«We Could Be Legends»

[Amer]

"Get it off," Frosty said, as of it was that simple. "Or, you know, you could chop off her hand, if you can't figure that out." He added sarcastically.

"Are there crowbars in this van? Or you know, other stuff? I am not familiar with driving in this fashion," Indigo replied, driving at 80 mph.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"Get it off," Frosty said, as of it was that simple. "Or, you know, you could chop off her hand, if you can't figure that out." He added sarcastically.

Toby snickered, before a look of fury crossed his face. "Don't listen to me for a minute." He said, instantly slamming his hand on the horn and spewing insults at the car that just cut in front of him. "Carry on." He said calmly, removing his hand from the horn when the car went back into the lane it was in.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"Mhm," Indigo said. Sherri slumped in the van and had a mini panic attack, seeing the cuff. It might not just be a tracking device, but a bomb!

"You must be pretty desperate to be trusting my sense of caution in this situation." Indigo was already speeding down the road. She went even faster than Wolfram.
Sherri unbuckled and was thrown violently to the side on one of her turns. "Indigo!" She screamed, holding up her wrist. "I think I have a bomb!"
Indigo's eyes widened. Sherri fell back into a seat, buckling herself in. A different seat.
"No, not a bomb. But the Pure are probably tracking us right now. Frosty, we have a problem. The redheaded cat shifter girl, that short one," -Sherri cringed at this- "has a EB tracking device on her wrist from the Pure base. The kind that prevents you from shifting. What should I do with her?"
Do with her? That didn't sound good. Were they going to throw her out of the van? At this speed? No, Sherri thought.

"Get it off," Frosty said, as of it was that simple. "Or, you know, you could chop off her hand, if you can't figure that out." He added sarcastically.

"Are there crowbars in this van? Or you know, other stuff? I am not familiar with driving in this fashion," Indigo replied, driving at 80 mph.

Bleddyn was seriously torn between banging out the nearest window window to hang her head out in the extreme wind current created by Indigo's exihilarating road rage or gnawing Sherri's arm off.
"I have a pocket knife...no, shoot, nevermind, I'm wearing Jenna's pants." Bleddyn's face fell as her offer backfired, but then she set about flipping open various compartments in the van's walls. "There's got to be something in here."

 

[Amer]

Bleddyn was seriously torn between banging out the nearest window window to hang her head out in the extreme wind current created by Indigo's exihilarating road rage or gnawing Sherri's arm off.
"I have a pocket knife...no, shoot, nevermind, I'm wearing Jenna's pants." Bleddyn's face fell as her offer backfired, but then she set about flipping open various compartments in the van's walls. "There's got to be something in here."

"Yeah this thing is full of weapons," Indigo bragged. "It also can self destruct, destroying them. Pretty neat, huh? Probably some kind of... melter thingy. Or Jaws of Life."
Sherri squirmed.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"Yeah this thing is full of weapons," Indigo bragged. "It also can self destruct, destroying them. Pretty neat, huh? Probably some kind of... melter thingy. Or Jaws of Life."
Sherri squirmed.

Bleddyn's fingers caught something metallic and she triumphantly brandished a can opener.
"Hey Sherri, gimme your arm," Bleddyn demanded brightly.

 

[Amer]

Bleddyn's fingers caught something metallic and she triumphantly brandished a can opener.
"Hey Sherri, gimme your arm," Bleddyn demanded brightly.

Sherri's eyes widened and she offered her arm, looking away. "What kind of scary gadget is that?" She asked.
Indigo glanced at the rear-view mirror and laughed. "Can-opener."
Sherri peeked one eye open and examined the can-opener with scrutiny, then blushed. "Oh."

 

[HeavensHens88]

Sherri's eyes widened and she offered her arm, looking away. "What kind of scary gadget is that?" She asked.
Indigo glanced at the rear-view mirror and laughed. "Can-opener."
Sherri peeked and studied the can-opener carefully, then blushed. "Oh."

"Super old-fashioned and outdated thing, but just maybe..."
Bleddyn began hacking away at Sherri's bracelet at all sorts of angles. She clamped the tool's teethed gears around it and squeezed it shut with all her might. That original tactic soon failing, Bleddyn rebelled from useless normality and took to whacking the offending accessory for a bit.

Over time, the valiant can-opener slowly became warped and significantly less uniform.
Yet, having sustained minimal dents, the obtrusive device remained intact through it all.

"Well, Sherri, this fine thing appears to be a can't-opener."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Toby turned the radio on, and flipped through stations. All he was finding was talk shows, and he was getting annoyed. "Dig in my backpack and pull out my cord and iPod, please." He asked, and then realized he was talking to a chicken with no hands. "Erm, never mind." Finally finding a song, he drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel in time to the music. "Ok chicken, those directions would be pretty useful right about now."

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After the body burned until it was no longer recognizable, Jessi stomped the fire out, destroying the body even more. She shifted back into her human form and got dressed, then walked back towards Virio and Brisa. "That takes care of that guy." She looked around. "I'm getting really worried about the others. You don't think something bad happened, do you?" She asked. Hopefully they just hit all the red lights on the way here. She thought, looking around for any sign of them.

 

[Thing2]

Virio took her hand, shaking it politely before he responded "And I'm Virio. And don't worry about it, we all have something. Turning invisible and killing people in less than a second and eating a corpse in alternate form, what does it matter?" He turned to Brisa, allowing Jessi to go do what had to be done, giving her privacy in case she was self-conscious. Well, she didn't seem like the self-conscious type, but you could never be certain.

After the body burned until it was no longer recognizable, Jessi stomped the fire out, destroying the body even more. She shifted back into her human form and got dressed, then walked back towards Virio and Brisa. "That takes care of that guy." She looked around. "I'm getting really worried about the others. You don't think something bad happened, do you?" She asked. Hopefully they just hit all the red lights on the way here. She thought, looking around for any sign of them.

Brisa had turned away from Jessi to give her privacy and for the obvious reason that she didn’t want to see her friend burn a body. At Jessi’s words she turned back around and glanced at the empty trail nervously. “I really hope not.” She replied, fidgeting with a strand of her loose hair, then gathering it into a high ponytail on the top of her head, shorter strands framing her face. She switched to heat vision, scanning the trees for distant warm shapes, but only seeing a jogger passing by on a nearby path, blissfully ignorant of the fear in her heart. “I don’t see anyone. What I wouldn’t give for Wolfram’s hearing right now.” She said, suddenly reminded of the troubled shifter’s absence in the video surveillance of River’s house. I hope they’re all okay. She thought, visions of her friends being tortured running through her mind, and she forced them away with a slight shake of her head. “The others need to get here soon, ‘cause that guy said we only had three hours to return the key. We need to make sure that River and the others are safe.”

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Brisa had turned away from Jessi to give her privacy and for the obvious reason that she didn’t want to see her friend burn a body. At Jessi’s words she turned back around and glanced at the empty trail nervously. “I really hope not.” She replied, fidgeting with a strand of her loose hair, then gathering it into a high ponytail on the top of her head, shorter strands framing her face. She switched to heat vision, scanning the trees for distant warm shapes, but only seeing a jogger passing by on a nearby path, blissfully ignorant of the fear in her heart. “I don’t see anyone. What I wouldn’t give for Wolfram’s hearing right now.” She said, suddenly reminded of the troubled shifter’s absence in the video surveillance of River’s house. I hope they’re all okay. She thought, visions of her friends being tortured running through her mind, and she forced them away with a slight shake of her head. “The others need to get here soon, ‘cause that guy said we only had three hours to return the key. We need to make sure that River and the others are safe.”

Virio found himself oblivious to what they spoke of, as he had little to no knowledge as to who these friends were, along with who the people the pair mentioned. However, the card...he had read about it in the phone somewhere...he cursed himself for leaving his backpack behind, albeit hidden in the outskirts of the woods in the brush. A refresher on said card of interest would've been appreciated. He scouted the area utilizing his heat vision, similarly finding no sight of anyone approaching, whether friend or fiend. Once his scouting was once more unfruitful, he leaned his back on a tree, impatiently awaiting the two girls' friend's arrival.