It should be, unless you're slow. I can't speak for your speed here.
[ This looks like a man who has not seen the light of day in ten years or so, but even good ol' Leo with his burger diet and lack of routine exercise can run like the dickens when some other New York threat is trying to murder him. ]
[ Final Fantasy VII Reduce, where the reduction is Vincent's speed when he becomes playable... tragic.
But she nods, arms at the ready to. Latch onto his neck, I guess??
She'll weigh about what one would expect a 5'2" lady to weigh, for all of a second, but then it's like her weight diminishes greatly in the following second. It's fine. ]
So, what am I supposed to call my temporary husband?
As he does lift her into his arms bridal style, he does pause for a fraction, startled by the abrupt lack of weight. That's not normal, thinks the guy that treats gravity like a fucking joke.]
[Arms engaged? Check. Tempwaifu held securely? Check.
Vincent settles into the line up with other racers. Lowkey, he realizes how goofy as hell this is, but at the end of the day he was in a Yugi-Oh subplot so he doesn't get to cherry pick silly sidequests fuck you Vincent Valentine it's just a game and will only take a few minutes of his time. So he prepares himself before he hears the countdown, then--
He takes off, alarmingly fast, not unlike the way a predator in the wild moves so swiftly after their prey. Suffice it to say, Vincent is easily outpacing the average human NPC here.]
[ I need to be filled in on this Yu-Gi-Oh subplot immediately Well! She'd gone for this to figure out what kind of people she might be dealing with here, and this is definitely an eye-opener.
This is not typical human speed, for starters. Even with how light she is currently. There's a strength to his movements, an assured swiftness--trained fighter, maybe, but also there's something that feels distinctly non-human about it.
Well, not like that's anything new for her, in her line of work, and she maintains a steady but confident grip that he isn't going to drop her.
These poor NPCs. ]
You didn't strike me as actually competitive. [ Her bad. ]
[lmao no he's not going to slow down, Vincent is a touch more competitive than he likes to let on. It's not a problem he can stop anytime he wants!
By this point, he's yards and yards ahead of the other racers who, frankly, probably are already deciding that maybe second place is Good Enough. What's the prize even? PRIDE.]
"Victory drinks" sound a lot better than "better luck next time" drinks, don't you think?
[ So, yeah. Despite the sass, Chain's preferred method of competition consists of calmly decimating her opponent without mercy. So if he leaves all these poor schmucks in the dust, oh well! ]
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[ This looks like a man who has not seen the light of day in ten years or so, but even good ol' Leo with his burger diet and lack of routine exercise can run like the dickens when some other New York threat is trying to murder him. ]
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[look he still has the status of an NPC which means he can run ahead of Cloud's party he is SO fast]
Do I have permission to pick you up, then?
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But she nods, arms at the ready to. Latch onto his neck, I guess??
She'll weigh about what one would expect a 5'2" lady to weigh, for all of a second, but then it's like her weight diminishes greatly in the following second. It's fine. ]
So, what am I supposed to call my temporary husband?
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As he does lift her into his arms bridal style, he does pause for a fraction, startled by the abrupt lack of weight. That's not normal, thinks the guy that treats gravity like a fucking joke.]
Vincent.
You?
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Chain.
[ This is not an "old ball-and-chain" joke, though it'd at least be thematically appropriate. ]
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Mm.
[He nods to her, simply accepting the name.]
Hold on to me.
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All right, hubby. Wow me.
[ She says this with the most perfect poker face. Of course. ]
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Vincent settles into the line up with other racers. Lowkey, he realizes how goofy as hell this is, but at the end of the day
he was in a Yugi-Oh subplot so he doesn't get to cherry pick silly sidequests fuck you Vincent Valentineit's just a game and will only take a few minutes of his time. So he prepares himself before he hears the countdown, then--He takes off, alarmingly fast, not unlike the way a predator in the wild moves so swiftly after their prey. Suffice it to say, Vincent is easily outpacing the average human NPC here.]
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I need to be filled in on this Yu-Gi-Oh subplot immediatelyWell! She'd gone for this to figure out what kind of people she might be dealing with here, and this is definitely an eye-opener.This is not typical human speed, for starters. Even with how light she is currently. There's a strength to his movements, an assured swiftness--trained fighter, maybe, but also there's something that feels distinctly non-human about it.
Well, not like that's anything new for her, in her line of work, and she maintains a steady but confident grip that he isn't going to drop her.
These poor NPCs. ]
You didn't strike me as actually competitive. [ Her bad. ]
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[lmao no he's not going to slow down, Vincent is a touch more competitive than he likes to let on. It's not a problem he can stop anytime he wants!
By this point, he's yards and yards ahead of the other racers who, frankly, probably are already deciding that maybe second place is Good Enough. What's the prize even? PRIDE.]
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[ So, yeah. Despite the sass, Chain's preferred method of competition consists of calmly decimating her opponent without mercy. So if he leaves all these poor schmucks in the dust, oh well! ]