~You won't have to be my heaven

[disguisedapple.livejournal.com]

[A door in the Nexus growls. To many, it's familiar: low, purring, and mechanical. The growl steadily grows louder until it screams and is forced open with a deafening slam. A wave of water surrounds the entrance of a very familiar motorcycle, glistening across the metal of the bike and the glass of the rider's visor. The motorcycle lands gracefully and turns to halt as the tires screech across the wet floor. The rear tire comes to a halt a scant moment before hitting the wall, and the rider surveys the new location. Purring fills the air as the motorcycle idles, promising speed and wind at any moment. Definitely not what's expected. The rider turns to look around, keeping the helmet on at all times. It didn't matter where this location is. It isn't where an ally should be waiting, and the rider's face is one that can't be seen. A hand tightens and twists the throttle to turn the purr to a growl in preparation to any need for fight or flight.]

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[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[That sound... that smell...]

[Ocelot's sneers as he realizes who's nearby.]

[disguisedapple.livejournal.com]

[Oh not this one. The hand twists the throttle again at the sight of Ocelot in preparation to fight.]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

You're not seriously driving that thing through the halls, are you?

[histemptation.livejournal.com]

[EVA is very much aware of that familiar purring growl that is currently reverberating throughout the hallways. The very sound makes the spy's inner thighs tingle with joy.]

[She stands before the new arrival, hands on hips and a knowing smile on her lips.]

Nice ride.

[disguisedapple.livejournal.com]

[... huh. That is one great disguise there. Even the breasts are right. A slight smile can be seen under the visor. At least they picked the right spy to copy.]

Don't you know it. [The helmet remains on as the rider shifts weight on the motorcycle.] Nice outfit.

[histemptation.livejournal.com]

[There truly was no better sight than to be greeted by oneself. Especially when oneself happened to be downright beautiful.]

[EVA approaches her doppelganger, a wry smile tactfully drawing onto her lips. She extends her gloved hand and teases her fingers along the motorcycle, feeling the familiar vibrations through the tough leather.]

You must be new.