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Vehicles and Half Spider Half Monkey Aliens [Open]

We missed the point of living, so caught up in this moment
We took out all convictions, and traded them for substance o/`

Ben was humming as he was working on his car with the MP3 player blaring. Granted he wasn't exactly the best mechanic but he had assisted Kevin enough times to work on a few things once in a while. Besides, it was HIS new car, and driving around always cheered him up.

Having gone down to the vehicle bay had proven fruitful, as both Kevin and his new car was there. Even Grandpa Max's Rustbucket was there and a big green ship which he was damn certain was his, considering, well, it was GREEN. He was half expecting to find Kevin or Grandpa Max tinkering with something in the immediate vicinity. He had scrounged up some things, and even found some of his old clothes in the RV. As such, he had changed out of his plantsuit and was wearing a pair of slightly too tight jeans and one of his lucky shirts from his kid days, now way too small on his frame but he didn't want to get his regular clothing grease and oil stained.

"There we go," said Ben, slamming the hood and keying the engine. It roared to life and a multitude of alien tech lit up in his car. "Now THIS is more like it!"

Shutting it off, he looked up at the ship and examined it. "Sure would like to check out that engine. ...why not?"

Twisting the dial of his Ultimatrix, Ben shifted in a burst of green light. "Spidermonkey! Ook ook!"

Bouncing up to the roof of the Rustbucket, he bounced upwards to the bottom of the ship and started to prod around for a hidden latch. "Kevin always leaves a latch here... Got it!"

The back opened up and he grinned. "Time to check this sucker out!"

The half spider, half monkey alien dashed around to the back and clambered up the large ramp. It was quite a large ship, no bigger than say a Millennium Falcon but it was definitely HIS.

Ben was going to like this.

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"Make sure to wear the appropriate gear, Sweetie." Nura is sitting at the top of the ramp, one leg crossed casually over the other, long hair wavy in the slight breeze of the vehicles bay, a most innocent look (in her standards) upon her face. If Ben cares to look, he'll see that Nura's lips are slightly curved in a hint of mischief.

"...wouldn't want that pretty face of yours to get hurt, after all."

"Awwww man!" exclaimed Spidermonkey as he swung down to the ramp and landed, scratching his head. "I wasn't going to touch anything explosive!"

He too was grinning at Nura, as he looked at the large ship he stood at the entrance of. "To think Kevin kept all of this under wraps."

"No 'buts', young man," she says in a joking fashion, scooting off the top of the ramp and then gently floating down to the ground via flight ring. Momentarily she looks like an apparition, platinum hair waving above her and arms out wide.

Then she lands and sashays over to the tool boxes, picking out the white-and-black-streaked helmet that Ben had obviously tossed aside from where it had laid at the bottom of the haphazard pile. "I'm not cleaning any blood off of the floor if it was spilled out of lack of foresight."

"And I think your friend Kevin would want you to be protected when you adventure out and do crazy things." She floats up to the entrance and bends over, holding the helmet out for him to take. "What you are about to do - that counts."

"Kevin? worry about me? That'll be the first," laughed Ben as he transformed back from Spidermonkey and landed with a soft thump. "I'll start putting the tools away at least."

Nura reaches over and ruffles Ben's hair - he reminds her so very much of Lyle. "Awww...don't pout Ben. You'll start to attract the women who would like pinch your pouty cheeks!" She doesn't say which though.

"Oh god forbid no!" exclaimed Ben in mock horror. "The agony! I remember going through that as a kid!"

He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm surprised though that there's so many vehicles from home here."

She looks overhead at the vehicles. Her eyes gleam with recognition at a few of them. The Archives had had many old history records that included holos representations of old vehicles, people, objects... And seeing them up close and right there... She hadn't been fortunate enough to ride shotgun with Ultra Boy that time he drove that prehistoric vehicle out onto the street to zizz off the Science Police (and to also flirt with Trips).

"...I would certainly not object to you taking one out 'for a spin'."

Ben looked at Nura and then grinned before he flipped his keys around. Walking around to the passengers seat, he opened the door and proclaimed, "Your chariot awaits!"

Gallant? A little. At least he wasn't being insufferable.

Nura is looking for some excitement, and Ben seems all too happy to provide it.

"Well aren't you a gentleman," she coolly says, slinking over slowly to the passenger seat. Tilting her head a little, white hair sliding off of her shoulders, she smiles, eye low-lidded with a suggestive air. She takes his chin into her palm and brings her face breaths close. "As you say, Sir Lance," she smoothly quips with a jutted hip.

The back of her hand brushes Ben's cheek as she climbs in and seats herself.

Ben grinned at Nura as he closed the door and slid into the drivers seat. Turning it on with a well pronounced roar of the engine, the dashboard lit up with several indicators. "Looks like everything's fine now."

He shifted into gear and headed out, pulling up the ramp towards the city.

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Nura is as happy as a kitten with a ball of yarn. She rolls down the window and lets the cool breeze hit her face, blowing her long hair over her shoulders and wafting wildly. This gets irritating after fifty-seven seconds, so she gathers up her hair and tosses it to the right, practically out the window, so that it is of her face.

"Now this is my definition of 'fine'."

"I love this car," admitted Ben. "I got it late for my birthday, from Kevin actually. I always likes driving whenever I get down. And driving any time to be honest."

He turned the corner, slowing to make sure no one was crossing and sped up, headed for the longer stretches of road where he could open up the throttle.

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"I do the same thing when I'm a Downer Girl. Only with dancing and flying instead of driving." She idly twirls a lock of hair around her finger. She has her head tilted thoughtfully, although she isn't saying much to start a heated conversation over.

"I heard that," replied Ben as he reached down and tabbed the MP3 player as the sound of Jonathan Coulton filled the car.

Turning the corner, he kicked up the throttle and peeled down the road.

The wind has now become wild upon Nura's hair. It will probably look like a fluffed up kitten's fur once the car stops, but Nura doesn't care about vanity at the moment. She's too wrapped up in the here and now, with Ben, music, the car, and wind wafting through her hair.

She reaches down towards the dials to the MP3 player and turns up the volume a little, then sits back, and lets the lyrics and the beat wash over her.

"Is there a speed limit for how fast this vehicle can go?" Her eyes glint mischievously.

Ben grinned wickedly at that. "Well I've never tried it but..."

Tabbing a few switches, nitro was fed into the line and the car shot off like a rocket, screaming down the long highway that stretched across the city. 210. 220. 230. 240. The dial kept creeping higher.

"Pretty fast I figure!" yelled Ben over the howl of the wind.

"I'll say!" Nura shouts over the wind's roar.

Her hair is whipping around madly like snakes on Medusa's head...without the Medusa and snakes, that is. She's laughing in her brimming, joyous laughter, one hand gripping the side of the car door, the other holding onto the edge of her seat, her eyes large and enthralled.

Ben threw it into a higher gear as the car roared down the road. He was grinning.

"Highway turn off in twenty minutes," reported the car in Ben's voice and he reluctantly downshifted a little.

"Don't want to run off the road," he said, roaring around a large graceful turn.

Nura's a little dissappointed when Ben downshifts the speed, but she understands that they need to keep safe, and safe is kosher as far as she's ever known.

"Grindwump!" she mock-whines anyways, grin broadening a couple molars as the car continues to peel down the road at high speeds (but not as high as they had been a few secons ago.)

Ben laughed as he cruised along at 240. "Definitely like this. I remember driving along like this with Max and Gwen when we were kids."

All too soon, the car shifted down to a much slower pace as he took the turn off and swung back onto the roads. "At least we know it's really fast," offered Ben.

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"Mmm, really?" She turns her head towards him, head tilted, long hair swaying slightly in the breeze coming from outside. "Classic road trip antics, or did you run into the Big Baddies like you told me about before?"

She giggles lightly. "That's true."

"Ah it was the Best Summer Ever when I first got the Omnitrix," said Ben as he pulled down a corner and eased around it. "Back then, it was just me, Gwen, Grandpa Max and Kevin trying to kill me once in a while. Vilgax and Animo, those were the simple days."

"Kinda miss those, but that's the past."

Nura arches a brow with a quizzical expression. "Your friend Kevin tried to kill you?"

"Yeah, he and I were enemies, maybe more like rivals by now. Friends now actually come to think about it." Ben shrugged as he slowed to a stop in front of the Mr. Smoothie, the environs still empty but it was Ben's unofficial base of operations.

"When I first met him, he was an angry kid, had run away from his mom. His dad's a plumber, or was anyhow, and he was trying to make it on his own. He had this ability to siphon energy from anything, and he got a taste of the energy coming from the watch. Too much though was taken the next time, and it turned him into an alien freak, which he blamed me for. He managed to regain his humanity, and since then, has only absorbed metals and stuff to make body armor."

(ooc: replies might be slow. I woke up with sore hands)

Edited 2010-04-30 18:50 (UTC)

Nura folds her arms and leans back into her seat. "So he becomes whatever he comes in physical contact with?" Wouldn't Querl just love to meet Kevin, then.

"Well kind of. You know, I've never quite asked him what kind alien his dad was, or Max either." Said Ben, shrugging. "Kevin's always been kind of tight lipped about his family at times. Especially when Ragnarok came around. He fought him all by himself, kept myself and Gwen out of it."

She nods in understanding. "My husband is the same way." All she really knows about Querl's parents is that his mother would certainly not approve of his taking a Naltorian for a bride.

Ben grinned at that as he opened the window on his side. "Yeah, we've got an interesting friendship going on there. Although it went through some rocky stuff a while ago."

"You two worked it all out, then?"

If it were not for the fact that he had a similar power and the fact that Chris had seen talking dinosaurs in his very first day aboard Stacey, she he was oddly used to strange accurances in his life. He gave a greeting before walking over to the other person. "Uh, hi. I'm Chris."

Looking over, Ben grinned at him. "Hey there," said the alien in a squeaky voice. "I'm Ben."

He thumped the side of the ship and added, "You come to check out the vehicles here?"

"Pretty much, yeah." He really didn't think much as to why he was at the vehicle bay other than to find his motorcycle. "I'm Chris. You haven't seen any motorcycles in this place have you?"

"There's a row of them over there," said Ben as he pointed and detransformed as he pointed. "Most of the cycles are parked together."

"Thanks." Chris was never good at meeting new people but tried his best not to feel embarassed. "That's some power. I wasn't expecting that you were human. Uh, no offense taken."

"Heh, yeah I'm human. Got a alien for a grandma but pretty much human," replied Ben.

Chris had a slight smile to that. "I wished that was the weirdest thing I've heard but... someone here once punched out a dinosaur so. I've oddly gotten used to stuff aboard Stacey. How about you?"

"S'okay. I'm kinda bored from the lack of action but that's where the sensoriums come up," replied Ben with a shrug of his shoulders. "I've been calling up some of my old foes and beating them down once in a while."

Chris thought to himself for seocnd. "How does that work, exactly? I mean... Are they as smart as what you're used to?"

"Eh more or less. I mean, the sensoriums work from your memories right? So basically they act the same way I always remember them."

Shutting off the engine and pocketing the keys, he shrugged as he turned off his player. "Basically it's enough that I've got a holographic version of my friends."

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2/2 oops!

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sorry. lj hates me.

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Sorry for the 2 icon-less posts.

No prob. sorry for the day late post ^_^;;

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