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The nightmares, increasing in frequency and distressing content, were finally beginning to get to Kazami more than usual. He'd started coping by fiddling with his bike in the vehicle bay, but there were only so many times you could dismantle and reassemble an engine before it got old.

He'd asked about it in the omnicom channels, and they'd said it would be okay. So, for now, parts of the City had a noise echoing off the buildings that it had probably never heard before. The loud, high-pitched thrum of a motorcycle bounces off as Kazami rides his bike through the City. It was simple and relaxing, and it helped familiarize him more quickly than a map did. The replica of the Vatican, some giant temple, a pink bus... All of the landmarks were noted and filed away as he continued to ride.

It was all going so smoothly, until he spent a second too long eying that ridiculous looking bus. A pothole in the road was his undoing. His bike hit and, before he had a chance to regain control, spun onto the side, dragging him along underneath it for several yards. With a slight groan, Kazami crawled out from under it, shaking his head. "How long has it been since I last crashed...?" At least he'd been wearing his helmet, he reflects. Still. He pats himself off, wincing a bit at the new, sharp messages of pain his body was sending. Hopefully no one was watching.

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Kala had been walking. Just walking, really, when she saw a huge machine with wheels flash by, hit a hole in the road and-- How horrible. In a flash, Rising Phoenix had her armor on and they were moving, her stabilizers shoving her forward at ridiculous speeds to make up for the distance.

Gafting hells, that was Kazami. Kazami who seemed to be shaking off the incident rather well. Kala opened her mouth and shut it as she came to a stop and touched down.

"...are you okay?" she finally managed, eying the bike and then eying him with a small frown.

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Crap. He grimaces a bit, taking off his helmet before he replies. He places a hand on the side of his neck and leans his head this way and that, wincing slightly at the slightly metallic noises of his neck popping. "I'll live." He glances at his side. The plant suit was shredded. Oddly, though, the skin underneath didn't look nearly as bad as it should have, though it's not exactly a pretty sight.

He gives her a sheepish little grin. "I've had worse in motocross accidents. I should've been wearing more protection." He should have been paying more attention is what he thinks, but it's pointless now.

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"It doesn't look very nice," Kala grumbled, already inspecting him with a scowl, her fingers careful. "Are you made of lots of metal?" The metallic noises didn't escape her at all and she was always quick to grasp things. "And does it hurt? Because...I might be able to help if it does. I-- I tried it once before, but Farla was already dead, so I--" She hitched a shrug.

"And you should have been wearing more protection! Why weren't you, anyway? There's holes." Kala pointed to the offending and aforementioned hole emphatically.

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Russel too, heard the crash, amidst his wanderings. He had to get his bearings some kind of way, and getting lost seemed like the best way to do it. And boy was he lost. "Hey, it's you," he said, recognizing Kazami under that helmet. This was probably the first face he'd seen more than once other than Fletcher and Dr. Sera. Damn, there was a lot of people here. Everyone seemed to take this whole chosen thing to heart, but not Russel. He was just along for the ride.

At any rate, that was a hell of a vehicle the man had just taken a spill on. He approached it, looking at it with a scientific eye. It looked a lot different than the ones at home. Larger, and it looked like it could generate a lot more power than the others. But machinery wasn't his forte.

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"It looks worse than it feels, I promise. It's probably just dirty." Well, it certainly stings like a mother, but his pride won't let him show weakness like that, especially not with a young lady present. His face, though, does flicker a bit at her mention of the popping. Kazami's used to keeping his being a cyborg under wraps, it makes life a lot easier. And, well. Some habits die hard. "Aah, I had an accident a few years ago. They had to reinforce my bones afterwards." It's not a total lie, but he still feels kind of bad saying it to Kala.

He blinks at Russel, raising a hand in greeting. "Hello." And now he's sounding even more sheepish. How many people are going to be witness to this? He turns just a bit, to keep his motorcycle in view. It's nothing against Russel, he's just slightly protective of the thing. Current circumstances notwithstanding.