OOC: i use the same system of *Japanese* as Drachnon
Beaming down to the planet Nova was puzzled that the place she beamed down to seemed an awful lot like earth, the trees and the like were almost identical to earth. After walking around a bit she found a road with what looked like Japanese written on the signs. Her tricorder told her quickly enough that she was in fact on what appeared to be earth... for it was Japanese, this was a park on the outskirts of Kagoshima. She figured that she could go there and see what else was happening here. She could also hit herself in the head that she hadn't recognized earth from high up, but that left on question. If this was Japan, Earth; why was earth in the wrong place? This would demand answering...
So after a little while wondering around the park she decided that enough was enough and although it wasn't getting dark yet she was getting sleepy... Following the signs that went *exit* she quickly found her way out. Transportation might be a bigger problem, as her CPU Cortex could translate reading and listening easily enough speaking and writing were beyond the range of her implanted systems. She called a cab company that used an automatic answering system to call a cab to her location. She figured she could buy a car from the Syndicates rather extensive funding, so she got herself dropped off at a car dealership for imported cars.
Paying with some US dollars she had on her (she had no clue how those had gotten into her wallet) she walked into the car dealership and quickly cut through the bullshit, “No sir i can just look around and if you leave me alone i might be interested in leaving a largish tip, However a glass of green tee would be wonderful.” The Car salesmen vanished so quickly after this she could have sworn he was wetwired for teleportation. Looking around the store she found a lot of very nice cars but only one that tickled her fancy. A Dodge Viper, she had had one of those before she left earth, Real-earth she figured was more appropriate, just as she had finished her green tee she she walked over to the bloke who had helped her and told him she wanted that car, and would be interested in driving off with it like right now. They quickly got down to business and the purchase didn't take long. She pretty much wanted all the goodies on it the show model had and the rest of her wants could be bolted on in a few minutes. With the purchase out of the way she decided to cruise around town for a while. At a stop sign she was parked next to a kinda pretty boy, well more handsome then pretty, although all those Japanese people seemed to effeminate to be called handsome. He was kinda uppity about his ride and was reffing his engine and acting like he wanted to have a little race. Nova having just bought her car and seeing as how it had an 8,3 liter engine decided she would take him up and rolling down her window she suggested that it was a race for lunch.
The “opponent”apparently didn't hate that idea and told her the next traffic light happened to be exactly a quarter of a mile away. They would race to there, Nova had always had a competitive streak and while her car probably wasn't as tricked out as her opponents, she figured that it was therefor fair that her CPU cortex amped her reflexes to about no time flat. Just as the traffic light wound down to green she was away in no time flat, and had about 2 car lengths head start of her opponents EVO IX, and about half way down the track his faster car had caught up with her amped reflexes and he won the race by about a car and a half. Annoyed but not to surprised by this she followed him to a restaurant it seemed to be a pretty upmarket place.
They were seated by a Japanese girl in a Furisode, who was utterly polite and correct, soon they were enjoying Japan's primary contribute to the international cuisine, Sushi and Sushimi. Nova Was impressed by his english, and figured he worked for an international company. During lunch they got to know each other quite well and Kenjiro was impressed with her racing skills. As it turned out he was on his way to some friends who could work wonders on her car, he had a car they were tuning. Nova always beeing “down” for pretty much everything decided that it would be cool, besides she had loved “The fast and the furious: Tokyo drift”...
So after lunch, which she paid for besides his instance that he would do so, they drove off to his friends “shop”... And he hadn't been exaggerating when he said that his friend was skilled with cars... He had some very nice rides parked inside and out side, Nova noticed that no matter where you went, boys from 18 to about 25 had almost the same “secret handshakes” and other mannerisms, it wasn't long before her Viper was on a rack and they were ripping stuff off and applying body kits and tuning engines. Nova had never been very technical but it did help that she had seen a lot of movies about this sorta thing, and besides Pimp my Ride had taught her something. So while she was busy approving and reproving body kits and choosing things like seat colors and whether or not she wanted an xbox or a playstation in the trunk The work was progressing smoothly, and her car should be more or less done for tomorrow. Maybe the day after if the parts they needed to buy wouldn't be available. They loaned her a ride to go home and told her to drop by in the morning to get some of the finer details right.
Driving home in a Skyline was different from her own Viper as this car had a smaller engine but it did respond nicely and she figured that it was pretty okay, it was weird driving a car with a steering wheel on the wrong side though... But it did provide her with a nice view of the road considering they drove on the left side of the road.
It was pretty easy to find the safe house and her AI had arranged for her, she figured she would get a phone call somewhere tomorrow asking for her name and ID number. She was so bushed from the Jetlag, although jetlag wasn't really the correct term, that she walked to the master bed room and crashed onto the bed without bothering to take of her clothing and she was off as soon as her head hit the pillows.
The next morning she awoke because of her CPU cortex told her she had an email, which she opened and replied to the standard mail that she didn't know how long she'd need the safe house, that her name was Nova Carmine, ID numer 56815 Alpha Omega, and that she would leave it the way she found it. It was nice to sleep in a bed that wasn't holding her down with artificial gravity for a change. She changed her clothing and made a mental note to go shopping sometime soon, as this lack of clean clothing was beginning to be a problem. She grabbed some breakfast, again it was a good thing to eat something not replicated, and was on her way. When she got over to the shop that was “servicing” her car she noticed that her car was gone... This of course wasn't what she had envisioned her return to the shop to be like, but she did notice a slight humming coming from out back, slightly like a compressor of sorts so slightly at odds she went down to check where the sound was coming from, it turned out they had a spray cabinet in the back of the shop where something she thought had once been her car was currently getting clear coated. She had seen what he was capable of but this car was turning out to be something else entirely... She knew the extended shit that had been done to the car already, and if she didn't have a credit card that was backed by the syndicate she doubted she could have paid for this. Just as she was walking around the spray booth the humming cut out and the dude took his mask off, and after clearing away his stuff he went out with a look that streamed pride, “ Konnichiwa, Nova-san” *I have finished with your car, well finished the paint job anyways, some minor things need doing but were pretty much done* He said while stripping off his overall, *we need to get you some rims and a set of tires, do a small bit of polishing and some other odds n ends but all in all were almost done. I'll polish the car if you select a set of rims, there should be a catalog on my desk in the main shop.” he said while going to the car to push it out of the bay and into the shop proper.
Fixing the issues that remained took most of the day and they spent a good deal of the time in conversation, Nova was getting to the point where she could explain her self in Japanese with the use of some minor gestures and English words. He also told her that if they put in some major work today they should be able to finish this for unveiling at tonights races...
So after a lot of “blood sweat and tears” they got the car finished for tonights races, Nova made her excuses to go shopping, The shopping was a big hit on her credit record, but hey the syndicate would be picking up the tab and everyone knew they had some very deep pockets.
Nova Went home for some dinner, it had been a long time since she had done any cooking on anything that wasn't a camp fire, as in space she just replicated whatever she wanted to eat. After dinner she would change into something a little more comfortable and then go out to the races. She figured she had a good idea where they would be, seeing as how one can usually find some good empty roads on industrial areas. It might take a while to find the precise street but you could usually hear the engines and sound systems for a few blocks...
So after changing into what could only be described as the stereotypical school girl suit she went to her car and got in, she did like those vertical doors they had put in, Flipping a few switches to amplify the sound system, turn on the neon and other effects and very important get some ground clearance as her intricate spoilers left very little ground clearance Nova set of for the races...
It was much as she had anticipated, cars being parked next to one another in an attempt to out show each other, and the man looking masculine and the girls looking like pinups, Nova loved it. Parking her car in an open spot in the parking area and flipped her car's suspension down to its racing level, she popped her trunk to show off the nice sound system in there and opened the hood to show off her red and chrome engine block. The vertical doors, the paint job, and the pristine sound system turned some heads until all of a sudden every head turned her way, but this was an effect she had often had on a room. And just as she was standing up and correcting her clothing and hair she was about mobbed in guys wanting to know who she was, where she had come from and if they could buy her dinner and a night on the town. This was all carefully turned down and then suddenly she could see someone whom she thought would be the “alpha male” for this group, and she walked over leaving he fan boys to marvel at her piece of pure American muscle, she shook her ass a bit while walking and was only slightly showing of her body on the way over.
*So i take it your the king of this crew?* Nova asked when she had reached him.
*Well, I'm not as much “the king” as i own the fastest car on the block, and i don't recall having seen a dodge viper in these parts before so i take it your new to these parts.* he responded in a slightly off hand tone of voice. *But i take it you didn't come to me just to make introductions...*
*Actually no, i have some questions, like, whats the “buy in” to race you, and* she said while looking around *wheres your car?*
*Well actually my car is right next to yours,* he said while referring to a Black and white Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX, which looked pretty nice, and had about 25 large under the hood, *as for buy in i don't race new comers unless they have very deep pockets, Say you get a foursome together for a race and I'll join you.* he said before returning to his conversation with his “homeboys” or what ever Japanese term was equivalent.
As she was walking around the crowd she noticed an energy signature that she recognized, if she didn't know better she could have sworn it was that annoying Japanese kid called Ku or something, the avatar of the dragon god, it made sense that that kid'd be here. So working around the group she found him with a pair of girls that were dressed even more skimpy then she was.
*Its been a while Ku. Still working for Him?* Nova said as she approached him.
OOC: THIS CAR with THIS paintscheme.
Beaming down to the planet Nova was puzzled that the place she beamed down to seemed an awful lot like earth, the trees and the like were almost identical to earth. After walking around a bit she found a road with what looked like Japanese written on the signs. Her tricorder told her quickly enough that she was in fact on what appeared to be earth... for it was Japanese, this was a park on the outskirts of Kagoshima. She figured that she could go there and see what else was happening here. She could also hit herself in the head that she hadn't recognized earth from high up, but that left on question. If this was Japan, Earth; why was earth in the wrong place? This would demand answering...
So after a little while wondering around the park she decided that enough was enough and although it wasn't getting dark yet she was getting sleepy... Following the signs that went *exit* she quickly found her way out. Transportation might be a bigger problem, as her CPU Cortex could translate reading and listening easily enough speaking and writing were beyond the range of her implanted systems. She called a cab company that used an automatic answering system to call a cab to her location. She figured she could buy a car from the Syndicates rather extensive funding, so she got herself dropped off at a car dealership for imported cars.
Paying with some US dollars she had on her (she had no clue how those had gotten into her wallet) she walked into the car dealership and quickly cut through the bullshit, “No sir i can just look around and if you leave me alone i might be interested in leaving a largish tip, However a glass of green tee would be wonderful.” The Car salesmen vanished so quickly after this she could have sworn he was wetwired for teleportation. Looking around the store she found a lot of very nice cars but only one that tickled her fancy. A Dodge Viper, she had had one of those before she left earth, Real-earth she figured was more appropriate, just as she had finished her green tee she she walked over to the bloke who had helped her and told him she wanted that car, and would be interested in driving off with it like right now. They quickly got down to business and the purchase didn't take long. She pretty much wanted all the goodies on it the show model had and the rest of her wants could be bolted on in a few minutes. With the purchase out of the way she decided to cruise around town for a while. At a stop sign she was parked next to a kinda pretty boy, well more handsome then pretty, although all those Japanese people seemed to effeminate to be called handsome. He was kinda uppity about his ride and was reffing his engine and acting like he wanted to have a little race. Nova having just bought her car and seeing as how it had an 8,3 liter engine decided she would take him up and rolling down her window she suggested that it was a race for lunch.
The “opponent”apparently didn't hate that idea and told her the next traffic light happened to be exactly a quarter of a mile away. They would race to there, Nova had always had a competitive streak and while her car probably wasn't as tricked out as her opponents, she figured that it was therefor fair that her CPU cortex amped her reflexes to about no time flat. Just as the traffic light wound down to green she was away in no time flat, and had about 2 car lengths head start of her opponents EVO IX, and about half way down the track his faster car had caught up with her amped reflexes and he won the race by about a car and a half. Annoyed but not to surprised by this she followed him to a restaurant it seemed to be a pretty upmarket place.
They were seated by a Japanese girl in a Furisode, who was utterly polite and correct, soon they were enjoying Japan's primary contribute to the international cuisine, Sushi and Sushimi. Nova Was impressed by his english, and figured he worked for an international company. During lunch they got to know each other quite well and Kenjiro was impressed with her racing skills. As it turned out he was on his way to some friends who could work wonders on her car, he had a car they were tuning. Nova always beeing “down” for pretty much everything decided that it would be cool, besides she had loved “The fast and the furious: Tokyo drift”...
So after lunch, which she paid for besides his instance that he would do so, they drove off to his friends “shop”... And he hadn't been exaggerating when he said that his friend was skilled with cars... He had some very nice rides parked inside and out side, Nova noticed that no matter where you went, boys from 18 to about 25 had almost the same “secret handshakes” and other mannerisms, it wasn't long before her Viper was on a rack and they were ripping stuff off and applying body kits and tuning engines. Nova had never been very technical but it did help that she had seen a lot of movies about this sorta thing, and besides Pimp my Ride had taught her something. So while she was busy approving and reproving body kits and choosing things like seat colors and whether or not she wanted an xbox or a playstation in the trunk The work was progressing smoothly, and her car should be more or less done for tomorrow. Maybe the day after if the parts they needed to buy wouldn't be available. They loaned her a ride to go home and told her to drop by in the morning to get some of the finer details right.
Driving home in a Skyline was different from her own Viper as this car had a smaller engine but it did respond nicely and she figured that it was pretty okay, it was weird driving a car with a steering wheel on the wrong side though... But it did provide her with a nice view of the road considering they drove on the left side of the road.
It was pretty easy to find the safe house and her AI had arranged for her, she figured she would get a phone call somewhere tomorrow asking for her name and ID number. She was so bushed from the Jetlag, although jetlag wasn't really the correct term, that she walked to the master bed room and crashed onto the bed without bothering to take of her clothing and she was off as soon as her head hit the pillows.
The next morning she awoke because of her CPU cortex told her she had an email, which she opened and replied to the standard mail that she didn't know how long she'd need the safe house, that her name was Nova Carmine, ID numer 56815 Alpha Omega, and that she would leave it the way she found it. It was nice to sleep in a bed that wasn't holding her down with artificial gravity for a change. She changed her clothing and made a mental note to go shopping sometime soon, as this lack of clean clothing was beginning to be a problem. She grabbed some breakfast, again it was a good thing to eat something not replicated, and was on her way. When she got over to the shop that was “servicing” her car she noticed that her car was gone... This of course wasn't what she had envisioned her return to the shop to be like, but she did notice a slight humming coming from out back, slightly like a compressor of sorts so slightly at odds she went down to check where the sound was coming from, it turned out they had a spray cabinet in the back of the shop where something she thought had once been her car was currently getting clear coated. She had seen what he was capable of but this car was turning out to be something else entirely... She knew the extended shit that had been done to the car already, and if she didn't have a credit card that was backed by the syndicate she doubted she could have paid for this. Just as she was walking around the spray booth the humming cut out and the dude took his mask off, and after clearing away his stuff he went out with a look that streamed pride, “ Konnichiwa, Nova-san” *I have finished with your car, well finished the paint job anyways, some minor things need doing but were pretty much done* He said while stripping off his overall, *we need to get you some rims and a set of tires, do a small bit of polishing and some other odds n ends but all in all were almost done. I'll polish the car if you select a set of rims, there should be a catalog on my desk in the main shop.” he said while going to the car to push it out of the bay and into the shop proper.
Fixing the issues that remained took most of the day and they spent a good deal of the time in conversation, Nova was getting to the point where she could explain her self in Japanese with the use of some minor gestures and English words. He also told her that if they put in some major work today they should be able to finish this for unveiling at tonights races...
So after a lot of “blood sweat and tears” they got the car finished for tonights races, Nova made her excuses to go shopping, The shopping was a big hit on her credit record, but hey the syndicate would be picking up the tab and everyone knew they had some very deep pockets.
Nova Went home for some dinner, it had been a long time since she had done any cooking on anything that wasn't a camp fire, as in space she just replicated whatever she wanted to eat. After dinner she would change into something a little more comfortable and then go out to the races. She figured she had a good idea where they would be, seeing as how one can usually find some good empty roads on industrial areas. It might take a while to find the precise street but you could usually hear the engines and sound systems for a few blocks...
So after changing into what could only be described as the stereotypical school girl suit she went to her car and got in, she did like those vertical doors they had put in, Flipping a few switches to amplify the sound system, turn on the neon and other effects and very important get some ground clearance as her intricate spoilers left very little ground clearance Nova set of for the races...
It was much as she had anticipated, cars being parked next to one another in an attempt to out show each other, and the man looking masculine and the girls looking like pinups, Nova loved it. Parking her car in an open spot in the parking area and flipped her car's suspension down to its racing level, she popped her trunk to show off the nice sound system in there and opened the hood to show off her red and chrome engine block. The vertical doors, the paint job, and the pristine sound system turned some heads until all of a sudden every head turned her way, but this was an effect she had often had on a room. And just as she was standing up and correcting her clothing and hair she was about mobbed in guys wanting to know who she was, where she had come from and if they could buy her dinner and a night on the town. This was all carefully turned down and then suddenly she could see someone whom she thought would be the “alpha male” for this group, and she walked over leaving he fan boys to marvel at her piece of pure American muscle, she shook her ass a bit while walking and was only slightly showing of her body on the way over.
*So i take it your the king of this crew?* Nova asked when she had reached him.
*Well, I'm not as much “the king” as i own the fastest car on the block, and i don't recall having seen a dodge viper in these parts before so i take it your new to these parts.* he responded in a slightly off hand tone of voice. *But i take it you didn't come to me just to make introductions...*
*Actually no, i have some questions, like, whats the “buy in” to race you, and* she said while looking around *wheres your car?*
*Well actually my car is right next to yours,* he said while referring to a Black and white Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX, which looked pretty nice, and had about 25 large under the hood, *as for buy in i don't race new comers unless they have very deep pockets, Say you get a foursome together for a race and I'll join you.* he said before returning to his conversation with his “homeboys” or what ever Japanese term was equivalent.
As she was walking around the crowd she noticed an energy signature that she recognized, if she didn't know better she could have sworn it was that annoying Japanese kid called Ku or something, the avatar of the dragon god, it made sense that that kid'd be here. So working around the group she found him with a pair of girls that were dressed even more skimpy then she was.
*Its been a while Ku. Still working for Him?* Nova said as she approached him.
OOC: THIS CAR with THIS paintscheme.
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But you're right about the third person thing. I did it in my first post, but fell out of it afterwards. Let's do the next one in that then.