There is a whole world out there to spread holiday joy to. A world of flying cars, and massive towering skyscrapers, of quiet, cold deserts, of snow-covered cities. Everyone in it is either holed up in their homes, hooked into the Links, the network run by Macrohard, abstaining from human contact, or they're poor and destitute, in the streets, and
(
Read more... )
"A scab? Being inside this Weaver thing is not enough?" She snarled to herself as she eyeballed the city below. Her temper didn't improve as she watched Scout. "And how are we to land when this has no feet?"
Reply
"Hold on, I got this," he almost sounded unsure of himself. He slowed down the car, hovering over a building, then finally downshifting into park (in mid-air, no less). The car thumped onto the top of an apartment building. Scout folded his arms, looking pretty pleased with himself.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
He sped down the stairs, stopping in front of the door. This could be troublesome (especially if he doesn't bother to check if it's unlocked first).
Reply
Reply
Pull. That works. He held the door open for Leaf, what a gentleman (except not really).
Reply
Reply
He also wasn't being very considerate of the inhabitants of this apartment. He was being quite loud.
Reply
"Take the bag; I will find an ape."
Reply
Reply
She wasn't quite sure this was how it was done, but tearing down the door seemed like it wouldn't be the best option.
Reply
Scout rolled his eyes. He almost took the bag and the flying car and flew wherever the hell he could go. But he didn't. He's a good guy underneath it all. He went over and knocked, "We got presents and stuff for, ya' know, Christmas."
Reply
Reply
"A baseball bat?" A small child's voice piped up behind the door, as the door cracked open slightly. A pair of eyes glanced between the odd duo and and the gift in Scout's hand. His mother (presumably) fussed behind him warning him to shut the door.
Reply
Leave a comment