Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140319031609/@comment-7497475-20140319073921

Lying on the roof of her airjet, the Aile Cassée, Noir was just looking up at the sky. Her day was surprisingly peaceful. She was in a small clearing in the forest, having landed here on a whim, and was letting her maintenance AK-130 look over her bike. The Abyssylon 500 was soon, and she wanted to make sure Vélo Sanglante was up for the race.

"There is a message waiting for you."

Noir casually rolled over to look down at her pilot AK-130. The lightweight android was standing there waiting for a response, holding her scoll.

"Throw it up."

Catching it, she opened it up.

"Ms. Lavis. You have been invited to attend a lnch in regards to the upcoming race. Meet at the Golden Boar at noo sharp, asking for table twelve. We'll see you soon. -A-500"

She looked at the scroll for a moment, before dropping it back down to the AK-130. Lying on her back again, she looked back up at the sky, her prosthetic hand held up to see. It had been about ten years now.

Time to see if it was worth losing you.

She called out to her maintenance AK, watching him still working on the bike.

"Pack it up, I want her ready to ride in ten minutes."

Jumping off the top of her airjet, Noir hooked her hand over the jet to break her fall. Landing next to the android, she stretched out her body.

"I've got a race to use her in."