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| Munk | Nov 14 2009, 06:16 PM Post #31 |
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Cay’s joke hit Hagan’s funny bone but just barely. He half-grinned but didn’t really pay attention to the comment. Bri was staring into his eyes and then at Keagan’s. She spoke with soft, very plain words. 'Am I the only one here with normal eyes?" Hagan never thought about it. His eyes were just blue to him, nothing special. “I don’t reckon mine are anything special, Bri. And as far Goldie over here.” He motioned toward Keagan. “I don’t know, maybe he drank piss when he was little.” He grinned as big as he could and hoped that Keagan shared his sense of friendly bashing humor. Hagan never really looked but Bri had made him wonder, He looked towards Cay’s eyes. There was something in them. Hagan couldn’t see a pupil, it was too dark, blending almost seamlessly into the iris and it made his eyes appear almost inhuman. Weird ass kid, was the only way Hagan could really describe him. Hagan was busy, beginning to study Bri’s eyes when a loud voice broke the rather awkward silence. “HELP!! HELP ME, PLEASE!!” The voice was loud and full of tears. It called from the next ridge. Hagan didn’t think, he just rushed for the voice. Cresting the ridge he saw a woman, middle aged in a long robe, staggering on her own feet. In her arms she held a figure, too small to see what it was at this distance. Hagan was intrigued and hoped that the woman was carrying a large and valuable item. He hurried over to her, if the item was very valuable he could just kill her before the others showed up and say he found her dead and empty-handed. Much to Hagan's dismay the women did not hold anything worth value to him. Instead she held a child, a very skinny and very pale little girl about 4 or 5 years of age. The girl was visibly shaking and currently having coughing fits. Hagan could see the child was injured, a large red splotch covered the entire right side of her tattered white sundress. He knew he had to help, the woman had already seen him and there might be a reward in it. “Ma’am? Do you nee-” “AH!! NO! PLEASE NO!” The woman shouted at the top of her lungs, terror shifted in her eyes and she turned away from Hagan. “Leave us be! Please! Just leave us alone!” She was crying now, full sobbing jerks as she tried to get away the best she could on rubber legs, carrying a child. Hagan stepped closer. “Listen I only want to h-” “You want to kill us!” She tried running faster and tripped over her own weak legs, nearly collapsing on top of the child she carried. She was on her knees now and set the child softly to the ground before sobbingly falling herself. She lay in the dirt, praying to the heavens from her fetal position and Hagan was confused. “Just take me.” She said, her tear-riddled face hidden behind her knees, which she had pulled up to her chest like a child hiding. “Please don’t hurt Rose anymore. You’ve done enough, you bastards,” Hagan was puzzled. “Bastards? Ma’am there is only one of me. I want to help.” “No. The others are with you, you rotting zombies.” Now Hagan was both pissed and confused. If she had been in any other way than a sobbing mess, he would have slit her throat for that word. Instead he put up with it but reminded himself that she now had a penance to pay. “Listen, calm down. I will not hurt you or your daughter.” Her voice was stronger now but still very shaky. Hagan had never seen a bigot be scared like this at just the sight of him. “No. No. No.” She repeated like a mantra, lost in her world. “No. No.” Hagan grunted. “This shit is hopeless if she doesn’t calm down.” He thought to himself. |
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| Harper | Nov 14 2009, 06:50 PM Post #32 |
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Cay tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, back and forth, before giving a little snort at Brie's question. He pointed to Kegan again before declaring: "Only Mooneyes." It was a bit of a backwards answer, but it seemed, like Hagan, he considered Kegan to be the only person with odd eye color among them. But he seemed more comfortable with the group, swaying a little on his feet as he crouched, seemingly unable to keep still. As the shouting came, however, he froze in place before stalking forward, shoulders rolling like a jungle cat's as he slid his hands into the water, barely making a slosh or two as he ducked around Hagan to see where the shouting was coming from. He took longer to evaluate the situation, not trusting the mother as quickly. Only when she was on the ground did he stop stalking through the grass, popping up to move oddly swiftly for someone so crouched, almost gorillalike with how he swung himself along. He did not seem to have Hagan's sense of respectful distance, either: immediately he was within five paces of the woman and her daughter. For a moment he sat silent, sniffing, leaning in close to the ground and then a little higher, letting his entire head be guided by his nose. Each little snuffle was puppyish, but he ended up with his nose in the air, peering at the mother. His tone was obviously scornful as the words fell from his lips, thick and heavy like stones. "Only badmother leaves pup." He jerked his gaze away as if she didn't deserve any more of his time, instead crawling over to where the injured little girl lay, snuffling in the dirt as if seeing if her scent really was her own. He sat down on his knees right beside her as she cowered, tossing her tiny hands over her head weakly. Snuffling steadily, he leaned in mere inches from her as she trembled. As she weakly sobbed, he tilted his head curiously before responding with a sound of his own - a very canine "Hhrn-roo?" The distinct sound was enough to make the little girl pause in her sobbing out of shock, peering up at him with wide eyes through splayed fingers. Gingerly, he headbutted at her shoulder, a puppyish and animalistic sort of nuzzle before he tried to tug at her dress to stop the bleeding, holding his hands over the wound to try and reduce the flow. |
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| Cattiebrie | Nov 14 2009, 09:33 PM Post #33 |
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Cattiebrie heard the scream and hesitated. Part of her wanted to help. The other part of her wanted to go running in the other direction as fast as her legs could take her. Helping was good. Helping meant making sure that someone else didn't have to deal with pain and loss. Helping meant running into a situation that she knew nothing about. Running away meant having to deal with the guilt of leaving another person in need of help. Running away meant surviving. While Cattiebrie wavered in indecision, Hagan and Cay had already moved. Finally, Cattiebrie followed the other two, hoping and praying that Orion would follow her, but unsure if he would or not. When Cattiebrie caught up to Cay and Hagan, Cay was trying to help a little girl. Cattiebrie knelt next to Cay to see if she could help at all. She winced at the splotch of blood on the little one's dress. "Oh, that can't be good." |
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| Munk | Nov 14 2009, 10:32 PM Post #34 |
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Cay sat next to the young girl and Cattie soon followed. All the attention was being focused on the young one so Hagan decided to try and get some answers. The women was still crumpled but seemed to be more scared than sad now. Hagan kept his distance. “Excuse me? I can’t help if you don’t tell me wrong.” “Fuck you.” She said simply “You know what you did.” “Ma’am you obviously have me confused with someone else.” “Does it really matter? You corpses are all the same.” She seemed to have recovered slightly from the fear and her words resonated with a strong hatred. Oh yeah. Hagan knew she had to pay now. “Listen Bitch.” He took a very high level of anger into his voice, trying to sound as intimidating as he could. “You are going to shut you fucking mouth. When you are done being an intolerant asshole you can open your lips again, but if I hear one more, and I mean one more, bad word against ghouls I will slice your tongue from your throat and feed it to my friend there.” Hagan nodded to Cay. “Sh-” She began angrily but Hagan interrupted by flicking his switchblade open and waving it gently. She knew he wasn’t kidding around. “Okay.” She took three deep breaths. “We were on a simple travel, just to sell our wares. Then we got attacked by zom-” She stopped her sentence then reworded it. “By people like you. They shouted at us to give up our money and valuables and my husband, he” She started to cry again. “He. He.” “Dammit. She can’t finish.” Hagan thought but he knew what had happened. All that blood on her probably wasn’t her own. “And what about the little girl?” “The bastards poisoned her. They laughed as they did it. They fucking laughed. They held me down and made me watch as they shoved a poison gland into her mouth and made her chew. Then they left and took all my supplies. I have an antidote if you can get my supplies back.” “Fuck.” Hagan said. “Why should we?” She gave him a look of ‘Are you serious?’ and then she offered to share some meds and supplies from her cart when they returned with the antidote. She also pointed them to the direction where they had robbed her. Hagan didn’t like this. Charging in against a band of sick murderous thieves just to save a small girl who will probably die anyway? But he could always use meds and any thing she had so he agreed with some reluctance. “Are you two coming?” He asked Cay and Brie. |
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| Harper | Nov 15 2009, 12:07 PM Post #35 |
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Cay looked up briefly at Brie, acknowledging her presence. The little girl stared up at them both, apparently shocked into silence, before finally giving another little sob. He paused, tilting his head a little, apparently listening to the conversation before giving the little girl another rough nuzzle with his head as she cried. To apparently distract her again, he gave a short, very canine "Bbrraoof." This had the intended effect, and the child stared, bewildered. "...Puppy?" "Rruuf." "...Y-You sound like a puppy!" As if playing the part, Cay panted obviously before giving another little bark, then flinging himself back into a play-bow, making her give a quavering, hiccupy little giggle at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Seeming satisfied, he sat up more properly, looking over at Hagan and the woman. "Ate badthing?" It was a quick confirmation to see if he heard the story right, but he didn't wait for much of a response as he reached out for the girl again, pawing at her mouth. She squealed shriekily, trying to wriggle away as best she could, but didn't get very far. However, as she tried to sit up, she swayed, looking nauseated and dizzy. His eyebrows knitted a moment and he seemed to immediately sieze on an idea to take advantage of this as she reeled. Turning his head and hunching his shoulders, Cay gagged and retched rather convincingly - not actually throwing up, but pantomiming well enough that the girl gave a sobbing whimper. After a few moments of looking at him, her lip trembling, half-bawling, she followed suit, her nausea giving way to throwing up in earnest. Cay immediately popped up, looking victorious as the little girl gagged up green-black bile and bits of what had apparently been the flesh of the poison gland. |
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| Orion The Free | Nov 15 2009, 04:29 PM Post #36 |
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Orion had stood silently at a distance. Watching as this spectacle unfolded before him. Apparently nobody had noticed that Orion was the only one who hadn’t rushed to see what the screaming was. What especially surprised Orion was that Hagan had rushed over the hill after his little speech about threatening Brie because it “might have been a raider trap.” “Fucking bullshit.” He thought to himself. “Bastard must really think I’m an idiot.” “I told you to kill him.” “Did I ask for your input? I did not.” “You don’t have to; you know you want to kill him.” “That may be so… but it would be pointless.” “Who says? You don’t know what he may have done, what atrocities he may have committed. You heard him, he wants to die. Grant him his wish. Kill him.” “You know what? While that is a very convincing argument, I really don’t like it when people order me around, especially myself.” “That makes no sense.” “Neither does me arguing with myself.” The woman seemed relatively calm now; even if Hagan’s method was a little crude though. Of course that was only made worse when he basically ripped her off by making her give a reward for retrieving her cart and saving her child. Orion gazed upon the child as Cay entertained and in a strange way, comforted her. She was indeed poisoned, unfortunately, he didn’t think that she was just poisoned by whatever creature’s gland she had been forced to eat, she may have also had radiation poisoning. He was sure he had seen blood in her vomit that was in addition to her inability to stand without wobbling. Although that could be a result of the poisoning as well… Orion walked over to the girl and saw that she had several injuries that didn’t look fresh but they were small enough that they should have healed already. He let out a small sigh and stepped away from the girl. It was definitely radiation poisoning. He knew the symptoms all to well. While he couldn’t be sure which one of the earlier stages it was, he knew that it was radiation poisoning in addition to whatever gland was ingested. “Are you two coming?” Hagan said to Brie and Cay, obviously not noticing that he had arrived. Orion questioned Hagan’s motivations and plan, then he thought better of it. “Hagan, I don’t think this girl will survive until you get the supplies and antidote back.” Orion stated grimly, “Not only is she poisoned by the gland, but I see signs of radiation poisoning as well. I think we need to get her back to Bucket Town. Chances are it’s closer and would be faster.” Orion looked at Hagan and knew he wanted the reward from this woman. “Look at it this way Hagan, I could take the kid back to Town and you three can, if both Cay and Brie so choose, go and find this woman’s supplies.” |
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| Munk | Nov 17 2009, 05:31 AM Post #37 |
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Orion had shown up now, while Cay played with the girl and was apparently doing his best to communicate with her. He was doing a good job until the little gal threw up. “Well that’s not good.” Hagan thought, looking at the off-color bile the little girl had vomited. Nothing about this seemed good in fact, the woman, the bandits, the sick girl. All of it seemed ’off’. Hagan’s tiny storm cloud had returned but at least this time it had a reason for being there. Orion was examining things carefully, looking over everything with an experienced eye. “Hagan, I don’t think this girl will survive until you get the supplies and antidote back.” Orion said rather harshly, “Not only is she poisoned by the gland, but I see signs of radiation poisoning as well. I think we need to get her back to Bucket Town. Chances are it’s closer and would be faster.” Damn. Hagan didn’t want to go back to town yet, he wanted those supplies. It would probably take longer to get the cart back than the little girl had to live but that was okay. If upon their return they should find the woman crying over the corpse of her little girl, Hagan would simply end her misery and they could split the full cart supplies four ways. Orion probably sensed Hagan’s frustration as he made no attempts to hide it. “Look at it this way Hagan, I could take the kid back to Town and you three can, if both Cay and Brie so choose, go and find this woman’s supplies.” Hagan thought that was fair but was unsure as to whether Brie would even think of leaving Orion’s side to go on what probably equated to a suicide mission. Hagan was fine with that arrangement but he wondered what Cay and Brie would think. He looked at the woman and asked, “You said they were ghouls? People like me?” She nodded “Good. Maybe that will give me some lee-way with them. I doubt they’ll just let me walk out with the cart but I still think it’s better this way. Puts less people in danger and more importantly it will save me ammo.” Hagan said and waited on the others. ((OOC: One of you two can move Brie. I can't remember what she asked us to do with her. :P)) |
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| Cattiebrie | Nov 24 2009, 11:32 PM Post #38 |
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Brie listened to Orion and Hagan go back and forth, and finally found a spot she could interject in. "I'm willing to stay with the girl." She looked back and forth between the other three. "Anyone willing to stay with me?" The voice in Cattiebrie's head spoke with a slight smirk. Are you hoping for anyone in particular to stay? Like a person with yellow eyes? Brie sighed inwardly. Shut up. The voice shrugged. Or, at least, Brie invisioned it rolling it's eyes, seeing as how it didn't actually have shoulders to shrug. You're just mad because you know I'm right. Brie narrowed her eyes. I said shut up. Girly, you still got a bad case of hero worship going on. The voice was tinged with regret. Brie's jaw tightened.Seriously, shut up, or I'll stab you with a q-tip. She forced herself to relax, smiled, and brushed a strand of hair out of the girl's face. "What's your name, sweetling?"" |
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| Harper | Nov 25 2009, 12:57 PM Post #39 |
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Cay looked back and forth, expression inscrutable, before finally nodding at Brie as if saying she was good enough to stay and look after the child. His shoulders hunched and he gave a little huff of a growl as if irritated at having to speak, almost gagging up every word, but he did so anyway. From his attitude it was obvious he was annoyed with the indecision and was begrudgingly trying to wrestle the mantle of temporary leader away from whoever might think to claim it, if just for the sake of getting something done. He pointed first at Orion. "Stay, go, don't care." Then to Hagan: "We go. Sneak. Quiet -" he gestured at himself - "if trouble, will help." He nodded a little as if confirming his own plan before starting to amble forward. As soon as they crested the top of the hill, the caravan visible (mostly through the smoke of some small fire coupled with the dust that had been kicked up, rising in a column into the hot air), Cay dropped down to a stronger crouch. The radiation-resistant grasses were high and fortunately rather thick in that area, providing him with quite a lot of cover. He was quiet and still, looking back unflinchingly to stare at Hagan as if telling him to hurry up. |
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| Cattiebrie | Nov 28 2009, 07:19 PM Post #40 |
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Cattiebrie picked up Sadie and set about to start carrying her back to Buckettown- and then remembered that she had no clue what direction Buckettown was in. She turned to Orion. "Hey. Can you tell me where Buckettown is, and then Sadie and I will be on our way. You can still catch up to Hagan and Cay, if you want to." She shuffled her weight back and forth between two feet, the little girl already weighing heavy in her arms. She wouldn't ask Orion to stay, although his presence- help would be greatly appreciated. Cattiebrie didn't know why, but Orion's presence steadied her. Calmed her. She trusted him more than she trusted anyone alive. Granted, that wasn't saying a lot. But it still said something. The sun beat down on them, and Cattiebrie blinked dust and hair out of her eyes, wishing she had a free hand to pull her hair back into the ponytail it had fallen out of. She waited quietly for Orion to answer. ((Orion, I love you, I really truly do, but if you don't post in the next 24 hours on our two missions, I swear I will sick the crazy clown spiders on you, and tell them to crawl into your eyeballs. I'm working eight hour days pretty much every day for the next three weeks- I can only really check online once a day right now. I'd like to finish these missions in the next month. I love you, Orion, really, I do. *hugs her Orion friend*))
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| Orion The Free | Nov 28 2009, 10:46 PM Post #41 |
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"Hey. Can you tell me where Bucket Town is, and then Sadie and I will be on our way. You can still catch up to Hagan and Cay, if you want to." Brie asked. “You act as if I had a change in plans. I’m still taking the kid to Bucket Town. The only thing that’s changed is that now I don’t have to carry her the whole way there.” He responded. “Which by the way, it’s this way.” He said walking past Brie and the child. Orion was still concerned about the child, but now he could at least keep an eye on Brie too. He still wasn’t sure whether or not she could completely take care of herself yet. He was unsure of what they may encounter on the way back to Bucket Town. Slavers, more cannibals, ghouls, possibly raiders (unlikely), or any one of the myriad of strange creatures that roamed the wastes. That and that he still needed to figure out what she reminded him of. While she may not need to stay alive for that, it was probably still better. |
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| Cattiebrie | Nov 28 2009, 11:26 PM Post #42 |
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Brie fell into step beside Orion. She trusted him, yes. But she'd learned early on that you can't really trust anyone. Still, she shouldn't have made it sound like she didn't expect him to stick to what he said and accompany Sadie and her to the town- even if she'd only expressed real feelings. "So, Yellow Eyes. What brings you out here?" She attempted to make light conversation. The words fell flat on dry air, and she licked her lips. Oh, yeah. That's the way to get Hero Guy, your Knight in Shining Leather, to not think of you as a Damsel in Distress. Brie sighed. Why won't you ever listen to me when I tell you to shut up? You'd think you'd realize that I don't like you, The voice smirked. You'd think you'd realize that I'm you. Already realized that, thank you, Miss Snark. So, by not liking me, you don't like yourself, you poor, naive soul. Brie sighed again. And your point is? I have never claimed to like myself very much. The voice fell silent. |
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| Orion The Free | Nov 28 2009, 11:37 PM Post #43 |
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"So, Yellow Eyes. What brings you out here?" she asked. "Yellow Eyes? Well that's an interesting nickname." he thought to himself. "So what are you going to tell her? You don't even know why you're here." "I have a reason for being outside of town." "That's probably not what she meant." "Don't care. She'll get what I give." "What am I doing out here you ask? Well, you could say that I'm laying low. While Gerade may have won the election and 'forgiven' any past acts against him before he was elected. I'm not sure about any of his minions. I figure its best to stay away from town for awhile. However, sometimes we have to do things that we may not want to." |
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| Munk | Nov 29 2009, 12:24 AM Post #44 |
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Cay gave only a simple, very clear way of saying that he would come with Hagan but Bri and Orion wanted to stick together and take the little girl back to Bucket Town. That was fine with Hagan at least he would only have to split a fair reward with Cay. He could short-change the others and they’d never even know. He smiled to himself. Cay was already ahead and crouched very low. He seemed a tad annoyed and Hagan caught up. He stood and could see the caravan through the thick smoke of a fire and what seemed to be a small campsite. Cay was crouched and Hagan took the advice dropping to one knee with a small grunt. He took the binoculars from his second left pocket and set them to his eyes. The right lens had busted but through the single left lens he could see a small camp. 6 or 7 ghouls walked around clad in leather armor and rifles. 9 large ugly tents sat in a rough circle around the bon-fire and there seemed to be only one with a guard posted. Hagan wondered what was in that tent and dreamed of loot but continued scanning with the binocs. Everything seemed normal and he searched the caravan with the lens. Some normal looking supplies and some junk and then he saw the real prize. A large white box with a red cross printed on the side and top. Medical supplies had never been so obvious. Hagan sat the binocs string around his neck and let them dangle. He turned to Cay and had a plan. Hagan couldn’t sneak worth a damn but Cay was small and agile. “Ok.” He spoke with calm words, trying to play tactician. He knew that Cay would understand by now but still used his hands to express the plan. “I am going to try to get close. I mean like suicide close. I am a ghoul like them so maybe they won’t shoot me on sight.” Hagan half smiled at this, trying to inspire some confidence in his plan then continued. “Either way, I will have them distracted. A stranger showing up the camp is sure to draw everyone’s attention. Then you, Cay will sneak around. The caravan is probably to big for you to pull away yourself so we’ll try something like a pincer maneuver on them. You start the attack from the rear. Kill as many quietly as you can then when you can’t kill without raising an alarm, make some kind of distraction that will draw them away from me. If they turned their backs then I should have a nice opportunity for a surprise attack. If everything goes to plan we may even get them all before they have a chance to fight back.” Hagan waited to see if Cay had anything to say on the plan or if he would simply agree. Then, as if to sweeten the deal, Hagan added. “And we don’t have to split the loot from the dead bodies with Keagan and Brie. That can be our little secret.” |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Harper | Nov 29 2009, 04:09 PM Post #45 |
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Cay nodded shortly, then crouched up a little to gesture. "Use fire for d'stract'n." It was the first word he had really mangled, and he frowned as he spat it out, looking rather relieved when he got it out. "Good plan." It was very terse praise, but given Cay's overall manner, it was likely that was the best Hagan would get. "You first," Cay said wryly, momentarily flashing Hagan a grin that seemed too toothy and fanged for most humans. But even as he did, he ducked away, crouching down in the grass so low that by a few steps he was little more than a ripple parting the wild grain. And he drew closer, careful and slow enough to not catch the attention - at least the attention of the feral ghouls, anyway. And he took his time. A few steps away, he let his head drop, hair kissing the ground as he took in a deep sniff. The earth didn't want to tell him much but it told him enough - it was wasteland. The air was much more interesting as a breeze made the grass shiver around him to lash against his cheek. Ashes and blood and the stink of irradiated, rotting flesh. Gently, he reached up to untuck his knife from his belt, eyes half-closing as he peered out, waiting for Hagan to make his move. Breath deepening, he crouched there as still as he could, almost seeming to fall into something of a trance before the battle came. |
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I'm working eight hour days pretty much every day for the next three weeks- I can only really check online once a day right now. I'd like to finish these missions in the next month. I love you, Orion, really, I do. *hugs her Orion friend*))
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