03-28-2018, 11:23 AM
The motorcycle riding juggalo lets loose a magnificent holler of baffoonery, exemplifying the mirthful spirit. Strazio Rockwell, Defender of Darkshire, does not share his whimsical demeanor. No, as the two tore down the trail, kicking up all manner of leaf, brush, and bramble, the mage could only think of the fight ahead. He sits in the purple sidecar, brooding and concentrating. He's not really sure what to expect in the coming hours, save for a great deal of pain. Probably. There's usually pain involved in these things.
Gamzee slaps an arm around his friend's back, jostling him lightly. "Put this on!" He shouts over the roar of the fruity engine. He hands him a plain helmet the same shade of blinding white as the Nexus, or Strazio's hair. The mage waves it off with a grunt, dismissing all notion of safety for the sake of looking like a badass in his little side seat. The clown himself, however, was absolutely BANGIN' in his helmet. It came attached with aviator goggles to shield his eyes from the whipping wind, and the custom purple paint job was no joke. Strazio could see that large holes were cut into the helmet for the boy's horns, but even then he had no idea how all that wild mess of hair fit into that tiny space.
A frown forms on the troll's begoggled face, a slight bit of worry at his friend's hardheaded nature. Not much to do about it, he supposes. His knuckles whiten as his grip tightens. Driving this thing was a bit like riding his one wheel device, except you know with more wheels. It's all relative, he guesses. Pretty cool stuff. A small tug at his sleeve briefly distracts Gamzee from the road; the little Guu doll slowly wriggles and worms her way past the cuff of Gamzee's leather motorcycle jacket, popping her head into view. She glances around at the moving scenery around her, button eyes gleaming. Her head tilts up to look at her caretaker, sending a little wave his way. The boy can't help but giggle, looking at the gift Mistress Guu gave to him. What a cute lil' motherfucker.
"So that's where you disappeared to," he murmurs quietly, turning his attention back to the road. His voice is lost to the wind, he knows. Strazio can't hear him, and he's not even sure if the doll can understand the words out of his own motherfuckin' mouth. So he tosses his voice, drops it, lets it be swallowed by the lonely, ever winding forest road. What a weird, surreal moment. Seems a little out of place, doesn't it? Motherfuckin' Miracles, he guesses.
The Guu doll curls up, wrapping her arms around Gamzee's wrist in a tight embrace.
Gamzee slaps an arm around his friend's back, jostling him lightly. "Put this on!" He shouts over the roar of the fruity engine. He hands him a plain helmet the same shade of blinding white as the Nexus, or Strazio's hair. The mage waves it off with a grunt, dismissing all notion of safety for the sake of looking like a badass in his little side seat. The clown himself, however, was absolutely BANGIN' in his helmet. It came attached with aviator goggles to shield his eyes from the whipping wind, and the custom purple paint job was no joke. Strazio could see that large holes were cut into the helmet for the boy's horns, but even then he had no idea how all that wild mess of hair fit into that tiny space.
A frown forms on the troll's begoggled face, a slight bit of worry at his friend's hardheaded nature. Not much to do about it, he supposes. His knuckles whiten as his grip tightens. Driving this thing was a bit like riding his one wheel device, except you know with more wheels. It's all relative, he guesses. Pretty cool stuff. A small tug at his sleeve briefly distracts Gamzee from the road; the little Guu doll slowly wriggles and worms her way past the cuff of Gamzee's leather motorcycle jacket, popping her head into view. She glances around at the moving scenery around her, button eyes gleaming. Her head tilts up to look at her caretaker, sending a little wave his way. The boy can't help but giggle, looking at the gift Mistress Guu gave to him. What a cute lil' motherfucker.
"So that's where you disappeared to," he murmurs quietly, turning his attention back to the road. His voice is lost to the wind, he knows. Strazio can't hear him, and he's not even sure if the doll can understand the words out of his own motherfuckin' mouth. So he tosses his voice, drops it, lets it be swallowed by the lonely, ever winding forest road. What a weird, surreal moment. Seems a little out of place, doesn't it? Motherfuckin' Miracles, he guesses.
The Guu doll curls up, wrapping her arms around Gamzee's wrist in a tight embrace.
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Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover