[ Lucy's eyeroll is invisible under her helmet, but nonetheless manages to exude from her very aura nonetheless. It's largely an amused one. She's having fun, and explosion-guy over there is apparently just super competitive. It's not unusual in these races.
A few more obstacles go by; things to swerve around, and over, ramps to jet up. Lucy likes the open spaces the best, the stretches of the track where she can just soar through the open air and watch the neon city blur beneath her, wind racing over her exposed skin, nothing but wind and engines in her ears. Flying like this; it makes her feel free in a way she's never felt before.
She'll have to bring Musashi up here one day. If Musashi hasn't already taken part in these races, she'd love it.
Lucy spares half a second to contemplate the idea of messing with explosion-guy's board, but that's generally frowned upon in these races. What isn't against the rules is messing with her own bike, and it's easy to engage her neuro-gear to quickhack into it, removing the speed limiters it has in place. For the last minute or so, she's been trailing explosion-guy by a good dozen feet-- until her bike's glowing lines flare with a howl of the engine, shooting her forward to put her side by side with her opponent. ]
That hoverboard's not cool enough for you to be so cocky, choom.
[ Lucy's grinning under her helmet. Damn, maybe she should do this more often. ]
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A few more obstacles go by; things to swerve around, and over, ramps to jet up. Lucy likes the open spaces the best, the stretches of the track where she can just soar through the open air and watch the neon city blur beneath her, wind racing over her exposed skin, nothing but wind and engines in her ears. Flying like this; it makes her feel free in a way she's never felt before.
She'll have to bring Musashi up here one day. If Musashi hasn't already taken part in these races, she'd love it.
Lucy spares half a second to contemplate the idea of messing with explosion-guy's board, but that's generally frowned upon in these races. What isn't against the rules is messing with her own bike, and it's easy to engage her neuro-gear to quickhack into it, removing the speed limiters it has in place. For the last minute or so, she's been trailing explosion-guy by a good dozen feet-- until her bike's glowing lines flare with a howl of the engine, shooting her forward to put her side by side with her opponent. ]
That hoverboard's not cool enough for you to be so cocky, choom.
[ Lucy's grinning under her helmet. Damn, maybe she should do this more often. ]