Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

“Only seems fair I meet these brothers of yours.” Chip shrugged and climbed back onto his trusty bike. With a rev or two of the engine, he raced on after his friend, though making sure not to attract any attention from the cops this time. No way he wanted to make that three nights in a row of being spotted.

The gargoyle did take note of this and was going down the normal speed till they finally got to a neighborhood while slightly unpopulated at this time of night, there were things to come up during the night. Brooklyn motioned the other to park his bike at this alley way and cover it with either a tarp or a blanket. “This neighborhood usually has crime written on it with buglaries and mugging. No terrorist like threats around here so it’s within our zone.”