“Siii siiisters o... wel.. Al...right, but can you have s-s-s-s-someone haul this car away? I don’t want cops bugging me about a car they can’t sca..scan sitting in my dddddddriveway.” Roadkill politely cautioned, he was referring to the year 2055’s cops. A different breed of law enforcement than yesteryear, cops now have identity concealing armor and scanners that can get an entire dossier on anyone caring a valid idea on them just by looking at their face. As a result, having one’s ID was mandatory and started as soon as a citizen turned 8. The scanner does the same for license plates, so it would look very fishy, not to mention illegal for one such car to be in one’s yard.
The car ride was short and sweet, but an awkward silence filled the vehicle. Roadkill tried asking Viper some questions to get to know her better, but Viper wasn’t in too talkative a mood.
“So...... That raccoon girl you were talking too. You and her close?” the skunk asked, but Viper was silent, not wanting to let on any potential weaknesses. Sure Roadkill was trying to help, but he was not doing much of anything back when her spine was had a bullet in it and she was crawling for her life. “Huh... well... how l-l-l-long are you go-o-oing to be cra-a-ashing?”
“Not long.” Viper said coldly, as she yawned “Do you have any books on the Sisters Of Yig?” she demanded to know.
“N-no.... I..i.. ha-ha...ve... ne.. never hea..heard of that parti..p... particular se-su.. sect” Roadkill stated, he sounded a little nervous, his voice was also high pitched with some spacing in between. Which was to expected of someone who hadn’t spoken a word in ages. Viper was visibly annoyed at his answer. “Yig..gg.... tha..that’s a Lo-o-ove CRAFT ian... Snaake Daemon riii-ight?”
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