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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:

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.

“Okay. Just around a few blocks and back here. Only rule is no flying since I can only glide. Is that fair?” He said at the imaginary starting line, roaring his engine a few times as a sort of mocking gesture. He was for sure this wasn’t going to end up like his last race experience since he actually knew this person.

“Of course. The only air-time allowed is if you jump over a ramp.” He nodded, wheeling his bike up next to Brooklyn’s so they were evenly matched. “Ready…” Chip gripped his handlebars tightly, the determination to win written clearly all over his face. “Set…” He glanced aside to the gargoyle and shot him a cocky expression. His engine roared like a wild beast as he revved it. “Go!”

Right when Chip said ‘Go!’ He immediately started his bike forward up the street, at first getting ahead of Chip, but knowing what the others bike had up his sleeve, tgis gargoyle was guessing that he was up for a future surprise. Even with this thought in mind, he mainly Just Wanted To have a good time with his new friend.

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:

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.

The gargoyle nodded with a smirk and went to get the gas can so he could full up the motorcycle. Once it was full, he went to start the engine and with small surprise, he grinned when the engine started smoothly. “Lex is so going to love to see this…” He then looked up at Chip with another smirk.

“Wanna race around?”

The sound of the engine roaring to life was music to Chip’s ears. “Gotta test that baby somehow, right? Sure, as long as we don’t get the fuzz on our tails this time.” He snickered and folded his arms, staring down at the gargoyle. Chip headed on outside, sat down on his motorcycle and kicked up the stand. “Ready to roll when you are!”

“Okay. Just around a few blocks and back here. Only rule is no flying since I can only glide. Is that fair?” He said at the imaginary starting line, roaring his engine a few times as a sort of mocking gesture. He was for sure this wasn’t going to end up like his last race experience since he actually knew this person.

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:

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.

He wiped his face from what sweat he made and smiled at their progress on the now finished bike. Thanks to Chip, he can now show off the new bike to Lexington in a way to say he was sorry about the first one being wrecked due to his screw up adventure with Demona. “I really appreciate you helping me with this bike, Chip.”

At the question about his jacket, he looked down at the material. “When me and my brothers were assembling the last bike, I was poking around a few places and found this jacket just lying around. No one was around it so I just took it.” He chuckled a bit.

“You just snatched it, huh? Nice.” Chip grit his teeth and emitted a small groan as he pulled hard on the spanner, tightening up the last bolt. And with that, the bike was complete. He set the spanner down on the ground and stood up to fully admire their creation. “Man, this is one mighty-fine ride if I do say so myself.” Chip was grinning like mad, chest filled with pride at the beautiful bike. “Say we fill ‘er up and see if that engine purrs?”

The gargoyle nodded with a smirk and went to get the gas can so he could full up the motorcycle. Once it was full, he went to start the engine and with small surprise, he grinned when the engine started smoothly. “Lex is so going to love to see this…” He then looked up at Chip with another smirk.

“Wanna race around?”

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:

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.

He picked up a screw driver and a welding mask as well that was designed for his beak. “Lets go.”

With the two of them working together and Brooklyn following the wolf man’s commands, they were able to make some great progress with these next few hours.

In a matter of hours the two of them had managed to almost fully assemble the engine of Brooklyn’s new bike. Having finished welding one last part, he flicked off his welding torch and lifted his mask. “Whew. That just about does it.” He sighed lightly, pausing to wipe the sweat from his brow. All that was left to do was to bolt the last piece in place, fill the tank with gas and fire it up. The wolf grabbed a spanner and a few bolts as he got to work finishing the job.

“So, I’ve been meaning to say. I really like how that jacket looks on you.” Chip remarked while tightening on the first bolt, referring to the black leather jacket the gargoyle wore. “Mind if I ask where you got it from?”

He wiped his face from what sweat he made and smiled at their progress on the noe finished bike. Thanks to Chip, he can now show off the new bike to Lexington in a way to say he was sorry about the first one being wrecked due to his screw up adventure with Demona. “I really appreciate you helping me with this bike, Chip.”

At the question about his jacket, he looked down at the material. “When me and my brothers were assembling the last bike, I was poking around a few places and found this jacket just lying around. No one was around it so I just took it.” He chuckled a bit.

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.

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.

He picked up a screw driver and a welding mask as well that was designed for his beak. “Lets go.”

With the two of them working together and Brooklyn following the wolf man’s comnands, they were able to make some great progress with these next few hours.

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:

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.

He smiled to the wolf man and went over. “So how much do you think we can get done tonight. No rush, but I just need to be back at my place before sunrise.”

Chip looked down at the bag of parts the gargoyle had scavenged, then back to the unfinished bike. “Seeing what you got already, I think I’ll be able to get the engine up and running.” He got to his feet and and glanced around at the garage. “Mind pointing out where your tools are?”

He went over to a bench to show off the tools nessecary to assemble the bike. There were more on the floor around the bike. “Here you go.”

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:

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.

chip-of-ror:

The gargoyle nodded. “Just trying to replicate what I saw my brother do a few months or so back.” He sat the bag of supplies down and opened it to show off the parts he had collected. “You think you could help me with this, chip?”

Chip got down on one knee and gave the bike’s framework a closer look. “Hmmm, it’s gonna take some doing… but I can get this thing up and running.” He turned back to Brooklyn and gave him a thumbs up.

He smiled to the wolf man and went over. “So how much do you think we can get done tonight. No rush, but I just need to be back at my place before sunrise.”

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:

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.

chip-of-ror:

“That had literally got to be one of the coolest things I have seen in this century.” The gargoyle said after the landing and drive up to the garage on the deserted street. When the coast was clear, he turned off the bike and got off of it to then open up the garage door. Inside there would be a partially assembled bike in the middle that was obvious it had a long way to go before it was rideable.

Once the gargoyle got off the bike, Chip pulled the lever back and the glider automatically folded up and retracted into it’s storage space. He kicked up the bike stand and climbed off to get a closer look at the work-in-progress. “Building a new one from scratch, huh?” The canine walked closer to the unfinished construction, examining it from all sides.

The gargoyle nodded. “Just trying to replicate what I saw my brother do a few months or so back.” He sat the bag of supplies down and opened it to show off the parts he had collected. “You think you could help me with this, chip?”

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:

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.

This was still kind of breathtaking to see since he has never seen a machine like this could fly. This couldn’t last though since he needed to get to the garage. “There’s a clear spot right there. We should land right around there that would get us to the garage.” He started looked at the controls on the bike.

“How do we land this thing?”

“Hold on, I got you covered.” Chip reached over Brooklyn’s shoulder again and pulled a lever on the opposite side from the one that released the glider sail. The glider’s angle adjusted and the bike dipped forward, swooping steadily downward towards the empty clearing on the ground. Just before they touched back down to earth, the wolf pulled the lever back, straightening them out as the bike’s tyres landed on the pavement with a soft thud.

“That had literally got to be one of the coolest things I have seen in this century.” The gargoyle said after the landing and drive up to the garage on the deserted street. When the coast was clesr, he turned off the bike and got off of it to then open up the garage door. Inside there would be a partially assembled bike in the middle that was obvious it had a long way to go before it was rideable.

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:

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.

chip-of-ror:

Flying was not a few thing to him then again he can’t fly but only glide on wind cycles that allows him to fly around, but a flying machine like this was a completely new thing to him. “Holy…what kind of bike is this?!” There was no fear in his voice as the police car lost their trail, growing smaller as they glided on. Oh man Lex was going to have a field day if he find out about this!

The bike soared high above the busy streets below, gliding effortlessly over buildings and busy streets. “The kind that mystifies onlookers, that’s what.” The wolf gave a laugh and turned to look down at the ground below, where a fair few people had stopped for a moment to witness the flying motorcycle sail on overhead. This being NYC of course, the people didn’t give them much thought and simply reckoned it was part of some promotional stunt.

This was still kind of breathtaking to see since he has never seen a machine luke this could fly. This couldn’t last though since he needed to get to the garage. “Theres a clear spot right there. We should land right around there that would get us to the garage.” He started looked at the controls on the bike.

“How do we land this thing?”