Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

By that point in their lives, the dust-haired youth was honestly somewhat used to Alisia's purposeful disregard for whatever might have passed for his personal space. Chase was still flustered by more intimate contact, of course, like the feel of her tail-tips against the touch-sensitive insides of his legs, but he was also confident and self-aware enough to soldier through it with little more than a shy hint of a blush. Sky blue and metal grey spent most of the time focused on the roadmagic or no, when one rode what could be described, criminally oversimplified, as a tricked-out enchanted assault motorcycle moving at more than sixty meters per second, one paid attention to where they were goingand so he rather tragically missed the no-doubt beautiful sight of his Lady's hair in the turbulence of their little ride. Not that he particularly lamented missing such a chance in the first place, and certainly not with the feel of her moulded to his back as she was no matter how uptight he might be perceived to be, or how much of a stickler for propriety he tried to be, Chase Cadence was still a red-blooded young man, and riding a high-speed vehicle with a comely girl pressed against you through a pristine countryside numbered rather high on the number of scenarios most red-blooded young men would be able to die happy after experiencing. The sudden nuzzling caught him a little off-guard, but the driver of the pair simply smirked and let it slide after shifting backwards into her ever-so-slightly, able to see without even looking the transparently forced nonchalance she was trying to adopt. Let's see, he murmured mostly to himself, if I got any of my father's talent with these things. A Road Camelot Mechanized Cavalry Assault Courser, or Motored Cuirasser, was a fiendishly complicated hybrid creation, blending both Akasha from Cadence family magic and some of the best machine components available for manufacture. Each component was custom-tooled and each unit hand-built and crafted using a painstakingly assembled ceramic engine and enchanted aluminum frame. The end result was a beautifully sleek, ergonomic, and unbelievably responsive design of polished silvery-blue artisan craftsmanship that was, in fact, too high-specced for any normal person to be able to drive. It took a minimum of six months intensive training to be able to control a Cuirasser without overcompensating for a vehicle that reacted instantly to even the slightest shift in posture or position it was a common joke amongst Road Camelot agents that a Cuirasser knows where you're going before even you do, because the most butterfly-light touch could send one banking at a full hundred degree turn almost on a dime at speeds competitive with commercial racing the Mark II was a design seven generations outmoded without many of the handling improvements of the later editions in addition to its lower top speed, and few had ever been able to use one to the fullest aside from Chase's own father and Lucian's mother, who both held an instinctive and almost supernatural talent for riding such that one could claim they were born with a saddle between their legs. And Chase himself knocked one of these devilish road hazards up to its top speed, and started showing off. His right eye lit up with that cerulean vibrance, and the air shifted and spun around the Cuirasser to form a shell of silver-blue energy in the shape of aeroshell armor that the machines were named for, a design to reduce drag while deflecting projectiles and shunting aside any debris that might get in the way. Then, he pulled back on the handlebars to lift the whole assembly into a rear wheelie before flipping them around and throwing the engine into reverse, continuing on in the same direction they had before but moving backwards along the way hardly any slower. The boy restrained himself from barking out a yawp, but let an excited laugh loose as he felt the thrill of superiority that high-velocity action tended to induce. He repeated the same about-face to turn them right ways around, grinning like a lunatic, before taking a sharp right-angle turn to the left and letting the inertial dampening imbued into the frame do its job. Almost makes me wish I had a shock lance and a practice target! He exclaimed, zipping and whooshing back and forth along an imagined metropolitan street order and wondering if this was what his father and grandmother had felt in their days afield. Lucian's parents had retired and vanished before Chase was even born, but the boy supposed he could ask his father about the experience later. Then he paled a little on realizing just what it was he was doing. ... What do you want to bed our dads are less than pleased that we're doing this? He chuckled over his shoulder to his passenger taking one hand off the reins of their metal steed to pat her thigh. Something tells me mine's already got people out looking for us.