On A Razr's Edge
It felt like days while she fell, but inevitably, reality checked her with an update as the pavement brought her body to a messy halt.
The sky was at a very odd angle today, but a surprisingly clear blue she mused. Grey fog was creeping in from the sides as things got dark, and she felt a bit sad for Jun who'd have to make his way home through that today.
There wasn't much light left when a pale figure came into her peripheral vision with a cool looking cane. Who knew they sold walking sticks with mantis blades in them?
The figure motioned at her; beckoning, or a friendly wave perhaps? She tried to be polite with the last air in her mangled lungs and whispered out "Hello, 'm Moto..."
The figure startled, and let out a ghastly scream. "Oh, shit! I've heard the vets mention these. No way I'm dealing with that kind of paperwork. Uh, Er, ok, those arms are aftermarket parts, yeah... lets say they took the blow, and the rest of you was just scratched. That should be a small enough retcon to hide from accounting."
She wiggled and flopped a bit before figuring out how to get her feet under herself, and started making her way to the van. Man, Vik was gonna be disappointed dadding so much at her later.