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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Nov 20, 2014 19:29:11 GMT -5
Somewhere between Big Town and Megaton, Capital Wasteland
They stood on the ragged hill overlooking the broken highway, the three of them quietly before coming to a quick agreement. The ghoul had chuckled at James' reply and nodded. A drink didn't sound bad at the moment, either. "Deal."
"Should we go after her now? She hasn't changed much since we took out Wade."
"Let's give her a minute to run... hopefully she'll be tired enough to throw her over my damn shoulder and carry her back to town. As fer her state... too early to tell." Naomi had also agreed to join them... though halfheartedly. Coyote still didn't quite trust the girl, but at least she'd acknowledged his terms. It was a start. The fact that she shared a few features in common with Elizabeth Straton didn't hurt, either. Taking another long drag from his cigarette, the ghoul cleared his mind as nicotine rushed into his bloodstream. Memories were powerful things, and Willow Cohen had somehow opened the floodgates for John. The constant threat of insanity was high among ghouls, so his current stress could have been manifestations of that. Or maybe your just bat-shit crazy, Johnny. After taking a swig of his whiskey and finishing his smoke, John was once again his reserved self. It didn't last long. Coyote's 10mm Pistol was heard popping in the distance. By the time the fourth shot was heard, the ghoul had loaded his LMG, descended the hill, and was sprinting across the dried dirt. Saving her from an early grave only to let her be murdered less than a half hour from Big Town. You fucked up again, Johnny Boy.
Fuck. The ghoul's leather armor and gear bounced and banged as he ran, his breath now coming in raspy growls. What had happened? Who had Willow shot? Many of his sweat glands had ceased to work after the bombs fell, but the few that were still alive resumed their purpose once again. The machine gun, when loaded, was particularly heavy and his backpack hopped back and forth awkwardly. Push. Dirt crunching beneath his boots, John Morgan broke through his mental barrier ( which had become easier than ever recently ), the fatigue to a back seat as adrenaline and runner's high carried him swiftly across the jagged ruins of the highway. "Willow!?" Coyote vaulted over the concrete barrier, nearly falling on his face in the process, then descended the slope to Willow's likely location. The armored ghoul raised the LMG as he arrived under the highway. |
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Post by salamander on Nov 20, 2014 20:03:52 GMT -5
Naomi glanced at Paladin as Coyote raced down the hill at the sound of his gun. She sighed and flipped the safety off of her own weapon, chasing after him. Her bag and blade slapped against her back as she tried to keep up with him. He arrived at the highway, weapon raised. She wasn't far behind. She saw the mutant rushing toward an old lady, the old lady shooting at him and Willow by the old lady watching it all.
"Oh shit. He's gonna crush them." she said rushing forward.
She screamed"Big Guy, hey, uh.. Big Master!! Over here! It's me!." she called to him, trying to draw his attention away from the pair.
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 20, 2014 20:39:31 GMT -5
"Deal."
"Should we go after her now? She hasn't changed much since we took out Wade."
"Let's give her a minute to run... hopefully she'll be tired enough to throw her over my damn shoulder and carry her back to town. As fer her state... too early to tell."
Coyote's 10mm Pistol was heard popping in the distance. By the time the fourth shot was heard, the ghoul had loaded his LMG, descended the hill, and was sprinting across the dried dirt.
James ran with his ally, for whatever reason Willow was shooting, it must not have been good, and with James carrying Willow's mothers minigun, she had no primary weapon. He ran faster, surprisingly mobile, with the armor and minigun. Of course, slower then the woman, or Coyote, but still quick for the load he carried.
John was the first to get to Willow's location, and James was not far behind. When he laid his eyes upon Miriam, he was taken aback. But first, the mutant.
"DO NOT HURT THEM."
Instead of the plasma rifle, the minigun in James' hands spun to life, if the mutant advanced further, he could not hesitate to litter it's back with 5mm rounds. He advanced closer to Willow and Miriam.
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Post by Endicott on Nov 22, 2014 13:49:34 GMT -5
Big Master, gurning like a fool, continued his chase. The torn up cracks in the scorched soil seemed to widen with each step he took, a cloud of black dust echoing from the ground. The mud-lady looked frightened, but grinned back, tiring at the pace at which he could run. The overpass was in the distance a while away, but he neglected to take note of it's looming shadow and what may lay beneath it in his euphoric rush. The mud-lady had managed to get far ahead of him now, and even a master as big as he had to stop to catch his breath before continuing. Meanwhile, the mud-lady and the a wrinkled bag of dust seemed to be conversing beneath the overpass, and Big Master assumed she was just another player in the game. How wrong he was, as he continued his run. "Willow, gimme the gun" Big Master was unable to hear this, of course, and laughed gallantly as the gap got even shorter between him and them. "Willow. It's me. Your Ma. Gimme the gun. Gimme the goddamn gun." As he drew ever closer, the mud-lady handed the wrinkled bag of dust a gun, and then opened fire on Big Master in his most joyous hour. The bullet haphazardly darted an outline around him for the most part, aside from one which had hit him almost in the eye, splitting and shredding a large cut into his face. Big Master's laughs faded, and were replaced with roars of anger and confusion. Why had he been shot? Had he broken the rules of the game? There was no way he could've been cheating... could there? It didn't matter. The pair were now subject to his blind anger, as he dropped his club to the ground and sprinted with ferocity towards them, shouting half-comprehensible gibberish as he did so. The phrases uttered by the zombie, the tin-man and the sword-lady became flat and fell on deaf ears... well, not so much ears, just holes where ears once were. "AAAAAAAAH! ME NO BREAK THE RULES OF GAME! ME FAIR! BIG MASTER FAIR! WHAT ME DONE WRONG?! WHAT???!? YAAAAHH!" The anger only increased, an odd fusion of apology, confusion and homicidal tenancies. The old bag of dust that Big Master had identified was the cause of his pain was charged at. The bulky mutant, with all his momentum, dived towards the bitch, hoping to crush her in her suit of armour. His rage, however, blinded him and he misjudged the jump, diving just beside the old lady. scarring the earth with his massive weight as he did so. With no other options, he leaned over to the side and tried his hand at a bear hug, less to hurt her and more to keep her under control. As he did so, he shouted in a deafening scream. "HOW... DID... I... BREAK... RULES??! BIG MASTER WAS HAVING MOST SUPER KILL FUN EVER WITH MUD-LADY UNTIL... UNTIL... AAAAAAH, YOU! WHY YOU SHOOT ME IN FACE?! YAAAAH??!! WHYYYYYYYYYY?  !" The wasteland shook as he roared his mighty roar, and the old women's life was in danger if she was just going to keep up with the fighting and not going to give Big Master a reason for her hostility... |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2014 15:53:46 GMT -5
The wasteland shook as he roared his mighty roar, and the old women's life was in danger if she was just going to keep up with the fighting and not going to give Big Master a reason for her hostility... As the big mutant flew at Miriam, Willow screamed like a pig caught in a war. Miriam felt the familiar contours of her junkyard armour cut into her, and winced as she hit the ground. The big freak had her pinned and was trying to squish her to death. She must have heard that old Super Mutant threat a hundred times. God only knew she'd ever meet one lucid enough to actually remember to do it. From the corner of Miriam's eye, she saw two very welcome figures. The guy was around twenty feet away, but ghouls had a very obvious skin tone even from a distance, and she didn't know that many zombies aside from old Coyote. The other guy looked pretty shiny from this distance - whatever fancy armor he was wearing was really catching the sunset - Paladin James Masterson. There was also some chick yelling. Miriam looked up at her, secretly hoping to see Agent Liz Straton herself. No such luck. Whoever this kid was, she better be fast... "Willow, shift your *ack* ass!" Miriam groaned from the dirt. She raised her voice to a nasty bark when it became apparent Willow was about to do nothing but stand their transfixed. "G'wan GET!" Eyes welling with tears, Willow turned on her heel and blindly ran towards Coyote and the others. She stumbled on the ground in her haste, but picked herself up and scrabbled forward on all fours towards the hired guns. Miriam could barely breath. The old Cohen vision was getting a little blurry. Big Master was tough. But like most of his kind, he was not the most co-ordinated of cats. She'd get her moment. All that was needed was a window. "HOW... DID... I... BREAK... RULES??! BIG MASTER WAS HAVING MOST SUPER KILL FUN EVER WITH MUD-LADY UNTIL... UNTIL... AAAAAAH, YOU! WHY YOU SHOOT ME IN FACE?! YAAAAH??!! WHYYYYYYYYYY?!"Miriam lay their gasping as the creatures spat the usual insane Super Mutant attempts at speech. That green shit of theirs really did a number on the ol' thinker. Picking the moment, Miriam wrestled her free arm free and flailed wildly in an attempt to whack the mutant ineffectually on the side of the head with the gun. No good. The thing's head buried in her chest, and the distance between them may as well have been Mars for all Miriam could move. "That's it *rgh*. Just...a little...closer."As the mutant fought to subdue and crush Miriam into unconsciousness, it writhed and wriggled in an attempt to find the perfect position. It didn't take too long for the big mutant to be directly on top of Miriam. Spitting distance. With great effort, Miriam squeezed Coyote's gun beneath the mutant's bulging bicep, and forced the pistol towards Big Master's mouth. Closer and closer, sweat dripped from Miriam's brow as she finally had the gun barrel touching the mutie's teeth. She grimaced, finger shaking on the trigger "Suck the lollypop, you ugly...green...fuck!" |
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Nov 22, 2014 17:28:19 GMT -5
The Broken Highways, Capital Wasteland "Fuck." Coyote grumbled as he slid across the dirt. The mutant's bellows seemed to shake the very earth beneath him. Cohen was pinned beneath Big Mastur, apparently fighting for her life. Willow Cohen fled the battle, sprinting towards John and James as they passed under the shadow of the highway. "Willow, get down!" the ghoul rasped as he took a knee and racked the machine gun. He waited until Willow was safely out of his sights, then pulled the trigger. A burst of three 5.56mm armor piercing rounds was aimed near Big Mastur's back. After the burst, Coyote let off the trigger and yelled. "Big Mastur, get the fuck off that lady now, or I'll have to light your ass up! Move! Cohen, you alive!?" John Morgan, his ghostly eye staring down the iron sights of the ancient weapon at the mutant's head. "James... don't use the minigun... too much spread." A standoff occurred as the ghoul slowly began applying pressure to the ancient weapons trigger. South of the Barrett Brewery, Capital Wasteland The boots of six slavers crunched softly across the dried soil of the Capital badlands. Leading them the were two anxious hounds, both of the beasts missing most of their fur. Cybil and Chops were two of the meanest, best tracking dogs the Vipers had at their disposal, and both of the muscled monsters had the old woman's scent fresh in their nostrils. The sweat on her bindings had been more than sufficient. It was only a matter of time.
Cybil pulled her handler across the scarred earth, the dog's metal collar digging painfully into her throat. The bitch did not care, only the hunt mattered now. The old lady human had given her a heavy clout to the jaw earlier, knocking a tooth out and sending the hound whimpering in pain. Now she was furious as the scent became a breathable memory that tormented her simple mind. Her muscles burned with adrenaline, and saliava hung from her jowls as she kept low to the ground. The slavers talked quietly, but their hushed voices were of no concern to their pets.
Chops flanked Cybil, his interest in their current hunt not different from any other. The beast was content to skulk across the badlands, knowing excitement and a chase was to come. Again his masters talked, and again he heard nothing. Chops was heavier than Cybil, and his own movement was bowlegged and stiff. His handler has not chosen the dog for his speed, however. The hound suddenly pulled his handler off path, shoving his head into a hole. Within second the dog produced a squealing mole rat. The critter fought valiantly for it's life, but Chops namesake quick found the rodent's neck and crushed it's spine. After a shout and a smack from his master, the beast rejoined the group sheepishly.
At the rear of the six slavers, a man called Heat walked quietly. In his hand rested a weapon and on his back rested the shackles intended for Miriam Cohen.
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Nov 27, 2014 9:12:30 GMT -5
[ Since this was his first time missing post, I gave him a little more leeway. Post when you can, Salamander. We are going to move on. ]
[ Salvahkiin/Thorin, you're up. ]
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Dec 4, 2014 18:07:00 GMT -5
[ It's been several days now. Sal is not going to post, so we are moving on with the round.
Endi, you're up. ]
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Post by Endicott on Dec 4, 2014 18:25:14 GMT -5
The gun's cold metal touch was a shock when the barrel was placed in Big Master's wide open mouth as he rambled on incoherently. His grip on Miriam was still tightening, and if he continued to be so carried away in his struggle then she would surely suffocate. With Miriam in his arms, he continued to roll from side to side slightly as the battle waged on between the two foes.
"Big Mastur, get the fuck off that lady now, or I'll have to light your ass up! Move! Cohen, you alive!?"
Big Master's heart sank, as he knew in his primitive heart they now believed he was just another beast like his brothers, and all because of this old bitch. The bullets were hit and miss, two hitting the earth below Big Master as he rolled and on hitting him in the shoulder blade, making him release a blood-curdling scream. In frustration, he tried to explain the situation to the ghoul, in a tone that made being constipated sound fun.
"NUUUH'! NO UNDERSTAND, KAY-OOH-DEE! STUPID LADY SHOOT ME IN THE FACE! BIG MASTER... HURT!"
When the others started concurring with Coyote, Big Master began to bite down on the barrel of the gun teetering on the edge of his lip, the metal being crushed between his powerful mutant jaws. Reluctantly, for the sake of alientating his new friends, he released his grip slightly and threw the old women off of him, quickly getting to his feet and grabbing his club for reassurance in case she tried anything.
"BAAAAH'... BIG MASTUR' NOT MEAN TO HURT LADY! LADY HURT BIG MASTER.. FIRST!! BIG MASTER NOT GOING TO HURT YOU, THOUGH! UNDERSTAND, KAY-OH-DEE AND PAL-AH-DEN??!"
Big Master almost began to weep at the thought of losing a connection this far into one; losing all this progress. Never had any human ever stopped to let him speak, let enough let him get close before they just started running or shooting and sometimes a medley of both. The dusty earth of the wasteland became a blanket as he laid down on his side, bulbous tears in his eyes, his giant club through to the side in futility. Humans and mutants, he now realised, weren't meant to be friends. The one thing that eluded him, was why. Maybe it was because he was ugly... but surely no-one... no... it couldn't be. The thought of losing his friends and humans finding him ugly were just... too much to bear for the old mutant...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2014 13:28:31 GMT -5
"Big Mastur, get the fuck off that lady now, or I'll have to light your ass up!"
Despite being crushed by six hundred pounds of green muscle, Miriam wasn't in too much pain to register shock. Her face contorted in confusion. Why the hell did Coyote know this mutant's name? Willow had retreated to a safe distance, and was watching the action play out from behind Coyote's legs. She clearly wanted to help, reaching out to Miriam, left ankle poised to break into a sprint should things turned ugly. But every Willow thought about moving she twitched and flinched, as if blocked by an invisible wall.
"Cohen, you alive!?"
Miriam clambered to her feet, rubbing her throat to regain circulation. Breathless, she managed the briefest of nods. Walking just a few feet to Coyote's side seemed like the trip from the Rad Apple to the Capital, but Cohen managed to keep her feet steady. She wasn't too proud to lean on Coyote for support though. Although she was way to proud to look him in the eye whilst doing it.
"NUUUH'! NO UNDERSTAND, KAY-OOH-DEE! STUPID LADY SHOOT ME IN THE FACE! BIG MASTER... HURT!"
Irritable as ever, Miriam talked over the Super Mutant's babblings as if it wasn't even there.
"What, you turned feral or something?" she wheezed at the ghoul. "You forgot that smart people shoot muties on sight? Finish this chunky fuckstain off already. Hell, if you freeze up around Frankensteins, give me your gun, I'll do it myself."
"Frankenstein" Willow said distantly. The girl skipped on the spot distantly. She seemed about to approach the mutant, but Miriam sharply pulled her back. "That thing just ran at you and you're heading towards it." Miriam said slowly. "Do I have to put a fucking bell on you kid or what?"
James didn't escape Miriam's attention either.
"And why the living fuck haven't you drawn your gun yet?" She demanded to know from the Paladin. "Sweet cocksucking Moses. It's a dark day in the Wasteland when you can't rely on the Brotherhood to kill shit that's different from them"
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Dec 5, 2014 19:29:13 GMT -5
Broken Highway, Capital Wasteland The mutant released Miriam Cohen, less than gently, and retrieved his club. John Morgan kept his weapon trained on the mutant, his cataract blue eye staring down the iron-sights. A cool breeze caressed the broken highway, whistling through the cracked concrete. Cohen rose, walked a few yards to Coyote, then leaned heavily on his pauldron. As Big Mastur continued his pleading, Miriam caught her breath enough to talk over him to the ghoul. "What, you turned feral or something?" she wheezed at the ghoul. "You forgot that smart people shoot muties on sight? Finish this chunky fuckstain off already. Hell, if you freeze up around Frankenstein's, give me your gun, I'll do it myself."
To this, the ghoul simply chuckled and allowed the woman to continue her rant while keeping the LMG on the super mutant. The beast had stayed put, and Coyote was relieved. Willow and James were scolded. "And why the living fuck haven't you drawn your gun yet?" She demanded to know from the Paladin. "Sweet cocksucking Moses. It's a dark day in the Wasteland when you can't rely on the Brotherhood to kill shit that's different from them." "Heh. The reason James and I aren't shooting is simple: he's on our side. Sort of." The ghoul explained in his monotone voice. " BAAAAH'... BIG MASTUR' NOT MEAN TO HURT LADY! LADY HURT BIG MASTER.. FIRST!! BIG MASTER NOT GOING TO HURT YOU, THOUGH! UNDERSTAND, KAY-OH-DEE AND PAL-AH-DEN??!" "Alright, alright! We're all calmin' down, Big Mastur. It's time to be still n' relax. We know you didn't mean any harm." John called to the super mutant, lowering his machine gun slowly. The ghoul turned his head to Cohen, giving her a subtle, reassuring nod. "We found him in German Town. He just sorta popped up while we were fighting off a different mutie. The big galoot fought with us. This was after I ran into James, before Big Town... The first one jumped us when I dug Willow up.... well... it's a long and complicated story. One that I'll tell you over the drink and the steak you're buying, seein' as you owe me a pistol." The ghoul finished with a smirk, waiting for a bellowing rebuttal. Once again, his life had went from quiet and lonely to complicated and crowded. That, accompanied the reunion with James and the Cohens, gave the old ghoul a strange satisfaction. |
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Dec 6, 2014 11:34:01 GMT -5
[ OOC: Seeing as Salamander hasn't logged in since the 25th, I'm going to assume he's still MIA. We'll move on with the posting rotation. Salamander, feel free to post as soon as you return. ]
[ Salvakiin/Throin, you're up. ]
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Dec 6, 2014 16:16:13 GMT -5
Miriam was released, well, not released, rather dropped. James kept the minigun trained on him, but stopped spooling it. If Big Master tried anything, everyone was out of the firing line, the mutant would be ripped to shreds. Miriam berated Coyote first.
"What, you turned feral or something?" she wheezed at the ghoul. "You forgot that smart people shoot muties on sight? Finish this chunky fuckstain off already. Hell, if you freeze up around Frankenstein's, give me your gun, I'll do it myself."
Then she moved onto James.
"And why the living fuck haven't you drawn your gun yet?" She demanded to know from the Paladin. "Sweet cocksucking Moses. It's a dark day in the Wasteland when you can't rely on the Brotherhood to kill shit that's different from them."
"Heh. The reason James and I aren't shooting is simple: he's on our side. Sort of."
"BAAAAH'... BIG MASTUR' NOT MEAN TO HURT LADY! LADY HURT BIG MASTER.. FIRST!! BIG MASTER NOT GOING TO HURT YOU, THOUGH! UNDERSTAND, KAY-OH-DEE AND PAL-AH-DEN??!"
"Alright, alright! We're all calmin' down, Big Mastur. It's time to be still n' relax. We know you didn't mean any harm."
James placed the minigun on the ground, and traded it for his plasma rifle. He moved his shoulders around, relieved that the burden of the minigun did not weigh upon him.
"We found him in German Town. He just sorta popped up while we were fighting off a different mutie. The big galoot fought with us. This was after I ran into James, before Big Town... The first one jumped us when I dug Willow up.... well... it's a long and complicated story. One that I'll tell you over the drink and the steak you're buying, seein' as you owe me a pistol."
"So. Where to now?"
This afternoon was very productive. Very tiring. James could do with a stiff drink.
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Post by Endicott on Dec 6, 2014 16:54:00 GMT -5
The small bullet wound on his forehead trickled blood down his face, mixing with his ridiculous tears. It was not long until he calmed himself, and moved on from the motion of sadness, picking up his club and simply standing there vigilantly. If he was going to be accepted among these humans, he'd need to be mature. Crying like a fucking baby wasn't mature, now, was it? No, sir.
"Alright, alright! We're all calmin' down, Big Mastur. It's time to be still n' relax. We know you didn't mean any harm."
A wave of relief washed over him, and again he prepared himself to sound a little less childish.
"AH! Good, yes! Most super kill, yes. Big Mastur' sorry about hurtin' wrinkly one, I forget humans not like mutants much."
Big Master couldn't really hope to articulate himself much when his intellect had mostly disappeared along with his human form, but he could tell they understand as much as he did.
"We found him in German Town. He just sorta popped up while we were fighting off a different mutie. The big galoot fought with us. This was after I ran into James, before Big Town... The first one jumped us when I dug Willow up.... well... it's a long and complicated story. One that I'll tell you over the drink and the steak you're buying, seein' as you owe me a pistol."
"HA! Yes! BIG MASTUR' help kill ugly mutant called Lurk... Lurk fool. Lurk gotten weak, HAHA! Big Mastur' work with hewmens now, 'cuz other mutants not like him anymore... ask too many question, laugh at too many clouds, they said! AHH!"
Security felt like it had improved within Big Master, and he placed his club down to a defensive position, approaching the old women. Coyote and Paladin's guns were both trained on him like hawks, but he wasn't going to do anything to set them off, so it didn't matter. Gently, or as gently as he could be, he placed down his club and dropped onto one knee, closer to the old women's level. With a smile, or a sneer maybe considering his teeth were always fixed in the same stupid position, he outstretched his hand.
"Me, you... you friends with Kay-oh-dee and Pal-ah-diin, yes? You be friends with BIG MASTUR' too, yes? Not want fight much more, fighting make people dead a lot. Friend...?"
He awaited Miriam's response and reaction, and then took his club back off of the ground and then picked himself back up. Like the giant he was, he moved towards Coyote and Paladin, his breathing reminiscent of some kind of pistons in an ocean liner engine room if the ship was sinking and everyone in it had died. Seeing as he didn't want to alarm them, he dropped his club in a sign of mutual friendship or alliance, and tried his best at whatever the hell he could call a smile.
"HRNG! You, you mention place Big Town, YES?! HA! Ah... we go Big Tow', me no' get inside. Remembruhr' when brothers took hew'men from there and man came and got them back... many o' my friends got killed... killed to death. Very said, much dying. Angry... We go now, but me not go inside.. they not like mutants."
For the first time ever, Big Master had sounded like he was making sense. Although his memories were fragile and distorted, he remembered the Big Town incident a few years ago very well, due to amount of mutants that had been killed during it and the two humans that had been captured. It was certainly a sad time for both parties involved, and Big Master remembered it well; all too well. As the party began to take off towards the Big Town of little people, he followed suit.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2014 17:24:56 GMT -5
"We found him in German Town. He just sorta popped up while we were fighting off a different mutie. The big galoot fought with us. This was after I ran into James, before Big Town... The first one jumped us when I dug Willow up.... well... it's a long and complicated story."
Miriam strapped her minigun to her back and thanked James with a grunt. Scrambling through her retrieved possessions, Miriam snatched her cigars and Zippo Lighter from Willow's eager hands. She lit the cigar, throwing the mutant a long hard dagger stare.
“A friendly mutant, huh?" She took a good drag on the cigar, and mushroom-clouded out the smoke. "I ain’t heard many stories about friendly mutants.” Willow toyed absentmindedly with a cigar, chewing on the tip thoughtfully. Miriam shot her daughter a good solid "not on your fucking life" glance before continuing to lecture Coyote and James.
“But come to think of it, I’ve heard stories about mutants who have a li’l bit of human left in ‘em…but sooner or later, that green slime shit turns ‘em psycho and then they eat your fuckin’ limbs. Yeah. I hear plenty of those stories."
Miriam wasn't even looking at the thing anymore. She always hated mutants. Always had. Always will. She'd never forgiven them for making her feel scared as a girl. Plus, she'd buried far too many old and new friends thanks to those green bastards.
“And you had this thing walkin' the wasteland with my goddamn daughter? Nice fucking babysitting, pricks. This isn’t a holodisk, Coyote. The beast doesn’t turn into Prince Charming and get the girl. It twists her fuckin’ head off...*ack*”
Miriam clutched at her ribs. She had to get oxygen to the wound, and there was no getting around it - Snake's fucking dogs had tore into her gut. It probably looked a lot worse than it was, but it still looked pretty goddamn bad. Moreover, being kept as a slave was tiring. And more than terrifying. Not than Miriam was about to share that with anyone present, not even Coyote. But a rest and a drink would be good.
"Guess we got more important things going on." She grunted. "I got a little business in Big Town. Well, I guess you could say we all do."
Willow gasped involuntarily at the mention of the Town's name. Softening, Miriam took her daughter's hand in hers and squeezed it gently. Miriam was a quick walker, and there was something a little amusing about six foot Miriam dragging the tiny figure of Willow to Big Town by the hand like a little doll. Willow couldn't help resist a little smile. Miriam noticed. Maybe the girl was gonna be okay after all. The Big Mastur piped up.
"Me, you... you friends with Kay-oh-dee and Pal-ah-diin, yes? You be friends with BIG MASTUR' too, yes? Not want fight much more, fighting make people dead a lot. Friend...?"
It was a nice gesture, but it would have been to soon to play on an old warrior like Cohen even if Big Mastur had been human. Miriam didn't look Big Mastur in the eye, and instead spoke loudly to James and Coyote.
“Okay ladies, Rule Number One. It doesn’t talk to me. It doesn’t talk to Willow. Rule Number Two: When we head into town, Green boy stays outside, and in the wasteland one of us keeps a gun barrel trained on it at all times. And I mean all fuckin’ times. Rule Number Three: if it turns psycho or I think it’s turning psycho, then I dig out the old Cohen family recipe book and serve up some fresh green ass-burgers. Fair enough? Let's move out. All of us are too pretty to die in the Wasteland.“
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