Vanellope Von Schweetz:
âHey, Iâm a racer at heart, ya know. However fast you go, Iâm pretty sure I can handle it.â
If that didnât get her jeered to the other end of the arcade and back by the antivirus, nothing would. Vanellope knew exactly what any of the other kids would say if they heard her saying anything like that, and it essentially came back down to the same baseline of glitches canât race, yadda yadda yadda. She was, maybe, kinda testing the guy for his response to that.
Wasnât like he could be any more of a jerk to her than Taffyta and co. were already, right?
If she was honest, the little child still had no idea what exactly was going on. Someone actually stopping to help her was new, and he had yet to give her a satisfactory answer for just what his motive was. The fact that he was okay with the supposed âglitchâ touching him only baffled Vanellope even more.
It was a welcome change, of course. But no less a strange one, for that.
Then again, if he really was a genuine antivirus, he probably already knew that the glitch germs the other racers accused her of passing to them whenever she got to close werenât actually a thing.
âYou got a name, by thâ way?â
She climbed up in place, getting a firm grip on the collar of the boyâs jacket; but even as she did, she looked quizzically down at her unlikely companion. He hadnât given a name yet, so far as she could recall⌠and knowing it would probably make this at least a little less awkward.
âVale. Vale Dimitriyev.â And he had no words in response to her claim about speed; positive nor negative; simply as Vale knew what âdifference in scaleâ truly meant.
âI understand. Just as a warning... I can beat most karts.â
And the fact that the alarm was likely being raised - didnât even register. Vale, as an entity, was designed for... heavier games. Unless someone in Sugar Rush had figured out how to weaponize jawbreakers, Vale was pretty confident.
âTechnically, Iâm a âMobile Antivirus Platformâ, but thatâs a mouthful. Just call me Vale.â A nod; the incongruity of their appearances only more evident with Vanellope clinging onto his back. Vale took a moment to think; puncutating it only with him extending a freshly licked finger into the wind in an attempt to gauge its speed.
âBrace.â
He crouched, before launching himself from the ground - taking to the skies almost instantly. It was not flight, the arc was clearly ballistic but the target was clearly the bakery.
He reached a single arm around his back, holding Vanellope in place, as they reached the crux of the jump. Vale focused for just a moment-
-a flash, and-
âWeâre going down hot! If Taffyta raised the alarm... well, I can escalate to match.â
One hand holding Vanellope in place; the other hand somehow wrapped around a sword he did not have before, and a lot of glowing.













