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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Who: Idols
Where: Vid Room
When: Day 53

[A vid room post for post-game stress relief if you're into that]

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[puzzlekeeper]

[ Just. Snorts. ]

Nobody's caught my attention yet. Maybe later.

[ And he's skipping the helmet because............. just because. It'll be fine?? RIP. ]

First to the finish in one piece, then?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Unless you have Henshin, you're putting on the fucking helmet. Hurricane's rules.

I don't give a shit if you mess up that fucking mop that you call hair.

[puzzlekeeper]

I have better than that, but—

[ Raising an eyebrow. ]

Hurricane's rules?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Ignoring the question for one of his own:]

What do you mean, better than that? What the fuck is better than fucking full-body mecha armor?

[puzzlekeeper]

Physical immortality...?

[ Said like: duh ]

I'm not talking about style, of course. Henshin still wins on that front.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Immortality, huh?

So no worries about dying on this little kiddie course?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Very dryly, ]

Having seen it in action recently, I don't have very many concerns about that, no.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then feel free to spare your fucking hair.

[Eye-roll]

First to make it across the finish line in one piece. You ready?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He's actually giving the helmet a thoughtful look... and then putting it on, because apparently Hurricane would want that?? A detail that may never be cleared up, whatever. ]

I'm ready.

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .?

[You made a fuss. And then you did it anyone when he said you didn't have to.

ARE YOU JUST BEING FUCKING CONTRARY ON PURPOSE?]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then get fucking ready!

[Race starting in 3...

2...]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ ... 1... GO!

It takes him a hesitant second to uh - figure out how to actually, accelerate? (He hadn't really considered this part before...) It's probably enough time for Intensity to dart ahead, at any rate, but when he does figure it out his bike is jerking ahead full speed. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Do you not know how to actually a bike? Jesus fucking---

...!!!

Okay, you know what? It's actually hard to steer one of these on a sheet of pure ice as Intensity takes the first turn wide. Way too wide, practically skidding before he regains control of the bike.

Glances back at King for only a second before--- well, what the fuck ever. FLOORS IT. Let's take advantage of this early lead]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ The advantage of being behind is - well, thanks for showing him what NOT to do. He turns more conservatively than he might have had he not just seen Intensity nearly wipe out, letting the skid on the ice compensate for the rest. It works, mostly; he hasn't fallen off yet! Go team.

He gives the next curve the next treatment, but his fortune starts to wane when he has to swerve to avoid a - what the FUCK was that? A snowblob? Stacks of snow with a face? Friendly snow rocks? He's from Ancient Egypt, he doesn't know what this shit is!!! - a whatever that was, the sudden jerking motion sending him skidding dangerously to the left. He manages to salvage it by dragging one booted foot across the ice to prevent himself from toppling.

Why the hell didn't they just pick card games???? ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[We're getting back to your roots, sir! Your roots. Explosive ice hockey and stabbings! Or maybe we're fast-forwarding to card games on motorcycles (which is also probably somehow Kaiba's fault).

Laughing out loud as King almost biffs it against a snowface]

Nice save, Your Excellency!

[Intensity seems more confident as they stay on a relatively straight path even if it requires dodging some snow-monsters. The part that he is less confident about is fast approaching though:

That.

Yes that. The part of the course with GAPING POOLS OF WATER in the middle of the track]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Don't call him out like this while he's distracted trying not to eat shit! Geez!

He dodges the next obstacle with less overcompensation, which is a step in the right direction. It's enough to embolden him to floor it, trying to catch up to Intensity. In fact, he's almost feeling smugly confident as the gap between them narrows, until...

What's that on the road ahead of them? Is that—

Oh, shit. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Does that immortality of yours protect you from hypothermia?

[Maybe Intensity would not lose so much of his lead if he didn't feel the need for verbal sparring in their race.

Just a thought]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ That's more than fine; the needling just sharpens King's ~*~dueling instincts~*~ and he turns his attention back to the matter at hand: kicking Intensity's ass. ]

Who knows? Probably better off than you either way!

[ He peels abruptly right to avoid the first crater in the road, adrenaline telling him to go faster faster faster. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Swerves to the other side of the crater, picking up speed as they reach the second one]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ First crater avoided (that really is freezing cold water in there, isn't it, how about fuck that-) and he's almost ready to stay the course to avoid the second when he looks beyond it - stalagmites... made of ice? Scattered in such a way that he'll almost certainly have to make an impossible turn to avoid them if he comes out on this side of the crater. Or, y'know, just get gruesomely impaled or something.

At the last second, he's zipping left.

Think fast, Mr. CEO! ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Are you trying to cut into his turf? This is his side of the course, Your Fucking Excellency.

So if you want in, you're going to have to challenge this guy to a game of motorcycle chicken because fuck if he's moving over to accommodate]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Is that a serious question? Of course he is.

He's not backing down, either - even if it means wheel rims are knocking together in a shower of sparks. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[You obnoxious pain in the ass... How can he possibly be more obnoxious than you.

Wait.

Maybe if he...

Who cares that they are hurtling across ice at speeds way too fast to react properly to--- well anything? Intensity removes his right hand from the handle bars of his own motorcycle so he can try to grab a hold of the left one of King's]

Want to be pulled along at my speed? You could have fucking asked.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Seriously? Seriously??

This is no longer Mario Kart, this is now The Asshole Olympics. ]

Funny you say that. If you wanted to have a bonding moment so badly, I would have been happy to oblige without all the theatrics!

[ With Intensity now having anchored himself to his bike - thanks for that - he's swerving sharply right again, officially dragging Intensity along with him. Open pool of water ahead, what open pool of water ahead? They'll be fine! ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Bold of you to assume this was ever anything but The Asshole Olympics]

Like you fucking know how to do anything without theatr--- ...???!



[Wait.

Are you for serious?]