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Post by BlacKnightZero on Sept 17, 2015 11:50:12 GMT
Alex sped off of the starting line at high speeds, moving forward and keeping some of the other racers in his sight. One thing he noticed was that scooter guy, Arete, left in the dust by everyone else. Alex expected that to happen, but it wasn't all that important. He chose to ignore Arete and keep moving forward.
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Post by Residisi on Sept 17, 2015 17:47:36 GMT
Paul quickly sped past most of the small fry in the race, surpassing Arete as he gazed at the peculiar African roads, which were dirty and muddy, slightly decreasing the speed of the vehicles riding on it. To his sides he could see the vast African wilderness, much more green than what he had expected. Various trees, bushes and a colorful variety of plants could be seen there. Paul didn't know much about Africa. He thought it was all one big savanna. The amount of gigantic trees there made him feel like an ant in a giant's playground.
"Well.....I'm not fast enough. I can't even see Camille right now....She's the one I should aim to beat!" He thought as he clenched the steering wheel with such pressure that it was almost as if wheel and man had become united. He grit his teeth and widened his eyes, staring at the road for any openings. He didn't blink once. "Most of the racers are just following the road, despite it being dirty and damaged. It makes up with its lack of speed by allowing the racers safe passage. No-one knows what's beyond this green field after all. Be it wild animals, or assassins. No-one knows. I doubt the other racers are so stupid to not realize the amount of destruction that has followed the race. They know something is up." He thought, as he started shifting gears and pressing buttons on his car, causing a strange, whirring noise to be heard from it as it suddenly received a large boost in speed.
"However...I want to be a "winner". However, why is the winner so famous as he does his deeds? Why is he so famous?!" Paul grinned as he started reaching his car's maximum velocity, slowly making his way through the other racers before he was by Alex's side. "A winner is famous because he takes chances, no matter how risky or suicidal they are! They don't take chances because they are unsure! They take chances because they are filled with determination!" Paul gave Alex a smirk as he started to lightly turn his wheel. "I am a "Winner"! Not a "Loser"! The winners make history. The losers are history!" In that moment, he abruptly steered his car past Alex, and left the road! He started speeding through the vast, African wilderness, his vehicle functioning perfectly even with all the grass around. Perhaps he had predicted the African soil's composition before leaving for South Africa, and had prepared in advance. "Sayonara!" Paul shouted as he sped through the African wilds. While his tactic seemed risky and needlessly dangerous due to the unseen mysteries lurking within the vast land beyond the road, it seemed successful so far, since he managed to avoid racers blocking him and was starting to surpass them one by one, with no-one to block his advance. The road had finally found its weakness.
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Post by Frozen on Sept 17, 2015 22:49:28 GMT
Paul is speeding past the trees, out of the road! He's left plenty of others in the dust, while he moves on through to the race! There's even a good chance that he'll make it to first pla-
"Sup." If Paul were to look to his side, he would see Marq's happy-go-lucky expression, driving up to his exact speed. "It looks like you got quite an interstin' plan cookin' here. Moving faster off the road that the other racers are afraid of for whatever reason, speeding past them in the process. But, something you didn't account for, you know..."
Marq changes his trajectory to lead himself to a tree after looking forward. Marq lets go of the handlebars and yells, "If you're gonna get all pumped like you are, then that'll just get me in the mood, too!" He practically ignites with a red aura as he approaches the tree, moving away from Paul to face it head on! His head makes contact with the tree, and it practically snaps in half! "HIYYAAAAH! Now I'm TOTALLY in the mood!" The top half of the tree comes crashing down! Hopefully, Paul can avoid it in time!
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Post by Jetsterjason on Sept 18, 2015 0:00:42 GMT
Chris was easily going past some of the other racers, staying in the top 5. The only reason he wasn't getting any further was that he didn't want to exhaust his fuel. He was saving it for later in the leg, so he could get farther. However, he was getting much too antsy after a while, so he pulled up the speed, clicked on Auto-pilot, and grinned. He stood on his bike, his feet balancing on the seat, before flipping and landing one-handed on the center of the handlebars, shooting past more racers till he was in third, behind the two that were off-road. "WHOOOHOO!" He cried, his legs making a V shape and his other arm facing straight out in front of him. He then did a tornado flip back onto the seat, before going back to manual. "Yeah, that was AWESOME!! WHO'S THE CHAMP!? I'M THE CHAMP!"
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Post by Speachbyte on Sept 18, 2015 2:16:37 GMT
It was around this point were Arete decided to cut the act. He then pushed himself once more but this time went at a strangely fast speed especially for a kick scooter. At this point he would be going somewhere around as fast as Alex. Arete glided down the road toward the rest of the competition now starting to catch up.
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Post by Residisi on Sept 18, 2015 15:09:44 GMT
Paul angrily grit his teeth at Marq's presence, enraged at the fact that someone was following his special route. Someone who was actually competent. He was even more pissed once he heard a loud noise, before seeing half of a tree about to fall on him. Was Marq trying to murder him or something? At first, his plan was to accelerate as fast as he could in order to avoid the tree and then take care of Marq. However, he grinned as he looked at the sky for a split second: The weather was clear and the Sun's rays irradiated the entire area. "It's morning..." Paul said as he stared at Marq with a cheeky grin. He then lowered his side window and placed his arm outside, before summoning El Dorado and raising the log with amazing speed and strength!
"MORNING WOOD!" Paul shouted as he threw the log towards Marq. What comes around goes around, after all. As soon as he did that, he quickly retracted his arm with his enhanced speed and accelerated as fast as he could, planning to leave Marq in the dust.
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Post by Frozen on Sept 18, 2015 21:54:49 GMT
Marq doesn't give a second glance until he hears the impact of the blow, and he quickly steers the the left to narrowly avoid getting crushed by the large tree trunk headed for him! Paul's stand launched the tree trunk back at me! Is he crazy?! He swerves around, not able to keep much balance, and narrowly avoids a tree, then another! "Aaahh! You bastard!" He cries, as he turns around to look at Paul after making sure his immediate course isn't to steer himself into another tree.
"You idiot! That coulda killed me, you know! It's not like I was aimin' at you or anything!"
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Post by BlacKnightZero on Sept 18, 2015 22:07:06 GMT
Trying to shake Arete, Alex followed Paul into the shortcut. He didn't want to get caught up with Paul and Marq's weird fight so he kept a low profile. It did confuse him how Arete was able to keep up, but it was probably a Stand power of some kind. Alex continued to drive along the route and stay ready for any threats that might pop up.
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Post by Speachbyte on Sept 19, 2015 0:43:25 GMT
Seeing Alex cut into the shortcut he made a turn to cut in as well, following him. "If I don't keep close to this guy, I won't be able to finish this leg of the race." He used this thought for motivation to keep up with Alex as he continued to follow him.
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Post by DeredereChan on Sept 19, 2015 3:21:35 GMT
Meanwhile...
"...What is this?" The frustration in Camille's voice was obvious. She was currently sitting atop her Vespa while it idled, leaning over the handlebars in an exasperated way, her eyes narrowed in frustration and disbelief. She had been following this road for a bit, idly going about her mission, when she had been forcibly stopped by the sight in front of her. A huge herd of African buffalo was making it's way across the road, preventing her from going any further on it. She looked to her left: the direction the buffalo were moving in. It didn't look like she would be able to pass them that way, they were moving at a decent pace. She looked to her right: the buffalo seemed to keep on coming, as though there was an infinite supply. Camille furrowed her eyebrows before angrily getting off of her bike. "I see how it is." With some effort, the girl picked up her Vespa, and she made her way to the edge of migrating buffalo. Coincidentally, a comically short buffalo was right in front of her. She took a deep breath before putting a foot on the buffalo, which made a grunt as it stopped moving, but didn't take any further action. Camille, happy with that result, put her other foot on top of the short buffalo to stand on it. Now with a footstool, she began to move across the herd by walking on top of the buffalo, with the animals grunting every time she put her feet down. The whole time, Camille had a terrible grimace that would make people think twice about getting involved with her. Finally, she made it to the other side of the herd, and the road was clear once more. She put down her Vespa and began her journey once more. She sighed as she began to pick up speed again. She hadn't seen many other racers on the road she was on; or to be more precise, she had seen nobody. Did that mean she was incredibly ahead? Terribly behind? Camille had no clue at all. She wondered what Marq and Paul were up to currently: they were probably having a grand old time racing together, helping each other out to ensure their mutual victory. Or something like that. |
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Post by Residisi on Sept 19, 2015 13:29:32 GMT
"Says the one who tried to drop a tree on me in the first place! You reap what you sow! Eat shit!" Paul shouted as he sped as fast as he could, leaving Marq behind thanks to the tree. "Great! Now I just need to keep driving at this pace and I'll-" Paul's mind was quickly tested as he saw a sudden herd of buffalo block his path! He abruptly stopped his car just an inch away from an angry buffalo's horn and cursed the peculiar creatures. "Goddamnit! Marq will certainly catch up to me like this! But there are no alternate paths....I'll have to wait until the herd goes away." And as he thought that, he suddenly saw a strange man running towards the buffalo. Someone he knew.
"W-Wait...It can't be...It's him!" Paul started biting his lip as he noticed that the man running towards the herd was the same one whom had surpassed him in the race before! An African man wearing strange clothes that resembled those of various Asian cultures, despite his heritage. He ran faster than a horse! "Simon Garfunkel! The one in 2nd place!" Paul thought as he saw Simon jump towards the large herd, using their own bodies as stepping stones to reach the other side! "Goddamnit!" Paul cursed, knowing that Simon would definitely surpass him like this, and the herd was seemingly endless. However, as Simon walked on the buffalo, one of them would seemingly become irritated at his presence and shake its body, blocking Simon's passage. Paul grinned as the buffalo Simon was standing on was about to send the man flying. After all, standing on a buffalo required a great deal of balance and skill, but an enraged buffalo was almost impossible to dominate.
"Yeah! Fall off that cow, asshole!" Paul shouted, hoping that Simon would fall down, reducing his chances of surpassing him. Paul's hopes were played with however, as Simon suddenly grabbed the buffalo and clenched its neck, causing it to moan and cry! The buffalo went crazy and started to ram its other companions, before speeding off towards the North, with Simon riding it! "I-Impossible! How the fuck do you ride a buffalo?!?" Paul asked himself, but he then realized that Simon's act had destabilized the herd, allowing him to pass through. "No time to think about this now! I have a race to win!" He said, as he accelerated as fast as he could to make up for the time lost, planning on reaching Simon.
"First, I take you down. Then, I beat Camille!"
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Post by Frozen on Sept 19, 2015 14:56:01 GMT
Marq is almost sure that Paul would have to stop at the group of buffalo, until he sees Simon climbing over the herd! No way! where did this guy come from?! Marq's Shockwave speeds up, barely catching up with Paul. Marq knows of a perfect way of making the most of this situation, to make both Paul and Simon slow down. "Alright, let's go!"
Marq's Shockwave practically jumps into the air, over Paul and the herd! It has a bumpy landing, but it managed to hold still! However, two things are happening now that are very peculiar. One thing is, Shockwave moves in such a way as to lean so far to the side that it goes under the buffalo and trips its hind legs with the handlebars! The other thing is even stranger... Marq isn't in the drivers seat!
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Post by Residisi on Sept 19, 2015 15:18:23 GMT
As the buffalo collapses, Simon quickly bounces off it and starts sprinting away at an insane speed, leaving Paul and Marq in the dust! In that moment, Paul notices that Marq isn't on his vehicle anymore, but he doesn't care. He grins and keeps driving, hoping to catch up with Simon.
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Post by DeredereChan on Sept 19, 2015 17:45:34 GMT
Camille, looking into her rear view mirror, notices an odd sight. She leans in closer the mirror, and she sees a... a person? Not in a car, or any sort of vehicle, but just sprinting towards her! What sort of crazy person would race like that? And not only that, but he was actually going VERY fast, fast enough that it looked like he would pass her. Gritting her teeth, Camille knew that she wouldn't let this guy go without a fight. She slams her foot down on the gas, hoping to approach her top speed. She then twists around to face the runner, her right hand resting over her right pocket, preparing herself to use either her Stand or her pistol, or possibly both. |
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Post by Jetsterjason on Sept 19, 2015 17:52:05 GMT
Chris drove across the road, content with his speed and pace, when a sudden herd of buffalo appeared. He instantly summoned LiT out of instinct, and LiT tried it's hardest to lift him clear over the herd. As he did so, Chris' back wheel was inches away from the top of the herd, and Chris was definitely worried one of the horns would pop his wheel. However, this was not the case, and cleared it before LiT collapsed, disappearing and letting Chris drive on. Chris was affected by the sudden fatigue of his Stand, but ignored it and moved on.
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