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Evil!Courier or Evil!LW is a scaredy cat.
(Anonymous) 2011-10-28 03:42 am (UTC)(link)Toast 1/1
(Anonymous) 2011-12-07 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)Summary: Vulpes Inculta threatens the courier with her greatest fear, a toaster.
Minerva shrieked and scrambled to get away from the abomination before her. She didn't know how Vulpes had known toasters scare the living fuck out of her, but he had to have gone to the ends of the earth to find one. The weeks leading up to the battle for the dam had been spent not only doing special tasks for Caesar, but tracking down every old world abomination left in the Mojave and reducing it to scrap metal.
“ I will ruin your ass if you don't get it away from me!”
Vulpes smirked but made no move to comply as he sat. She was the destroyer of worlds, the scourge of the Mojave; she did not have to put up with this insolence.
“You're going to sit down like a good girl,” Vulpes said, “And we're going to discuss my terms.”
“To hell I am. I will travel back in time and punch your mother in the ladyjunk. I will castrate you with my teeth and make you eat your own balls. Fuck your terms. I won the war for you assholes. What the fuck did you do, Inculta? Burn one shithole settlement down, killing a few idiots in the process.”
The corner of his mouth twitched a fraction—just enough to reveal his irritation. Caesar had given her more respect in one afternoon than he'd given Vulpes or any of his officers in their entire lifetime. She couldn't blame him. For all the talk of how big and bad the Legion was, they'd been on their way to defeat before she'd clawed her way out of her own grave to change things.
“Now, that's no way for a lady to talk,” he said, “Let's be civilized about this. Sit. I insist.”
He pushed the chair towards her with his foot, bumping the table leg in the process. The toaster tipped over and fell on it's side---toaster slots pointed right at her face. She choked down a scream.
“Get it away from me, Inculta, and we can be friends again,” she said, “Will you at least cover it up with something? I can't think with it staring at me like that.”
“I'm afraid I can't do that. Not yet,” he said.
It took all her willpower not to run screaming from the the tent---she couldn't give him the satisfaction. As a woman, her position in the Legion was a delicate balancing act. She'd already heard whispers of an arranged marriage, and that was something that would not stand. Minerva was not now nor was she ever going to be content to sit on the sidelines, knitting booties, while the boys got to have all the fun.
She'd killed the fucking president and she'd done it before a crowded assembly of NCR soldiers. How could one hunk of scrap metal reduce her to a quivering, jabbering idiot? She didn't know why they scared her---they just did.
At least this one didn't talk. The one she'd found in the Big MT still haunted her with it's talk of destruction and its heating coils of doom. It took everything in her to sit across from Vulpes, but she did it---her heart was racing.
“That's more like it,” he said, “I'll be blunt. You've been gunning for my job, and I don't like it.”
“You've been out in the sun too long. I don't want your shit job.”
“I didn't get to be the leader of the Frumentarii because I'm stupid. You're going to back off.”
“Or what? You're going to kill me? Caesar might have something to say about it. He did put my face on a golden coin. I'd hate to be in your shoes if you did manage to off me.”
“I wouldn't dream of it,” he said, “On the contrary, I am going to shower you with gifts. Every morning when you wake you'll find your room filled to the bursting point with these delightful contraptions. Everywhere you look you'll see one. No matter what you do. No matter where you go. I'll be right behind you, waiting for you to close your eyes and sleep. Is that what you want?”
She could see it now---the madness glinting in his eyes. It didn't matter that she'd destroyed every toaster she'd come across, he'd find more. She'd never be able to sleep soundly again. Every time she shut her eyes, the fear would be there.
“Fine. You win. Get that piece of junk out of my face and we'll call it even.”
The smirk he gave her before he fled the tent was enough to seal it. She was murdering him in his sleep, the first chance she got.
Re: Toast 1/1
(Anonymous) 2011-12-08 03:21 am (UTC)(link)Re: Toast 1/1
(Anonymous) 2011-12-12 01:17 am (UTC)(link)Yes. Just YES.
Re: Toast 1/1
(Anonymous) 2012-01-05 09:24 am (UTC)(link)Epic.
Epic.
Re: Toast 1/1
(Anonymous) 2012-01-17 03:04 am (UTC)(link)Just yes. This is so perfect. I would just love to watch Vulpes keep a poker face on through this exchange.
Re: Toast 1/1
(Anonymous) 2014-01-14 06:52 am (UTC)(link)That toaster freaked me out too, so I feel a certain kinship here!
Re: Toast 1/1
(Anonymous) 2014-06-06 05:43 am (UTC)(link)Re: Toast 1/1
(Anonymous) 2016-07-07 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)