Mosaic City, located along China's coast, is quite large city sometimes called the Crossroads Between Nations due to its diverse population. While it was once a large tourist spot, the city was placed under a blockade as the military appeared claiming there was a radiation leak. The true hazard, however, is much more sinister.
The biker snorted as he pulled out the keys from the inner pockets of his jacket. Turning around and lifting his leg over to properly mount his motorcycle, the thunderous roar of his engine once more woke up pretty much everyone who was still asleep in the vicinity. Putting on the black helmet and securing it for his head, zipping up the black leather jacket, and taking off the support for the vehicle, Vice slowly began to roll out of the parking space.
"Before I forget though." Right before he was officially out of the parking lot, a question popped into the biker's head and with how things were going, there was probably no harm in asking it. "Who's your imaginary friend?"
Post by Tristan Carter on Mar 1, 2014 21:02:12 GMT -5
Imaginary friend? Was that what Persona were generally called near normal folks? Well... I suppose it fits... Tristan tried to focus more on the question than that, to no avail. Oh well. "My imaginary friend, huh? That's what you call them? Seriously?"
Still, it was rude not to answer the question. "My guy is Pyro Jack, the Jack o' Lantern with a hat and cape. The figurehead for Halloween, as it were. Not exactly intimidating, I know. However, he comes in handy for a fight. And how about you? You have one, I remember, but what's he called?" Tristan couldn't care less, honestly. A Persona as powerful as this guy's didn't need a name, but it would have been impolite not to ask in return.
It was a rhetorical question, and was even accompanied by a rueful quirk of his lips. "And Mr. Halloween huh? Who knows, maybe in time you'll wake up to Black Jack or something." Shaking his head, the biker finally pulled out of the parking lot and took a brief moment to asses the drive way. It was still pretty open, so he should be able to make it in time for another meeting. Revving up his motor, Vice took a glance back over at Pyro Jack's owner and just shrugged when he had been asked about who his persona was.
"The Fallen King."
The visor of his helmet snapped shut and he was gone, speeding through the driveway towards his next destination.