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Post by Dizzy on Mar 15, 2015 4:09:15 GMT -5
He heard the commotion from the other side of the tent, and as Yuki and the other boy came into view, he lowered his sidearm at the site of Yuki sobbing on the ground. Yuki was truly to much like his sister when she was younger. He disregarded the boy losing his mind, passing him off as a slave that once belonged to the Raiders that wasn't quite sure what to do with his freedom. Freedom can do things to a persons mind, such a dramatic change can cause emotions to run wild.
His only focus was on the young girl, and as another, older women came into the picture, he began fingering the trigger on his sidearm, keeping the .45 caliber pistol at his side. Currently the armored women was the only thing standing between him and Yuki.
With the adrenaline in his system subsiding he began to feel the sharp pain in his shoulder as blood continued to trickle down his arm and across his battle-torn clothing. He had to retrieve Yuki soon in order to treat the wound, but if this newcomer decided she was looking for a fight treatment for the wound might not be a viable option.
Spectres right index finger began flicking the trigger to his weapon in anticipation for what ever might occur. There was also another shooter to take into account which made him especially on edge. Raiders had fallen at a distance that he hadn't shot at, and this women possessed no long range rifle, and this fact caused his body to tense up in preparation.
As he took in everything around him his gaze fell on Yuki and he spoke in a calm voice.
"Yuki, come to me so we can leave to Rivet City."
His brown orbs darted from Yuki to the armored women, observing her movements and demeanor. He was waiting to see if she was just another waster taking advantage of the weak, or if she was sincere in her approach to help the boy losing his mind and wished to provide care for Yuki and the former slave.
What ever the case was, the same motive still ate at Spectres mind.
Get Yuki to safety.
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Post by aardvarklord on Mar 15, 2015 5:35:02 GMT -5
As Murphy approached the camp, he would actually raise his gun briefly when he heard the shouting, his jittery reflexes telling him that he would be harshly punished for getting this close without clearing the threats. However, the delirious words from what was clearly a young-ish boy told him that it was one of the captives utterly and completely out of his mind. He would reach the edge of the camp in a jog as a fourth individual, a rather well-armored woman probably around his age, came out and attempted to tend to the younger members of the group. And Murphy himself would slow to a walk as he entered Skullface's line of sight. He was tense in the moment, his hands gripped his ancient SMG tightly and he moved sheepishly towards the group, albeit keeping his distance. However, he didn't sweep them with his gun or anything stupid like that, and he hoped that these people were rational enough to not shoot him on sight. Granted, he was almost comically small for a man his age and his duster-combat armor combo was distinctive enough that, at least, they would know that he probably wasn't a raider. Actually, he was shorter than the older of the two ladies and both of the guys.
The group looked a mess, with the girl clearly sickened by what had just happened and the boy out of his mind. He didn't want to interfere with the situation too much, but he could see now that the other man was hurt and that boy was in dire need of medical attention. He still wanted to know where this other woman came from, but he wasn't really interested in bothering with questions until everyone was free and clear.
He looked at the boy and the woman as she offered him the drug, and while his expression remained passive he definitely acknowledged the woman and nodded briefly, glad to help if she needed it but not willing to approach unless welcomed in. However, the girl was something he could more easily deal with, and as the man said something about heading to Rivet City, he came towards the girl and stopped a distance away, eye glued on the big fellow with the .45 as he did so. Eyes still partially glued on the man, he would let his MP40 rest on his shoulder, and after shifting to get his rifle properly adjusted would reach around to his pack to bring out a clear bottle filled with remarkably clear water and offered it to the girl. "Need a drink?" he offered gently, giving a small smile to her as he did so.
Whether she took it or not, he would add to Senor Skull-on-Face in a hushed tone in the hopes that the boy wouldn't hear, "Both you and the kid are in pretty rough shape, granted him more so. You have anything to help with that?" He could recognize that the woman was giving him med-x, but that just helped the pain, not the source. "I've got some medical supplies, but it's not exactly high-tech stuff." Most of it was natural stuff, simple remedies that his blasted pa had taught him. He had a few stimpaks, but they were his personal emergency stash that he hoped he'd never have to touch.
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Post by Endicott on Mar 15, 2015 16:49:49 GMT -5
The world seemed to pause around Norman, with a suspiciously large gathering here in this desolate camp. Why would all of these people be out here in the middle of the barren wasteland? It was just black earth and a few tents... perhaps Norman didn't want to fathom why. An odd looking woman approached Norman, but her words fell on his deaf ears like bullets against a deathclaw. Into his hands two stimpaks and some med-X appeared... Norman knew of both of these drugs and their uses, but without thinking seemingly injected all three of them within a minute, still silent.
Within a minute or so, the euphoria and numbness began to kick in and the environment seemed to brighten and become... blurry; everything was good. Norman laughed in an unsettling way, feeling truly free, if only because of his drugged state. The hills looked welcoming, and he darted off, stumbling and tripping, screaming and laughing like a madman... or perhaps just a free man. The others wouldn't be able to keep up with him; his spirit and the drugs running through his veins would see to that. And like that, he was gone... and god knows where he'd end up.
However, there was still another unattended matter in the camp to be dealt with. In one of the closed tents sat a ghoul sporting haphazard pre-war business attire, his hands bound and his mouth gagged. He seemed to be drowsy, and from the looks of things the raiders had probably only just caught him today or the day before as he seemed in good shape... for a ghoul anyway. His muffled moans seemed to grow a little loud as he lay uncomfortable on the hard, brazen earth. The gun shots had woken him, but the commotion saw to it that he wasn't found... yet.
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 17, 2015 3:48:40 GMT -5
Kirra raised her arm to stop the boy as he dashed off, but stopped herself. She had done all she could, and she knew no-one else would be able to catch up to him, so she let him go. The masked man, she presumed one of the snipers, appeared. Their eyes met for a moment, and she could tell he wasn't looking for a fight. Closer inspection it seemed he was injured as well. Soon after, a second individual in armor that looked like a make-shift version of her own entered. He was a 'little' short in stature, but he looked like he could handle himself. She smiled internally at the joke, but kept her outward expression even.
"Yuki, come to me so we can leave for Rivet City." The masked man said to the young girl, who had finally managed to steady her body.
'Rivet City aye? Interesting. Maybe if i help them get back they'd shout me a bottle?' She me mentally scolded herself. 'Now's not the time.'
The girl didn't respond, probably still feeling ill, before Shorty took a few steps towards her.
"Need a drink?" He offered, and if looks could kill, Kirra was sure Mask would have been able to kill him with his glaring.
She mumbled slightly in the direction of Mask.
"Could be poisoned..." She remained silent a second as the tension seemed to peak, then finally cracked a smile. "Just kidding. I could do with a drink too." She said lightheartedly, licking her lips in emphasis.
The man offered a meager amount of medical supplies, and Kirra's smile changed to one of a more content nature. 'At least he just wants to help.'
She took a moment to examine her immediate surroundings, as well as check her supplies and ammunition. When she was done, and the men had finished talking, she decided to jump back into the conversation.
"Well, I've gotta return home to Rivet City, replace those Stims i gave to the boy. I could come with you guys if you want." She knew Mask probably wouldn't trust her, so she pitched the question to the girl. "That all all good with you kid? You friend here looks like he's not in the best of shape to protect you all by himself."
Kirra got her response, then pointed to Shorty.
"Hey you, come help me scrounge around the camp for anything the Raiders were kind enough to leave behind. Plus i'm sure these two would like some time to talk." She half turned, then turned back to the group. "Name's Kirra by the way. Pleased to meet you all." Then went off to start her scavenging.
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Post by Jackie on Mar 17, 2015 14:32:27 GMT -5
After her stomach had purged it's contents, which she'd been fortunate to not get on her, Yuki would turn over so she was sitting on her bottom. The ghastly images of what she'd seen were still fresh in her mind, though her brain was doing it's best to repress the horrific scene she'd witnessed. She didn't even register the arrival of the new face, a woman in her 20's somewhere, nor did she comprehend the words the woman spoke. It wasn't until a bottle of clear water came into her view that Yuki would snap out of her daze. She hadn't caught what he said, but his small smile indicated the bottle was for her. Slowly Yuki would reach out and take the offered water, unscrewing the cap and taking a long drink before screwing it back on. "Thank you." The teen would finally manage to say to the man, whom was also a new face.
Where had all these people come from she wondered? Yuki supposed it didn't matter, they didn't seem to be associated with the raiders whose corpses now littered the area, blood running staining the barren ground in large patches. The boy had run off to a fate unknown, and it might have been a bit mean, but Yuki was glad. It was then that a familiar voice struck her, that of Spectre, telling her to come to his side. Slowly the girl would get to her feet, clearly still a little shaken from the whole ordeal but able to move at least. Yuki imagined he'd be pretty angry that she ran off like she did, and she was expecting a scolding or something of the like for it. As the teen approached Spectre, she would take notice of the wound on his arm. "Are you alright? You're bleeding." She would point out, clearly concerned by it.
When the armored woman mentioned something about going to Rivet City, mentioning she could go along with them, Yuki would glance her way briefly before looking back up at her would be guardian, though her gaze would shift back to the woman when the question was directed towards Yuki personally. "Ummm..." Was all she would say at first, though she'd follow with actual words pretty promptly. "If he says it's ok..." Of course motioning to Spectre as she said 'he'. Yuki didn't care really, she just wanted to get as far from this place as she could.
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Post by Dizzy on Mar 17, 2015 19:39:18 GMT -5
It seemed that these new comers were not here to start any sort of altercation, and that they in fact all had good intentions. With that, Spectre holstered his sidearm back onto his hip before extending his left hand out to rest it on Yukis shoulder. He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze before saying "I'm fine Yuki. We would have strength in numbers, but I will leave the choice up to you."
The main reason Spectre would see the group come with Yuki and himself was for the simple fact that they had a small amount of medical supplies, which he wanted to have on hand just in case Yuki ended up needing some.
"Don't stray to far Yuki, I need to take care of this bullet."
He let his hand drop from her shoulder and made his way over to a nearby campfire that still had hot embers burning within it, his eyes still scanning the group all the while before he finally stood with his boots touching the edge of the fire pit.
Taking a knee by the hot embers, Spectre shifted his body to keep his left side facing away from the group. He then began unbuckling and unstrapping the tight leather armor from his left shoulder and chest in order to get to the wound. His head turned back toward the group to make sure Yuki was still in his sights and not wandering off to far for his liking before he continued his work on the wound..
He set his fingers across the small hole in his cloth shirt and ripped it open slightly, and then drew his knife into his right hand. After digging the round out of his shoulder he examined it to ensure that it was a small enough round to where the wound would not need any further attention, and being satisfied enough that it was to small to cause serious damage, he flicked the round off into the camp with his fingers before placing the metal blade of the knife into the red hot embers of the dying campfire.
After enough time had passed he drew the blade from the campfire and pressed it against the open wound and held it there as it cauterized the skin. Spectre didn't wince or make a sound as he held it there, turning his head to observe the new faces in the group. It had been a while since he had traveled in a group this size, and if Yuki wished it, maybe he would again.
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Post by aardvarklord on Mar 18, 2015 0:49:51 GMT -5
It was something of a relief that the girl was at least smart enough to take a drink, but less so was the strange string of events that took place around that... clearly unstable boy. Murphy had no idea what the heck just happened, but unless he felt like running after the kid--which he didn't--there wasn't much he could do for him. Well, best of luck to the boy, but chances were good that that was the last anyone would see of him that wasn't in the belly of a yao guai.
Fortunately for him, it seemed that Skully was more or less okay with Murphy and the girl sticking around for the time being, at least as far as Rivet. Once he took the bottle back from Yuki, he would go ahead and start looking through the belongings of the raiders, checking for anything that would be of any worth. Inevitably there were always a few caps and some assorted rounds, and he made sure to take a finger or two when Yuki wasn't looking, but for the most part there wasn't anything of note on them. In the meantime, he would look up at the pair and ask as he rooted through the camp, "So, any particular reason you're headed to Rivet?"
He was still debating whether or not to actually tag along with them actually. He had nothing against Rivet City, but he hated the routes to it, even if they were patrolled by the Brotherhood. Being on the low ground made him nervous, and the lack of open space provided by the city was even worse. Still, at least if he joined them, it would be in a group, and he could probably stand to see what they had around since Rivet was basically the ultimate market of the land. Eh, he'd think about it.
He almost immediately looked up at the hissing sound, and found himself surprised to see that the man was cauterizing his wound without painkillers of any sort, and doing so without much reaction. "Jeeze..." he commented to himself; he'd had to do that before, but he'd been tearing up pretty bad. Going back to his rooting, he eventually found a couple mutfruit and immediately said happily, "That's what I'm talking about." After grabbing a nearby bucket, he walked over to an area near the others and sat on the upturned bin. With nothing else going on, he figured he'd go ahead and start cutting these fruit into halves to share between the group. As for the issue of the remaining half, he had a few ideas of what to do with it.
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Post by Endicott on Mar 18, 2015 11:21:05 GMT -5
The others had seemed to gloss over his presence, perhaps due to his inaudible muffled moans. With little help, he began to writhe around and fiddle with his rope restraints, his tar-filled lungs struggling to give him adequate oxygen. It wasn't exactly the toughest of rope, but it proved a challenge. If only he had something...
...sharp. The table to his side held on top of it his valuables. The ghoul hopped up enough to see what was on it, account for each of the items. Revolver? Check. Sawn-off Shotgun? Check. Half-empty bottle of lukewarm scotch? Check. Pack of cigarettes, half full? Check... and last, but not least, kitchen knife stained with blood? Check, check, check. With snake-esque movements, he wriggled and caught the restraints on his feet around the table leg, pulling it towards him in the hope of it falling over. After some trying, it toppled enough to slide off the cigarettes and the knife, both of which fell to the floor. The knife had landed with it's point embedded in the earth; the ghoul's own sword in the stone.
"Hmng..."
It seemed he was muttering something, but the gag made certain that it was lost. The old fossil reached around with his bound hands and grabbed the knife by the blade, cutting into his flesh a little. Maneuvering it to slice through the rope proved difficult, and for a while he scrambled around trying to pointlessly jab at his bounds with the blunt old blade. It may not have ever cut through them, but it made them weak enough to pull apart on their own. Success, at last. He removed the gag and cut through the restraints on his feet, breathing a hefty if frustrated sigh of relief. First order of business; he needed a drink. The whiskey gleemed invitingly in all it's amber glory as the lid was removed and about two shots worth downed. It tasted about as warm as piss, and probably about as badly too due to it's age, but it was refreshing nonetheless.
After having sought all of his belongings and placing his hat back on, he walked outside, loosening his scruffy, torn-up tie and cracking his fingers, a cigarette sitting on the edge of his lips unlit.
"Anybody gotta' light?"
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 20, 2015 7:01:30 GMT -5
Kirra didn't find much searching through the dump that was the raider encampment. A few clips here and there, your occasional chem. All of it worth taking, but nothing really valuable. And she was sure that masked guy could probably do with some bandages.The only thing of note she found was a half empty packet of matches, sitting on a pool table with a couple of caps and some scotch. She scrunched up her face in displeasure.
'Scotch? Really world? Not even a drop of whiskey? Ugh. The wasteland sucks.'
After she was done scavenging, she had started to calm down. Her 'scavenger persona' began to fade, her usual timid self filling in the gaps. Oh well, it was time to head back to the group anyways.
When she got back, Mask had dug the bullet out of his arm and was now cauterizing his wound.
Her thoughts echoed those of Shorty, as she quietly spoke.
"God, that's pretty brutal." After noticing the lack of any discarded Med-X syringes at his feet, she continued, although she wasn't really talking to anyone in particular. "Not even any painkillers either. He's one tough son of a bitch."
Kirra looked over to the girl.
'I hope she's okay. She doesn't look like she's made for the wastes. She's probably...' She saw the computer on her wrist. '...Yep, definitely from a vault.'
She noticed Shorty coming back, not realizing he had left in the first place. He looked pretty happy with himself, must of found something of note. As she quickly found out out, he had found some mutfruit. She walked over to him as he started cutting it.
"Nice score man." She smiled, then blushed and shuffled her feet awkwardly. "Sorry for putting you on the spot with my joke earlier, just trying to break up tension. I swear i would have felt guilty if the scary guy in the mask had shot you because of it."
Next Kirra stopped by miss Vault-girl. She looked a little less dying then when they'd last spoke, so that was always good. She took a seat beside her.
"Hey kiddo. How are you holding up?" She gave her a small pat on the back. "Probably feeling a little better now that that's out of your system. Well if you need a hand with anything just gimme a yell okay? Oh, and i don't believe i ever got your name."
If the girl told her, she'd probably compliment, and if not she'd just shrug. Either way, Kirra's attention was soon drawn to another figure stumbling into their make-shift camp. A ghoul no less. She swung her shotgun back over her shoulder, just to be safe. This was starting to be an uncomfortable amount of people all coincidentally in the same place. In the middle of a raider camp.
Kirra was the first to begin approaching him, stopping about 5 meters away.
"Anybody gotta' light?" The ghoul croaked, and she quickly scrabbled through one of her pockets, remembering the matches. She chucked them to him, still eyeing him suspiciously.
"If any of them work, feel free."
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Post by Jackie on Mar 22, 2015 20:43:30 GMT -5
(Sorry for the delay.)
Yuki was less than pleased by Specter's response as far as the other man and woman tagging along was concerned. It was rather funny really, she had always disliked being treated like a kid and not getting more say in certain matters, yet here she was getting to make decisions on her own and not happy about it. "...I guess I don't mind, if you guys really want to stay together." When her would-be guardian told her not to go far, Yuki would nod her acknowledgement, though she hoped he wouldn't be long, the urge to leave this place was still strong. The sooner she could forget about what transpired here, the better in her opinion. She was curious how Specter planned to tend to his wound, but when she caught sight of his knife, Yuki quickly decided it would probably be best if she didn't watch, though before he got far she would retrieve her rifle from him if he chose to relinquish it back to her. With an exasperated sigh, the teen would remove her backpack and plop down on the ground, crossing her legs and resting her AER9 over them. After digging past her folded up jacket, Yuki would pull out a few tools before unscrewing the side panel of her laser rifle.
The young girl would glance up from her repair job at the short man when he asked her a question, replying with a shrug of the shoulders. "To trade stuff, and I want to see an aircraft carrier." As the man sauntered off to tend to some matter or other, Yuki would refocus on the task at hand, moving the misaligned focusing lens back into position before proceeding to tighten the holder, while she was at it she would also go ahead and tighten the others and give the weapon and general inspection. Before she could finish however, the woman had taken a seat next to her and placed her hand on her back, asking if she was alright. "Y-yeah, I'm alright, thanks." The teen would reply rather meekly, a flat out lie but she really didn't want to talk about it right now. "I will, thanks. My name is Yuki." The girl didn't think to ask either of them their own names, her mind preoccupied with other matters, not to mention trying to actively repress the whole incident that had occurred.
Just as Yuki had concluded the maintenance on her weapon, and got the side panel back on, yet another face would make itself known. When the teen glanced up, she would inadvertently jump when her eyes came to rest on a ghoul, namely the side of his face where a good portion of his cheek was missing. It wasn't the first time Yuki had ever seen a ghoul of course, he was just the most emaciated looking one she'd seen thus far. She didn't catch what he said, but the woman seemed to have, and would toss him something. After tearing her gaze away, Yuki would put her tools back in her backpack and zip it up before standing and hoisting it back onto her shoulders, at which point she'd clutch her rifle with both hands. With nothing left to do, Yuki would patiently wait for Specter to finish doing whatever he was doing, the girl clearly eager to get moving.
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Post by Dizzy on Mar 22, 2015 22:00:27 GMT -5
His shoulder was no longer bleeding after being effectively sealed with the hot knife. After reattaching his leather armor, he returned the blade to its sheath and made his way over to Yuki. It didn't take Spectre long to find himself at Yukis side, and once there he placed his right hand on her left shoulder, his worn glove gently resting at the base of her neck. He was to preoccupied with tending to his injury to listen in on any conversation that had transpired. His brown orbs scanned the group, taking note of a new face in the crowed, a ghoul.
Spectre had encountered plenty of ghouls in his life, and surprisingly he viewed them as regular people. For him, it was about what lied within their hearts, whether they wanted to shoot at him and others, or go on with life making a some what honest living. Taking into account that no shots had been fired yet gave Spectre the impression that this ghoul was not the kind that was out for blood, but like every new face in the group, only time would tell if they had poor intentions or not.
His gaze shifted from the group down to Yuki at his side as he started to speak to her.
"You're quite handy with those tools, it's actually quite impressive. That being said we should start getting on the move if you are ready to leave this place."
He wanted to get moving, simply because the commotion they had caused would likely cause someone or something to come and investigate what had occurred. Meaning he wanted to get Yuki out of here and off to safety. Traveling in this group would help ensure the trip would be safer, but that all depended on what they came into contact with further down the road.
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Post by aardvarklord on Mar 23, 2015 4:37:56 GMT -5
Honestly, Murphy had been expecting some extravagant question about the girl's quest for Rivet City, or else nothing at all; what he hadn't been expecting was for her to say that it was to see an aircraft carrier. He looked up with his knife halfway through the fruit to look at her with a raised eyebrow before shaking his head and returning to his work. He couldn't bring himself to dissuade her from it since it was pretty much the same thing that he wanted to do with the Smithsonian, except easier. However, it was clear that she hadn't been around for some time, and when he finally noticed the Pipboy on her wrist, he promptly understood why. Vault resident, huh? Lovely. So basically, she was completely inept at survival. He was actually glad that the girl wanted himself and this other woman to come along--perhaps they could teach her some techniques while out here. As it was, it looked like the other woman was trying to bond with her.
Just as he was finishing with the fruit, a ghoul of all things walked into view. Murphy... never really knew what his view on those things were. He wasn't an outright bigot and tried to treat them curtly, but he always felt disturbed by their presence and generally just kept his distance as best he could. However, he knew that he should be nice to him, so when he got up to start offering halves of fruit to everyone, he would include the ghoul in this, regardless of his smoking. Why did people smoke? It seemed like it would be unpleasant. The fruit was a little odd-tasting, as usual, but it was juicy and didn't seem like he was eating chalk, so he had no complaints.
Assuming nothing went haywire, he soon began munching on his own fruit while Skully stated that they should get moving. "No arguments here." With a sigh he went to lean against one of the barricades near the girls and listened quietly to Skully's words to Yuki, smirking a little at it but nodding his approval if the young girl looked his way. However, while a decision was being reached, he looked over to the other woman and commented blankly, "Suppose if there's anything you want from this place, now's the time to do it." He'd noticed her scavenging like him earlier, and just wanted to leave the option open. He didn't have much to say to the ghoul--he just didn't know how to interact.
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Post by Endicott on Mar 27, 2015 18:09:13 GMT -5
(You're gonna have to skip me for now; just say the ghoul took the lighter, lit his cigarette and eat the piece of fruit, just watching the conversation for now.)
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 27, 2015 18:20:49 GMT -5
((Okay, I'll try to get my computer fixed up tonight to post))
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 29, 2015 5:38:29 GMT -5
((If no-one minds, i guess im gonna progress the thread a little bit, because i don't think i have much of note to write otherwise. Just PM me if you want anything changed or removed. Not really sure how far away we're mean't to be, so im going off my little mind map.))
Kirra watched as the ghoul accepted the matches, taking two to light his cigarette. Then he just took a seat, a piece of fruit, and watched the group. With little better to do, Kirra kept an eye on him. In the corner of her vision, Mask spoke with the young girl.
'Yuki wasn't it? Strange name, i like it.'
Minutes passed, and the ghoul still did nothing. She took a moment to look him over. He was armed, a knife, a revolver and a sawn-off. Decent weapons, but he'd have more holes than she could count in him if he drew any of them. Especially towards Yuki. Finally, Kirra decided he wasn't going to pull something, and went over to fetch a piece of Mutfruit.
Shorty handed her a slice, and Kirra bowed her head politely in thanks, then dug in.
"...it's actually quite impressive. That being said we should start getting on the move if you are ready to leave this place." She heard, coming from Mr Mask. In response, Shorty spoke up.
"No arguments here." He then turned to Kirra. "Suppose if there's anything you want from this place, now's the time to do it."
She shook her head, walking over to where she had put down her backpack earlier, and pulled it on.
"Alright people, let's pack up and head out. Destination - The Giant Fucking Boat." She said, with a little smile.
"Hey, ghoul dude. You coming with or were you just here for the free meal?"
The group had exited the Raider encampment, and Kirra started leading them to Rivet City. As her home, she felt it would be best for her to take the lead. She knew the fastest and safest routes. If they kept a quick pace and didn't meet too many interruptions, they could reach Rivet within an hour or two. As it turns out, luck was not on their side today, and they had already encountered three Yao Guai and they hadn't even reached the edge of the city yet.
"Just one of those fucking days..." She muttered. They were climbing over a small hill, when Kirra noticed she could hear something. A kind of chittering sound. She held up her hand and stopped moving, motioning for the others to do the same.
"Anyone else hear that?"
She closed her eyes and waited as the sound slowly grew louder, and she finally recognized it. Radscorpion, and a big one by the sound of it. She slowly crept over the ridge of the hill, and was met with the site of two massive claws, getting uncomfortably close to her as the creature charged tried to close the last few meters. Cursing, Kirra spun on her heels, sprinting as fast as possible back down to gain a bit of distance. Once she had, she spun once more, lifting her Riot Shotgun.
'Let's make this quick, shall we?'
She fired the first shot into its left claw, managing to mutilate it enough to deny its use. In return, the scorpion stab forward with its stinger. Kirra twisted to the side, the stinger narrowly avoiding her chest, then shot the stinger. The limb exploded into chitin as the shot tore it to pieces.
Next she stepped closer to it, too close for the use of the remaining claw, and thrust her boot into its heads. Her armored boot broke through the exoskeleton, lodging itself loosely inside. Unable to remove it without risk of falling (which would be fatal this close to the Radscorpion's mouth), Kirra took aim at the creatures body, firing two more times. The barrage of close range shot tore a messy crater in the scorpions body, ending its life.
Within what couldn't have been longer than ten seconds, the creature was dead.
As Kirra tugged her foot out of the Radscorpions head she sighed, her boot coated and some of her Riot Gear coated with ichor.
"Just another day in paradise isn't it?" She laughed, turning to the others a short distance away.
They all reached the top of the hill, and as the looked on, they could finally see the start of the city.
As the others began making their way down the hill, she whispered quietly to herself.
"Hey Washington. Can't wait to tell you about my day so far."
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