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I'm standing back with my arms crossed this whole time, watching this little exchange unfold, when the new arrivals show up with someone on a stretcher. I tap Sash, and whisper, "go get Fleece... Let 'em know someone's looking for 'em." I found Fle…
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I look to Sierra, pleasantly surprised by her sudden investment in The Irons.
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Like how she just diffused a bomb of a situation for us downstairs?"Yes. Yes I do." I pause a moment before adding, "but that's up to you. You earned your keep today."
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My fist finds its way to a nearby wall, hard enough that I have to shake off the pain of hitting a stud. "This witch comes into our fekin' home, lets a bunch of raiders sack one of our carriages, takes the fekin' loot from the raiders, gives a small…
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I shake my head, and take a step closer to her."Sierra, if anyone's put a target on my back today, it's me. I ain't some innocent soul that needs savin'. Say you're right, and some crazy witch is watchin' you, plottin' the demise of folks around you…
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OOC: OK... I'm reading Sierra. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 3, 4. Total: 8)
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Honestly, that whirring noise is feking everywhere... I'd basically drowned it out. It took me a few tries to catch it."Yeah. I hear it lots. The room is yours, Sierra... All night. No interruptions, if you want it. A deal is a deal..."
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I don't bother following her into the room. I realize it may not sound like it, but her privacy in that room was a part of the deal, and I respect deals in this establishment. She thanks me, and I nod. "Right... Well, we're just downstairs if you ne…
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I follow her eyes down to my hand, and watch the color drain from her face. My eyes narrow, and I gently put a hand on her cheek."I like dangerous." My fingers slip down to her chin, and I brush her soft skin... "Why don't you head on back to my roo…
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That catches me off guard; nothin' about today is exactly straightforward, but I'm not so sure I grasp exactly what she's sayin' now. I've heard-tell of this "feed" some folks talk about, but I can't say I believe it. Not really... I don't think les…
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Shite... I'm so fekin' terrible at this... I get down on the floor next to her, and gently rest a hand on her shoulder. Her skin's so fekin' soft compared to folks born in here. It's smooth. Cared for. It's the kind of thing I teach my girls to fake…
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I search the bathroom for her when I open the door, then I spot her on the floor, and step inside, closing the door behind me. It wouldn't be the first time I've been in here with some poor girl – usually drunk, or doped, out their mind – wipin' puk…
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I take a deep breath, and lean closer to the door. She's here... That sure as shite ain't OK."You decent? I'm comin' in..." I give her a moment to object before reachin' for the knob.
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I'm practically up to the bathroom by the time I notice Sasha comin' up to give me a piece of her mind — whatever the hell that's about ― and I shove a finger in her face, and shake my head."Now would be a bad fekin' time, Sash. Cook off." People t…
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I do... I motion for JD to start clearing out the bodies, and I'll head on up to the room to check on Sierra.
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What the blazin' hell just happened? I'm standin' here with my mouth ajar, watchin' Sierra bolt for my room, wondering whether I should chase after her or not... I think I should, but duty calls... I crane my neck around, to catch Ziggy's peripheral…
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OOC: Assisting Sierra's read. roll+hx (Sierra+2). (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 4. Total: 10)
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Fekin' JD. Our hands are drippin' in blood, not unlike the times we've gutted a few delinquent road agents for fekin' up our action. Granted: nobody was gunna miss them cookin' low-lives, and I seem to remember tellin' JD at one point that, "we didn…
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So now I'm famous? News to me... I get to work, slittin' throats until there ain't none left but Ziggy's, and Preen's. Then, for good measure, I point JD to Preen as I take up a place behind Ziggy, gently placing my knife at her throat, without actu…
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I chuckle to myself. Shake my head."I feel like that's a crime... Smart, pretty girl like you." I look over, watch her hands shake, but decide not to say nothin' — at least not yet.
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The statement almost sounds ridiculous — but the lady has certainly given me an opening... I slip to the back of the bunch, and pull out a knife — I ain't got a problem slitting the throats of these blazebrains. I take my knife, and bring it up to t…
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Hearin' Sierra call my name is like being asked to dance a jig when you're fried out your fekin' mind on a ball of dope the size of your fist... I heard what she said, but I wasn't aware of nothin' that came before it."We wot now?" I clear my throat…
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I grit my teeth, and barely contain a wild sneer. I dunno what the fek she's talkin to Sierra 'bout — but this will not stand. I send Marigold off regular to poach new girls from the Depot once a year — this is one of them trips. She ain't exactly o…
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OOC: Manipulating Ziggy. roll+hot. (highlighted) (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 1, 1. Total: 4)
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Shite. My eyes narrow into thin slits, and my hand gets itchy for that knife in my jacket... I could just knife this ugly cookin' witch, and be done with it; but I get the impression these rocksuckers, especially that pretty one with the chainsaw, …
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My brow furrows, and I shake my head — disappointed like."Ziggy," I whisper, low and raspy, "you're talkin' to a man that funds the people who do that kind of work... Those kinds of threats, scary as they are, gotta mean you'd be the one doin' the l…
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OOC: Esco is Holding 1/1.
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OOC: Esco's read a person on Ziggy. Roll+Sharp. (highlighted) (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 1, 4. Total: 6)
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I'd say I let the insult roll off me like water off a duck's back; but first of all, what's a cookin' duck, and secondly, I don't take kindly to people disrespecting me in my own joint."Esco. My boy JD is back there behind the bar." I toss a thumb o…
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Shite – I was hoping she'd come in here direct to me – let me keep one hand on Cooker. I kick JD below the bar, and make my way out to her when the music finally stops. "Ziggy," I call, all professional and shite, "I presume..."