CMO 2018 EDITION

[eonflamewing]

I am, once again, in hell.
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[dcityrock]

[ Who even gives a crap about correcting this singularity? A beach is for parties—and sex—and she’s not getting either with a dearth of hot boys in swimsuits (the women are nice, but they’re more her sister’s thing, so).

But a contest is a contest and Panty hates losing even if she doesn’t care much for the prize, or the stakes involved—or any of this, really. But the sooner they get this over with, the sooner they can go ahead and enjoy the beach properly. So when her designated partner for the event finally walks up to her racecar, the automobile See Through, she takes one look at him and scoffs in distaste.

Ugh. She’s not gonna question the Master’s orders, but really? Him? ]

Are you gonna fucking get in, or what? The race starts in a few.

looks good!

[gottwaffe]

[ She's talking to a man, but unfortunately he's not in a swimsuit. Though he did dress down for the event from all his angelic finery, so maybe that's some relative accommodation - a red shirt patterened with flowers in what might have been a Hawaiian print, but on closer inspection those flowers are probably blood prints.

It remains the greatest mystery about why they're paired together, but perhaps as the most prickly of celestials, it was destined. A shame he can't just take a knife out and shank her. A shame, really. ]

Of course I am. I said I wouldn't be late.

[ He's not late, technically. There's still a few minutes, so he'll stand by the side of the driver's seat. ]

Are you sure you want to drive? I can drive, you know.

[ Avenger tilts his head to one side, touching a finger to his chin. ]

[dcityrock]

[ But is he gonna show her his dick? Yep, didn’t think so—therefore he doesn’t count. At least the bloody flower prints or whatever they are don’t faze her—they’re tacky as hell, sure, but no one’s gonna see them through See Through, ironically enough. Especially not when she’s an Archer and can just shoot at their opponents from behind the wheel. Speaking of— ]

Get real, you dweeb. I can shoot and drive just fine! Besides, this is my Noble Phantasm!

[gottwaffe]

[ The bigger question is, does he have a dick?

The important questions.

He lets his gaze lift from her to regard the gaudy pink automobile before him, modulates his expression to be a tad more surprised - and a lot more infuriating. ]

Really? I'd thought it would have been a bit more tasteful.

[ But anyway. He moves to occupy the passenger's seat without further protest, projecting a glass dagger into one hand - red, of course. ]

I'll guard us from behind, then.

[dcityrock]

[ Don’t test her— ]

Ugh, whatever. [ She certainly hasn’t bothered to hide her own irritation at his response. That dickless jackass Avenger thinks he’s such hot shit— ]

You’d better not fuck this up. [ That’s the only warning he’s going to get as the starting gun fires and she floors the accelerator, and See Through rips ahead of the competition at full speed, swerving crazily throughout the racecourse at a pace that might very well have sent a regular human being flying through the windshield, seatbelt or no seatbelt.

Archer’s always been kind of a reckless driver. ]

[gottwaffe]

[ There's probably something very foolish to say about poking the bear repeatedly, but Avenger has never really been one to heed his own safety. If anything, the hurt makes him stronger.

It still doesn't prepare him for the sheer speed that Archer launches them into the roads at, though - he manages to not get himself thrown out of the car by latching onto the railings with a death grip, but just. ]

Same for you. If we hit something, we're more than toast.

[ Good thing he doesn't have a hat or he'd definitely have lost it. Still, he tries to smoothen down the front of his shirt, turning back to watch the other cars trying to gain on them.

They have a pretty good lead now, so if anyone comes up he can probably just throw fireballs at them. Right? ]

[dcityrock]

Fuck it! The only thing we’re hitting is the finish line! [ No she’s definitely unconcerned at the speeds they’re going, or at the way she veers sharply from corner to corner—it’s just as well that there aren’t any fragile occupants in this car, else they’d get something worse than whiplash for their troubles.

But who cares about any of that right now? They’re here to win! And a quick glimpse at the rearview mirror tells her that one car has managed to slip past the rest and is quickly gaining on them. After all, there are more than a few quick-based Servants in this race, and plenty of them are Riders to boot.

She’s not going to complain about the fireballs, just saying. They might be a bit harder to aim with her shitty driving skills is all. ]