Verso hadn't been watching the road, either, too busy taking stock of her miming and rationalizing what it could mean. And then it simply happens, so quick that that he cannot understand what is happening, merely the fact that it should not be happening.
The SUV careens off the road, and the newfound terrain is so jostling that it's a wonder he doesn't bruise for how tossed about they are. No time to even parse the fact that they're about to slam into a tree, much less exclaim a harried warning. A disturbing crunch of metal and a sudden stop, whip-like. Such violent forward movement halting, at the mercy of a stubborn tree, and all that leftover velocity ricochets within the vehicle itself... and the passengers within.
Had Verso even buckled his seat belt? How irresponsible of Yom Crook to not explain that much to him—never mind that he chose a motorcycle instead—and how lucky(?) that Kimiko's arm does the job well enough, or at least well enough to keep him from flying out of the windshield and onto the road.
But.
The poor fool had still lurched forward, that much unavoidable, slamming his head very hard against the dashboard. Another loud crack had ensued, the sound lost in the overall chaos. The, ah, consequences are clear, though. It's impossible not to note how he's slumped over, face still planted above the glove compartment, face trickling blood, and unresponsive.
Dead? Unconscious? Merely dazed and confused? Who knows!]
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That's not ideal.
Verso hadn't been watching the road, either, too busy taking stock of her miming and rationalizing what it could mean. And then it simply happens, so quick that that he cannot understand what is happening, merely the fact that it should not be happening.
The SUV careens off the road, and the newfound terrain is so jostling that it's a wonder he doesn't bruise for how tossed about they are. No time to even parse the fact that they're about to slam into a tree, much less exclaim a harried warning. A disturbing crunch of metal and a sudden stop, whip-like. Such violent forward movement halting, at the mercy of a stubborn tree, and all that leftover velocity ricochets within the vehicle itself... and the passengers within.
Had Verso even buckled his seat belt? How irresponsible of Yom Crook to not explain that much to him—never mind that he chose a motorcycle instead—and how lucky(?) that Kimiko's arm does the job well enough, or at least well enough to keep him from flying out of the windshield and onto the road.
But.
The poor fool had still lurched forward, that much unavoidable, slamming his head very hard against the dashboard. Another loud crack had ensued, the sound lost in the overall chaos. The, ah, consequences are clear, though. It's impossible not to note how he's slumped over, face still planted above the glove compartment, face trickling blood, and unresponsive.
Dead? Unconscious? Merely dazed and confused? Who knows!]