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The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
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Post by Override on Oct 11, 2009 18:46:28 GMT -5
"You keep driving the same road over and over," Override observes as she's pushed back up. She grunts, swerves down again, and makes contact, falling off the wall and landing, upside down, on top of Swerve. She doesn't stay there long, however, using the momentum of her fall to push herself over entirely, letting her roll off the other racer and landing, heavily, on her translucent tires.
"Find a new stretch of track!" she taunts as she begins to pull ahead.
OOC: Contact and rolling over Swerve done with permission.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 14, 2009 20:10:01 GMT -5
Swerve, not in the least pleased at being used for a dismount, veers sharply to the right to take a swipe at Override as she starts accelerating.
"I'll think about it when you stop retreading that old tire!" he shouts back. On and on about the blasted door not being closed because it wasn't locked! He's never been so angry he shot flames from his pipes, but he's pretty close to it.
Especially since he can't squeeze any more speed from his systems. He's already redlining his gauges – thermostat gave up a while back there – and no matter how he strains, once she pulls ahead, he won't catch her up on his own tires. It isn't even keeping ahead of her, not now; it's just staying in the race. Reaching the finish. Surviving. And leaving his mark while he's at it.
"Cyber Key Power!" But when the key locks in and that weird sensation crawls along his relays, he doesn't immediately deploy his cannon barrels. He hits the booster engine instead, aiming to ram Override's rear quarter panel using the extra momentum.
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Override
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The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
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Post by Override on Oct 14, 2009 21:18:44 GMT -5
Override snorts dismissively and answers, "Whatever." It's a reply Swerve should know well, given how many times he's used it himself!
While she's starting to pull ahead, she hasn't gotten quite far enough to avoid that sudden, boosted ram. Her rear left fin is dented in the side, and the impact starts to send her turning. Rather than lose control, however, she uses the movement to help her slide through a gentle bend - by the time she's through it, she barely needs to straighten to keep moving forward.
"Great moves, slow poke!" her tone is simultaneously taunting and approving. She means what she says - by her standards, he is slow, but skill is important in racing, too, and she finds herself impressed with the skill displayed.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 16, 2009 12:49:34 GMT -5
"Slow poke?!" The taunt sounds like a backhanded compliment even to Swerve, but that's the only sort of compliment handed out in his usual circles. He snaps off a few curses in spite of recognising the tone behind the words.
Nonetheless, there's a different edge to the roar of his engine as he throttles the last bit of thrust from his booster coming out of the bend, aiming not to pass, but to broadside Override from the inside of the curve; it's almost like a grin.
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Override
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The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
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Post by Override on Oct 17, 2009 21:55:56 GMT -5
Override has already pegged Swerve as the aggressive racer type. Good! She's already moving as he goes to broadside her, pulling away and ahead. It seems she isn't fast enough, however, as Swerve does catch the inside rear end, near her fin.
At least, it seems that way at first, but the speed with which she bounces away seems to suggest that she stayed there on purpose. Then she swings back in, attempting to return the tap, though she puts no force into it. If the strike hits, it should do no more than minimal damage.
No more than a particularly forceful pat on the back, really.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 25, 2009 16:48:29 GMT -5
Swerve understood Override's verbal encouragement well enough. He misinterprets the contact, though.
"What're you gettin' at?!" he demands even as he starts to fall back, friction overcoming inertia and waning thrust. "Hit like you mean it or don't fraggin' do it at all!" And still, even through that sour note, there's a viciously happy tenor to his voice and the keen of his engine. He's only enjoyed himself like this a few times since he arrived – so few times, in fact, he can count them on one hand and have fingers left over – but he can add this to the list. He doesn't even care that he's losing ground.
Bringing up the rear makes it easier to aim.
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The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
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Post by Override on Oct 25, 2009 22:36:24 GMT -5
"Hey, if that's the way you like it," Override answers, teasing grin heavy in her voice. With that, she steers away, then towards Swerve - hard - before trying to use the contact to bounce forward, off of him.
Hey, this training room's supposed to allow stuff like that, right?
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Post by Swerve on Oct 31, 2009 15:43:22 GMT -5
Swerve meets Override with a laugh, turning into the impact even though he can't push himself any faster, trying to shove back with all the torque he can muster.
"That's more like it!" he cries, humming down to his chassis with the rush of the moment as his cannon barrels swing forward. Override's slinging ahead after that last hit and he aims low along her side, looking to score that bright panelling from fender to fender.
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The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
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Post by Override on Oct 31, 2009 20:28:15 GMT -5
"Youwch!" Override exclaims as the shot hits her in her wide rear end, though, thanks to a quick veering and acceleration, the blast doesn't scar quite so far as it was meant to. "Yeah, it figures you like it rough," she laughs back as she pulls ahead, moving back and forth across the roadway to make herself a harder target. There's really no other option, as her guns only fire forward in vehicle mode!
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Post by Swerve on Nov 3, 2009 20:04:31 GMT -5
"Rough?" Swerve calls back incredulously, for once not living to his name and holding the straight course. "You call this rough?" He laughs again, scornful and raucous; it's a savage noise accompanied by a longer volley of cannon fire. "Must be some kinda weekend cruise topside if this is what racers call rough now!" Or maybe Swerve has always played a little too hard.
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Post by Override on Nov 4, 2009 9:06:12 GMT -5
Override snort, moving back and forth to make herself as poor a target as she can, though some blasts still land. She pulls hard into a turn, and now becomes a much easier target as she positions herself to smash Swerve off the road should he try to take advantage of the momentary slowdown.
"Please! Just because I'm more interested in crossing the finish line first than keeping others from doing it at all doesn't mean I can't handle the other sort!"
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Post by Swerve on Nov 7, 2009 11:49:07 GMT -5
Swerve strains to maintain his speed, taking his shots when Override crosses in front.
"You can handle it, huh?" It's music, that challenge; sweet music he'd almost forgotten, somewhere amid all the chaperoning and repairing and sitting watch after watch just to have something to do, how much he loved. When Override slows in the turn, Swerve shifts to put the loss of speed to good use – but not by passing. He veers straight for Override herself. "Prove it!" he roars happily, headlamps a little too bright.
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The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
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Post by Override on Nov 7, 2009 22:20:07 GMT -5
Override had been ready to smash into Swerve.
She doesn't let his change in direction alter her intentions.
After all, she's the more massive race car here - she's expecting Swerve will take more damage from the impact than she will. Even so, she does veer a bit, attempting to force Swerve's headlong rush into more of a sideswipe, whether she wills it or not. Either way, though the damage to her side is impressive as a large portion collapses in, shattering glass and ripping metal, it doesn't stop her from rolling forward, almost as if she angled the impact in such a way as to avoid taking show-stopping damage.
"Prove it? Boy, I'm proven!"
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Post by Swerve on Nov 11, 2009 22:51:01 GMT -5
"Not in my book you aren't, missy!" Swerve jeers back, "Not like this!" He's enraged and amused all at once even as he takes a drastic drop in speed after the collision; he's lost that headlamp, his hood is buckled along the vents and crumpled in onto itself at the leading edge, the fender is a twisted nightmare that's snagging and biting into his tire, some of the welds on the exhaust pipes have given way again, and he can already tell that shoulder's going to jam the next time he transforms. And he doesn't really care. His windscreen is webbed with cracks and he's only barely keeping himself on the road and he can't imagine feeling much better than he does in this instant.
There's no taking first now, not like this. But that's fine – as long as he survives, it's fine. He'll keep pushing, keep fighting, keep driving until something blows out entirely because the rush is worth every twinge and knock and painful rattle in his engine.
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The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
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Post by Override on Nov 12, 2009 8:02:05 GMT -5
"Looks like my proof is hurting you more than it is me!" Override exclaims back, tone amused, friendly taunting. Despite her damages, she begins to pull away quickly, effortlessly, just to show she could still win this through speed alone, had tht been her goal.
And then, without warning, she drops speed, taps the break, and swinging her rear out into Swerve's path - and it would appear, into him, if she can.
"But have it your way!" she calls out happily.
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