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[raced_god]

[Man. What is. That noise.

It's the sound of Falcon doing everything possible to distract himself from the fact that he is still fighting with Ionia. His mechanical projects are everywhere. One day he's commandeered the autoshop room, the next, indeterminate mechanisms are covering his desk, the next, he's tearing up a black motorcycle in the parking lot.

And I mean tearing up. That poor motorcycle.

What is he doing? WHO KNOWS. The only thing anyone can tell for sure is that he's covered in engine grease and motor oil, almost constantly hauling boxes of parts across campus (including dead bits of Eggman robots aw yeah free shit), and making an awful racket.]
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I think Samus and I have singlehandedly (double-handedly?) turned Kanto upside-down. Or at least the part of Kanto at this school, which seems like a good portion. There are so many trainers here it's like half of our work is done for us. They're all allied against Giovanni and think he was behind the entire thing. Works for me. This school is morons.

I still want to bag the guy. I don't care if he's worth jack shit, it's stupid letting him run around a place with so many Pokemon.

Another one of the hunters Samus worked with during the Phazon business showed up. He's clean, too, just like Gandrayda. And...unlike Gandrayda, he seems a lot more tolerable. I'm not...too sure about his personality when he integrates with his suit, but he doesn't seem to mean any harm. I think I'm just glad there were no more stunning revelations this time around.

I'm going to build things. My bike still needs a G-diffuser.
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Are we all safe? No one's kidnapped anymore? Good. I'm very glad.

Isn't it like...a holiday next week or something?

((UHH feel free to [TEXT] or meet him somewhere and [ACTION] or both woop woop.))

Comments

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, it's close to Thanksgiving, isn't it? I'm still not used to that.

[raced_god]

Calendar say so. Did you want to do anything this year?

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Are we going to see ~*~Grandma Falcon~*~ again?

Private.

[raced_god]

I don't know. If that's what you want to do.

Re: Private.

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

You don't sound too excited about it...

[Don't think I don't see that butts tag. Also Action Time WHEREVER YOU LIKE.]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[Yeah. All that noise. Smelling like grease and car parts and GREASE AND MOTOR OIL ALL OVER THE FIREHOUSE SHOWERS but it's okay--Samus is well practiced in the art of how Very Excellent Brooding Devices building things can be and is willing to overlook all the smelly grease and noise. Probably because--oh yeah those holiday things are coming up again, aren't they?]

You'll work yourself raw at this rate, Captain.

[At your feet you may find one [1] shiny new Power Drill, to compensate for the one your dumb Magic Belt destroyed.]

[butts everywhere]

[raced_god]

[It's a very good distraction. There is probably stuff all over the garage.]

There's a lot to get done.

[What is. It's a power drill. He makes a 'FOR ME!?' face.]

Did you just buy this?

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

Maybe. It's powered by dead bees. A Beedrill.

[raced_god]

[He's just gonna make it whirr a little bit. It appears satisfactory.]

You didn't have to.

[action, minus the butts]

[ionianmode.livejournal.com]

[Ionia was planning to take F-Zero into town, but to do that, she's gotta cross the parking lot. While Falcon's busy being a stupid butt-face fart-breath butt. So she's just gonna. Do her best strut on by and ignore him.]

[there are always butts]

[raced_god]

[IONIA SENSES TINGLING. Or maybe it's jut hard to miss a giant robot unicorn.

He is just going to. Stop tearing the tires off this motorcycle and move on to tinkering with that G-Diffuser over there.]

[unicorn butts]

[ionianmode.livejournal.com]

[OH NO. A G-Diffuser. HER ONE WEAKNESS. She kind of... steers F-Zero a little bit closer. Oh. Oh she sees how it's going. He's just a few steps away from installing the internal gravitational modulator (future science). Ionia motions for F-Zero to kneel down, and leans forward a little, kinda watching over his shoulder half-interestedly.

She looks like she's about to say something, but NOPE. She leans down, scoops said modulator up, and digs her heels into F-Zero's sides. OFF HE GOES.]

Re: [unicorn butts]

[raced_god]

[IS THIS IT. IS THIS REAL LIFE. IS FIVE WHOLE YEARS FINALLY OVER.

Wait, no she's just here to steal his shit.]

HEY!

[Man this would be a really good time for this bike to not be in pieces in the parking lot.

Is he chasing after the rocket unicorn on foot?

He is chasing after the rocket unicorn on foot.]

[punchvolcanoes]

[There is a dragon watching you work. You may have not noticed until it was right behind you with it's imposing shadow. (even if she's like only 5'10"]

[raced_god]

[It does not take him very long to notice the looming shadow of a dagron. He has to turn around, though, to figure out which dagron.]

Hey.

[punchvolcanoes]

[SURPRISE! It's the girl one. She looks at his mass of things intensively. Making sure her tail touches nothing because...you know. Oil.]

[raced_god]

[Yeah that is probably a good idea. And then everything exploded.

Falcon is just going to take this moment to violently rip one of the tires off the bike.]

action

[badasstrenches.livejournal.com]

[Surge was walking outside when he heard a ruckus in the parking lot. It sounded very mechanical. Like someone was putting together or taking apart a tank or a car or something. At this school, he wouldn't have been surprised.

That was when he saw Falcon. Hunched over... was that a motorcycle? Looked like it. The lieutenant strolled over, but stood back a little bit. He didn't want to interrupt Falcon's concentration. So he just stood there, watching the other man work for a few moments.]

[raced_god]

[And quite a ruckus it is. Falcon is doing some pretty unmentionable things to that bike--both tires have been ripped off and there are parts everywhere.

Surge, however, does not go unnoticed. The Captain looks up very briefly.]

Hey.

[badasstrenches.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[Well, now that he's been noticed, there's no point in standing back anymore. Surge takes a few steps closer in order to inspect the bike. He lets out a low, impressed whistle.]

You sure have taken that thing apart.

[raced_god]

I'm making it better.

[This is a very important distinction.]

[animu-nerd.livejournal.com]

[This bike. This bike hovers. Otacon just...looks at it his eyes alight with nerdish joy and his grey hair snapping in the wind.]

[raced_god]

[This is Falcon turning the G-diffuser on and off and making the bike hover and not hover and hover again.

He could be at this for hours.]

[animu-nerd.livejournal.com]

[Otacon has all the time in the world. To watch hovering bikes.]

[raced_god]

[BUT IT IS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE COMPANY IS SPOTTED.

He's staring at you now, Otacon.]