Verity: Admit it, you're only working on this to avoid burying yourself in the drama that is your other stories.

Daichi: They aren't all filled with drama! Mostly the ones currently written into a corner, but still-

Verity: You can use them as evidence the day you figure out how to continue them.

BlackGatomon: So glad she doesn't own these things. Otherwise… well… yeah.

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Sissel did not know where the parts for the newly uncovered motorcycle came from. Sissel did not want to know where the motorcycle parts came from. So long as nobody ended up dead, he didn't particularly care, either.

Admittedly, someone ending up dead seemed fairly likely, if only because Lynne was starting to take an interest in the bike. And Sissel didn't think he'd ever seen her on a normal bicycle before, let alone one of these.

Not that it would be completed anytime soon. And completion was going to be delayed by one simple fact.

Yusei was leaving. Sissel wasn't sure why, just that he was. Odds were he wouldn't be coming back for quite some time, if at all. It was too bad, really. While they'd never had a chance to talk, he liked Yusei. The man seemed responsible enough, and had a working sense of self-preservation. Not enough people had that these days.

So maybe he was a little bitter. Back before ending up here, he'd used to go entire days without having to drag Lynne out of one mess or another, sometimes weeks. What he wouldn't give to have that back.

I'll miss having someone sensible around, He mused. Lynne, to her credit, didn't visibly react. So she'd at least caught on to that part. And it had only taken the better part of two weeks.

What about me?

Did you or didn't you slip and fall off a roof because you thought you'd spotted a quarter? Lynne didn't respond. I thought so.

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Despite Yusei's absence and Sissel's misgivings, the motorcycle was eventually completed. And painted, although nobody was entirely sure who decided to make it look like a streak of flames other than that it was probably an unconscious effort.

Sissel, having had access to Lynne's thoughts on occasion, could confirm that she, at least, thought it was awesome. Which was a bad sign. The more caught up on how cool something was, the more likely Lynne was to let down her guard and die horribly.

Not that she needed to let down her guard for that. It was like the world was out to get her some days. Most days. All the time.

Though Sissel's presence probably didn't help, given that she'd stopped caring after a point. Once she'd become inured to death- far too quickly, really- keeping her alive became that much harder.

Which was why her excitement about the motorcycle worried him. While it did possess a core- really, if he wanted, he could probably control the whole thing- he just hoped his first experiment would not be because of Lynne's continual misfortune.

"So, who's going to test it out first?" The smallest of the humans asked. "Lynne, do you want a go?"

Today was not a good day.

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How? How is it that you can drive so well, when you can't take a simple walk without dying? Sissel supposed he should have been happy. This meant less work for him, after all. But it still made no sense.

I'm not sure. It just happened, really. Which both of them were aware was no answer at all. Given their lack of any other sort of applicable skills that didn't involve time travel, they'd take it. Are you complaining?

Of course not. He wouldn't complaining about his job- keep the people he cared about alive- suddenly becoming so much easier. Worst case scenario, just stick Lynne on her bike and hope she could ride it out.

...Probably not the best idea. But it was better than the alternative.

"Wow, that was amazing, Lynne!" The smallest human ran up to her. Sissel had never bothered to actually remember his name… or anyone's name, for that matter. They weren't that important, really, beyond actually having working senses of self-preservation.

"You… you really think so?" Sissel, what do I do?

How am I supposed to know? I'm a cat. Lynne rolled her eyes. The other human didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah! Are you sure it was your first time on a Runner?" Well, given that whole amnesia thing, that would be pretty hard to answer

"I… think so? Maybe? I'm not sure…" Sissel?

I've never seen you on one, but then, I never actually lived with you. Not that he was entirely sure this particular type of motorcycle even existed where they came from, but that was besides the point.

I don't think it is. Right. One of these days, he would learn to stop thinking before something came up that he didn't actually want to say. Today was not that day.

Unusual talent or not, he couldn't help but think that them letting her keep the bike was a recipe for disaster if he ever heard one. Bad enough the trouble that she got to on her own, but if she could drive straight into it…

I knew you cared!

It's not like that's much of a secret or anything.

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Time it took Lynne to get into her first Runner-related disaster? Three days. It seemed she just couldn't stay out of trouble.

Of course, given that she'd spent almost the entire three days testing out the bike, it was really only a matter of time. And since, thanks to the tests, it had been a whole three days since her last death, Sissel didn't even mind. It had been relaxing.

I swear, Lynne, one of these days I actually will find out if a ghost can have a heart attack. It took him a few moments to realize that she didn't get the whole joke- it had been made before they came to the Satellite.

...He needed to get them home somehow. If only to find people who would understand properly.

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Daichi: Being friends with Lynne is stressful. For fairly obvious reasons. Hopefully we will be getting out of the Satellite soon.