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.
Seriously, if he was still tired Vice was gonna deck some points off of his C+ average. Fortunately it was just a compliment and an offer for his apparent 'solidness' for today's expedition. Huh, that wasn't what he was expecting at all. The biker just snorted and shrugged his shoulders before opening the door that should lead them to the outside.
"Heh. Get stronger, and I'll think about making you my side kick." Nothing like friendly ego-breaking, self esteem-destroying, healthy male banter to lighten up the mood and make better friends. Seriously, there has got to be something wrong with how Vice goes around making friends and acquaintances. "Now c'mon. I want some goddamn coffee and I heard from the wine barrel that you're pretty good at it." Without another word, Vice then led the way back.
Guess that's another person he could trust to have his back if it came to it.
Post by Kyle Shibata on Mar 14, 2014 7:36:47 GMT -5
Kyle stared at him for a moment, as though he rather wanted to put his axe through Vice's head but then he tilted his head back and barked out a sharp laugh. "Sure thing, whatever floats your boat," he scoffed.
Yeah, he got Vice's meaning. They were on very similar wavelengths, so that was good. Heck, his uncle talked to him like that sometimes. It was the kind of language Kyle understood. He shouldered his axe and followed Vice out of the bank casually.
"'Pretty good'?" he chuckled. "Vice, I am the best Mosaic has to offer in the art of making coffee. I make Starbucks look sad."
As they stepped closer to the safety of the inner zone, he snickered. "Wine barrel would be Phoebe, right? That's a good one. Just don't let her hear you call her that. Butterball knows how to give hell when she's mad."
Just before he took off, he gave Vice his number, for better or for worse.
"We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves."
François de la Rochefoucauld
"Better live up to your title then. Starbucks tastes like shit to me."
Never one to let the other have the last word in a verbal spar, Vice shot back with a smirk that had a mix of smugness and amusement in it. For the most part though, the trip back had been pretty uneventful which meant that it didn't take that long for the two of them to actually get back. Finally arriving back at the terminal's entrance, the supposed safe zone of all the users around, Vice received Kyle's number and just shook his head as he saw the guy run off to who knows where.
Turning towards a different direction, namely where he had parked his bike, the young man pulled out his phone which surprisingly still worked despite the amount of times he'd gone through the outside and punched in the barista's phone number. A few more punches to the keypad along the way to his vehicle, Vice then pressed the send button before tucking the device back into his pocket. He was pretty sure that Kyle would know what to do next.