fast. This was practically made for me.

That, and I want to test my reflexes.

[dependently_independent]

... Reflexes, huh?

With a thing that big? I'm surprised reflexes even fit into operating it.

[hit_girl_mindy]

I mean me. I have to make sure, as fast as I'm going, that I don't run over anyone.

[dependently_independent]

...

This is why I prefer magic for getting around.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Like I said before, I could just use a broom, but that's nowhere near fun enough, you know?

[dependently_independent]

I... DOn't see how it'd be fun?

[hit_girl_mindy]

If you like speed and you like danger, then its totally fun.

[dependently_independent]

Aha.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Yup.

What do you do for fun?

[dependently_independent]

A lot of things. Depends on my mood that day.

Researching new magic, every so often. Reading. Using some of my powerful reality-warping magic for petty reasons. You get the idea.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Yeah, you're a magic nerd. I respect that. One of my best friends from the ship was one too.

[dependently_independent]

The ship?

[hit_girl_mindy]

Where I was from before. It was a ship. A living spaceship.

[dependently_independent]

That... Sounds very dangerous and like it would be the basis of an entire campaign.

[hit_girl_mindy]

It was and wasn't. Like, things could invade and shit, but actual people on the ship could not actually kill each other. The ship saw to that.

[dependently_independent]

... The ship was alive?

Sounds like you were in a horror campaign. Like Ravenloft or something.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Yeah, in a strange, kinda detached way, sort of. She thought of herself as our mother.

More like a messed up sci fi with some really weird genres thrown in.