“For her sake, and my own...the mission /must/ come first.”
-OC for Sonic/MVRP
-Can be focused on serious or relaxed interactions
-Writer is open to plotting things out
-Writer tag: #ArcanasLast
“And now these to eventually test out…
The Carver Boomerang…able to be used as twin blades alongside its main use.
If things go well…remote pathing could be fine tuned that much better…”
"Look, I can't even send advance notice to MYSELF. When something happens I just sort of...do it."
"Sometimes that means barging onto a base of highly trained pilots, entirely unannounced, and demanding a race."
“Just…please send an advance notice.
Bosses don’t…care for surprise visits, paranoid type of people.”
*she’ll find a way to strongarm them into agreeing to allow fellow avians around…for better or worse*
"See? Progress! Talking to me was actually a good idea, after all!"
"And who knows, maybe I'll bring the Rogues to drop in and show you how to really tear up the track!"
"Valid. I don't get too many chances to escape the testosterone echo-chamber for a breath of fresh air, myself."
"...Actually, I don't think I ever got your name, Miss...?"
“That…might be a step in the right direction…
Home base has a few work in progress adjusted boards to go for it with….
And…more reason to mark mine different…than the rest…”
"You ever try getting her hooked on racing?"
"There's not really anything like strapping yourself to ion-powered thrusters blasting you off at speeds of mach-peel-your-eyeballs-off while you strive for perfection down to the finest pinpoint."
"As I said. Our actions, good or bad, are viewed as a team. I don't see it any differently."
"...Though, I suppose 'family' is a little more on the nose. It's a little strange to think I've gotten use to all their idiotic outbursts."
"..."
"I'm rambling, aren't I?"
"I'm joking, I'm joking, SHEESH!"
"Look, I can't make any promises. I mean, I don't exactly live the life of a pampered prince to begin with. I figure if I get into as much danger as I do on a regular basis, might as well enjoy it, right?"
"I mean, that's pretty much me if I don't break the sound barrier at least twice by noon."
"Gotta get my fix somehow, right? I figure if I can't get it by having the terrain flying by my head, then bullets or fists are the next best thing."
"Not quite, I'm afraid."
"When it comes to the adrenaline junkie I have to babysit, our actions, good or bad, are viewed as a team."
"I assume I needn't explain the headache that can cause, hmm?"
*she’ll…choose to ignore that choice of words at the start, for her own sanity*
“…Sounds like her…
Lack of mech use…makes her restless…and belligerent.”
"You're talking about the hottie with the bigass...
He pauses.
"...robots, right?"
"Cause, I mean, we already have come to blows once or twice just 'cause we had nothing better to do."
"Thankfully?," the hawk scoffed.
"Nah, I could use a few more mercs coming after my head. I mean, there's nothing like a brush with the reaper's cold, clammy hands to put a little pep in your step."