Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140319031609/@comment-24296957-20140322152759

Requiem's guttural engines roared as he rode into Vale. As he came into town, he uploaded the message from his scroll to the bike. Examining it, he knew there would be others. Others that would have killed to be in the 500. Others that would think him weak, not a threat. They'd be wrong.

The Golden Boar was just in sight - and so were many other vehicles. He assumed these were the other racers. Amet frowned. He was usually punctual, but this test drive had taken a little longer than he hoped for. But he was grateful - now he could eye the competition. And there certainly was quite the competition.

As he came into the parking lot, Amet fishtailed into the parking space, the counterweights on the wheels compensating for the lateral force. Requiem up-righted, and Amet dismounted. "Good to know those work, too." Amet said as he walked into the Golden Boar.

He walked up to the waitress at the kiosk. "Afternoon.  I'd like table twelve, please." The waitress looked him up and down - almost as if she was gauging him. He noted this, walked to the table, and took a seat. Silently eyeing the others here, he was already planning how the race was going to work out.