[The revving of a gasoline engine cuts through the sound of normal traffic, and a woman in a helmet cuts expertly through the streets and alleyways. Chatter from the network is running in her helmet display, but most prominent is the image of the person she's supposed to pick up. They might be expecting her, they might not, all Celty knows is she got a tip so she's following it.]
[Shockingly, the tip is good. Celty pulls up next to her pick up, her bike's engine shuddering in a sound that could almost be called a horse's whinny. She produces a palm-sized datapad and taps a message:]
Get on.
02. Network [Set Registered to Setton]
Good evening, everyone. I've recently come into possession of a fish. [Read: she was paid with two of them.] I want to make dinner for someone, but I've never actually cooked fish before. Does anyone have any tips?
03. Black Bike
[It's been years since Celty has been out riding on the streets. Between healing from her injury and getting used to not being able to speak, she'd been more or less in hiding. But with the army and the callsigns defecting from Bifrons, Celty not only feels some pull to be out in the world again, she needs to stop relying on Bifrons for her housing and medical care.]
[She starts out slow, taking a routine trip around the dome, delivering food during the riot clean up, low-profile jobs. Then, when she's confident again, she puts her gold helmet and her leather catsuit back on and cuts through the roads like she owns them. Word spreads quickly that the urban legend, the Black Bike is riding again.]
[And that earns her the attention of yet another buy-in war game: Hunt the Black Bike. Celty can outrun two or three, but she gets the feeling after a few days that the number is growing. Eventually there are at least a dozen bikes after her, all with passengers pointing guns at her. Rumor has it that the Black Bike doesn't have a head.]
[Which is ridiculous, of course Celty has a head-- it's just not for public viewing. And if they get her, the first thing that will be all over the network is photos of what countless doctors had done to help her.]
[She swallows and revs the engine, trying to put more distance between her and the gang.]
Crap, [she thinks to herself.] Crap, crap, crap, crap...
Celty Sturluson | DRRR!!/Sanctum AU
[The revving of a gasoline engine cuts through the sound of normal traffic, and a woman in a helmet cuts expertly through the streets and alleyways. Chatter from the network is running in her helmet display, but most prominent is the image of the person she's supposed to pick up. They might be expecting her, they might not, all Celty knows is she got a tip so she's following it.]
[Shockingly, the tip is good. Celty pulls up next to her pick up, her bike's engine shuddering in a sound that could almost be called a horse's whinny. She produces a palm-sized datapad and taps a message:]
Get on.
02. Network [Set Registered to Setton]
Good evening, everyone. I've recently come into possession of a fish. [Read: she was paid with two of them.] I want to make dinner for someone, but I've never actually cooked fish before. Does anyone have any tips?
03. Black Bike
[It's been years since Celty has been out riding on the streets. Between healing from her injury and getting used to not being able to speak, she'd been more or less in hiding. But with the army and the callsigns defecting from Bifrons, Celty not only feels some pull to be out in the world again, she needs to stop relying on Bifrons for her housing and medical care.]
[She starts out slow, taking a routine trip around the dome, delivering food during the riot clean up, low-profile jobs. Then, when she's confident again, she puts her gold helmet and her leather catsuit back on and cuts through the roads like she owns them. Word spreads quickly that the urban legend, the Black Bike is riding again.]
[And that earns her the attention of yet another buy-in war game: Hunt the Black Bike. Celty can outrun two or three, but she gets the feeling after a few days that the number is growing. Eventually there are at least a dozen bikes after her, all with passengers pointing guns at her. Rumor has it that the Black Bike doesn't have a head.]
[Which is ridiculous, of course Celty has a head-- it's just not for public viewing. And if they get her, the first thing that will be all over the network is photos of what countless doctors had done to help her.]
[She swallows and revs the engine, trying to put more distance between her and the gang.]
Crap, [she thinks to herself.] Crap, crap, crap, crap...