Kwik Stop Rooftop, Tuesday Afternoon

[rebelseekspizza]

So yesterday's outing had not gone as planned. Pretty much the opposite, because Kathy was fucking nuts.

Which left Dante worried, and because he was worried, he was angry, and because he was angry, he needed some air.

"Not now," he growled at the cat, as it landed on his head. "Can you just-- What's the matter, kitty, not get your milk fix?"

The cat meowed in annoyance as it landed in his lap, sat down there, and stared up at him balefully. "...No, I don't have food today," he said. "All right? Scratch off."

But apparently the cat had decided it wasn't going anywhere. Dante sighed, reaching up and sliding the hood of his coat over his head.

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[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo's landing was a lot more controlled, graceful even, as she made a jump over to the Kwik Stop this afternoon. She took a moment to look over at Dante. And the cat.

And she grinned. "Not your cat, right?" Someone definitely sounded amused.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Not my cat," Dante agreed. He peered up at her from under the edge of his hood. "But you know that."

[soniaroadsqueen]

"And yet here you both are." She was definitely grinning.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Same place, same time," Dante said. "Sounds like a catspiracy, sure."

[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo laughed. "Well, if you say so." She looked him up and down thoughtfully. "Been up to anything interesting?" she asked.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Got a motorcycle," Dante said. He stretched his legs out. "Thinking it might be more awesome than your inline skates."

His heart wasn't really into it this time, though, and that was audible.

[soniaroadsqueen]

Yeah. Ringo noticed that. She frowned slightly, but wasn't sure she should actually pry.

"I don't know," she said instead. "Can your motorcycle go up the side of a building?"

[rebelseekspizza]

If this Dante's powers took the same trajectory as his classic counterpart's, sooner or later it would!

"It doesn't need to," Dante said. "Goes crazy-fast, you can make some fucked up jumps with it."

Well. If you were Nephilim.

[soniaroadsqueen]

"Bet I can go faster," Ringo shot back with a smirk. "And make sicker jumps." With the right pair of ATs, anyway. Because physics was for people who thought that their world's technology should make any sense at all.

[rebelseekspizza]

Pfft, physics. Dante was his own lol-physics-what-physics generator and he hadn't even managed to stretch past the power levels he'd had at seven yet. ...Combining him with ATs might have been a terrible idea, Ringo.

"Maybe you should prove it," he shot back.

It might be a welcome distraction.

[soniaroadsqueen]

Or the best idea ever! As long as he didn't destroy the world or something. Because that would be bad.

"Whenever you're ready to get your butt handed to you, you just let me know." Ringo kept smirking, but honestly she'd never tried racing a motorcycle before. And didn't really know enough about the things to have much of an idea of how fast they could go.

[rebelseekspizza]

Naw, that sounded more like the kind of thing Vergil would do.

"Got nothing going on now besides dealing with this clingy cat," Dante said.

[soniaroadsqueen]

Then Ringo should probably make sure not to introduce Vergil to AirTrek. No matter how nice and charming he might seem!

"Well, if you can pull yourself away..." she teased.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I think I can claw my way out," Dante said, reaching up to push his hood back.

[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo glanced down at her ATs thoughtfully. They were really just an every-day pair, not optimized for any sort of particular performance, but going back to her room for something speedier might come across as an admission of uncertainty.

So she grinned. "Then let's go see this motorcycle of yours."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Hope you know the way down," Dante said.

He had to grab the cat and put it aside to get it to go, which kind of hampered his cool exit, but he still pushed off the roof and neatly hit the ground feet-first a moment later.

[soniaroadsqueen]

It was possible that Ringo snickered softly, but it was hard to say. She waved goodbye to the cat before stepping off the roof herself. Her ATs hit the ground and she immediately moved into a quick spin, using the motion to bleed off excess energy before coming to a stop and looking over at Dante with a 'how's that?' expression.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante spread his arms and made an expressive affair out of the act of shrugging.

So-so, Ringo. So-so.

He followed after her a few moments later, decidedly less flashy. He was saving that for further down the line.

[soniaroadsqueen]

Well, what did Dante know about cool AT moves anyway. Ringo stuck her tongue out at him to show what she thought of that.

"So where's this motorcycle of yours, anyway? It's not like you can keep one in your room or anything." Ha! Another point in favor of AirTrek!

[rebelseekspizza]

"It's a motorcycle," Dante said, lifting an eyebrow as he caught up with her. "Where do you think?"

He pointed in the general direction of the parking lot.

[soniaroadsqueen]

"Hey, you hang out on the Kwik Stop roof with a stray cat," Ringo countered. "How am I supposed to know that you don't keep your fancy new motorcycle hidden away in one of the abandoned warehouses or something?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Oh, Ringo. That would involve a level of subtlety Dante really didn't have. Why hide stuff if you could just punch anyone who tried to take it instead?

"What would I be doing with a motorcycle that far from the road?" he said, wandering onwards. "Barely any room to move, let alone build up speed."

[soniaroadsqueen]

"What are you doing with a motorcycle on the island at all?" Room to move? Build up speed? On the island?

[rebelseekspizza]

"It's... where I live?" Dante offered, shooting her a glance. "I go to Baltimore sometimes."

[soniaroadsqueen]

"Well, if you want room to get up to speed, I should hope so."

As if Ringo was some expert on motorcycles. Or roads. Or had been to Baltimore more than a couple of times.