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8/4/2021 8:28:20 PM
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[i]Cobalt, deciding to throw his hand into the racing business, heads down to the docks.[/i]
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[i]When he arrives the sound of engines revving leads him 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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[i]Cobalt crosses his arms, and watches for a bit.[/i]
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[i]He notices money change hands as bets are placed, and the racers speed off to thunderous applause. The crowd disperses a little to wait for them to return, and he notices a young man leaning against a bent lamppost counting bills. He's dressed like a typical biker, with char black hair and sharp yellow eyes.[/i]
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[i]Cobalt ambles over.[/i] “Ah, hey. Who’s your bet on?”
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"The winning gal, of course." [i]He chuckles and wraps the bills up before putting them away in his pocket, then starts sorting more.[/i] "And you?"
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“Oh, I just got here. I assume it’s not required, right? But I’ll have to see. I’ve never been a betting man.”
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"Of course not, you're free to enjoy yourself as you please."
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“Alright, cool. I assume you’re the… the bet… guy?”
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[i]He laughs warmly.[/i] "Yeah, you could call me that. I'm the winning gal's agent, you could say, so if you'd like to bet against her like the rest of these stubborn fellas I'd be glad to relieve you of your coin."
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“Yeah, I’ve never been a betting guy. Sorry about that, if you were looking to get some cash off me.” [i]Cobalt pats his pockets.[/i] “And it seems I left my wallet at home. Guess that’s not too bad.”
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"Heh, we've made plenty tonight, I don't mind." [i]He wraps up the last bills and pulls out a piece of carved obsidian, looks at it, then slides it back into his pocket.[/i] "Should be back any second now."
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“Nice watch. Or, rock? Whatever it was, it looked interesting. Obsidian, or some other volcanic rock?”
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"Obsidian, yeah." [i]He nods, and the sound of engines roaring draws closer.[/i]
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“I assume she’s going to take this one? Seems probable, given the money you’ve got.”
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"Oh for sure, with her ride there's nothing here that can stop her."
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“And the others just keep on betting against her… you’d think they would learn, yeah? Anyway, I’m Cobalt. You?”
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Edited by Polycephalon: 8/4/2021 9:15:02 PM"Heh, you would think so, but they won't let themselves be beat by a little girl. Hermes, nice to meet ya." [i]The crowd parts and the bikes return, a young woman about the man's age with long ash grey hair flapping in the wind coming in first. She doesn't wear a helmet despite her speed, and laughs as she pulls up to the starting line again. The crowd cheers for her victory, and the older looking racers scowl. And of course, more money comes into Hermes' hands.[/i]
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“Ah, pride. Yeah, that’ll get ‘em. So how much do you usually make? This seems fairly profitable, no?”
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"Depends on where we race, some places are better than others. This is a decent spot in town where people have some change to bet with, but there's more cops."
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“Yes, because street racing and betting is illegal. Forgot about that for a second.”
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"Yeah, apparently it's dangerous or something." [i]He shrugs, and the woman gets off her bike and approaches him.[/i] "How'd we do Herm?" "Not bad, we'll be able to afford your tastes for a little bit with these." [i]She grins and wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a sensual kiss for a few moments.[/i]
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[i]Cobalt averts his eyes, letting them have their moment. He turns towards the girl when they’re done.[/i] “Good race out there. Name’s Cobalt.” [i]He sticks his hand out for a shake.[/i]
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"Merci, je m'appelle Léto." [i]She takes his hand and her grip is burning hot.[/i] [spoiler]Although not enough to melt metal idk if he'll even feel it[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]He’ll feel it. Not like, “ow oof ouchie you burned my hand,” more “Huh. A human would be hurting from this.”[/spoiler] “Apologies, I’m not fluent in… that.”
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"Ignan, it's not that common these days. Nice to meet you, Cobalt." [i]She smiles and wags her hips seductively as she walks back to her bike, her agent catches himself staring and quickly gets back to counting money.[/i]
