live_ringer | ☆017-Get your motor running. Head out on the highway!

Eh, he'll get over it. Like you said, nothing damaged.

[A glance in the side-mirror showed the man was feeling less-than-forgiving, but ah well.]

That's the idea. Generally, you're only supposed to run them into other dodgems or the occasional guarding wall, but we've got a distinct lack of those around.

[He gave a sidelong look to Krile.] And with that lack of targets in mind, do you have anyone you'd like to chase around a bit? No running into them, of course. Just a bit of a start.

[Whoops. She'll just have to hope she doesn't have to awkwardly avoid him too much.]

That's too bad. Maybe you'll meet someone else with a dodgem though!

[She has to give his question some serious consideration.]

If Lix was ever in his house I'd say him. And Neil's prob'ly at work. [FROWN. because they'd both be good chase targets.] ...Chasing Mr. Vimes might be fun but I think he'd get too mad at you. Do you wanna chase someone?

Mm, could be. A lot of these little happenings seem to be repeating themselves, though not as often as they usually do.

Neil would be a pretty perfect target, wouldn't he? Too bad. And yeah, I'd rather not get in trouble with the watch. [His brows drew together thoughtfully as Lyle contemplated his options.] Genius is wee like you, so that's out. Maybe someone with a patrol oriented job. I'd say Gai, but I think he's got things keeping him occupied.

[That, and he would be meeting the ninja to talk about other matters later in the day.]

What about Sniper?

That is weird. Like last year...

[She grins at his suggestion, though, her thoughts going along a similar path.]

[She raises herself up as much as the seatbelt will allow her, looking for a stringbean with a long nose. Because, you know, she'll totally be able to see something the six-foot-one man next to her can't.] Gai would be fun, but Sniper would be great too! I bet he'd be really funny about it.

Uh huh. Though let's hope this time around isn't as chaotic as the last one. [What with the violent duplicates of people that were running around.]

Oh, I'm sure he would be. [Sniper really was a world-class flailer. If they got him at the right moment the reaction would be priceless.] Willing to take a trip down to the Scavenger's Yard in this thing to seek him out?

Yeah. [Only half-thinking, she wraps her arms around her stomach where Paladin's evil twin cut her. She would really like that not to happen again.]

[But she brightens up at the thought of chasing Sniper. ~~She's a wonderful friend, really.~~] Yeah! Let's go!

[Plus she kind of loves riding in the bumper Lancia. YAY.]

[The uncomfortable look doesn't escape his notice, but he doesn't harp on it, either. He remembers she was among those who were hit hard last time.]

Alright, then. Off we go. [~~They're both spectacular people to know, clearly.~~]

[Once they get into the elevator things are... just this side of awkward, at least for the other patrons who are giving the tiny car and it's occupants sidelong looks, as if wondering what they should say, if anything.

His dignity is already compromised by having to drive the little car everywhere, so Lyle decides to make the most of things by leaning back and propping his legs up on top of the dash as they descend; as if this is the most natural thing in the world and it is the other patrons of the elevator that had the problem.]

Edited 2011-02-08 04:10 (UTC)

[Krile thoroughly approves of Lyle's attitude about the car. She's still quite delighted with this whole jaunt, even though there's part of her that's saying she wouldn't be so much if she wasn't so small right now.

She dismisses that opinion. Right now, she can either be happy or she can fret. She can't seem to pull off the constant background worrying right now, and it's suiting her just fine. So Krile can't help but grin at Lyle's devil-may-care pose and the awkwardness of the other passengers. She waves cheerfully at them.]

Hello! Isn't it nice out today?

[The woman she singled out hastily stares at the buttons and then mumbles some agreement before studying the lights in the ceiling.]

[Lyle snickers at how effortlessly Krile slips into the role of making people feel uncomfortable, and all through simply using her sunny disposition. At this size she makes a perfect, blameless little partner in crime and he can't resist the urge to reach out and ruffle her hair for the second time that day.

It isn't long before their fellow elevator riders have emptied out (and prospective boarders have taken one look at the car inside the lift, deciding it was better to wait for the next trip). Once they reach the fifth floor Lyle sits up straight, wedging his legs back into their rightful place and pushing the gas to propel them forward.]

[Krile waves merrily at the prospective boarders, not at all abashed. If they want to be awkward and perplexed, that's obviously not her and Lyle's problem. And it is pretty funny.

She giggles again as Lyle gets back into driving position as the elevator doors open. Once they're in the Yard, though, she starts looking around serious. Not just for Sniper, but for any sign of trash golems. That's still important.]

Okay, time to keep our eyes peeled.

[The look of seriousness was almost comical on her currently cherubic face, but he couldn't blame her. The Scavenger's Yard wasn't the best of places to let down your guard.]

Right, then.

[After a while of driving around they had not found Sniper, but Lyle did see someone not far off. He didn't recognize the sturdy older man, but that didn't mean he might not know whom they were looking for. Lyle leaned on the horn to get his attention before shouting.]

Oi! Have you seen a skinny guy with a long nose anywhere around here?

[Sniper finds it... difficult to get used to this body, but he's doing his best. As cool as he thinks he looks right now, he finds it more than a little troublesome that this body shares some of his traits but looks about as familiar as anyone else in this place. Nevertheless, he shows up to work as usual, only to be startled by someone leaning on the horn.

He jumps a little and turns around, bits of scrap metal still in his hands. His eyes widen when he sees the, well... the cute looking car, but he frowns at Gene's words.]

Oi, oi, oi, oi! Who're you calling skinny? I'm very muscular under the surface, you know! [He gives a little wave.] It's me. Sniper.

[Their lack of success in finding Sniper is only a little disappointing. Krile still quite likes the driving around for its own sake. And the car horn. She likes that a lot too.]

[She yelps in surprise when the huge, burly guy proclaims himself to be Sniper and nearly jumps up to run over and verify this, but the seatbelt stops her.]

But you're huge! [shut up she's three foot six right now.] I mean, um. Wow! Your new body looks so different!

[She knows she is not making the most intelligent observations here but somehow, translating her thoughts into words isn't working right.]

...What?

[Blink, blink. Well, that was unexpected. ...And ruined any chances of surprising Sniper into a chase but that's secondary to the fact that Sniper isn't quite himself at the moment.]

Your certainly not skinny now, I'll give you that much.

[They've come to a stop at this point and Lyle climbs out of the car to get a better look at their comrade.]

How long've you been like this.

You've got that right! Though I think my being huge might be because you're so tiny, Krile. Look! [He jabs one finger at his arm.] Bam. Bicep.

[He leans on the car, admiring it.] I've been like this for two days now. Why were you guys looking for me?

I'm not that tiny. I'm taller than a yardstick. [She knows while she's saying it that this is a ridiculous argument.] And it's just temper'y.

[At his question, Krile looks up at Lyle uncertainly. He may want to revise his opinion that she is a perfect partner-in-crime, because her very poor lying skills are completely nonexistant when she's miniaturized like this. At the least, she needs more notice than Sniper gave her to come up with some kind of excuse.]

Ummmm... it's a secret?

You are pretty small, kiddo. But it doesn't change the fact that Mr. Macho here only highlighted the issue by getting bigger. [He looks decidedly amused at Sniper's pride in his bicep.]

[Ah well, it looks like Lyle will have to lie for the both of them, a talent that he's glad he hasn't lost grasp of.] Oh, you shouldn't be so modest, kid. You see, Sniper, two days were too long to go without seeing how long you were doing without seeing how you were. It's chaos out there, what with all the different Tree... things happening.

[That was probably laying it on a little thick. But if it was more than Sniper was willing to try, Lyle wasn't opposed to telling him the real truth.]

[Sniper grins knowingly at Gene as he says his piece.] You are such a liar. But you're right about all the tree stuff going nuts.

[He taps the dodge 'em.] Can I try this cart thing out?

[Krile nods vigorously in agreement with Gene. Buuut she's not surprised that Sniper doesn't quite buy it. At least he doesn't press for details.] We just care, really.

[She doesn't try to hide the fact that she's gawking at Sniper's newfound MANRINESS. It is so strange to see him acting like his springy Sniper self in that kind of body.]

Do you think you could fit in here?

Like you have any room to talk about liars. [He had heard Sniper's stories and, though he supposed anything could be plausible here, the teen's stories still had an element that was just too big to be believed.]

But I don't see why you can't take a spin, long as you don't mind being wedged in like a sardine. Do you know how to work one of these things? [He stepped backward so that Sniper could wedge himself into the little car.]

Nope, but I think I can figure it out!

[Sniper taps his temple as he is wont to do when bragging about the intellect that he may or may not possess, but seems somewhat surprised when his forearm touches something resembling a substantial chin. This is so weird.

He tries to stuff himself into the dodge 'em, but it's... an effort.]

Maaaaaaan. The one time I'm actually manly-sized and it means I can't try this thing out properly? [He wriggles a bit.] So why were you looking for me?

[Krile scoots over as much as she can as Sniper wedges himself in, grinning at how ridiculous he looks too.]

Maybe it'd work if you turned back into you right now? [She adjusts her hat a little, debating whether or not to try and answer or to leave it to Lyle.]

We thought you'd be real surprised to see a car!

[Technically true.]

Nope, being 'manly-sized' only makes things less comfortable, sorry to say.

[He's barely able to contain his laughter at the spectacle Sniper makes. Largely because he... probably looked almost as ridiculous when he was riding around.]

Can you get to the pedals, at least?

I think I can... almost...

[Something slips, and his ass pounds into the seat while his legs go vertical. Certain bits come too close to being impaled on the steering wheel than comfort allows, and Sniper let's out a moderately high shriek before carefully tipping himself out of the cart sideways. It is not a very graceful sight.]

Haaaah... that was close. Did you see that, Gene?! I still want to be a man when I turn back into myself!

[The look on Krile's face gets progressively more unsure as Sniper tries to ease himself in--then she lets out a high-pitched yelp as it ends in very near disaster.]

Sniper be careful! Are--

[She tries to tell herself that his remark went right over her head, exceeeept that she can't quite contain an attack of the giggles at the phrasing. And the rather undignified position he is in. So she claps her hands over her mouth and stares determinedly away from both him and Lyle. Totally unnoticeable.]

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