09-10-2013, 11:41 PM
The wheel is lifted on, bolts fastened one after the other, and not all of those arms are necessary to raise the Sprinter's massive frame.
One of them slinks off, lazy and winding like a viper until it lashes out at the lights of the Bronco with a sudden alacrity. Its tip cracks and crushes metal, shattering glass with pops and showers of shards, before returning to its summoner.
Leaving the road that much darker.
The distraction does slow the Lasombra for a few moments, but not for long and not by much. The spare is on and he stands. The new wheel bears the weight of the tire, the suspension giving a near-imperceptible groan when those shadows squirm forward to slither up the hem of his pants and suit jacket, hiding away as he gives the spanner a few last tugs to tighten the final bolt.
Bodies stowed. Check.
"I think you made some fine points," said to Bertram as Vee boards the Sprinter.
Hypothetical safety deposit lost. Check.
"I also think leaving us down a set of hands," a smirk at the pun gladly taken up at William's expense, "because you felt like asserting yourself?"
Flat changed. Check.
"It was arguably as much of an indulgence as running down the lupine or not wanting to leave behind this fine vehicle," a sound slap of his hand on the Sprinter's hull-sized side.
Lights out. Check. Bonus points to the Lasombra.
"Let's move on and count Caine's blessing, shall we?"
If Flood is waiting for a response from Bertram for any of this or what has been said before it isn't obvious. He just turns after a final wink at the Brujah antitribu and begins making his way toward the driver's seat.
One of them slinks off, lazy and winding like a viper until it lashes out at the lights of the Bronco with a sudden alacrity. Its tip cracks and crushes metal, shattering glass with pops and showers of shards, before returning to its summoner.
Leaving the road that much darker.
The distraction does slow the Lasombra for a few moments, but not for long and not by much. The spare is on and he stands. The new wheel bears the weight of the tire, the suspension giving a near-imperceptible groan when those shadows squirm forward to slither up the hem of his pants and suit jacket, hiding away as he gives the spanner a few last tugs to tighten the final bolt.
Bodies stowed. Check.
"I think you made some fine points," said to Bertram as Vee boards the Sprinter.
Hypothetical safety deposit lost. Check.
"I also think leaving us down a set of hands," a smirk at the pun gladly taken up at William's expense, "because you felt like asserting yourself?"
Flat changed. Check.
"It was arguably as much of an indulgence as running down the lupine or not wanting to leave behind this fine vehicle," a sound slap of his hand on the Sprinter's hull-sized side.
Lights out. Check. Bonus points to the Lasombra.
"Let's move on and count Caine's blessing, shall we?"
If Flood is waiting for a response from Bertram for any of this or what has been said before it isn't obvious. He just turns after a final wink at the Brujah antitribu and begins making his way toward the driver's seat.