Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10380701-20140201163733/@comment-7497475-20140202095856

Rocking slightly on her bed, Noir had her feet up on Vélo Sanglante's handlebars. Feeling another shake, she looked into the cockpit. The modified AK-130's could deal with it, but the turbulence was starting to get annoying. Getting off her bed, she walked in behind the two androids.

"It's bumpy, we almost there?"

The pilot responded in the affirmative with it's metalic voice. Nodding in return, Noir stepped back into the hold. Folding her bed up, stood by the door. Hearing the engines wine as the Aile Cassée flared out to drop her off, she hit the button. With it opening, she jumped out. Falling the short distance to the ground, she looked down the street. The shop was here somewhere, and hopefully they didn't mind her wearing Phantom Limb while she found new combat heels.