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[i]When she arrives the sound of engines revving leads her to a large crowd around an intersection. It appears two motorcycle racers are lined up at the crosswalk, and a woman is standing several feet in front-and between-them with two flags in her hands.[/i]
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Quena watches, trying to stay at the back of the crowd.
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[i]She watches money change hands as bets are placed, and in a cloud of smoke the bikes race off into the distance. The spectators disperse as they wait for them to return, and she notices a younger man leaning against a bent lamppost counting money.[/i]
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Quena tries to move over to him. “Uhm..hello?”
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"Bonjour, betting against the young lady?"
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She shakes her head. “No I was just wondering what’s happening on this show floor?”
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"Ah, the young lady has been whipping some old timers here on the port road stretch all night, and I'm her agent. Stirred up quite a crowd too, as you can see."
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Quena nods. “Mhm, mhm…is this some type of race?”
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"...yeah, it's a race." [i]He looks at her confused for a moment before returning to counting bills.[/i]
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“Well what are they racing on? Horses?”
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[i]He chuckles.[/i] "No, but we have raced those before. Here it's bikes."
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“Ooh, bikes? That sounds…fun!”
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"It's a blast, try it sometime." [i]The crowd perks up as the sound of engines comes closer.[/i]
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“I will!” She grins, and glances towards the sound.
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[i]The bikes come roaring in, with the young lady in clear first place. The crowd cheers as she lines up at the starting line again, and Quena notices she wasn't wearing a helmet despite going unreasonably fast.[/i]
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Quena tries to walk over to the young girl.
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[i]The girl hops off her bike and walks towards the man counting the money, basking in the applause from the spectators.[/i]
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Edited by Nightmare Tune: 8/4/2021 9:46:48 PMQuena tries to go and inspect the girls bike, intrigued by it.
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[i]It appears very high end, with pristine black body panels and gold leaf trim, and looks heavily modified underneath.[/i]
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Quena grins and keeps inspecting it, mesmerized, not really paying attention to anything else.
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"Hey hey hey, look but don't touch, miss." [i]The girl walks back to her back.[/i]
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“H-hm?!” She quickly jumps up and looks at the girl. “I-oh! Sorry!”
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"Just keep your paws to yourself." [i]She sits side saddle on the bike again, and pulls out a small piece of carved obsidian, and taps it like a screen.[/i]
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“Ooh…what’s that?”
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"Basically a phone, but it does more." [i]She taps it and looks at the bike, checking readouts.[/i]
