|Sengoku Horizon||Help Search Members Calendar Affiliates Shoutbox|
|Welcome Guest ( Log In | Register )||Resend Validation Email|
Posted: Jun 13 2017, 08:58 AM
Member No.: 77
Joined: 24-June 16
Bu sat in the library with her nose in a textbook. Some might think that this was out of character for her. Those people would be correct. From the right angle, it could be seen that inside the math textbook was actually a magazine catalogue with motorcycles and parts in it. That pen she held to her lips was not being used to highlight problems but to circle prospective purchases and that intense look of concentration was her building a budget.
She'd had to give up her old bike on coming to this school, passing it down to the new commander like the previous commander had passed down to her. And her bike from before was long gone. She hadn't really expected to ever need a new one which was, admittedly, foolish. Certainly she hadn't expected to need one so soon. Without a bike, Bu felt trapped, moreso than she already was. A bike meant freedom, even if you never did go riding off into the sunset to disappear forever, the fact that you could was all you needed to make staying a little more bearable.
She underlined the price of a body that she thought looked pretty good, the trick was finding one that she could comfortably straddle as well as lean against. No weird angles or boxy dsigns, she wanted it smooth, sleek, and aerodynamic. Speed was nice, especially if you could get that good kick off that threw you back into yourself, but more importantly was the look of it right now. She didn't expect races on the street or crazy chases in the night, she expected an attack to come while she was doing nothing on campus. Any danger would be coming to her so souping up the engine into something special could wait until later.
A few banners and flags would bring the whole thing together but she was a ronin now, a girl without a gang. She'd have to join a new gang which was not her scene, or start a new gang among the preppy nobles and wannabe heroes of the academy. That was just as unappetizing. Maybe she ought to check the history of her new legacy. She was a sion now, whatever that meant for her. Perhaps there'd be some thing in history to give her an idea what she should do, but she didn't feel optimistic about it. Nobody in history rode motorcycles and did anything cool.