taxonomites | V. [ location: sunnydale beach ] was searching for that something.

The party seemed to be winding down. So just as he had promised, Peter went back into the fray of people and found Max. With a playful grin he led her to the back of the foyer of Magnus's Sanctuary and down the stairs that led to the garage. He had no idea which bike was her's, so he let her handle finding it as he set the gates to open so they could leave. Peter had a rather childlike grin as he slipped onto the bike behind Max, following her instructions on how to operate it. It wasn't like Peter had driven a motorcycle before.

It was rather successful as they ended up driving out of the Sanctuary's front yard and gates, turning to go down on the roads of Taxon. The night air was crisp and the eerie feeling that the city gave on Halloween seemed to fit. At least their captors had a good sense of theatrics, he supposed. Rubbing in the sense of irony, as Peter tended to do, the two ended up at the Sunnydale Beach. Because clearly, going to a beach on Halloween was the best of ideas.

The two pulled up on the bike and Peter put his feet on the ground to stop it. He tilted his hat up to look at her with a triumphant and somewhat cocky grin, though he looked up at the eerie moon as well. This place was just down right creepy at night like this.

[ ooc; open to everyone~ Max will be glitching in the thread into a mermaid. So feel free to reply to this post with noticing the mermaid antics going on! Car will be throwing up tags to it. There's a part of the thread that's marked as [VISUAL] to show when it kicks in for you guys.

Also EPICALLY BACKDATED to the end of the party on Halloween. ]

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"Maybe the rest of the night at most." Peter smiled. "At least you look nice as a mermaid."

"Thanks," she said, managing a smile. "At least I didn't dress as a cat."

There was a pause before he snorted. "Then you'd really purr."

She rolled her eyes, then leaned forward and gave him a shove.

Peter grinned, falling backwards onto his rear. He turned and sit next to her, looking at her tail then up at her again.

"Guess we need to figure out what to do."

"No clue. Not like I can do a whole lot of moving around while I'm like this."

She sighed, leaning against him a bit and giving him a weak smile. "At least the joyride was fun while it lasted."

Peter chuckled, taking his hat off and holding it in his hands. At first he looked at the sky for a long moment before looking back at her. He smiled at her leaning against him. Someone trusted him at least.

"I can take you back to the Sanctuary."

"How?" She couldn't really see how unless they drove back the way they'd came, but she wasn't really thrilled about the idea of getting scales all over her baby. Nor was she crazy about the idea of leaving her bike there. It was a matter of choosing the lesser of two evils, it seemed, unless Peter had a better idea.

Peter really wished he had the ability to teleport right now. "We'll put the jacket on the bike. I can drive you back."

You sure about that?

"Same way as before? Or do you want me riding on the back?"

"Riding on the back would probably be better. I'll go slow." Peter glanced over at the bike then at her. "I won't bang up the bike. Promise."

"All right," she reluctantly agreed.

She remembered the transgenics she, Logan, Alec, and Asha had helped save from White a few months back and idly wondered how long she'd be able to go without water.

Peter put his hat on her head then slowly stood, picking her up as best as he could. It didn't take too long to reach the bike thankfully. He nodded for her to put the coat down on the bike so that he could put her down.

She did, slipping the jacket off and setting it over the back seat of the bike.

Peter carefully put her on the bike then slipped in front of her. He glanced over his shoulder at her, waiting until she had wrapped her arms around her. He took in a deep breath then kicked the kickstand up. Peter also kept glancing down at the ground to make sure her fins weren't skidding across the pavement.

Max had her arms locked around Peter's waist, nodding to him to start the bike. The fins were a little tricky, but she was being careful and knew he would be, too.

Peter nodded again then revved the bike up. Once the engine started, he rounded the bike and started back towards the Sanctuary. Hopefully it wouldn't take that long to get back.

There wasn't much else Max could do except hold on and try to keep her tail under control, so she just held on tight and hoped they would get to the Sanctuary soon. She'd probably have to be dropped off in a shower or something once they got there.

The bike swerved to a halt and Peter stopped. He looked up at the moon, then glanced around. He could of sworn he thought he heard something howling. Werewolves...?

...Okay, why had he stopped?

"Uh, Peter?" Max tapped him on the shoulder. "We're kind of on our way somewhere?"

"Just thought I heard something is all." Peter said softly, shaking his head. "Sorry."

Max nodded slowly, still frowning in confusion. "Okay."

"...Where were we going again?"

Okay, that wasn't a good sign...

"Back to the Sanctuary? You do remember what that is, right?"

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"Yeah, of course I do." He glanced over her his shoulder at her and tried to offer up a smile.

It faded though and something looked a bit different in his eyes. Nothing malicious or the like. It just didn't seem like Peter.

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