realityshifted | 009; discussion

Bathing has nothing to do with it - you're rather overpowering on your own and the fact that you smell constantly of smoke and booze does nothing to help it dissipate; but never mind that.

As long as I get to make him suffer a bit, I've no particularities. He'll run. With those skates of his, he can move bloody fast. Either I chase him down, or we run him down.

[nods grudgingly about the scent thing]

Run him down? I have a car, if that helps.

[he smirks]

Good. If you hit the right speed and velocity, you'd only break one of his legs and not kill him right off, giving us the opportunity to get a bit of enjoyment out of it.

The only problem is - I can't see your car, Mr. Hunt. I can only see it if you are touching it. I could only see it completely if I was also touching some part of you.

[he frowns fully at that, because 1) he is not fond of touching, and 2) Gene probably doesn't want to be remotely touched either]

For all the shit he's pulled, I can live with that. The bloody gook.

And is that so? [smirks. then grabs you by the shoulders, Master] Isn't that too bad? Now come on.

Indeed. We can do whatever else we think of after that.

[he immediately tenses] You don't need to touch me now, Mr. Hunt. Only when we're at your car.

I'd be just as happy to run the bloke over. Do what you want after. Just don't kill him.

[smirks] And where'd be the fun in that, you poof? [starts dragging him]

[and he's drug along, stiff in the shoulders because really stop touching him please]

Hmph. And why not? One less annoyance in the world...

[he contemplates if it would be worth it to jerk out of his grasp]

It isn't so much fun as it is not necessary.

Because I bag the scum who murder blokes, I don't do it for them.

[can tell the Master hates this. does it anyway] Yeah, well, you aren't gonna find my car otherwise. So shut up and get in. [grabs the door handle, opening it, and begins shoving the Master inside]

You can leave before I do it. Then you've absolutely no hand in the murder.

[and he's shoved into Gene's car - which he can now see completely, thanks. he doesn't enjoy being roughhandled either, and it is very, very apparent

in fact, he hisses at Gene in his annoyance]

No, I just have to investigate it. And I'll know it's you, so just don't bloody well do it.

[gives him a look] Oh, shut it. You sound like a poof when you do that. [gets in the driver's seat and cranks it on, shifting into gear] Now do something useful and sniff the bastard out.

Regardless of what I say, you'll find some way to say that I am a 'poof'. You are exceptionally good at that.

[but he is doing as he needs to, of course]

Just get the bloody thing moving for now, I'll say where to go - and when.

[he pauses, and then idly asks:]

...Does the radio work?

I just call 'em how I see 'em there, luv.

[and they're driving! a little too fast, and taking corners a little too quickly, and Gene's cursing out his window at people who are too bloody daft to stay out of the road when he's coming. though he does pause a moment at the Master's query, flipping on the radio. ah, David Bowie's 'Jean Genie.'

so now the Master gets to listen to the Guv singing, too]

Jean genie lives on his back
Jean genie loves chimney stacks
And hes outrageous, he screams and he bawls
Jean genie let yourself go woh go
Go go

Then you must be the only heterosexual around, Mr. Hunt.

[the Master doesn't comment on Gene's speed, or how he drives - he can't see the road anyway, nor really the people that Gene is yelling at. he indicates where to turn when it is needed, but otherwise doesn't say much else

he doesn't even comment on Gene's singing, just tapping his gloved fingers on the car door in a steady beat]

With the way you faeries are taking over? Wouldn't surprise me.

[follows the directions obediently (well...for the Guv)] We about there?

I expect you'll loathe the next few decades.

[he pauses for a moment and then nods firmly]

Close.

[Agito wasn't expecting anything, as far as he was concerned those 'astral' guys were only on the astral plane and nowhere else! Definitely not right down the street he was taking a walk (or, er, skate?) in. And definitely not in a car speeding its way towards him and definitely not with these two certain guys in it together.

Nope, nothing go on here ...yet.]

Yeah, yeah. I don't expect to live that long.

[and the Master was right about the brat being close, because Gene had just spotted him skating down the street like the div he was. and grin grinned, turning the car so that it was in direct line of sight of the bloody gook, and hit the gas] Gotcha!

[he quickly barked out the best speed in which to break the kid's leg - or legs - before laughing with pure maddened glee and excitement]

Hit him dead on, Mr. Hunt!

[He wouldn't have really noticed the car if it wasn't that it was an old looking one. And for some reason he even looked at who was in it. And then looked again, because he didn't believe it the first time he saw it. T-Them?!] Fuck. [Wait, were they really speeding towards him?...] FUCK.

...

[Oh well, if it's going to be like that... He leaned down a little and grinned at the both of them, gesturing with his arms to come right at him. He wasn't afraid of a stupid car.

He wasn't going to let himself get hit though, in fact he was speeding up his Air Treck already but stayed where he was. It wasn't until the car was about to hit him that he jumped up, somersaulting through the air to cover more distance. But, he did go out of his way to make sure his AT scraped along the roof of the car, leaving a nice long ugly scratch.

Did I mention he was laughing like a maniac when he landed behind the car and looked behind him at the two 'losers'?]

[totally hears the scraping noise and slams the brake, cranking the wheel to the side so the car goes into a slide as he turns it around, facing Agito. and Gene's now livid, because his car, you Goddamn piece of shit!

and so when the car evens out, he doesn't even pretend he isn't out to kill the bastard]

[he grips onto the car so he doesn't get thrown about. his eyes are almost entirely black, just a sliver of yellow left to them. he lowly growls, but the sound is mostly drowned out by the engine of the car and the still playing radio]

Don't want to give up huh? WANT TO KEEP ON PLAYING?! LETS SEE YOU FOLLOW ME WITH THAT TIN CAN! [And he dashes away, gathering up enough speed as he races down the street to go and defy gravity. He goes head on for a building, jumps and somehow manages to go up the vertical obstacle, finally ending up on the roof. No way they'll be able to follow him up here! Agito, one; fag pigs, zero~]

[and Gene would be more than willing to try his hand at driving his car up the wall if only it were possible, and he goes to apply the brake, cursing loudly because DAMNIT the Goddamn gook got away]

Mr. Hunt, I am about to attempt something that may very well kill us both in the process, so keep your bloody hand near that damn brake!

[the Master immediately grabs Gene's arm, then onto the car door. he's teleported only a few times, and just himself - not another person or an object - but he's certain he knows what he's doing. he focuses for a split second

and there is a blinding flash of light as the Master, Gene, and his car have 'blinked' out of existence and reappeared in a similar flash of light on the building's roof]

[He had stopped on top of the roof, obviously completely confident that they couldn't get to him here. But he was proven wrong when he looked down at the street and saw the car suddenly disappear, and when he glanced to his right, there it was again. Speeding towards him, no time to escape.]

...fu-BANG

[Metal. Legs. Metal. Face. Metal. Ass. Metal. Doesn't-even-know-what-body-part-is-where-anymore as he flies over the hood and roof of the car. And then he hits the ground -or rather the concrete roof of the building- his whole body screaming in pain, couple of limbs in very disturbing angles. At least he has the luck to pass out moments later.]

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