[PRP] A Need for Speed (Cerpin & Mercer)

[Green Minuet]

When: Early evening
Where: Tincan Mechanics Motorcycle Show

There's something about being rich that goes hand-in-hand with driving fast.

 

[Green Minuet]

Mercer Entura

Surrounded by top of the line tech, as well as a few precious antiques, lowbloods and highbloods alike milled throughout the showroom. A small crowd gathered around the buffet table laughing and chatting, while many more concerned themselves with the objects of interest: the bikes.

There must have been fifty different bikes scattered around the showroom, each one cleaned and buffed until it shone. Walking past a 3rd Gen Zombie Punk Harley Dayvid, Mercer could see his reflection in one tailpipe almost as well as he could looking in a mirror. The rest of the bike was just as beautiful, sporting grooved handlebars, a titanium frame, and a custom-stitched leather seat—musclebeast hide no doubt. No where in sight was there a price tag. None of the bikes had them.

Mercer moved on, breezing past the next few bikes before coming to a stop. His mouth twisted at the bike in front of him. It looked unfamiliar, but... His eyes wandered over to a familiar logo, artfully hidden on the dashboard. His heart rushed. Hand on his hips, he folded over and then let out a whistle. “Wow! A triple inline thoroughbred.” He leaned a little lower, careful not to touch the frame. “With... what are those, TT side ports? Nice.”

The Concept X. A rare model and certainly not one he had expected to see tonight. That alone made the journey out worth it. He wondered how much Tincan Mechanics had paid to put that on display. Certainly no one lower than a blueblood could afford that kind of heavy-weight champion, and even then...

Standing up straight, Mercer rocked back on his heels.  

[Yamashii]

Cerpin needed a bike. A really awesome bike. Something that would be sure to impress after the disaster of his last motorcycle. And thus he had made the trek all the way to NHC in hopes of making it to see the latest model, the Concept X. It was pretty unlikely they'd unveil it tonight but on the off chance they did...

"It's here! Get outta the way-" The purpleblood pushed and shoved his way through the curious crowds. That machine was so badass and powerful looking, even Tevini would likely find it beautiful. And hopefully not yell at him too much for spending such a lavish amount of beetles on it. Coming to a stop in front of it, he grinned and took it all in.

Next to him, a shorter blueblood had a similar expression on his face. A fellow enthusiast.

Cerpin broke the ice. He liked the way the kid styled himself. A little flamboyant. A little rough around the edges. He could relate to that.

"I got a Yamaha Roadstar BMS Chopper back home myself, what about you? What are you riding?" Bragging just seemed to come with owning one of these monsters. Cerpin couldn't help it. He was sure the kid was just itching for a chance to talk about his own dream machine too.

Green Minuet

 

[Green Minuet]

Mercer Entura

A loud voice cut over the rumble of conversation, and Mercer looked up just in time to see a purpleblood push his way through the crowd. He braced to move, but the older troll came to a stop beside him. He wore an expression of rapture, eyes only for the bike in front of him. It was a feeling Mercer knew all too well. Still he had to wonder if it was the bike itself the stranger was enamoured with, or the implied price tag that came with it.

Returning his attention to the Concept X, Mercer gave it another look over. Only a few seconds passed when he heard the purpleblood speak. He looked up—it was an automatic reaction rather than motivated by any sense of curiosity or need to eavesdrop. The purpleblood was looking straight at him. It caught Mercer by surprise. Older trolls typically did not give anyone who was not eye level the time of night.

He looked over the purpleblood, evaluating him for a second time. He stood apart from the crowd in more ways than one, his gaudy clothes and rockabilly attitude a far cry from the more conservative buyers. The model he named too suggested that he had more than just beetles in his pockets.

“And you didn't ride it out here?” Mercer flashed the older troll a grin. “A modified Lanzer Stratos G34. Never tried two-wheels before. I thought this would be a good starting place.” The blueblood could not resist a little cheek.

Yamashii