Lucas (
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mayfield_rpg2012-11-30 11:17 pm
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[The race for the finish line is on! Every man for himself! Reach the end or don't reach anywhere at all!
Lucas naturally, immediately heads as far away from the highway as possible towards the people who live at the far end of town. Not without good reason, though.
Through the streets of Mayfield barrels a giant... head at high speed. Hovercraft, actually. Anything it runs over is squished, drone, hazmat, bear, or otherwise. Even if some of those weren't even in the town anymore. It screeches to a halt in the middle of most streets, and a boy covered in bloody stains will hop out and scream as loudly as he can.]
EVERYONE GET IN. NOW. HURRY.
[So he did his lose his temper sometimes. Sort of.]
[The race for the finish line is on! Every man for himself! Reach the end or don't reach anywhere at all!
Lucas naturally, immediately heads as far away from the highway as possible towards the people who live at the far end of town. Not without good reason, though.
Through the streets of Mayfield barrels a giant... head at high speed. Hovercraft, actually. Anything it runs over is squished, drone, hazmat, bear, or otherwise. Even if some of those weren't even in the town anymore. It screeches to a halt in the middle of most streets, and a boy covered in bloody stains will hop out and scream as loudly as he can.]
EVERYONE GET IN. NOW. HURRY.
[So he did his lose his temper sometimes. Sort of.]

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If Lucas dares look up, they'll see Helel carrying a blue-haired protag in the air.]
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You're going really slow!! Do you want a ride!!!
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But yeah, keeping Helel around is a drain on Minato's SP. And with only 2 Chewing Souls, the more he can conserve, the better. So he has Helel fly down, landing on the roof of the weird alien car.
While it's still running. If Junpei were here, he'd probably remark how it's straight out of an action flik.]
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Foomph.
And suddenly the hair bow on top of the giant head spins about to reveal...
A coffee machine. Convenient.]
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wow he does not look okay and that does not look safe. But she did kinda promise to be with him forever. So.]
... Okay, okay! ♪
[she's running inside]
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RIN.
[Lucas's voice is hoarse.]
RIN YOU'RE OK.
[He doesn't sound relieved more than he's just still yelling everything. He waves her in and the opening somehow fuses shut behind them.]
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Mhm! I've been holding on... it's nice of her to give us advance warnings. ♪
[sarcasm drips, of course. But it did alert her to gather her things before the new swarm reached her home. She lets go, and looks Lucas over. He's pretty beat up.]
Hey. Aren't you going to heal yourself? ♪
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WHERE EVEN IS MY STREET gdi finals made me miss so much event ;n;
Here Lucas have a panicked waif of an alien reaching for whatever will get him inside.
"H-H- Thank you!" he manages to shout despite all of the hell going on.
I have no idea where any street is in relation to anywhere else so it's cool.
The interior of the head is... rather spacious, actually. Lucas will take a seat at the controls.
"You should find something to hold onto. I'm not very good at this."
Aahhh thank- ;w;
"...It seems larger on the inside..." He just had to say it didn't he?
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Flying a giant head.
Well okay, then.]
Holy shit, Lucas! Are you okay?!
[Because hey, bloodstains, but she's getting in regardless.]
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[They had split up somehow after Lucas decided he ought to go home to grab the table. ...He had opted for his other transportation device after seeing the chaos breaking loose once more in the town, though.]
I'm fine! What about you?! I heard your call earlier...!
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[Other than some bruising, she looks fine. SHE IS STILL STARING AT THE BLOOD, THOUGH. Lucas, if you are bleeding...]
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Oi, wait for me!
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[He would have yelled for the rest of Luke's family, but he had the vaguest inkling that they would be fine by themselves, from what he recalled of them. Teleportation was always handy.]
It's been a while! Are you alright?!
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[Luke's not too worried about the rest of his family at the moment, them being able to teleport and all. He'll just meet them again on the other side. He's real concern are the folks he cares about who can't teleport - namely Edward and Once-ler.]
I'm as good as I can be, I think!
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IT'LL GET YOU TO SAFETY. GET IN.
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[It's not like Clover had a plan beyond running for her life and punching whatever stood in her way, however well that might work, so she is rather glad to have stumbled upon this... thing.
It's never pleasant to see a kid covered in blood, though. Or, well, anyone, really. Regardless, she rushes to get inside.]
You okay?
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[The opening fuses shut behind Clover as she rushes in and Lucas heads for the controls.]
This is the last stretch. We're going to make it outta here - we all are.
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But... even if we make it out - what then?
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What's going on?!
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[Lucas assumes that she's asking about the floating head given that everyone else has been so surprised by it.]
We can get to the highway more quickly like this; hold on!
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[Holding on so very tightly.]
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