Street Racing [Part. 1]
The night shone brightly as the stars came
out to play, motes of light twinkling in the midnight sky. A single flock
of birds flapped their wings lazily as they flew smoothly over the vast
expanse of land known to travellers as the Eastern Road. Slowing their
flight, their primitive eyes alert, they glanced down at the murky city,
makou gas vapors wafting away from lamps that glowed eerily against the
night sky. A single humming noise brought the whole flock's attention towards
the south, a reverberating sound that couldn't be heard by ears, but could
be felt within the teeth and jawbones of every bird flying that night over
the city of Westbridge. Two airships appeared, one of them white with silver
lines streaming down it's beautiful form, the other solid clad metallic
blue, with black stripes running like a tiger down it's azure hull. Diving
into a barrel roll, the white one, zipped ahead of the other one and came
inches away from slamming full force into the flock of birds in it's path.
"AHHHH SHIT!!!!" could be heard even down in the city below, as Kyarn spun
the steering wheel hard down, pulling his ship into a nose dive straight
for Market Square. The other ship lazily floated down after it, like a
righteous teacher scolding it's student, and parked next to the Westbridge
beacon. Sliding the hatch door to the side, Dartanion strode out of his
ship yawning, awaiting his friend to return. Meanwhile farther down below,
even beneath some of the lighter cumulus clouds, Kyarn's ship had finally
leveled out, right before slamming and destroying the Healing Wound Inn,
to the cries of the brash young adventurers that used it as a home base.
His back end seconds from clipping the roof of the Inn, the boy, his face
determined, slammed his foot on the accelerator, and pulled hard back on
the steering wheel, causing the ship to lurch upwards. Dartanion watched
from above, shaking his head. "What a showoff," he muttered, his black
trenchcoat sweeping the floor of the beacon. Turning the music on in his
ship, he closed his eyes and sat back in his seat, the bass of a premium
audio system built by Heifong Audio causing the gold coins in his cup holder
to jingle around methoidically. A blast of cold air blew in through the
door, and Dartanion swore, pulling his trenchcoat tighter over his scrawny
body, and stumbled out the hatch, hurling a coin at Kyarn's airship. "WHAT
TOOK YOU SO LONG," he yelled, over the scream of Kyarn's turbocharged makou
engines. These too died slowly away, and the hatch to the airship opened,
sliding up and out. Caia and Kyarn stumbled out of the hatch, a bottle
of Ulaver wine in the Kyarn's hand, Caia laughing, and pushing Kyarn teasingly
as he stumbled into Dartanion's grasp. "I know you didn't let him drink.
There's a big match tonight, and he's gonna need all of his wits if he's
gonna beat the competitors. Shit, the way he is now, he doesn't have a
ghost of a chance to even beat me." Caia snorted, and turned away. "I didn't
do it, it was his little wifey, she made him drink, i swear." Dartanion
eyed her suspiciously, and took the bottle from the wildly giggling child.
"Kyarn, where's Vortigan, and isn't he racing tonight?" Kyarn shook his
head. "He ran into Dalamar's ship, and the front end is all fucked up.
It should be easy enough to fix, just some body damage, the engine's still
good. I'll check the oil levels while i'm at it, but not right now, my
head hurts like a muthah!"
