Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Tags: Dusty

She wasn't sure if she could answer his question, feeling her engine reach the max she felt it could go. She was hitting 250, and falling behind fast. She glanced up, seeing him fly ahead, feeling like she couldn't push on any harder, but kept her speed up. She tried one last time, feeling her engine start to strain, though knew that she had to push herself, this could be vital in a mission! She pushed harder, just scraping 260, and feeling somewhat happy, her brow deepened as she smirked. It became evident her engine was now whining, and her hood was heating up rapidly now, to which she gave a worried expression. She ignored this however, and pushed on, her tires finding traction easily enough.

He was extremely fast, and had greatly underestimated the speeds she often saw on the tv. She should have figured that she was no match! It was upon this moment she focused on the finish, feeling her engine go the max it could, its shakes and rattles filling her, her sense and need to win was great now, and nothing much mattered right now. She was free, there was nothing that could stop her now!! Though despite this, she gave a glance up to the plane.

"I reckon.... I may.... not quite be built for this!" She called up here, feeling her hood burn now, knowing she was overheating, but enjoying the competition too much too stop.... she was having fun, the most in a long time.... she didn't want to stop now.

[Alfor]

Aeris McMissile | Tags: Finn, Streak, Spray

Aeris looked up at Streak, wondering what the Dragon was going to suggest. He had no idea what to say at the moment considering multiple things were happening at once again, so he stayed quiet... as usual. The small Martin was the silent type... and for more multiple reasons... most he did not wish to remember.

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Thank you. Also I am back on tour tomorrow until Sunday morning, so posting will be slow again. Should have time tomorrow at some point, but not guaranteed.))

Miles Axlerod - Tags: Doc

"Ah yes... I see." Miles replied to both of the first parts. "I... must admit, I know the Piston Cup... but didn't realize you had won three in a row. Dirt racing too... sounds... uh, interesting. I had added a dirt course on my World Grand Prix in order to equalize the race... make it more fair so that the Formula 1 cars wouldn't simply run away with the races, so that blokes like your Lightning McQueen would stand a chance. I hadn't realized you had trained him on that." the Range Rover admitted. "I do know SOME of it, but never realized you were the one who trained him."

"It's not so much a secret as it is a mantra of mine... one I've repeated over and over until I've convinced myself of its truth. But who's to say if it really is? It's failed me throughout all of my life... including now. It's best left unsaid." Miles said in answer to the second part, being rather insistent on it.

"You're with the FBI?" Miles blinked. "I thought they had an age limit on their vehicles... no offense. Then again, I guess Finn isn't much younger than you are! Still... a battle? I didn't realize... North America had turned into a battleground for... I don't even know what this is!" he stated, looking around him as the light faded from the sky. It was sobering... to see all of this... sobering... and a little unnerving. "So you were at some conference... got attacked and... got the scar..." He trailed off here as he saw... a car looking at him from behind a building. Narrowing his eyes... he tried to see better in the fading light. That bloke... looked familiar... but it couldn't be... right? Not possible! He couldn't have traveled all the way here! And how had he managed to track him! Before he could confirm anything, the car vanished around the corner of the building and was out of sight. "That's... not possible..." he whispered to himself, but couldn't really be sure of what he saw, though he looked spooked all the same.

Dusty - Tags: Shadow

Dusty could hear her starting to struggle now, and figured she wasn't built for these kinds of speeds. He started to throttle back now, dropping to around 270 to make it a bit more fair. "Uh... you know what? We don't HAVE to finish as if it's a race! We could both finish together!" he suggested, knowing he was built in a different way than cars were. Planes were just faster than cars... it was a way of the world. "Come on! I don't want you blowing your engine over this! No need to race! We could finish together! As a team! I'm competitive... but not to the point where others get hurt! I wouldn't want that to happen to you after all!"

He looked back, trying to see where she was. "You doing OK? I really don't want to add you as another casualty of today so... let's not do that, OK?" he asked in a sympathetic tone of voice.

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - Miles

Doc nodded at the response. "I did. And adding a dirt track to that race...I will admit, seeing that Italian racer struggling on it was quite amusing." He replied with a bit of a chuckle. Then he became serious. "But yeah, I do work for the FBI. They insisted on it, since I saw one of the attackers at the conference. I can't remember much else though because my memories of the attack are fuzzy still."

He then noticed Miles trail off. "Something wrong?" Doc asked, noticing the spooked look on his face.

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Tags: Dusty

Her engine was now starting to whine a little less as she voluntarily slowed down, the heat that emanated from it was something that perhaps she would be concerned for, though was surprised when the plane expressed concern. She was so used to having to look out for herself, the life of an agent was a lonely one, only really other agents to look out for you..... Yet here was Dusty.... making sure she was ok?? The thought made her miss a gear slightly, causing her engine to make a loud noise, making her jump from her thoughts, before she corrected herself, pushing herself onward. She pressed quickly on, trying to draw underneath him.

"Heh, i wouldn't worry about me! I'm trained under one of the worlds best agents... you can throw anything at me!" She gloated slightly, a smirk appearing on her face. She saw the finish in sight, and gave herself one final surge, feeling the competitive streak emerge once again. She wanted to beat this plane..... despite him naturally being faster.... and him already winning..... It became a quick conclusion that she wouldn't win, however, she was enjoying herself to much to care.

[Dusty Crophopper]

Miles - Tags: Doc

Despite the fact he was in his current predicament, Miles couldn't suppress the smile that spread across his features, and uttered out a little chuckle as well, finding it actually good to just unwind and relax a tad. "Haha!" He laughed. "Yes! Yes it was rather amusing, wasn't it? That's precisely why I designed it that way! I knew the F1 cars would have the advantages on the straightaways, and I wanted to throw in an X factor so to speak, so I chose the dirt track, knowing numerous competitors that had accepted my invite did dirt racing too! I KNEW those F1 cars would all go crazy on that section of the track! It was entertaining and provided for good racing! Fair racing I think."

"Hmmm..." He said thoughtfully to Doc's telling him about his memory being fuzzy about the attack. "Funny... mine's sort of the same way regarding my recent one... and it only happened today!" he pointed out.

He nodded back behind Doc, to where he'd seen that onlooker. "I just... I could've sworn... I must be seeing things. I could've SWORN there was a car looking at me from around the corner of that building... but... his face... he LOOKED like one of the cars that attacked me today!" Miles insisted. "But that can't be! That was in the UK! How could he be here?" he asked, aghast. "I must be losing my mind or seeing things in the gathering darkness... he can't be here... he just can't be! How could he even track me or know where I was going? He could he even GET into the prison for that matter?"

Dusty - Tags: Shadow

"Well... I AM worried about you..." He said softly, but probably not loudly enough that she could hear. She seemed up for the challenge, but not up to beating him... he was clearly maintaining his lead, so he began throttling back even more, beginning to back off the torque so he could pull even with her. "Tell you what! We'll finish together! How does that sound?" he asked, smiling as he flew alongside and above her. He descended rapidly, pulling off a sudden dive to come in hard and skim the ground to be right beside her as they got closer... nearing the town as they both pushed it.

As Dusty edged out slightly ahead, he couldn't tell who finished in front of whom, but as he roared into town, gaining altitude a little, he felt the thrill of the finish, and let out an exhilarated "Wooooooo!" He climbed and performed a loop, zooming over her and lowering his gear to come in for a landing. Bumping down, his tires squealed as he braked hard, since he'd come in a little too fast, and barreled towards the end of the runway, turning off at the last minute and smiling back at her. "That was great! YOU were great! Did you have fun?" he asked, cutting his engine as his propeller began spinning slower and slower as he taxied over to her. "I just... I'm so glad we did that! There's nothing better than racing, especially when it's just for fun and the stress is removed!"

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - Miles Axlerod

Doc flat out laughed at Miles's explanation of how the F1 racers would react. "I saw that with that Italian racer! I've never seen anyone travel that slow on dirt, ever. I will admit, I found myself wondering how he made it through in one piece. And as for making it fair racing, I will admit, you might have done something right with that after all." He then became serious. "But don't think that changes my opinion of you."

Then, he realized what Miles had said about being attacked as well. "Really? That is rather odd...especially considering you were attacked only today."

Looking back at where Miles was staring, Doc frowned a bit. One of this car's attackers, here? He decided to take the chance and creep up to see if anyone was there. "Stay here, or stay close to me, whichever will make you feel safer. If your attacker is here, I don't want you to be left alone." Doc said as he glanced at Miles with one of his blue eyes.

Hoping the Range Rover would have the sense to stay behind him at all times, Doc began to approach the building Miles had gestured to. It wasn't easy to keep his engine silent, considering he was a former racer himself, but he managed to do just that anyway. He brought out his submachine gun from his left side, prepared for whatever was on the other side. Doc knew that the FBI had trained him to fight back, but he wasn't sure if this car Miles had mentioned was even within his abilities to handle. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry. Besides, he had a funny feeling that the security detail wouldn't be enough if this car was actually here...

[Dusty Crophopper]

Miles - Tags: Doc

"Haha! Yes! I know! It was rather good, wasn't it? And I know right? I'm surprised he didn't crash!" Miles said, eyes wide here at it all. "And well... thank you..." But his face fell again when Doc said it didn't change his opinion of him. "Well... you know... I WAS a pretty decent car before the whole Allinol scandal... I wasn't... always like that you know? Wasn't always wearing a mask... hiding my real self... manipulating others... I was... pretty much who you saw me as DURING Allinol without the you know... evil plot." he said here meekly.

When Doc suggested going to have a look for himself, Miles was more than happy to sit back... but as Doc began edging towards the building... despite having three agents surrounding him, Miles felt... vulnerable. He wanted to see this car for himself... confront him even if he was there. So he drove forward now, following after Doc, his guards moving to keep up. "Uh..." Miles didn't dare say anything further though... he had no idea what was around that corner...

But as Doc moved first, gun at the ready... he could see... nothing. Just a few vehicles moving about, getting aid or otherwise chatting away in the night as they drove someplace. No shady looking car or suspicious looking attacker to be seen. "Well?" Miles whispered from behind him.

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - Tag: Miles

Doc blinked, surprised there was no one there. He sighed as he put his gun away. "It looks like whomever you saw fled." He said as he faced Miles. "But that aside, why did you do it? The Allinol scam I mean. I know it was about the oil and profits, but didn't you feel bad about what you were doing?" Doc was now beginning to see a side of Miles he hadn't expected to see. Even when talking about racing, he could get the feeling he wasn't that bad a car. Miles had even said he wanted to make things fair when the racers had been in the Tokyo races.

"I don't really understand why a car like yourself, who had everything going for him, would try and discredit the alternative fuel business. And because of that, your life was ruined. Why?" Doc asked again. He had heard about it from the FBI during his training, but he had assumed Miles wasn't a car capable of regret or forgiveness. But from what he was seeing, and just being around him, it appeared he was wrong in many ways. "Normally I don't judge others on one side of the story, being a doctor and all. But this time I did, and all because of my closeness to Lightning. I let my judgement get the better of me this time..." Doc admitted at last. "I may not be willing to trust you, but I can clearly see you are not what I thought you were."

He hated to admit he was wrong, especially to a convicted criminal like Miles, but he didn't seem all that bad when things were considered, namely the fact he hadn't exactly tried to kill Lightning himself. Sure he may have ordered it, but Doc had the feeling that the one to truly blame was that small German car because he had developed the camera. "One question though. Who was the small German car that developed that camera weapon? If anyone should be to blame for killing Lightning, it's him." Doc growled as his engine revved a bit in anger. The thought of someone trying to kill the red racecar made him madder than he expected, but then again, he WAS closer to the kid than he should have been...

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Tags: Dusty

Shadow smirked as he flew above and next to her, suggesting they finish at the same time. She couldn't argue with this! She simply wasn't built for his type of speeds. That's why they got planes to do certain missions, not cars! She nodded her hood, pushing herself on as she saw the approach of the town, the roar of her engine echoing out. She let out a laugh, watching his loop with amusement, instinctively ducking a little as he came in above her, slamming on her brakes quickly as they both raced toward the end of the runway, Shadow's tires locked in place as she felt her back try to slide out, getting a hand on it quickly.

She let out an exhilarated laugh, before she stay dormant for a moment, catching her breath back, a wide grin on her face. "That was brilliant! I've not felt like that in a long long time!!" She said here excitedly, managing to push herself up a little. "Incredible, i can see why you do it!!" She added, before focusing on getting her breath back. She slumped for a small moment, another spark of laughter erupting from her, feeling her engine physically relax and almost separate a little as it tried to recover from its strain. She cut her engine, giving Dusty another grin.

"We NEED to do that again....at some point! It's been so long since i've felt.... free!" She stated here, another laugh. It was here that she noted that Finn, Spray and the Hornet had now gathered round another figure..... "Oh no...." Shadow muttered, her frown deepening, her breathing still a little hard. She had a personal disdain for the Rover that had now arrived that she could see, and knew better than to go charging in to put him straight. Besides, Finn would hang her hood if she just charged in.