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[themanclion]

There's the roar of an engine coming from somewhere near the forest. It's a deep, throaty sound and soon accompanied by the squeal of tyres though at first, there's nothing to be seen.

Until there is.

Out of nowhere, a car appears. It's big and bronze and makes a hell of a racket. But possibly not as much of one as Gene.

'...bloody 'ell is goin' on!'

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[makesthings]

(OOC: Both or either.)

Sameth hears the noise in the forge and comes out before backing up against the wall, "Charter!"

Its said with a mix of awe and fear, that's quite a car.

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate looks like fire could come shooting from her eyes at any moment.

"I'm assumin' the piece that made all that racket when I changed gears. And you can try your luck with that, Gene Hunt. Really."

[themanclion]

Must be a ponce, Gene decides. His comment about having a girlfriend notwithstanding.

'You bring it on, lass,' he throws off-handedly at Kate, and pulls his hipflask out for a swig.

'An' I wouldn' say you 'changed gears' so much as seduced 'em out for a drink an' then mugged 'em in a back alley with a brick.'

Really, she did pretty well. But he's already told her that once so she can't expect to hear it again any time soon.

[makesthings]

Since neither of them seems to actually be talking to him, Sameth heads to the engine to lift the hood.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Well that is what I'm best at, isn't it?" she bites back. "My connivin'--"

Her lips stop just before forming a 'b', eyes traveling to where Sameth is.

Oh. Oh. This will not end well.

"B-ohh, wait! Don't--"

[themanclion]

'OI!'

Oh yeah, Gene's talking to him now. With his hands, as they lunge forward and grab the front of his shirt, walking him a step or three back.

'What th' bloody hell d'you think you're doin'?'

[makesthings]

Its instinct that makes Sameth plant his feet but he still gets carried back,

"If you're not going to show me, I'm going to take a look."

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate winces, knowing when she's too late to step in that there's not much she can do but watch out for trouble.

[themanclion]

'You bloody go near my car withou' my say-so, you'll be wearin' your own knackers as earrings, you get me?'

He'd be all too happy to spend a few hours out here going over the engine inch by inch if the lad would ask. Helping yourself? So not going down well.

[makesthings]

"I've been asking but you keep arguing with your friend. Make up your mind,"

Sameth doesn't like being yelled at when he's been polite and stares Gene down.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Gentleman."

Her voice is clear and unwavering; that subtle reminder that there is a woman present.

[themanclion]

'My friend. My motor.'

He stares at the boy for a long moment, his hands fisted tight in his shirt. It's then that he notices the mark on his forehead and he frowns.

'What're you? On your way to a Christmas party an' you're a fairy light?'

He does let go of him though. Eventually.

[makesthings]

This man is bigger than him and if he gets thrown in the cells, Mogget will be horrible.

So Sam channels every ounce of royal indignation he can and doesn't flinch,

"No, I'm a Charter Mage, not from Earth."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Mage? That's like a magician of sorts, innit?"

Fantastic. Gene is about to get turned into a toad.

[themanclion]

Not if he can help it. A well-placed fist will be brought to bear if any funny business appears to start.

'Is this where you say somethin' about knowin' how t'use yer wand?'

Because everyone has the sense of humour of an eight year old, obviously.

[makesthings]

"No, its where I say that I don't need one,"

Sameth sketches a Mark and is soon holding a glowing knife/symbol in his hand as the Mark on his forehead glows gold.