A young woman sitting atop a strange titan of a creature jumps down and takes a look at the child in confusion. "Aren't you a little young to be wandering around alone in a place like this? You lost or something?"

[i]Someone atop the rooftops observed him silently, intrigued. While this sized up this approaching new person, he remained hidden, but upon realizing that it wasn't one of the usual edgelords, mercenaries, or mages that meandered through the gates, he approached the edge of the building he was standing on, and looked down. If the boy was aware of his surroundings, he would most certainly feel as if he were being watched.[/i]

James looked around at the people sparring and noticed someone on the roof looking at him. James wouldn't make it obvious that he saw him, he wanted to let it play out. The man was clearly sizing him up, so let him. James was scared but he wouldn't let it show.

[i]The figure decided that perhaps making a few friends around here was a better idea. The kid looked around his age, maybe a little younger, but it was better than being stuck around the sociopath... Well, Rose wasn't that bad, but she was like an older sister, and that got annoying fairly quickly. He wasn't really sure where Wolfe had been, but he hadn't been around for a while. Jumping down from his perch, his thrusters engaged as he landing gracefully on his feet with hardly a sound in front of Stinger. Hardly taller or thicker than him, the armored individual was lithe, his gear sleek and intimidating. However, he didn't seem to have very many weapons, aside from a folded bo staff and a combat knife.[/i] "Not too many kids around here, dude. Didn't get the vibe that this was a good place for 'em, but I'm guessing you're here for something? Someone?" [i]He asked, voice sounding distorted and almost robotic.[/i]

James saw the figure leap down. He grabbed his pocket knife in case of emergency. As the boy talked, his voice was clearly distorted. "Im here to avenge my families murder. What about you?"

"Long story short, don't ever try to steal stuff from psychos with machine guns and power armor." [i]He said rather bluntly.[/i]

"Probably a good idea, thanks. I'm James, cool guys call me Stinger. What's your name?"

"Watcher." [i]He replied. Despite the fact that James had shared his real name, Watcher wasn't trusting enough to give out his just yet. His alias was enough. Never could be too careful.[/i] "Dude, that pocket knife is probably not gonna be a lot of help, just saying." [i]He said, noticing it after a moment of observing James.[/i]

"Maybe, maybe not. It's better than nothing. I've also got this" James pulled out his Smith and Wesson. "Plus I can kinda manipulate time, so I can do more damage than you'd think." He sheathed both weapons.

"I'll give you props for the time manipulation, that's pretty sick. Still, though, some of these people, dude, that pistol and a knife are not going to do anything. Trust me, I've tried with bigger." [i]He withdrew his combat knife, twirling it and catching it carefully, displaying it to James before sheathing it back on his hip.[/i]

"This is all I have, I'm just a child and a beggar. I've survived off of this out there, I can in here. But honestly a bigger knife would be great." James pulled out his little pocket knife and flipped it. "Well, I don't know, I love this little thing, I wouldn't leave it for much."

"Begging doesn't work, man. Gotta work, gotta steal, do what you have to. People where I'm from don't like beggars." "And believe me," [i]the distortion in his voice stopped, it now sounding like that of someone who was around sixteen.[/i] "Being a kid really doesn't matter. All about the skills."

"People don't look at me where I'm from. That's where my time powers come in handy. Just slow time and take whatever I want, but I usually take just food. How else would I have this gun?" James noticed that Watcher dropped the voice modifier, maybe he was beginning to trust James. "I have the skills to make it out there, I did for 14 years. I had nothing but my wit and the ability out there. When people won't help the needy, you'll make them the needy, karma." Stinger began to start liking the Dojo, maybe he would stay yet. "Do you know where I can get a better knife by any chance?"

"I do know a dude with plenty of knives and guns." [i]He said, modulator coming back on, distorting his voice.[/i] "He's kinda terrifying, though."

[u]"Well, I've now killed a man, so I think I'll be fine. Why did you turn the voice distorter back on?" [/u] James knew his knife was bad and he needed a new one, but there was few people here that [b]didn't[/b] scare him. He'd get over it one day. But certainly not today.

[i]Rather than answer, he shot a question back at James.[/i] "So, you've actually killed someone?" [i]He sounded a little bit shocked that someone near his age had done something like that. He knew soldiers did it, he knew the people that he had been taken in by had all done it, but he himself had never taken the life of another human being, he never wanted to.[/i]

[u]"Yeah, I got the vengeance I seemed. He was a bad man who deserved to die."[/u] James couldn't help but notice that Watcher hadn't answered his question. [i]Just keep telling yourself he deserved it. It'll make the pain go away.[/i]

[i]Watcher remained silent, expression unreadable through his helmet.[/i] "So you still need a new knife?" [i]He said, seeming to be alright.[/i] "Like I said, I can take you to a guy who's got plenty."

"Yeah, if I'm gonna be successful, I need to be able to fight and defend myself. Thanks, by the way." James got ready to follow Watcher to the man

[i]Setting off, Watcher led as James followed, weaving through the crowded streets nimbly, and if James was watching extra-carefully, he could barely see that Watcher was stealing things from shop stands and sliding them into his bandolier as they went. The walk carried on for two blocks, until they neared an open courtyard, where a massive [url=http://img02.deviantart.net/6959/i/2016/076/4/b/fallout_vb_02__vertibird__fanfic_profile_by_donrocs1-d9vibqw.jpg]aircraft[/url] was landed, rear cargo bay open. It was clearly a VTOL gunship of some sort, the twin 30mm nose cannons and heavy Gatling laser giving that away. A strange and fairly intimidating [url=https://altopedia.com/images/b/b1/MotorheadLogo.jpg]design[/url] adorned the craft's nose, and loud classic heavy metal music played from a stack of amplifiers near the rear cargo ramp underneath a canopy that had been set up. The artillery net canopy covered crates loaded with munitions and weapons of all sorts, and there was a stand that seemed to be for some sort of armor maintenance. Someone large could be heard inside, moving ammunition and weaponry.[/i] "HEY WILSON!" [i]Watcher shouted.[/i] "F*CK OFF KID! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU STEAL SOMETHING AGAIN I WILL BEAT YOU WITH YOUR OWN SEVERED ARM!" [i]Came the reply, a different voice, a hint of a western accent with a metallic and filtered sound.[/i] "IF YOU DON'T WANT BUSINESS, THEN FINE. I'LL TAKE THIS GUY SOMEWHERE ELSE!" [i]An audible sigh came from inside the craft, and the music's volume was lowered as a hulking figure exited the aircraft. He stood in a full suit of X-01 MKVI Advanced Tesla Power Armor. An M2HB heavy machine gun sat atop his right shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his left. A large knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips. Two belts of .50BMG ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his Old World Flag cloak, an M240B, an M1 rifle, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and in a shoulder holster, an M1911. The helmet he wore was still spattered with blood, and the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix graced his chest-plate. [/i] "What can I... wait, what the hell?" [i]He turned his head towards Watcher, sounding angry.[/i] "Kid, I'm not selling guns to another kid. Look I know I'm f*cked in the head but I don't mess with that kinda stuff." "He doesn't want a gun, he wants a knife." "BECAUSE THAT'S BETTER!" "Dude I have a knife on me." [i]Wilson thought about saying something, but sighed instead, and looked to James.[/i] "Well f*ck me I guess I'm doing this sh*t after all... Do you know much about knives?"

James was taken aback. This definitely wasn't what he had expected. Maybe some shady guy in an alley, not a full blown muscular psychopath. After staring for a moment, Wilson looking terrifying still, James finally managed to speak. [u]"I've never had anything bigger than this pocket knife. That being said, this knife had killed a man."[/u] Although it hurt him to flaunt that fact like this, he had to scare people into not hurting him. [u]"I don't have much ability with a knife, but my time powers certainly help."[/u]He hated to flaunt that as well, but maybe he could get people to fear him. [u]"I just want something big enough to where I don't have to stab them 3 times to even harm them"[/u]

[i]Wilson stifled a laugh, and then lost it.[/i] "HOLY SH*T YOU MURDERED A DUDE WITH A F*CKIN' POCKET KNIFE? THAT'S F*CKIN' SICK!" "Alright, alright, real-talk... you need a real knife." [i]He unsheathed his [url=https://images.knifecenter.com/thumb/1500x1500/knifecenter/united/images/UCGH5026a.jpg]Bowie knife[/url] and showed it to James.[/i] "Good fighting knife, Bowies are big and pretty good at doing the job with one go. Usually, they're heavy, but they'll fit the hand well. You put that in and pull it out, the serrations are gonna leave a nasty wound, and the blade's big enough to defend against other blades. Thing is, you aren't gonna conceal that too well." [i]He sheathed it, and withdrew his [url=http://www.recoilweb.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/SOG-SOGfari-Machete.jpg]machete[/url] from its sheathe on his back.[/i] "You really wanna kill someone with one go, here's how to f*ckin' do it. You can bash 'em, smash 'em, cut 'em, gut 'em, you name it. Not to mention, machetes just look pretty f*ckin' scary." [i]He sheathed it, and reached down to pull his [url=http://www.swordsdirect.com/rambo-movie-knife-part-3-signature-edition.jpg]combat knife[/url] from his leg sheathe, which was smaller than both the Bowie and the machete.[/i] "This is just your typical multipurpose combat knife. Good for anything you need it for, a little bit more concealable. If you're into the whole fixed blade thing, there's tons of variations of combat knifes, and if you're into folding blades, I have plenty of them too, all pretty much bigger than your toothpick." [i]Wilson remarked, twirling his own knife.[/i]

[u]"Well, I don't really need to conceal my knife, I want it to be easily accessible and seen. I just want something to get the job done."[/u] James grabbed the bowie and tested its weight. He stabbed in and out very, very quickly. Faster than what was normally possible. He tried with the other hand, which had slightly weaker trusts and was slightly slower. [u]"I love it. I do want to try the machete though."[/u] James took the machete and did the same exercises. His right hand still being dominant, very strong, very fast with a slightly weaker and slower left hand. [u]Well I simply can't decide. You know what? -Blam- it. Let's have a -blam-ing party. Both of them. Bowie and machete."[/u]