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[aboyandhiscar]

Yo! Leave a PM for MOTORMUTT


((Private Inbox for Mike @ Ryslig! Text or audio is fine, as is playing out continuations from maxed out posts!))

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CB if option??

[kolus]

Silver Fox to Motor Mutt. Motor Mutt, you got your ears on?

totally!

[aboyandhiscar]

[It's been a hot minute since someone's contacted him on the radio, so imagine his surprise when that familiar old voice crackles through. He replies promptly though.]

--10-4, you're loud and clear. What's up?

[kolus]

Smokey at the gates sent me packing. 'Don't need any of it'! Baby Bones to protect them now. Local-yokels wouldn't know what they need if it hit them on the head! You believe this?

[aboyandhiscar]

Caught the show too, huh? Gonna be bad for business, heh. They're sending our types from the coast with their tails between their legs, s'little frustrating.

[kolus]

Not you, though. [ A chuckle. ] You keeping your head down? [ Or tearing up the town in that beast as they speak? ]

[aboyandhiscar]

Playing dead's not my style. If they want me, they can come find me.

[It helps that he trusts his little neighborhood, and he's got the option of looking human during the day. Werewolf bonuses! Then, a beat of static.]

You holding up from that mess?

1/2

[kolus]

--[ Static ]--

[ He's holding down the transmit button, the microphone hovering by his mouth. Lying is so natural, such ease to him now, he normally wouldn't think twice about it but... ]

2/2

[kolus]

You know, it's been hard... Hard to let these extraordinary relics go at such hauntingly good prices! The greatest collection of monster oddities on this side of the peninsula just got even bigger and I'm bringing the savings to you! Bavan, Vandare, Rota, Kulen; I'm goin' on tour!

[aboyandhiscar]

[The silence gets an eyebrow raise, and he wonders if he actually went through. But there Stan goes, and after another quiet moment, Mike's laughter crackles through.]

You know this isn't a broadcast, right? I'm the only audience, you don't gotta sell yourself. Just wanna make sure you're hanging in there. Met "Brother" Fox before all this, too.

[kolus]

Never know who's readin' the mail, Motor Mutt.

Brother Fox? [ The real Stanford...? ] Heh. Bet he was a ray of sunshine. He have a questionnaire ready for you?

[aboyandhiscar]

You know it. Barely even blinked at seeing blood and claws and junk. Being tough runs in the family or what?

[kolus]

[ He laughs. ] Yeah, guess you could say that. Dad was practically a cinderblock. Lead foot run in yours?

[aboyandhiscar]

[S-static, as he begins to reply without thinking. Recovering quick, it's his turn to flippantly avoid the topic.]

S'called Motorcity for a reason, who doesn't? Kinda wanna see your bro on a bike now.

[kolus]

[ He won’t pry but he noticed that. ]

Sixer? [ That’s a laugh. ] Unlikely! Not sayin’ he couldn’t handle it, just a bike ain’t his speed. I mean, the guy drove a Buick. You, uh… Know what one of those are? Buick Opal. They stopped bringin’ in imports and made their own. Thing drove like it was ten years old. Real easy to break into too. [ Wait, did he think that or- ] I used to, uh, lock my keys in all the time.

He might know how to drive one, though. He’s full of surprises these days.

[aboyandhiscar]

What do you take me for, Pop Fox? Those sorts are rickety, but they hold up. [Probably more of the Mama Boy's or Weekend Warrior's style, though, too old fashioned for Burners' tastes]

[He laughs to himself at Stan's slip up, but doesn't comment. Like Mike can really judge on that front.]

Yeah? Might have to ask him to show his stuff. Me, you, and your bro in a race. Not sure if I could win with double trouble on my tail.

[kolus]

[ Stan chuckles. Ford would probably hate that nickname. ] Yeah... That'd be somethin', [ he says wistfully. ] He's been pretty busy with his research. Probably for the better; if you can pry that journal from him long enough to race, you'll both be eatin my dust.

[aboyandhiscar]

That a challenge? Hows about I drag him over the next time we cross?

[Literally, he might just try to shove the arachne in his car and drive off.]

[kolus]

[ Oh, Mike. You underestimate what a stick in the mud Brother Fox can be. He can't imagine Ford having any interest in something so 'trivial' as a race, time 'wasted' that could be spent working. ]

You really think it'll be that easy, huh? Heh. Alright, Motor Mutt. [ Trying for the impossible here, kid. ]

At least you won't have to lose in front of an audience.

[aboyandhiscar]

[Even if he fails it makes for a good story. He laughs over the radio, genuine and excited to basically try and abduct an old man. I mean it's not like he hasn't done it before.]

There is that. You just wait, and eat those words.