Who: Mikhail, OPEN! When: Mid-Afternoon Oct 29, 2013 Where: A street (Responder's choice!) What: Mikhail rides his motorcyle Rating: PG-13 OPEN
Ilyana slept, and Mikhail took his just-arrived bike for a spin. He sighed at the sight of normalcy, his one personal effect having shown up. He was glad. Ilyana received more upon the magical appearance of their things than he had--but Mikhail had very little. What else had shown up included his various military uniforms and awards, pins in boxes, and his obscenely large gun collection. Though, upon counting, he was sad to find it only covered about one quarter of the set. Such a shame...Oh, well. They were really for decorative and collective purposes--the gun he chose to use never left his person.
Pulling on his helmet as he stepped outside, Mikhail zipped up his leather jacket and swung a leg over the Harley, the bike bouncing slightly under his weight as he settled onto the long seat which could typically hold two. For a moment he just sat there, leaning back comfortably with his hands gathered against his lap as if to set his balance. He sighed, then leaned forward and turned the machine on. It roared to life with a heavy thrust of his foot down onto the starting peg that cranked below his weight. V-VR-VROOM VROOM-ROOM-ROOM!! It was a good sound, and he smiled, right hand reaching up to flick down the face protector upon his helmet, other foot taking itself off of the earth as the bike launched off.