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1/9/2016 4:38:22 PM
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"Uggh, fine."
[i]He gets up and pulls out a glowing weapon, definitely experimental, and puts an old power cell into it[/i]
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[i] She looks back,her optics picking up several vehicles,and at least 15 Scavs, in this light they wouldn't spot them unless they broke the horizon , if they travelled between the dunes they should avoid detection,but it was longer and more tiring.[/i] " Hey, Wipeout , Have you anything in that pod thats worth anything,that might be used to barter. There isn't much currency out here?"
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"Maybe the flight computer."
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"Well if u think u can carry it easily enough then grab it and letz go, and dont break the horizon. We should be ok between the dunes, but it wl be à slog."
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"Alright." [i]He goes and rips out the computer, its not big but not too small either[/i] "Lets go miss stalker."
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" You should be glad it was me that found you" [i]she finishes her cigarette[/i] " We can stop once we've moved from here if you have any wounds,i'm pretty good with a needle and thread in the meantime, water or cheap brandy?" [i]She waves a couple of flasks in his direction ,[/i]
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"Brandy."
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[i] She chucks him the Brandy flask,and lights another cigarette, they head steadily westward.[/i] " Deux by the way," [i]she puts her hand out[/i]
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"Call me LIMBO." [i]He shakes her hand but when he lets go he angles his wrist so the blade on his arm cuts her hand[/i]
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[i]Before she has had time to bleed ,her revolver is levelled at his head, she pulls the hammer back ,by the time he looks up she is out of physical range( parkour) [/i] [i]With a rye smile she eye's him.[/i] " Not wise , Wipeout, not wise at all."
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"I do that to everyone I shake hands with."
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 1/9/2016 11:54:41 PM" And I'm fresh off the boat, gonna give you apiece of advice, I've spent the last 8 years hunting demons for the Bureau, and I know their type and yours, selfish self serving and instinctive, they take what they want and the waste the rest. I'm not here for your amusement. I am a hunter , I will NEVER be hunted, are we clear."
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"Sure scrub."
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" Now , Limbo , you got two choices, put that bad idea out of your head, and we keep walking, or u can take your chances with the scavvers."
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"Aaaaand...it's out."
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" Good , now let's keep moving, hey u still got my Brandy?"
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"Yeah."
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[i]Her hand still bleeding , watching her distance from limbo [/i] " Pass it please "[i] she re lights her cigarette[/i]
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[i]He tosses it to her[/i] "Help yourself."
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[i]She takes a swig, pulling a face at the cheap warm liquor, she the pours some onto her wound,hissing at the sting, she takes another drink. She tears. Strip off the bottom of her top and uses it try and bandage she cut .[/i] " I'm gonna need to stop and put some stitches in that, if it doesn't stop soon. Anyway lets go," [i]she walks slightly behind and to the side.[/i]
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"Aaaaand...it's out."
