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He suddenly vanished into the dark tomb, reappearing shortly after pushing a large... black and rusted thing out with him. He hadn't had much time lately for the device, but it seemed roaring and eager to get out and about. Hopefully that meant it would put up with a couple passengers? They had to get out somehow. He kicked the stand out, but the headlight flared like a single evil, anxious eye as he turned to Amrita with a nervous smile, signing, "This-is-Chopper," He spelled the name out letter-by-letter. "Want-to-go-for-a-ride?"

"I-built-it," Christof grinned, patting the dark patchworked leather seat before swinging a leg up and over onto it in what he felt was a very suave way.

Chopper, meanwhile, gave an ominous growl of whirling engine, headlight swiveling to shine directly at Amrita critically. There was the sound of groaning metal, but so far it stayed in place.

The hunchback patted the seat behind him, motioning for her to get on as well.

He waited until she was properly set, twisting to sign one last, "Hang-on-tight" before taking the horn-like handles of the creation and revving it to life.

The first time he had tried to ride Chopper, it had not ended well. The second time.... well, he had hung on for a bit longer. The third time they had both met some sort of conclusion. This was the first time he was chancing any sort of passenger.

It wasn't until the metal beast kicked to life with a rumbling roar, leaping forward like a race horse out of the gate and through the graveyard did it even occur to him he probably should have gotten her a helmet.

It was all Christof could do to hold on as the creature raced between the headstones, hitting a low, sloped tomb before ramping into the air, clearing the jagged, rain and age bleached fence and hit the path beyond. Frantically, he tried to squeeze the break, but that only resulted in the Chopper bucking and bouncing, as though indignant that he had DARED try to get even more to try to ride it.

But he was it's Creator, was he not? It HAD to obey him. That's how it worked, didn't it? Hell's Bells, this was more problematic than a haunted Hex-box game system. At least it seemed to be swerving towards the campus gates. With less possible obstacles in the way, the hunchback relaxed a bit, letting the machine get it out of it's system. It was a lovely afternoon, anyway, the wind cool, the sun a nice eery orange, the misty clouds just wispy enough.... And Amrita clinging tightly to his back as they went *where ever they wanted*.

It was all going smoothly, the wind whipping past them soothingly until Amrita asked her question. He glanced around his hunch, and that seemed to be what the device needed to suddenly buck and lurch, popping a sudden wheely before rolling viciously like a tripped horse that had HAD ENOUGH of being ridden.

Christof gave a muffled yelp, rolling frantically to wrap his arms around her before her poor delicate body sustained any more damage.

By the time they stopped rolling, sprawled out in the grass beside the road, the Chopper had landed back on it's wheels, headlight flaring before it zoomed off... without them.

The hunchback groaned.

Christof had sat up, quickly trying to dig out his needle and thread from his pocket with a remorseful whine in his throat... at least until she started speaking. His brows raised, his face going beat-color. "Huuuuummm?" He managed, voice waving as he held the spool out toward her anxiously. A free hand rubbed the back of his head where his pony tail had started to come free. So much for careful grooming.

He grunted and nodded, trying to tuck the stray hairs back behind his ear before turning to watch the motorbike vanish in the distance. He sighed. They could keep walking, he supposed... but the effect had been ruined.

Drat.

Well... "If-we-wait.... perhaps-it-will-tire-out-and-come-back?" He signed slowly. It would at least give him a moment to... restitch her a bit and... talk. Maybe. They were secluded here by the roadside for now, anyway.

His expression looked nervous as he sat and motioned for her to do the same, threading his needle afresh before peering to her leg. "May-ask-questions. Will-do-best-to-answer." He signed back once that was done, still failing to meet her gaze.