Furiously, Iokaste yanked his motorcycle out of the bed of a truck of some kind passerby, having declined the man's offer of helping moving the blasted thing, just like he had when getting it into the truck. The metallic contraption was covered in various designs, similar to the man, being covered in tattoos. It was just like him.
"You good now?" A voice called out to him, causing him to return to the side of the truck. "Yeah, thanks man," he said with a nod of his head to the man in the driver's seat. "Yeah. You, too." Without any further exchange, Iokaste was alone, left to fend for himself.
"I hope this place is as good as he says," he commented, staring at the mechanic's garage that he had been taken to. Not all that many blocks away, he'd stopped to help the man in the truck, whose battery had gone and died. After applying a good charge himself, he'd returned to his motorcycle and shocked the damn thing, screwing with it's computer. It refused to turn over; just what he got for deciding to take the day off of work - hey, he didn't have any appointments - and drive. He just drove, not even familiar with the neighborhood that he had ended up in. Seeing the sights was fun, and Iokaste was almost always seeking excitement and adventure. Driving off to the middle of nowhere wasn't strange in his case.
"Hey, could I get some help out here, please?" He said, having entered the mechanic's place, running a hand through his purple tipped white hair. "My bike has gone to shit and needs some patching up. Damn thing got shocked down the road."