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Motorcycle madness

Who: Alastair

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Where: the abandoned motel of home
When: Friday evening-ish (May 29)
Warnings: none that I know of
Summary: biker duelists past and future hanging out.
Format: durr...whatever!

Knowing that there was a large and not-so-fictional creature on the rampage in the City, Alastair had chosen to stay indoors for a while, monitoring the comm for more information. But he was the kind of guy who got bored easily, and then hungry, and couldn't stand to stay cooped up for long. He decided to chance a night out, and after a quick stop by an ATM with his previously-detested dogtags, he was ready to look for company. And it was about time he hooked up with Kyosuke, really. He wanted to see what kind of bike he had, maybe even score a ride. With comm in hand to follow the directions he was given, he made his way down to the place the other duelist called home. Alastair wrinkled his nose a little at the look of the abandoned motel, but he had crashed in some similarly shady places over the past year while traveling Europe, so he wasn't one to complain. He strode up with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, locating the correct door and drawing out one hand to give a knock with the studded knuckles of his gloves.

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Despite being on the roof, Kiryu heard the knocking, although it took him a moment to figure out that was what the sound was. He hurried over to the edge of the roof to see who it was.

It took him another moment to recognize the hair (since Aki's was really similar).

"Hey!" he called, waving. "I'll be down in a minute!"

Alastair glanced up at the voice above him. "Huh? Uh...okay..." He couldn't fathom what the guy was doing on the roof, but whatever. He stepped back from the door, waiting to see which direction his host would come from.

Kiryu opened the door a couple minute later, looking a little out of breath but grinning anyway. And still looking like a Dark Signer. Oops. Well, he trusted Alastair with that information already, so he'd completely forgotten about it.

"Hey, finally made your way over here?" he said, teasing a little.

The one thing Alastair didn't know was that there was a difference in appearance. He flinched back for a second, but since Kiryu didn't jump for his throat or speak any different from normal, he relaxed after a moment. "Geez, you startled me," he complained. "Yeah, I know, but better late than never, right?"

"Definitely." Kiryu steps back and pulls the door open wider. "My bike's out back, but it's a little dark to really look at it."

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"Well, if you don't mind me getting fingerprints on it, there are other ways to check out a bike," Alastair smirked, accepting the offer to come in. "And it's never too dark to take a ride, right?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "Never. Midnight's the best time to drive around."

He gestured for Alastair to follow him and headed for one of the doors that lead out the back of the motel. Only a few lights were lit, since quite a few were broken and others he just never bothers to turn on. But the inside of the building appeared to be in much better shape than the outside would suggest.

Alastair stuck his hands back in his pockets as he trailed along, glancing from side to side to see whether there were any other signs of life in this place at all. His curiosity was getting the better of him, filling his head with questions. One, though, really needed to be answered so he wouldn't spend the rest of the night feeling awkward. "So...what's with the look? It's a little different from the last time we traded a vid-chat."

Kiryu almost looked confused for a moment--looking this was was so natural to him, he usually forgot about it when he did...unless he was around Saitou since Saitou didn't appreciate it much. But having his powers connected to this form had made him a little more aware of how he looked at any given time.

His confusion quickly switched to a grin. "This how I'm supposed to look as a Dark Signer~ I can switch back and forth."

"Really?" Now Alastair was fascinated. He lengthened his stride to catch up and walk beside Kyosuke. "So you can just do it anytime, it isn't...you know, part of a duel ritual or something. Weird!" He was still missing a number of pieces, regarding the Dark Signers and that whole situation, but so much of it felt so familiar.

He nodded, pushing open a door to the outside. "Our Gods made it so we could switch to looking alive again, to blend in. Of course, here it's different, since I'm not dead, but I think the porter is involved with that somehow."

"Oh...right." The concept of being dead still made Alastair shiver a little inside, but he shook it off. The noise of the city at night came back into focus as they stepped out the back. "That's a hell of a power to have. What I used to have was pretty wicked, but something tells me it pales next to yours."

Kiryu's smile faded a little. "Maybe. It came with a high price..."

He shook his head and grinned over at Alastair. "But I like yours! I'd rather be able to talk with who I wanted any day. I don't need my powers. I can defend myself without them.

"What were you able to do before?"

Alastair shrugged a little. "It's not all it's cracked up to be. It's not like I know the languages, I can only translate within a few minutes of hearing it. After that it...just goes out of my head, I guess."

The question made him sigh and turn aside a little, pretending to look around for where the bike might be parked. "I could take souls, and imprison them. Create hallucinations, even sort of mess with the minds of people I faced..." There was also that plane he crashed, but that was not one of his proudest uses of the Oricalcos, so he kept it to himself.

"You can communicate though--well, I guess you could do that anyway..."

Kiryu listened quietly. Their situations sounded similar, but Kiryu didn't feel any regret for what he'd done. He couldn't. He'd thought about it a few times, but that emotion never popped up.

Whereas Alastair sounded like he did...

"I couldn't create hallucinations," he said after a moment. "Not that I know of, anyway."

"I didn't do it that often," Alastair qualified, turning back toward his friend. "Only when I really needed someone to see what he refused to see. Funny, how the ones most resistant to believing stuff like that exists are the ones so easily manipulated."

He shrugged again. "It doesn't matter, I can't do any of it anymore. Yuugi's pal the pharaoh took care of that. Now I've just got this crazy little language power the 'porter gave me, and here I am."

He nodded, an amused smile showing through. He wished he'd been able to do that. It would have been a much better way to mess with Yuusei.

He walked over to where his bike was parked, glancing back at the building. Well, Saitou hadn't seemed to care when he went on nighttime rides before, although he'd given him a reason to worry recently...

"I could only take souls when I summoned my God...And my attacks were real when I dueled. And all our marks were connected to the Signers' marks. And I got to be a zombie."

"Oooh, a zombie," Alastair smirked, waggling his fingers in the air. "I dunno, I kind of like being alive. And with my soul again." The gleam of the bike under what little ambient light there was completely distracted him, then. He stepped up alongside Kyosuke and let out a low whistle. "Is it fast? Heh, I bet with 'bigger' things to handle tonight, there aren't gonna be any cops on the roads anyway."

Kiryu laughed. "Yeah, I kind of do too."

He smirked over at Alastair at the first question and laughs again at the second bit. "Oh, it's fast~ And the only cops are either incompetent or imports, so I never get caught anyway."

"Sweet!" Funny, how this tantalizing promise of a fast ride was enough to make Alastair forget all about darker topics. Or, at least, push them to the back of his mind in favor of better things. "So, what do you say? Should we take a spin?"

He remembered something, then, and slipped a wad of bills out of his back pocket and waved them in the air, held between his fingers like a Duel Monsters card. "...a spin, and then maybe get something to eat? I seem to have come into a little cash."

Straying away from the darker topics was totally fine with Kiryu, especially if it meant showing off his bike.

And food. Food was definitely a good prospect.

He grinned and held the helmet out to Alastair. "Where do you want to go?"

Alastair took the helmet without question. For all his reckless ways, he always did wear one. "Depends on what's open this late. I kinda want sushi. Or Thai. Hell, I don't know - anything but fast food."

Unfortunately, Kiryu only had one helmet, or he'd be wearing one too. He's started seriously considering getting a second just for all the people he'd been taking on rides lately.

"I think there's a sushi place open this late," he said after a moment. The mark on his arm suddenly started glowing. There's a flash of light, and he's back to looking alive once it faded. Normally, he didn't care if he bothered the civilians, but he didn't really feel like getting harassed tonight.

He straddled the bike with an excited grin. "It one of the better places, to. They get good business."

Alastair flinched again at the transformation, but it all made sense now. He pulled on the helmet and threw himself onto the bike behind Kyosuke, wrapping his arms around the other boy's waist without hesitation. "All right! Sushi it is, then. Let's go!" He slapped down the visor and readied himself to ride.

If Kiryu noticed the flinch, he didn't say anything. He revved the engine and shot out around the end of the building and onto the street.

Behind the visor of the helmet, Alastair was already grinning. He had missed this, more than he realized. Even if it was someone else's bike and he was just hanging on, the rush of speed made him feel right at home. He held onto Kyosuke just tightly enough to keep from losing his seat, his coat streaming out behind them in the wind.

Kiryu took a turn a little faster than he normally might have riding with someone else, but he felt like playing. He hadn't had a chance yet to show off to anyone who knew their way around a bike, so he wasn't going to waste the opportunity.

Of course, once they hit traffic, he slowed down enough to be safe. The police only cared if it looked like someone was drunk, not speeding.

Kiryu probably couldn't hear Alastair laughing between the helmet and the wind, but he was - snickering to himself with glee. He knew exactly when to lean into the turns and brace for braking, this was his domain of sorts. At one slower patch in the middle of cars, he gave his companion's waist a squeeze to let him know he was doing fine. Better than fine.

Yeah, his hearing wasn't quite good enough for that, but the squeeze worked just as well. He flashed a grin back at Alastair before speeding up again. It helped the the restaurant he'd thought of was halfway across the city, and one that wouldn't be any fun to get to without a bike or a car.

Even so, they were almost there.

A long ride was no problem. And this area of the city seemed to be unaffected by recent events, so to Alastair, it was just a normal night, two guys on a motorcycle, having a blast. He kept his view on the road ahead of them, over Kyosuke's shoulder, as if he were driving as well. The only thing keeping him from wanting to go on forever was his hunger.

Kiryu pulled up in front of a small store front that looks a little out of place among the more corporate-looking buildings. The sign was mostly covered by a curtain of ivy.

"This is it," Kiryu said. He briefly pulled his comm out of his pocket to turn the audio off. Most places like this didn't appreciate "radios". Of course, they didn't appreciate his sword much either, but that didn't leave his person unless he got kicked out.

Pulling off the helmet, Alastair had a little chuckle before following suit with his own comm. "In my experience," he bragged a bit, "it's always the little hole-in-the-wall places like this that have the best food." He slid off the bike and straightened his coat, grinning appreciatively. "And they're open late, even better."

He noticed the sword but said nothing, yet. He didn't know what to say about it besides the lame, obvious "hey that's a sword." For now, he settled for following Kyosuke in.

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Motorcycle madness

oh god, your cut text. <3

so wrong, I know. XD

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