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[faceplate]

Who: faceplate & YOU
When: IC 11/6, OOC 24/3
Where: Mostly ViVID
What: Zer0 is terrible. Time to make friends!
Rating/Warning: Violence, probably.

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[ you spy with your little eye someone who isn't being quite as stealthy as they think they are. a tall, dark figure (maybe handsome?? we just don't know), loitering in alleyways, behind buildings, up on rooftops... it's hecka creepy. if you approach fast enough, zero doesn't run away!

and sometimes, they even initiate conversation., with things like, ] Wanna go kill stuff?

[ ...yep. ]

(( ooc: closed starters below! ))

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[If there was an upside to this hellhole of a place, it was that there were plenty of distractions when one needed them.

And, considering all the stress Yusuke had been through in the past few days, one was sorely needed. It didn't seem that smart to willingly go back into one of these ViViD things after what he went through in the last one, but Yusuke was the king of dumb ideas. Besides-- they couldn't seriously toss monsters into a game like this, right? It would be way too easy to run them over!

It doesn't take Yusuke long to settle on a motorcycle, a Phoenix Evo with a green paint job which he's currently throwing a leg over to hop onto. He knew absolutely nothing about vehicles and their mechanics or racing, so he didn't care what he went with as long as it looked cool. The dust from the other bikers made him a bit gritty, but that wasn't anything new to him.

Settling onto his bike with his hands on the handles, Yusuke keeps a casual eye on the others in the pre-game area, wondering if any of them would be like those crazy NPCs back in the dating game he fell into. His sight settles upon Zero and their less-than-conventional get-up, and he frowns just a bit. If anyone screamed 'creepy NPC', it'd be this weirdo right here, although with how much time they were deliberating on their bikes, it was possible they were a real person instead.

So yeah, don't mind him keeping a low-key eye on you Zero while you decide, waiting with thin patience for this game to actually start.]

[faceplate]

[ low-key though it may be, zero is always on high alert, and just as they finish picking a bike and start rolling it towards the start line, they look up directly at yusuke.

or, it's probably directly at yusuke. the faceplate of the helmet is impenetrably dark.

once they're in place, zero slings a lanky leg over the bike and takes a seat, hands on the bars and not revving the engine yet. curious about why they're being looked at this time, they turn their head to look at yusuke once more before the pistol signals the start of the race. ]

[fingerbanged]

[Maybe it might have come off creepy on Yusuke's end too, but after his less than pleasant encounters with the NPCs in that dating game sim (if it could be called that, anyway), he wanted to keep tabs on any that were around in case they decided to go nuts again. It was hard to get a reading on Zero, trying to be less than obvious about his observation (hint: it wasn't working), but the more he focused, the more it became clear-- whoever this person was, they weren't programmed. So... that was probably good?

-- but OH CRAP, they're looking back at him now. It was a little disorienting, what with the helmet covering any sort of features on them... kind of like looking face to face with a black void. He frowns slightly, somewhat flustered, and turns his own face away, focusing back on the track before the race starts.

The pistol fires, the loud shot ringing clear and true into the air, and Yusuke lurches forward, revving up the engine before blasting through the starting line. It was exhilarating, having the wind whip through his hair and his pulse pounding with the speed. He eases his weight back, popping the motorcycle into a wheelie before letting out a loud whoop.

... what a nerd.]

[faceplate]

[ points for style, at least. zero's already revving the engine before the pistol goes off, and as soon as it does they shoot forward. they haven't been able to break away from the pack yet, but they're not far from yusuke—and the moment he pops a wheelie zero lurches forward, their bike throwing up a cloud of dust as they bend close over the handlebars.

game on. ]

[fingerbanged]

[The dust from Zero's bike passing through caused him to cough a bit, making his landing back to the ground somewhat sloppy. Was that on purpose? It was hard to tell, since nearly everyone's bikes were kicking up some degree of dirt due to how dry it was. However, intentional or not, Yusuke wasn't going to let someone else get ahead of him.

Hitting the engine a little harder, he gains ground on Zero, only to quickly cut in front and zoom forward, kicking up his own cloud behind him. The race was just starting, but he had absolutely no intentions of losing ground this early on.]

[faceplate]

[ there's a limit on how hard zero can accelerate. they keep pushing it to that point, however, forcing the engine to work harder in an attempt to take the lead.

hearing another bike coming up right behind them, zero turns their head just enough to see that it's the same kid that was staring at them. for a moment they just look, then the push on, even harder, making a violently sharp turn around the next bend of the track. ]

[fingerbanged]

[Crap, couldn't this thing go any faster? What's the use of him trying to beat someone in a race if there was a cap on the speed?

There was a low sound of irritation at the back of his throat as Zero whipped around the track, trying to push the already stressed machine to somehow make it around them. He was going fast enough that as he went around the same bend, his body became dangerously close to the ground, threatening to topple over if he wasn't careful. Luckily, he was upright enough by the time he catches sight of Zero again, but the sight ahead of them almost had him slam his brakes.

Who puts a ramp like THAT in a racing track?!]

[faceplate]

[ it looks like a ramp that by the standards of physics, shouldn't exist, or exist and feasibly expect players to make it through them.

but in a game, physics don't have to be obeyed to the letter.

zero doesn't know this, but they don't care. the ramp is the only thing there, so they have to get through it. without slowing down they go onto the ramp, which leads into an enormous jump over a chasm. maximum speed is almost certainly needed to make the jump. ]

[fingerbanged]

[Well, damn. Whoever this weird helmeted guy was, they had some serious balls. Not that Yusuke was about to let himself be cowed by a stupid ramp, as impossible or deadly as it seemed.

His hand twists hard on the accelerator, delivering a burst of speed that was enough to gun across the gap Zero had left and send himself barreling up and over the edge. As intimating as it was earlier, the moment he was rocketing through the air, the void of nothingness below him and the other side of the track far off... it was thrilling. Exhilarating, even.

So of course he had to let some of that giddiness out.]

WHOO HOO!

[His bike dipped forward in the air, and, using it's momentum, he maneuvered it into a roll, nearly flying off the vehicle but settling back down onto it with a dramatic slam when it somehow, miraculously, landed on the other side. The rush was so much, he all but forgotten the need to beat Zero from earlier.]

[faceplate]

[ zero slams the accelerator as soon as they hit the ground again, but they hear other bikes around them and don't even think about slowing down.

especially not with that kid yelling. urgh. ignoring the urge to look back over their shoulder zero presses forward, leaning hard into the next bend. the track involves another three jumps, a big drop, and too many barrels.

zero is more than ready for it. ]