not_good_not_wicked: (The only way to travel)

[personal profile] not_good_not_wicked 2012-12-21 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
The broom descended to street level, matching speed with the car. Marisa was practically lounging on it, though how she managed to lounge on something that shape is anyone's guess. "You're challenging ME, the fastest in Gensokyo, to a race?"

Is she really the fastest in Gensokyo? Probably not, but no one's here to call her out.
testarossanightdriver: (flycatcher)

[personal profile] testarossanightdriver 2012-12-21 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I am. You're hot shit back in your little hometown, but this is the U S of A." He grins, unnerving for most but probably not for a girl used to dealing with youkai, and not maliciously, though definitely teasing. He shifts the Ferrari into second.
not_good_not_wicked: (Totally ordinary)

[personal profile] not_good_not_wicked 2012-12-21 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed she doesn't seem terribly put out by the zombie, or whatever this guy is. She swung around so she was straddling the broom properly. "Alright you're on. Just don't cry when you get left in the dust."
testarossanightdriver: (protovision)

[personal profile] testarossanightdriver 2012-12-21 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
This was the kind of thing he (un)lived for. He shot the gearshift forward, feeling that twelve cylinder jumping under him, dropped the gas to the floor. He was out like a bullet from a gun, laughing maniacally.
not_good_not_wicked: (Oh fuck she looks mad)

[personal profile] not_good_not_wicked 2012-12-21 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
The car roars ahead of the broom, leaving Marisa looking rather surprised. Those car things could really move, couldn't they?

She's not gonna give up that easy though, she leans forwards and picks up speed, and in short order she's starting to edge ahead of Kavinsky. She stuck her tongue out at him as she passed.
testarossanightdriver: (protovision)

[personal profile] testarossanightdriver 2012-12-22 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Damn. Tinkerbell has some fucking oomph in that spellbook. he thought, mixing his metaphors in a way that would upset her greatly if she could hear it.

The road started to turn and he set the Testarossa into a screeching drift. Let's see how that broomstick corners.