Originally Posted by
Terumitsu
[On A Mission Of MERC-See]
The sound of the engine was unpleasant to her ears, half the reason why they were flat against her head. Travel should not be this loud or this fast without, like, teleportation involved or something! Or maybe flying carpets. Either way, Alva was sitting shotgun as Victor drove. Leg room was at a premium even before having to account for about six more tails than the expected amount in these things and it was all she could do to keep from looking entirely like a slightly disgruntled ball of fluff. At least their cargo didn't have to worry about much other than what would elicit the occasional 'Slosh.'
At least she knew better than to ask 'are we there yet.' What she probably didn't know better was to ask: "So, other than going fast, can you do anything else special in these things?" because all that loud noise and sudden stopping and starting—at least, it was to her given her decided familiarity to engines with four legs that ran on hay or oats—was a decidedly unpleasant experience. Central heating, though, was something she was one hundred percent in favor of.