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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (65/?)
Date: 2016-05-20 03:08 pm (UTC)“Did you really do all that?” Photo asks. Lucinda scans the list, tries to figure the words as best she can.
“Yeah,” she says. Turns around, tips her hat back. Studies the town square--there’s another poster nailed to one of the pre-war telephone lines that’s holding up the pavilion roof, another glued to the ranger station front wall, a fourth, half-burned, skittering across the street in the breeze.
Photo is quiet for a long minute.
“They’re offering a lot of money,” she says.
“They’d pay for anyone on this team to be turned in,” Lucinda says, does finally cast a sideways glance at Photo. “I’m just the one they want the most, for the most crimes.”
“Thirteen thousand dollars,” Photo murmurs.
“Wanted dead or alive,” Lucinda says, repeats it off the poster. That much is clear enough. “They’ll have to bring me into the NCR dead if they do it.”
“Really?” Photo asks.
“Yeah,” Lucinda agrees. “The fuckers will have me hanged anyway. Rather die fighting than on a scaffold.” She pauses. “Or a cross.”
“The NCR doesn't crucify people.”
“How long you think we last in the Legion.” Lucinda tilts her chin down, over, so she’s looking at Photo from beneath the brim of her hat. She digs for a cigarette and a match, lights it before she says anything else. “How long before they break this up, hang me on a cross for something stupid, kill or maim or bury the rest of you under rules and regulations and babies and slavemasters?”
“They’ll probably just send me home.” Photo scuffs her foot on the floorboards, and Lucinda throws her head back to laugh.
“Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing, kid, at least you’ve still got a home to go back to.” She flicks ash off the end of her cigarette. “Some of us don’t have that, so appreciate it.”
“Lucy, I need to collect some plants, if I’m going to be making medicine for the team.”
“Sure,” Lucinda agrees, rolls to her feet, reaches for her gun.
“I’d like to bring Photo along, since she has the least practical knowledge on the matter, and you have some of the most for this region.”
“Oh, uh.” Lucinda looks to where Photo is sprawled on her sleeping bag, eyes still closed, not asleep but certainly not awake. “Of course. When do you want to leave?”
“Give me just a bit to get all my things together, and then I'll be ready to go.” Siri tips her face up, smiles at Lucinda. Lucinda catches herself smiling back, nods. “We shouldn’t need to be out for more than a few hours, I’m just running a test batch first, to make sure I can actually craft healing powder and poultices with my current equipment and supplies, so it’s not like I need much of anything.”
“I’ll go get Photo moving.” Lucinda slings her gun over her shoulder, sighs, heads toward Photo. “Hey, Twist,” she calls, halfway across the camp. “Me and Siri and Photo are headed out, you’re in charge until I get back. Don’t do anything stupid.”
“Got it,” Twist calls back, raises one hand, without looking up, to give a thumbs up.