Wind swept through hair as chiseled maw opened wide; taking in what the city bestowed as flashing light beckoned to the few who dared called themselves Storm Riders. Taking a moment to cease in step, the ring of his pocket made a brow shift as an eye turned. Pulling it from his pocket, he'd read the message aloud.
"Parts War? Bottom of the tower?"
Sitting for a moment, he didn't know if he was down for this or not. Taking a stand atop the metal beam that lead downward, his hues roamed the many people below. Were they a rival team? Not that he'd gotten Ragnorak off its feet yet, but. . still. "Whatcha' got to lose? Besides. This gives me a chance to stretch my legs. Take a load off and let Titan handle this." Respite to the decision, Giselle sighed inward, closed to the world as everything came to a slow halt as air blew momentarily. The sudden shift in persona came with an apparent change in expression; excitement brimming to the tee.
Finally, something worth something! Someone who wanted to fly!
Leaping off in a series of contortions and twists, he'd sail through the air like a bird taking flight. His apparent wings long, wide -- stretched far enough for his fellow wing rider to understand the challenge was accepted. Landing easily with one foot on a light pole, he'd shift his attention in a full circle. "Her name is Dove huh. ." Moments passing, a slight saunter as body went down to almost kneel, knees buckled to paint the image. Responding quick, his awaited call to the fellow avian. "South side of the tower. I'm ready to fly when you are!"
Most can only feel this in dreaming, allowed this in the absence of waking from whence their bodies are lulled to slumber whilst minds and hearts run free. Honed treks pierce the soft dorsum of earthen firmament, dislodging herself from the claustrophobic static brimful with stale oxygen and the booming wen's ribald tones trilling like aroused cicada.
Comely nubility appeals to close quarter proximity, adrenaline hied through rosé veins beneath marble in the moon's glow. Stone-kissed cold features revered her, coaxing her into impish light with mirthful flattery tugging bee-stung lips upward. Monte weathers the turbulence, pitter-pattering droplets clinging to the twain, matting dewy locks.
"Hello?" Waving; slender hand extends, surely, to assume a teasing tonality than to foolishly plunge headfirst into the situation that may or may not be serious. "Dove. Sorry if I was intruding? It's been a rather dull night."
Veering mien inspects the tower momentarily, swerving to garner watchful eyne. Glacé cherry maw melts into a genuine smile, one that crinkles the winged corners of eyesight.
"How 'bout a dash? To the top and then back down; the first one to do so wins?" Everything comes full circle, albeit it's a typical scenario for them to enact; soaring above the heights of the cityscape, indulging in tropospheric solitude with company. If all agreeance concluded, they'd ready themselves. Energy radiated, molding moistened pressure with ease, the hair's on the back of her neck raised akin to heckles. Cropped shell-pink mane seemingly lifted in an updraft, wavering fluidly as if she were underwater. Crouched figure perched on the eve of ascension.
"On your mark, get set, go!"Pillars unfurled, jet setting her vertically antrorse with rivulets in the wake of departure, slick palms fashion winds creating frictionless aerial pursuits.
"Dove. Sorry if I was intruding? It's been a rather dull night."
He didn't even bat an eye at it; smile far reaching as feet brought him on down to ground level, body pivoting as he landed with a single leg first, wind assenting his arrival. "Nah, Dove. Think nothing of it. I wasn't doin' anything anyway. Just. . out for a stroll." Nodding to his own words as hands firmly planted behind his head, a swivel towards the ear before remarking between her own response. "Titan, by the way. That's what I go by." Just to make sure monikers were addressed.
Subtle was something she certainly was. Not wasting a lick of time to get to the nitty gritty, her words caught him more than anything else. To the top of the tower, aye? Easily done. Rocking back and forth to get limber -- body stretching to make sure his ligaments didn't lock during flight, Titan nodded to his opposite with the same bright grin. "I'm down. I'm a bit rusty though, but I'll see if I can match you." Usually he'd toss up his READ to see what he was dealing with, but ******** it. It only made this all the more interesting. Arriving at the starting point alongside her, his body took position, ready to take off just as she was.
"On your mark, get set, go!"
SWOOSH!
Off at the same time, but it was clear who was the better flyer of the two. Marveling at her height, the opposite tucked inward while his own body projected up, kicking to further propel himself into the air as a single hand grabbed a trek to do a spin, taking sight of her a little ways away. If he didn't know it, she had wings bigger than his own! "Haha! Not bad!"Coming from beneath did he suddenly drive higher at an unnatural, uncanny pace. Air suctioned throughout form as Titan's body literally took flight after a step to the tower itself, using that to careen himself forward like a bullet. To her, in appearance, he'd be literally jetting directly up at an intense speed. Those fleeting winds churning momentarily as feathers almost seemed to flutter as he greeted her happily in the nights sky. Ready to take the lead!
Imploring motion, petite frame soars, head canting as she glances back toward the other, focus imbued in his actions momentarily. Plucked apricot, summer song; she's all things beauteous as pallor flushed roseate against chilled springtide drizzle. Higher and higher Monte climbs into the airspace until she briefly touches a steel support beam of the tower and makes a leap of faith, veering herself directly to the structure's apex. ATs perched on the radio antenna, five digitus clasping the mechanism. The male wasn't far behind, she notes, wet locks pushed from visage to spy him in his hastened pursuit toward the same location.
As he accelerates, nearing the pinnacle, Dove simply springs forth, thrusting herself in a spiraling, arced angle, her body rushing headlong into the slipstream of wind fluidly. She begins the dive downward akin to a high-diving swimmer, curvature firm but relaxed, taut but softened.
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The trip between the party and the ramen place had been a quiet one. Artemis kept to herself but as she walked with her brother she could sense his injuries. Was it because of a twin connection? Or could it be because she was starting her journey as a Tuner? Perhaps a mixture of both? Despite his wounds from a fight he had gotten into, she had seen him in worse condition before. There was no need for her to be concerned. All he needed was food and a good night's rest.
When they arrived the place was small on the inside, a coziness to it. The aroma of their ramen flowed in the air. They were the only ones there for the time being, something she preferred in all honesty. She did not want to have many people around. Meals ordered. Food eaten. Bill paid. All that was left was for them to make it home.
Stretching she looked over at her brother with a coy smirk as she exited the restaurant. ”Want to race home?” She wasn’t much for part wars, at least not at the moment, but she had always enjoyed the occasional race. ”Last one there has to unpack the boxes tomorrow~” This perhaps was not the safest of bets, considering she lacked the experience Apollo had… oh well.
He wasn't going to disclose anything to Artemis and that was apparently by how silent the trip was. His injuries weren't hurting him too much. It was a little painful still as the aching pain kept coming back with each step he took. He probably would clean himself up after it was all said and done. There was something that was currently on his mind though but he wasn't sure what it was himself. Maybe he felt guilty about the jail thing? He didn't know for sure.
Arriving to the ramen shop, it was smaller than he expected for a 24-hour place but that probably was how they stayed in business. His mouth watered a little from the smell. The meal was mostly a quiet one. They ate their food and went on the awkwardest date imaginable. It wasn't a true date because..well duh but it was obvious they weren't on a date to them and no one saw them. It just how perception could show. With the bill paid by Aratemis due to Apollo being broke, they would leave the Ramen place. Apollo somewhat happy for a full belly. Her offer of a race was....suspicious. He could accept but the issue was that he didn't want to go overboard. It was just a race? He could do that without trying to slice her down.
"Sure. Sounds good to me. I win, you get to make me some treks for free"
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She was glad that Apollo agreed. Though of course he had a bet of his own to throw in. Artemis chuckled. ”Idiot. Even if I won it would still be free. I can’t charge my lab rat! Can’t have you complaining you paid if something blows up in your face~” She was teasing of course. She was confident in her ability to make something amazing, however considering she didn’t have too much experience in actually doing things for the storm riding world, there was always a chance something could potentially go wrong. While she had every intention of making things for anyone that asked, she did not want to accept making materials for others until she knew for sure it would work. She had every intention of asking Apollo to test things from time to time. Of course she could test things herself but she did not ride with the same intensity a real rider would.
Why was she going to race Apollo? She was known for being lazy, but this was something that interested her. It seemed fun. Simple enough that maybe she would have a shot. Fighting with Apollo was not a good idea, not that she was concerned he would harm her in such a drastic manner, but it was best not to poke the sleeping bear. Would she even win? Maybe. So what if she wasn’t a fighter like him, it didn’t mean she couldn’t race!
”When the stop light turns red.” She stated pointing to a light in front of them. It was currently green but it would turn soon enough. Lowering her body position she kept her gaze focused on the light, her body tensing as she saw it go from green to yellow, and shortly after to red. She sent all her tension down to her feet pushing herself forward with as much force as she could to getting to a spring within a few seconds.
That would be a useless bet but he didn't have anything else he wanted. He just needed to know whether to be serious or try to enjoy the battle but he wasn't sure if he was able to just simply just enjoy the battle. He never really could. He could consider himself to be more of a person who was competitive. Still, could he bring himself to go and hurt her? He wasn't so sure. He just kept his thoughts internal and didn't protest. He decided on what he would do and he hoped that she was ready for it because it was something that probably goes down in the family.
Once the light went from Green to Red, Apollo would take off but be going slower than Artemis. Slow to the point he was about a foot behind her which would already send a signal that something was weird. Apollo didn't say anything, but it looked like he was preparing for something. He was waiting to bear his fangs but he didn't attack. It looked as if he was contemplating deeply his next move. Artemis didn't have fangs shot at her, but she may want to get a move on. Apollo might not be so merciful. Their parents weren't when they met.
Why was she doing this again? Oh right it was just a race, a fun race…. Or so she thought. She did not realize how seriously her twin was taking it. He wouldnt dare use such moves on her? She had no reason to believe otherwise. They were family and he had always protected her, she had no reason to think he would be aggressive like she were some random Joe. Oh if only she knew what was going on with his thoughts.
Focused on the task at hand the sounds of the world seemed to fade away, the only thing she picked up on was her heart beat, the magical sound of her air treks doing their job and from behind the hum of her brothers treks behind her. She was in front? At least for the time being. He is just messing with me she thought to herself with a slight grin, if he thought he was going to catch her by surprise he was wrong! Now just to figure out what he was planning… her ears twitched as they picked up on something different with his air treks. They were preparing for something a fang… she only knew as she had witnessed him make plenty in the past.
no… He wouldn't?! Her body tensed, her heart seeming to freeze in her chest. Why would he do such a thing? She had no form of protecting herself. Wasn't this just a race? Was she the black sheep of the family? She had little or no history of violence… Well that was a lie. Her parents had trained them both in self defense so she wasn't completely helpless. Maybe she didn't have such tricks like him, all she needed to do was think. Her eyes swiftly gazed at her surroundings in an attempt to use her environment to her advantage.
He had to hit her first… which he had to see for. From the sounds of it he was right behind her meaning that didn't have that much space between them to react that well, the same could be said for her. Taking in a breath she figured out what to do. Taking a sharp turn into an alley way, she swiftly tossed off her hoodie right into the area he would turn into. Her goal was using her clothing to smack him in the face which as it did so, she would scale up the wall of the building by jumping onto by jumping onto various stair accesses.
Tricks Turn stance F (turn) Metronome F (timing of hoodie maybe recognizing he prepping a trick? )
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She was running? She was still running and he was just stalling. This would come apparent when he was hit with the hoodie. The hoodie smacking him into the fact was removed quickly after a few seconds. Enough time shown to allow him to see that she was scaling up. She was trying to get far far away. What was he going to do about this? He would speed up, his skills finally coming on full display as he worked to close the gap between the too. Following along the stair accesses, his style was more rough and rugged in comparison to her smooth glide of scaling. While they scaled, he would launch himself off a propelling action to go and try pounce onto his sister. His eyes glowing a bright purple showing his full concentration and descent into the madness in his head. Apollo was fully here now. There was no family. Only winning!
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Blood pumped through her veins as her heart beat accelerated from the effort of her race. Sadly, despite wanting to win, her body had its limits. She could feel her muscles becoming weaker with each stride, they were tense from the efforts which began to show with some of her foot work. They were not as smooth as before. It would not matter for long, for a shadow came at her from the corner of her eye. From her blind spot Apollo began his tackle, and by the time he would show up on her peripheral vision it was too late, she did not have the ability to react it time. All Artemis could manage was to attempt reducing the blow of the impact on certain parts of her body.
3….2…
Mentally she was able to countdown the final bit of his approach as she brought her arms to her face, it was the only place she did not want covered in scratches. It was annoying how she could see his attack come, but not do anything about it.
1….
Like clockwork his body rammed against hers, all air in her lungs shot up with muffled gasp as her smaller and lighter form was sent flying to the side as he continued his approach forward reaching their home first. What was Artemis doing? Landing on the ground some distance behind him with a few skids and rolls.
Victory? It was never in doubt was it? Apollo could of given up or he could of went easy on her. He was already going to out-speed her but she did have timing on her side. So what does he do instead? He attacked her? While slight hesitation, the fighting spirit within him wasn't going to break and allow for him to not give his all. Especially to his sister who acts like the Goddess on earth. Well, she is a goddess. That is no debate! Still, his duty to protect was still in play. She didn't have fangs shooting at her trying to cut her down but it was probably still shocking that he was someone who actually decided to play rough in a simple dash race. It wasn't weird. It was all he knew.
What would he do for victory? Storm riding was a passion. His way of life and it was in the midst of the moment where control always is lost with him. In a heated battle, in a grueling fight, he always tend to rise above and give it his all. Definitely, someone who more for fierce rivalry than trying to help along to get better. He also got into too much trouble due to it all as well. Making it to the shop, he would sit and wait for Artemis. He wondered what the end result of this all was going to be. He hoped she was going to be okay with it all. He also hoped he didn't hurt her too bad
