FIFTY-FIVE : but you won't get far

[wristsniper]

[Hey Mayfield!

Do you like tanks?

Olivier likes tanks.

In fact, hers may have just run over your mailbox. Or maybe your shrubbery. Perhaps a car!

Hope you had insurance~]

[ooc; Open action. Also feel free to call her angrily if you figure out who it is. She has to see out somehow, after all. But she IS driving, so good luck with that. |D Tank

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[notsogreatwall]

[ Meiling storms outside at the sound of the roaring engine, but stops before she's halfway across the stone path to the front lawn. The first car, one of the red ones that all the "killers" received, lies in ruins, and it looks like the second one is up next.

See, once she got home from Port West, Meiling ripped the plates off of both of their new "prizes" and parked them just off of the curb so that people might not think they belong to this house.

So when she yells out, it's not with anger, but with pure surprise. How convenient. ]

--oh, wow!

[wristsniper]

[The tank rolls on a bit, then stops.

A blonde woman hops out to inspect the damage.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ Oh, they stopped? Time to look not-so-impressed (though she does a pretty shitty job of hiding it), and walk right up to that tank. ] H-hey! You should watch where you're driving! You could have hit our fence... [ Maybe with another couple of yards, at least. ]

[wristsniper]

I was aiming for the cars.

[Taking a look at the piles of metal. Hmm, these need to be backed over a few more times...]

I don't usually drive these.

[notsogreatwall]

Oh. Well... they're not ours-- [ Thiiiin lie. ] --But I'm sure whoever owns them will be pretty mad!

[ The tall youkai stops next to the tank and gives it a look over. ] I'm surprised you can fit it on the street...

[wristsniper]

I don't really care if they're mad. I need this more than they do.

[She starts to climb back into the tank.] We were working on a larger model, but this is all we managed to get done.

[notsogreatwall]

They make them bigger than this? [ Wow, the outside world has some pretty amazing things.

--wait, back up. ] What do you mean, you "need" this? Are you gathering spare parts?

[wristsniper]

We tried, anyway. This is actually a prototype. A test model. It has some issues. The hatch sticks, for example. Step back, if you would.

[AAAAND running the cars over in new and more different ways for a moment before jumping out again to start tossing the scrap metal into the vehicle. Oh, and the leather, too. Yeehaw.]

Scrap.

[notsogreatwall]

[ She does just that, admiring the way such a powerful vehicle makes mincemeat out of the cars. Welp, at least that took care of one problem! And they're going to be used for... well, she hopes it's a good cause. ]

Oh, let me help you with that!

[ Meiling steps over to grab a particularly large piece -- back of a fender, wheel, engine block, it doesn't really matter -- and follows her lead to toss it in. The faster she gets the red painted chunks out of her sight, the better. ]

[wristsniper]

[BLINK.] I appreciate it. I need as much as I can get, in the event we need to manufacture anything for the resistance.

[notsogreatwall]

[ She pauses in hoisting a door overhead. ] --what resistance?

[wristsniper]

The one resisting our captors; the one I am running.

[notsogreatwall]

Oh! [ Tossing that door in where it needs to be, she dusts off her hands. ] You know who it is?

[wristsniper]

Our captors? Yes.

[notsogreatwall]

Can you tell me more? [ She's curious and, hey, maybe if she does some investigating she won't be so useless to Miss Patchouli... ]

[wristsniper]

The Mayor, Grady, the Smith family. It's pretty obvious who we're up against; their weaknesses aren't so simple.