Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-5999656-20180927043914

(No problem. I too, am busy.)

"Will do, my man. Birdman's got a hell of a ride ahead of him," Farran responds into the receiver. Without further ado, he hops down from the roof and lands softly on the packed ground, gesturing at its helmeted rider to get off. As soon as the seat is free, Farran runs forward eagerly and plants himself in the bike, checking the dashboard and testing the grip of the handles.

Titania leaps down as well, landing not on the earth but on the roof of the jeep. She bends down and raps the frame twice to get the driver's attention. The noise given off is a distinctly metal echo.

"Take us to Nobel, but keep a distance. I'll try to take him down from afar." Titania turns to the other biker. "You, rider. Stay in the back. Be ready to call for help if anything goes south. Let's go."

Farran, meanwhile, puts the pedal to the metal, and in a floored growl and a spray of dirt, he shoots forward on the motorbike. A few wobbles, and he gains his balance, riding forward so quickly that he threatens to be lost to sight in a few seconds if the jeep doesn't get moving.