The woman smiled. "With pleasure." She said as she leaned against her bike. Around twenty kilometres in this direction, there is a field - we can set a tent there." She pointed in the direction of the city, Reka felt the pull to. Click. The click signalled that the tank was full. As she removed the dispenser and checked the price, Reka realised she did not have enough money to pay for the fuel.
"Regardless of the age, a knight's grace will always shine through. It does even when I'm not particularly trying too. I don't really know how I get these people." From the strained look on her face, she seemed genuinely confused as to exactly why, but hearing Naka ask a few more casual questions, Thea responded the same as she placed a simple order. "Nothing I would call exciting. And yourself?"
Flashing a smirk of her own, Reka gazes at the horizon, feeling her rage bubbling as she watches the sunset. "Sounds good." She chuckles quietly to herself as she reads the final cost. Maybe things haven't changed all that much. I just know how valuable what I take is now. She mounts her bike, treating her precious machine with the same care she would give a warhorse. She starts the engine, and gestures for the other rider to lead the way.
The woman smiled. "This is the time of gathering. After centuries, we finally are close to claiming the Prize." She swirled her coffee. "My body is shaking with excitement for the battles to come. Only the strongest of us are left." She leaned back, relaxed. "The one who shall claim the Prize, will also claim the entire power and skill of all immortals before him. Some would say that the winner would become a god~" She paused. "But I wonder..." So Naka turned to look at Thea. "What do you think?"
As the two raided off, in the back mirror Reka found an owner of the station running outside and waving after them. She then realised, that the guy might call the police... The two rode for some time, before, late at night, they arrived at their destination. It was wild. Not a soul in the area. The brunette - Sofia, as she told Reka, soon started setting up the tent, and in a couple of minutes, it was ready.
Remembering her courtly manners still ingrained in her to sip her drink and wait for her turn to speak, she gazed at Naka weighing that eventually the day might pass soon that they would have to exchange blows personally. It would no doubt be a difficult and challenging battle, but one that would almost be inevitable if neither of them died first. "The only way to be certain would be for the one who makes it to the end, and the rest wouldn't be able to ever know if those dreams come true, am I wrong?" She thought on it for a moment. "Truth is, the war for me has been over for a long time. The kingdom is long gone, and I'm all that's left of them. There are no more causes worth fighting for. I suppose....there was a time a few hundred years ago where I really was the heroic knight of legends. What happened? It wouldn't bother me if it was my time to go, but I cannot allow myself to fall to a weaker foe. I'm not really interested in godhood, but if I happen to get it, so be it."
"Exactly right - the horsemen broke the rules, and they're the most famous of all of us." She smiles. "I've been a lot of things in my time, a noble, a mercenary, a pirate, a bootlegger - I rarely followed rules, and I've done pretty well for myself." Shifting uncomfortably, she holds up the offending garment between thumb and forefinger. "Still wet... Those girls of yours must be getting impatient."
Hah! Let them come. They won't land a single blow. Even if they do, I've had far worse wounds than their bullets can give me. Reka, not wanting to dwell on the torments she's suffered any longer than she must, distracts herself with the road. It's always nice, riding in formation with the wind in my face. Even if only with one other. Even if they aren't a warrior. Reka keeps her bike beside her new companion with such natural ease that she barely needs to think about maintaining the wedge formation, anticipating the lead rider's every adjustment. Only takes a millennium or two of practice. Dismounting her bike at the desolate campsite, Reka retrieves a small backpack from the saddlebags. Can't forget you, old friend. She breathes in the air, free from the trials of living in an age she doesn't belong, if only for a night. Reka helps Sofia erect the tent. Though the materials and styles have changed oh-so-often, the principles are always the same. "So, is there a reason you're heading to the city?"
So Naka frowned as she looked up at Thea. "Be careful my friend. With this kind of attitude, you will lose your head." So replied slightly concerned. She leaned back in her seat. "Do you remember as we first meet? When was it?" She asked, trying to remember.
"Nah, I'm just that good with making women wet their panties and jump out of them." Edward waved his hand, then stayed silent for a time. "You know what? Fuck the rules and establishment! If you don't cheat, you aren't trying enough!" He grabbed a bottle of whiskey - stronger staff and refilled both glasses. "We are going to beat the crap out of the bitch, then fuck the slut until she doesn't distinguish up from down and show the old slut where we have her age. Then, when we are satisfied, we will take the bitch's head." Edward raised his glass.
"The war of the Two Peters, you mean? I remember the one we supported. I never liked him all that much. Yet, supporting our lord is part of our duties. I was a little surprised to find people of your culture that far out west, of course. I suppose in hindsight if I knew what I did now, it would have made more sense."
As the two were setting up the tent, Reka noticed a pistol in the inner pocket of the woman's leather jacket. "Ah, you know..." She paused. "No, you wouldn't." She chuckled to herself. "I am just driving around - without purpose. Just... enjoying the ride." She said as she grabbed a pair of bottles of beer and sat down. She handed a bottle to Reka and opened her own. She took a swig and looked up at the stars. "Just... enjoying it... the sights..."
"Peter of Castile, was it?" So Naka hummed. "True, he was... unlike in his times... but in hindsight? I wouldn't be so sure... of all of his decision." She shrugged "But in the end, he lost. If he won, he would be remembered differently." She shrugged. "But wasn't more interesting your commander?" So Naka asked, a small smile dancing on her lips. "The Black Pince?" 1367 - Spain The men screamed. The siege was progressing slowly as the English were repelled from the walls again. The camp of Black Prince was in chaos as the French allies of Henry penetrated deep into Prince's Camp...
At least she's not defenseless. Good. Reka takes the bottle and sits next to her on the grass. "I do the same thing. Feels wrong to stay somewhere for too long. This trip's different, though. It's like something's pulling me to the city."
"Ahem..." Karolina raises her eyebrows at the outburst. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but let's not go crazy. One thing I've learned is that we don't have to rush - in time we'll face them all, or meet our ends. And the more immortals there are still alive, the longer it is before the two of us have to face each other." She raises her glass to her lips and smirks. "After all, I wouldn't want to not be able to tell up from down."
The woman looked at her quizikly. "A former flame?" She asked. "Or someone you just want to punch?" She asked as she took a swing of beer.
"Yeah right!" Edward raised his glass, in a toast and clicked with Karolina's. "We are going to fuck'em up!" Then he shook his head. "What's fun about living if you don't leave'o darling?" He took a swing. "We fought, we drunk, we fucked - what's the use of living if you don't live?" He chuckled. "A toast! For living, and teaming up - until there are only two of us... and then... let the best man win!" He said with a chuckle.
"We'll finish what I started, the day I shot you." She chuckles, and toasts. "Let the best woman win."
Edward chuckled as he took a swing of drink. He moved his fingers over his mouth, removing the strings of alcohol from his lips. "So, Capt'ain. Wh'ats the plan?" He smirked, boyishly. "I have three wenches and am willing to share~" He batted his eyebrows. "Maybe not as skilled as that Trojan, but certainly, visually pleasant~"
"No, nothing like that. Just...a feeling." I guess it does feel kind of like riding to a battlefield. Anticipation and foreboding. Purpose. Reka finishes her bottle and turns to face Sofia, a spark in her eyes which hasn't been present until now.
