Amélie Roxanne Blaze. Call me Roxie.(Roxie is an Indie oc rp blog. She’s a 18 year old mutant/nephilims who just came into her powers and accidentally sent herself into the past. I'll rp with just about anyone and if you have an idea for an rp feel free to message me. Please read headcannon and Roxie's about when you have a chance. ^_^)
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finally, it has appeared on my dash
Well that was unexpected.
Roxie turns down a street and glances back over her shoulder at Jess with a grin. “Do ya wanna try any tricks or fast moves while we’re riding?” Roxie up-shifts and the bike moves a little faster down the street. She had a lot of skill when it came to riding. Her Papa was Johnny Blaze, she wasn’t sure if she’d be any other way.
“I don’t care.”, Jess laughed and got a little closer to Roxie, leaning her head on the other girl’s back.
Roxie just grins widely and quickly brings the bike to it’s highest gear as she continues to weave through traffic. Heading for the bridge that isn’t commonly used. She’d raced the younger version of her dad on it before. It took them a bit to get there but when they neared it, the traffic almost seemed non-existant.
Roxie arches a brow at his light hm. He’d already been showing her glimpses of his form and she’d met Kurt long ago in her own time. He didn’t really have a watch then, or not that she’d ever noticed. Many people came to their home when they came to visit. Even if they did move around a lot as the years went by. She grins back at him and chuckles lightly. “Well tha easy way ta explain it be dat it’s Molecular Acceleration. Ah can mess wit’ tha energy an’ basically make it go…”
Frowning at that he crossed arms over his chest now in uniform for the most part and hummed. That was an odd notion, and a troublesome gift. But he wondered how much control she had on it. “That seems problematic, have you talked to a man named Remy LeBeau about it? He has something similar and may be able to help you with control.”
Her sheepish look turns into a large sheepish smile. She had an odd humor, it helped her deal with the whole thing. She’d just gotten her powers not too long ago, she was pretty shocked that she hadn’t blown up something bigger than her motorcycle. “Oh oui, ah know ah Remi LeBeau, she taught me some t’ings ‘bout it an’ ah’ve met ah few Remy’s. Dey be nice. Dey jus’ don’ have much problems wit’ it sling shottin’ dem through time…”
She…The woman just called Remy a she. A hand slapped over his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose with a small sigh tail flicking. “Fraulein, do you come from another realm perhaps where I am a fraulein as well as Remy? For as I know him he is quite…male.”
She pauses a few moments only to grin at him. “Non, ya be ah male where ah be from, mon ami. Buh ah call ya me Oncle.” She shrugs her shoulders and gives him another sheepish look after a short time. “From w’at ah’ve been noticin’ is dat me Maman be tha only difference in ah lot o’ tha realms ‘round ‘ere. Ya know ah Johnny Blaze, non? He be me Papa.”