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Oh my God it's an Itachi GET IN THE CAR [COMPLETE]

WHO: The Ravager (Rose), Reverie (Itachi)
WHEN: Nov 13, sometime midday
WHERE: A parking garage on the East Side (Hi Jason we're in ur turf jackin ur cars)
WARNINGS: Swearing and potential violence against classic cars

Man. If Tim were here, he'd have a lot to say about all this...

Rose huffed, swinging her legs over the concrete wall and letting them dangle as she sat. From the second-story level of an old parking garage, she could see pedestrians walking for three blocks--depending on which way her head turned. Not that there was a whole lot of that, as far as big cities go. So boring.

Then again, Tim always has a lot to say.

It was cold, too; it kind of annoyed her. Chainmail was going to probably have to go once the weather dropped low enough. For the time, it was as comfortable as her own skin, and she'd deal with a little chill. She fiddled with the mask in her hands a little, debating whether or not it was worth wearing. Identity wasn't a huge issue anymore, especially since there were no cops to worry about. Maybe it was compulsion that made her take it along. Eventually, though, she stowed it away; I ain't some frickin' sissy who needs to hide my face from strangers.

Minutes ticked by while she sat, waiting. Waiting on a stranger she'd talked to on the internet barely twice. A stranger that she wouldn't know by looking at him--but she assumed he'd stand out; everyone zapped into the City stood out somehow. Waiting to do something reckless and stupid and have no cops show up to try and stop her. It made her grin.

Too bad, Tim. You're gonna have to find someone else to yell at today.

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Itachi had been productive since he'd arrived. Learning the lay of the land, finding out all about the internet, getting himself an interview for a nice respectable office job. Adjusting to the smog and the water and the food. Learning Sasuke was here and didn't hate him.

It'd been a busy couple of days.

He'd acquired clothes that didn't stand out quite as badly as his Akatsuki wear. A black turtle neck, black slacks. With his hair pulled back in a pony tail and sunglasses on to disguise his bright red eyes, he looked vaguely like a beatnik, minus the soul patch or artsy attitude.

He stopped outside the garage, looked around at the civilian level. Plenty of people around, but he had no idea which one was Ravager. Or if she was even there yet. He glanced across the street, then looked up out of habit. The city made him feel a little claustrophobic--walls and towers of glass reaching up and blocking out the sky, and so many hiding places even he couldn't keep track of all of them.

A paranoid's worst nightmare.

He spotted someone sitting on the garage wall, reached up to tilt his glasses down, expose eyes red and unnatural as he regarded her. Ravager? He had no way of knowing for sure, though the chainmail was sort of unique.

It took a moment for Rose to even notice the dark-dressed man watching her. She looked down, tilting her head a little. It was hard to tell from where she was, but there was something odd about his eyes. That was probably her man.

She pushed off the wall and grabbed onto the edge, dropping down from the second level to the first, then to the ground. She stood, turning and giving Itachi a skeptical look.

Then, she smirked.

"Reverie, huh?" she asked. "Or you just admiring the view?"

"Yes." Itachi responded, deadpan. He left it up to Ravager to decide which he was answering, or if he was answering both.

"Ravager I take it?" Itachi looked her over, his sunglasses still tilted down, letting her see his own face un-obscured--he looked Asian, possibly Korean or maybe Japanese, by his bone structure.

The faintest of smirks tilted at the corners of Itachi's mouth and he slipped the sunglasses back in place over his eyes when he'd finished giving Ravager the once over.

"I'd say you like to live on the edge, but that would be redundant. But don't let me hold us up with pleasantries."

"You take right," she replied, tilting her head a little. His eyes intrigued her--if they were real and not just crappy contacts, at least. Why the hell's he dressed like he's going to a poetry slam?

Oh well. Not a horrible thing.

She smirked back. "You really are all business, aren'tcha? Well, if that's what you think, then fine. Right to business. Which would be educating you in the ways of the ancient tradition of carjacking. And yes--that is the scientific term, so no need to break the dictionary out to flower it up."

With a grand sweep of her harm, she started backing towards the entrance to the parking garage.

"You get the honors of picking the car. Unless you pick something lame and I overrule it."

"Noted. I'm glad I did my research; we have no cars back home. Imagine if I picked volvo?" Itachi said mildly, drawing a pair of gloves from his back pocket and pulling them on as they walked into the garage. The gloves were for warmth--this city was cooler than the forests he was used to, and since he'd opted not to wander around in a big black and red cloak, extra layers had to come in somehow.

"I was raised on business. Old habits, as they say." he smiled, expression hard to read with his eyes hidden behind the shades.

"But furthering one's education is always a lofty goal, perhaps more so even then business. Let's look at our options--do you prefer new or vintage?" He'd been up a while researching cars, from the history of automobiles to the models and reviews--a whole world of information that simply didn't exist in his world.

A red Cadillac made him pause, as did a silver BMW. He finally stopped next to a black Lamborghini Gallardo (http://www.thetorquereport.com/lamborghini_superleggera_fr-thumb.jpg) and glanced at Ravager. "Does this suit your fancy?"

Rose couldn't help but smile, following, watching him mull over the selection of cars. Whether he actually was new to the whole city-thing or not was still up in the air; she'd never heard of anybody pop into a strange new world and just immediately start hitting the books. Well, maybe except the Bat-kids. But they don't count.

Either way, having someone around who wasn't busy lecturing her--let alone actually attempting to have some fun--was a refreshing change. And she liked it.

The car he picked made her double-take, then break into a wide grin. "You might be from some humdrum, technology-free world," she laughed, "but you've got taste. Too bad you can't wire something like that, or I'd be all over it."

She jerked her thumb at an old Stingray.

"We'll have to go old-school."

Itachi glanced at the Lamborghini, one eyebrow arching far enough to be visible over the glasses. "You're the expert, Ravager. I'm glad my taste doesn't entirely offend, even if it is misguided." He didn't sound put out, merely curious, as he followed the woman to the Stingray.

"My world isn't technology free. We have electricity, advanced medicine, surveillance capabilities, short-range radio, movies and manufacturing among other things. Cars--combustion engines, the internet, long-range telecommunications? Completely unheard of. Messenger hawk is the fastest way to get word across any real distance, and that can take days. Walking is the way to get from place to place." Itachi offered the explanation as he watched Rose. "It would be a very interesting thing, to introduce some of this technology there."

He tapped one gloved finger against the Stingray's fender. "So tell me what mistake I made in choosing. Since this is part of the learning experience." Despite the formal way he spoke, there was just a hint of... Not really mischief, but certainly more than academic curiousity in this tone. He rather liked the woman--she reminded him vaguely of his partner back home. Minus the blue skin, giant sword and serrated teeth of course. Their attitudes were somewhat similar, though Ravager seemed like more of a loose cannon.

Not that that was necessarily a bad thing either. He was here with her, after all.

She pulled out a small pocket knife and jiggled around the lock--old cars weren't so hard--until the door clicked open. She pushed the driver's seat back and cracked open a panel underneath the steering wheel, pulling wires while he talked. Sheesh. This guy sure likes to talk... She "hmm"ed and "mm"ed at his explanations--just in case he was the type to get pissy if someone wasn't listening.

At his inquiry, she glanced over her shoulder. "Newer models are set up different," she said, wiggling a wire at him. "N'most've them were designed so you can't hot wire them. But these old things?"

Her head disappeared under the wheel again, and, after a couple small sparks, the engine growled, coming to life.

She sat up, wiping her hair out of her face and grinning up at him. "These old things practically let you drive away with 'em. Just gotta know which wires to pick at."

Rising to her feet, she jerked her thumb at the car. "Hop in."

Itachi watched Ravager work with interest. He couldn't really see exactly what she did with the wires the entire time, so... Something to ask about later. He did try to remember what he could see in case he had to figure it out on the fly in the future, you never knew after all.

"How accommodating." The ninja commented then looked at Rose. "Do I get to drive?" He asked with a slight smirk.

Not that he had the first clue about driving. Reading about it and then actually seeing all those levers and buttons and random crap surrounding the steering wheel were two totally separate things.

"As crazy as you might think I am," Rose said, tilting her head, "crashing spectacularly isn't on my agenda tonight. How's about I drive first, and you watch and learn?"

Not that I have my license and am any more qualified to drive, she thought. With one eye.

She slid into the driver's seat and leaned over to pop the passenger door open, after which she poked around, adjusting a mirror and scooting the seat up. Her hand went for the shift and--

She made a face. "Ah, hell, it's stick."

Do I know how to drive stick?

"Oh, well."

Itachi nodded, moving around the vehicle and sliding into the passengers seat. "I suppose that would cut a few of my plans short. I concede." He said, almost... Teasingly, but his expression was still deadpan as he closed the door and fastened his seat belt.

"A stick--" It took half a moment for the previous nights' research in cars to provide any information. A stick shift.

That should be fun. They were supposed to require more skill weren't they?

Itachi leaned back in his seat, head turned to watch Rose and what she did. It wasn't like he had any room to judge her driving, at least she knew a heck of a lot more about cars, in a practical sense, then he did.

And hey, it promised to be interesting.

It took a couple tries, but Rose managed to get the car into reverse and slowly back out of the space. It took another minute or so to shift into drive, and she grumbled curses under her breath most of the time.

"Son of...C'mon you stupid...There we go. Now we can get outta here!"

She pressed down on the gas, and they jerked--backwards. Into a parked van.

"...Well. That was..." she coughed, flushing a little and hastily jiggling the stickshift into drive--double checking twice over and giving a test roll forward before coasting out of the garage.

"Okay...Now we can get out of here."

She huffed, pressing the gas and speeding down the street, as if that would be enough to erase her blunder.

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