Jericho stood up and picked up a bottle of whiskey, his choice of drink, from the counter in the small kitchen, "I don't have shit going on, so whatever you want to leave, let me know. The outcasts might not be as big or as many as the Brotherhood of steel, but they have power armor and I bet you guys still wore those half naked leather armor. If we surprise them and have more people we're less likely to kill half of your men to gatling laser fire." He took a swig of the bottled up whiskey before sitting back down next to her.
"What kept me and my men alive for so long was cause we fucking prepared, leaders before me were too fucked up on chems to think they could die. Bullets and weapons can be replaced, but fucking people can't." The tone of his voice had become slightly bitter, his value on a human life had changed in years of retirement and the loss of many people back when he was a raider. "If I die out there, I want it to because I fought till I died not cause own leader was too worried about using the best weapons or lossing fucking ammo." --- "Listen. My guys and I don't ... we're smart, okay? You aint got nothing to worry with us. Hell, you'll come out there with me and swear you're looking at some hybrid kinda Brotherhood meets Enclave kinda thing. We /salvage/ our armor. Aint going into battle wearing cloth." She laughed outright. "That's one thing I differentiated from in my group. Sorry but having your tits hanging out aint gonna save your life from a bullet or knife. Sure it puts ..... fear? I don't even know /what ... into your enemies... what DOES that do anyway? I guess tits would throw a guy off and make him stare so your bud can slice his throat from behind. Whatever. My tits come out when the fighting is done, I'm showered and then relaxing."
Realizing how odd that sounded, Phoenix laughed. "I don't mean I sit there with no shirt on. I dig the raider clothing, hell yeah. But not to fight in. You'll be finely armored, don't worry. We're always taking care of our weapons too. No shit's gonna jam or run outta bullets any time soon. Call us the New Age of the Raiders, I guess. But yeah. It's gonna be fine. I'll make sure ya don't die. I aint got to know you yet, man. You can't die for a while yet." She winked. --- "That's good to know. I was never good with power armor, but in major battle, that shit good enough for me." He looked down to his dusty boots and the old rusty floor, "Sooo.... how many people are in your gang? And are there any chicks?" He mumbled the last part, might as fucking well be forward with the girl, it's not like she thought he was a virgin or some shit. " I mean are they all like fucking newbies or some shit? Do they know how to aim and fuck and all that?"
He slide off the bed again and began eating his pre war blamco, sure it was not brahmin streak, but it was better than nothing. He used to eat mole rat stew, not that shit teased like plastic.
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Jericho/FemaleOCRaider "Pussy Fight" PT 17/?
Date: 2011-12-08 12:10 am (UTC)"What kept me and my men alive for so long was cause we fucking prepared, leaders before me were too fucked up on chems to think they could die. Bullets and weapons can be replaced, but fucking people can't." The tone of his voice had become slightly bitter, his value on a human life had changed in years of retirement and the loss of many people back when he was a raider. "If I die out there, I want it to because I fought till I died not cause own leader was too worried about using the best weapons or lossing fucking ammo."
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"Listen. My guys and I don't ... we're smart, okay? You aint got nothing to worry with us. Hell, you'll come out there with me and swear you're looking at some hybrid kinda Brotherhood meets Enclave kinda thing. We /salvage/ our armor. Aint going into battle wearing cloth." She laughed outright. "That's one thing I differentiated from in my group. Sorry but having your tits hanging out aint gonna save your life from a bullet or knife. Sure it puts ..... fear? I don't even know /what ... into your enemies... what DOES that do anyway? I guess tits would throw a guy off and make him stare so your bud can slice his throat from behind. Whatever. My tits come out when the fighting is done, I'm showered and then relaxing."
Realizing how odd that sounded, Phoenix laughed. "I don't mean I sit there with no shirt on. I dig the raider clothing, hell yeah. But not to fight in. You'll be finely armored, don't worry. We're always taking care of our weapons too. No shit's gonna jam or run outta bullets any time soon. Call us the New Age of the Raiders, I guess. But yeah. It's gonna be fine. I'll make sure ya don't die. I aint got to know you yet, man. You can't die for a while yet." She winked.
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"That's good to know. I was never good with power armor, but in major battle, that shit good enough for me." He looked down to his dusty boots and the old rusty floor, "Sooo.... how many people are in your gang? And are there any chicks?" He mumbled the last part, might as fucking well be forward with the girl, it's not like she thought he was a virgin or some shit. " I mean are they all like fucking newbies or some shit? Do they know how to aim and fuck and all that?"
He slide off the bed again and began eating his pre war blamco, sure it was not brahmin streak, but it was better than nothing. He used to eat mole rat stew, not that shit teased like plastic.