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[Chuckle.]

Muns do have a weird thing about usernames, unfortunately.

That's the picture I'm getting painted from seeing the list of names she's got going.

You've gotten off fairly easy, I would say. I've seen worse.

I actually like the name, it's a fair representation of what I do. [Makes cars go boom.]

Then there you are.

[His name is kind of fitting too, but he won't explain unless Rex asks.]

I will say, you're the first of your "type" I've seen. It's nice to meet you.

My "type"?

[It's nice to make acquaintances, but not something he can take much pleasure in. He doesn't want to endanger anyone by associating with him.]

And what type is that?

That is, you're the first Rex Racer I've seen.

I think you've got me mistaken for someone else. Seems to be happening a lot lately.

[He'll deny it, even though his journal does have his real identity on it.]

You don't need to deny it.

For one, I assure you, no one you know could possibly hurt me. I'm a "monster," so to speak, and no human can match me. If your Mun wishes to explain it to you, she can look here.

[Yes, he can speak links to the Muns. It's a talent he's developed.]

For two, this place we're in? There's no semblance of a fourth wall. If someone is hurt, they heal instantly. If someone is killed, they're just brought back to life. And that's assuming anything actually manages to get that far -- here, Muns have much more control over us and tend to regulate just how much fighting goes on.

For three, it's written on your journal. It has to do with that "no fourth wall" thing.

Edited (HERP DERP LINK AND ICON WHOOPS) 2012-08-12 15:29 (UTC)

[Oh he's seen the journal, but he didn't think it would be a problem. Apparently it was. So much for his cover or the work he'd done to keep himself under this new persona.

Still didn't mean he would just come clean and admit anything to this 'monster'. He will seem a bit more stand offish, arms crossed over his chest.]

She knows what you are, in a general sense. Apparently used to watch the cartoon your from when she was a kid. [The first two seasons at least, before it got real silly.]

So no semblance of rules or regulations, all except the few I saw on my way in, huh? Dangerous.

Not in this place, no. Of course, at the same time, once you leave this place, you won't have any memory of it at all.

In a way, this is a "pocket" of time. What happens here doesn't matter, in the long run.

Regardless of if we remember it or not, time spent matters. Maybe some people just choose not to let it because of that.

Sounds like an easy way out of things to me.

Who ever said to not spend it like it matters? I was simply noting a fact, nothing more.

[If it really didn't matter, you think he'd be wandering around and talking to people as much as he does?]

Of course, whatever you believe of me I can hardly change.

Oh man. Oh man. Wait, wait right there. I just -- I've gotta...

[ Has his camera phone out, is now in front of Racer X, and is taking pictures of them both. Cue cheese grin and thumbs up from him when the flash goes off. He'll be thumbing through the five or so shots he took. ]

Oh, this is great. Though you could actually smile for the camera but whatever, this is good. A-rank material.

[ Photo secure and phone tucked away, Ziggy looks fairly excited and will be going in for a handshake. ]

Your car is insane in all the best ways. Dillon would freak if he saw it. Not entirely sure if that's... good or bad - he might think it's a little overkill - but no, your car is awesome.

[He is not unaccustomed to this, so he'll stand as needed for the pictures, and hey. He's smiling. You can't see the slight tiny quirk of that corner of his mouth there? That is a smile, mister.

Seriously.]

Thank you, I'm quite fond of it. She's a real fighter Shooting Star, wouldn't be where I am today without her. [And he's all for a good handshake, giving a nice firm one in return.]

If he thinks my car is overkill, he hasn't seen a rally race.

[ That is not a smile, sir. You can do better for people who are actually interested in taking pictures with you. ]

He's kind of a 'basics' sort of guy. Has an older muscle car he's protective over. I mean, it's nice but... boring, you know? It's not anything like your car. It doesn't even remotely resemble it beyond four wheels and a body.

... I like the black on yellow. Sharp, very sharp.

[You ambushed me, kid. I didn't have time to present a proper smile, but I gave you my best. I did my best. Sob.]

Boring perhaps, but it has sentimental value? It means something to him? If so then I can see why he'd find other vehicles not as appealing.

[He's a car man, he gets this sort of thinking.]

It stands out and I like that.

[Stands out when he's going after those cheating bastards and they see him coming, bright yellow and black streak his car is as he speeds along.]

Yeah, can definitely feel your pain there, dude. At least yours is sorta accurate, like you said? Mine's a total misrepresentation.

Actually don't mind the name, could have been much worse. So I'm gathering.

And misrepresentation how?

[ It's Racer X. He swallows the lump that's formed in his throat and wills a small smile to his lips. ] ...good luck with the pep talk. These Mun's tend not to listen. [ Reminds him of Spritle. ]

[He should have expected this, meeting Speed again here. Part of him knew he shouldn't keep in contact with him like this, but it was hard to walk away after seeing him again. Working with him, being such a good team.

It would be so easy to just tell Speed everything, but... not yet. He'll offer a small smile in return though.]

I can handle a rebellious mun, dealt with much worse. So how's your mun treating you, Speed?

[ It didn't matter that Racer X had proven he wasn't Rex. Speed found that he still couldn't shake the feelings of familiarity that he'd developed in the time they'd spent together. Nobody but Rex raced like that. Nobody. But time and time again this man had proven otherwise. Speed bit back a sigh and kept his shoulders level. He couldn't afford to come off as weak in front of Racer X. ]

Heh. Haven't we all... she'd been treating me alright, had locked me up for a bit. I guess I have you to thank for my recent release. She'd squealed so loud I thought my ears might bleed.

Edited 2012-08-13 06:02 (UTC)

[Dealing with all the cheaters and people out to make money off something that was more than just revenue, that had been far worse than anything this mun could dish out. Having to leave his family to protect them. To change everything.

He could handle this.]

Is that right?

[And hey, Speed actually gets a smile from him for that. Probably one of the few people who can get that from him now. Then again hadn't he always?]

Mine had taken a look back to see if anyone else had been here before me, saw you back a while ago. Can't say either of us are disappointed you showed up again. It's good to see you around, kid.

[ Nods and runs a hand up the back of his neck to tussle his own hair as a smile splits his face. ] 'fraid so. [ A beat. ] But, hey, I'm just glad that I've gotten the opportunity to stretch my legs again and, well, more importantly rev up the Mach 6.

[ As Racer X smiles Speed, all of a sudden, feels at ease. He stifles a bit of laughter and gives another nod. Yep; he's pleased as punch to have found somebody else from his "canon", as it's called. ] Couldn't resist, X, and we weren't about to leave you out in the cold. [ ...we made such a great team. ]

She still running good?

[That's a dumb question really, of course she was. If Pops had his hands in her keeping her tuned up then the Mach 6 was the best out there. Even better than his car... maybe. Just a smidge. X was pretty proud of his own skills tuning a car, he'd learned from the best after all.]

Heh, it's appreciated, can't say I'm too fond of the cold. In fact, I think I might need a race to get the blood pumping. [He might be challenging you to a race, Speed. A friendly little race for old times sake.]

'course she is. [ A nod accompanied by a laugh. He's more than a little proud of the Mach 6 and not just because she's a fine tuned speeding machine. Everybody had had a hand in her; Mom, Pops, Trixie, Sparky, Spritle, and even Chim Chim. ...and to this day they'd all kept on top of her, and it had become a real family effort to keep her running just as smoothly as when she'd been raced at Thunderhead. ]

Oh? well I know just the place. [ ...old time sake indeed. He couldn't resist a race, especially not with Racer X, ...but not only that, he'd wanted to make it up to him since the last time they'd shared the track Speed had been in a bad place. ]

Good.

[Just like he knew she would be. The Racer family took care of their vehicles. They were part of the family after all. They still needed to eat and rest and get a check up once in a while. They spoke to you just like anyone else. Just differently. And that's why the Racers were as good as they were, they didn't just see cars as something to race, something to push as hard as they could and then discard. They understood them in every way possible.]

Then it seems I'll get to see her in action, personally.

[And it's habit, but he almost asks Speed if he's wearing them. His red socks. But we can't ask that, it would give him away wouldn't it?]

[ Speed smiled. It was true; the Mach 6 was another member of the family and as important as any other. Not everybody understood the bond that they shared, not only with each other, but their vehicles. ]

Yep. But I hope that'cha don't mind seeing her from behind. [ His lips pursed into a confident sort of smile. He was kidding, ...at least to some degree. His confidence was never to be confused with cockiness. He knew better. ]

[ and of course Speed had his socks on. He'd never race without out. But, yeah, that'd certainly give Racer X's identity away. ~~Not that Speed would mind learning that Racer X was, in fact, his brother.~~ ]

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well hello little bro

hello to you too big bro.

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sorry for the delay.

quite alright, I'm slow as molasses most of the time myself

aw thanks. just been a rough work week. ugh.