Hey, remember that time I nearly ran you over? I just did.

crovwolta:

fantisme-imagination:

crovwolta:

oh, nowv you remember it?

Lucy: Haruka’s the name of my Vespa. My chainsaw’s name is Himeko.

You oughtta start a group of genuine greasers. I’d love to see somethin’ like that.

you named your vwespa? huh. i shoulda thought of naming my cars and motorcycle. vwell, too late nowv.

ivwe tried, ovwer and ovwer, but vwe greasers are either rare nowvadays or vwe make flimsy plans vwhen it comes to being around other greasers. its vwery frustrating.

Lucy: It’s never to late to name your vehicles. If ya love something, it needs an identity, right?

I could dress as a greaser and join your group if you ever make one.

Hey, remember that time I nearly ran you over? I just did.

crovwolta:

fantisme-imagination:

crovwolta:

oh, nowv you remember it?

Lucy: Sorry bro, but it was important business. Besides Haruka goes where she wants. I don’t control her, I just guide her.

So, was this greaser some kinda time traveler?

haruka? did you name that little devwice you go around in, or is that actually someone?

he sorta vwas. temporarily. but you dont see many genuine greasers vwho aint old geezers nowv, so it vwas a real sight to see and a svwell chance to meet him.

Lucy: Haruka’s the name of my Vespa. My chainsaw’s name is Himeko.

You oughtta start a group of genuine greasers. I’d love to see somethin’ like that.

Hey, remember that time I nearly ran you over? I just did.

crovwolta:

fantisme-imagination:

crovwolta:

oh, nowv you remember it?

Lucy: Oh yeh! And there was the one girl too, Kristine I think her name is. She wears that dark jacket all the time so when I passed by, the three of ya looked like some greaser gang.

yep, then vwere thinking of the same time. by the vway, you blewv my human disguise, because i turned back into a troll from the shock of you almost running me ovwer. nearly ruined vwhat little friendship i vwas trying to build vwith the other greaser.

Lucy: Sorry bro, but it was important business. Besides Haruka goes where she wants. I don’t control her, I just guide her.

So, was this greaser some kinda time traveler?

Hey, remember that time I nearly ran you over? I just did.

crovwolta:

fantisme-imagination:

crovwolta:

oh, nowv you remember it?

Lucy: Of course they had it coming. I mean, I understand of times are tough cause your a werewolf or some sort of half ghost, but if you are going to obtain a loan from a shady group and not pay ‘em back, you deserve to get you head sliced off by my chainsaw when they get mad.

i vwouldnt say head slicing vwas needed, but i guess thats expected from a shady group.

meanvwhile, if vwere talking about the same moment, i vwas trying to keep my human charade up vwhile around another greaser.

Lucy: Oh yeh! And there was the one girl too, Kristine I think her name is. She wears that dark jacket all the time so when I passed by, the three of ya looked like some greaser gang.

Hey, remember that time I nearly ran you over? I just did.

crovwolta:

fantisme-imagination:

crovwolta:

oh, nowv you remember it?

Lucy: Yee. I just remembered I’ve seen your face before. It was one hell of a face life lemme tell ya that. *laughs* Well at least getting hit by a scooter wouldn’t have hurt you… Too bad.

I think at the time I was chasin’ down this supernatural cause my client said they weren’t payin’ some sort of debt or whatever.

pretty sure it still vwouldvwe hurt me. it aint fun to get run ovwer, trust me, i knowv.

vwell if they vwerent paying some kind of debt, i think they had it coming?

Lucy: Of course they had it coming. I mean, I understand of times are touch cause your a werewolf or some sort of half ghost, but if you are going to obtain a loan from a shady group and not pay ‘em back, you deserve to get you head sliced off by my chainsaw when they get mad.

Hey, remember that time I nearly ran you over? I just did.

crovwolta:

oh, nowv you remember it?

Lucy: Yee. I just remembered I’ve seen your face before. It was one hell of a face life lemme tell ya that. *laughs* Well at least getting hit by a scooter wouldn’t have hurt you… Too bad.

I think at the time I was chasin’ down this supernatural cause my client said they weren’t payin’ some sort of debt or whatever.

Lucy was driving down the road on her vespa, searching for the location of one of her targets she was supposed to hunt down, but she had been driving for hours trying to find the place. She was a bit unfamiliar with the area, so with an audible, dramatic groan, she stopped her scooter in front of a random mansion and decided to ask who ever lived there for directions. She removed her helmet, walked up to the door and rapidly and impationtly knocked on the door.

crovwolta:

fantisme-imagination:

crovwolta:

Cronus heard the knock and shouted for one of his servants to get it. He didn’t want to face someone looking like he was. I might be one of his friends, after all. Alas, all the servants were cleaning up or off cooking/eating food in the kitchen, so he had to answer the door himself. The seadweller got up off the bed in one of the spare bedrooms on the main level, then opened the door.

"…oh. Uh, hey there."

"See, you should’a said it like that to begin with. I might’ve believed you the first time. I don’t know nothin’ about all that ‘dream bubble’ shinanigains." She looks at him more closley and fianlly notices his clothes. "Yo, I just noticed. What’s with your clothes? I mean, I know you into the whole 50’s thing but weren’t you dressed a bit more… rebelious?"

He sighs and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck when she points out his clothing. “Yeah, I’m dressed quite a bit more rebelliously normally. I’m. I’m being forced to vwear these types of clothes and I’m not too happy about it. I like my normal clothes a lot better.”

"I’d have to say, I like it better on you too. I mean, if it’s not obvious by my GTA character. " She looks his outfit up and down. "I’m glad your just being forced into it. For a second I though you turned into some huffy, snobby rich guy."

Lucy was driving down the road on her vespa, searching for the location of one of her targets she was supposed to hunt down, but she had been driving for hours trying to find the place. She was a bit unfamiliar with the area, so with an audible, dramatic groan, she stopped her scooter in front of a random mansion and decided to ask who ever lived there for directions. She removed her helmet, walked up to the door and rapidly and impationtly knocked on the door.

johnnybravwo:

fantisme-imagination:

crovwolta:

Cronus heard the knock and shouted for one of his servants to get it. He didn’t want to face someone looking like he was. I might be one of his friends, after all. Alas, all the servants were cleaning up or off cooking/eating food in the kitchen, so he had to answer the door himself. The seadweller got up off the bed in one of the spare bedrooms on the main level, then opened the door.

"…oh. Uh, hey there."

"Trust me dude, my job deals with strange and supernatural beings all the time. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, demons, fairies, aliens. You name it, but I’ve never heard anything like that. Are you sure you may not be talking about something that us earthlings would call virtual reality?"

"It vwasn’t vwirtual reality. I am a ghost alien vwho vwas in the afterlife. I vworked my vway outta the afterlife so I could be on Earth instead of the afterlife, vwhich vwe called dream bubbles instead of heavwen or hell or “the other side” or “the empty vwoid” or vwhatevwer.”

"See, you should’a said it like that to begin with. I might’ve believed you the first time. I don’t know nothin’ about all that ‘dream bubble’ shinanigains." She looks at him more closley and fianlly notices his clothes. "Yo, I just noticed. What’s with your clothes? I mean, I know you into the whole 50’s thing but weren’t you dressed a bit more… rebelious?"

Lucy was driving down the road on her vespa, searching for the location of one of her targets she was supposed to hunt down, but she had been driving for hours trying to find the place. She was a bit unfamiliar with the area, so with an audible, dramatic groan, she stopped her scooter in front of a random mansion and decided to ask who ever lived there for directions. She removed her helmet, walked up to the door and rapidly and impationtly knocked on the door.

johnnybravwo:

fantisme-imagination:

crovwolta:

Cronus heard the knock and shouted for one of his servants to get it. He didn’t want to face someone looking like he was. I might be one of his friends, after all. Alas, all the servants were cleaning up or off cooking/eating food in the kitchen, so he had to answer the door himself. The seadweller got up off the bed in one of the spare bedrooms on the main level, then opened the door.

"…oh. Uh, hey there."

"Let’s hope that the dude didn’t die in the house.That’s a bad omen," She wanders around the main room as she talks. "Also, if you don’t have a spaceship, how’d you get here? You don’t suppose I’m gonna believe you just appeared here."

"He didn’t. He died at a buddy’s house, so it’s alright. If he ends up haunting me I’ll just tell him I’m a ghost too so he’ll buzz off."

The highblood thought for a moment, wondering if she would even believe the truth. Well, it was worth a shot.

"I’m dead so I used to be in these things called dream bubbles, vwhere evwerything around me vwas based on the memories of me and my friends. But I decided to split and after a vwery long time of vworking a fewv things out and probably breaking a fewv multivwerse lawvs, I ended up on Earth. But I’m still dead. That’s vwhy I got the vwhite eyes."

"Trust me dude, my job deals with strange and supernatural beings all the time. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, demons, fairies, aliens. You name it, but I’ve never heard anything like that. Are you sure you may not be talking about something that us earthlings would call virtual reality?"

Lucy was driving down the road on her vespa, searching for the location of one of her targets she was supposed to hunt down, but she had been driving for hours trying to find the place. She was a bit unfamiliar with the area, so with an audible, dramatic groan, she stopped her scooter in front of a random mansion and decided to ask who ever lived there for directions. She removed her helmet, walked up to the door and rapidly and impationtly knocked on the door.

johnnybravwo:

fantisme-imagination:

crovwolta:

Cronus heard the knock and shouted for one of his servants to get it. He didn’t want to face someone looking like he was. I might be one of his friends, after all. Alas, all the servants were cleaning up or off cooking/eating food in the kitchen, so he had to answer the door himself. The seadweller got up off the bed in one of the spare bedrooms on the main level, then opened the door.

"…oh. Uh, hey there."

"Let’s hope that the dude didn’t die in the house.That’s a bad omen," She wanders around the main room as she talks. "Also, if you don’t have a spaceship, how’d you get here? You don’t suppose I’m gonna believe you just appeared here."

"He didn’t. He died at a buddy’s house, so it’s alright. If he ends up haunting me I’ll just tell him I’m a ghost too so he’ll buzz off."

The highblood thought for a moment, wondering if she would even believe the truth. Well, it was worth a shot.

"I’m dead so I used to be in these things called dream bubbles, vwhere evwerything around me vwas based on the memories of me and my friends. But I decided to split and after a vwery long time of vworking a fewv things out and probably breaking a fewv multivwerse lawvs, I ended up on Earth. But I’m still dead. That’s vwhy I got the vwhite eyes."

She just stares, blank faced and dumbfounded. “Oooookay, I probably would’ve believed you more if you just said you appeared here.”

From that she wanders of to explore Cronus’ house.