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We Built This City (2/?)
Date: 2012-06-13 03:42 pm (UTC)Ch. 2— My Kind of Pain in the Ass
So Beagle was dead and she was very close to just killing the whole town at this point. They were all more annoying in person as opposed to through the screen. She needed a quick way to get out, leave this place to someone qualified and get the hell out of dodge.
Primm Slim would do.
Liv wasn’t the best at science, but on the way she had run into some giant ants and a cazador and managed to climb all the way to level 7 (she really MUST have been in the game, since she could feel herself getting a little wiser each time she did something important.) That cazador in itself was the result of a mod to make the game a bit harder for her, and it was a bitch and a half to kill.
Her tags were speech, guns and survival, ironic how she answered randomly and still got those three things. She was a singer and performer in real life, so speech was definitely her forte, and she loved camping almost as much as she loved target practice with her dad. Sort of weird, she thought, how it would get that right.
Her science skill was just enough to reprogram him. Now, to find that silly little eyebot and tote it along with her to Novac.
Repairing ED-E wasn’t as hard as she expected it to be. She didn’t quite remember what her repair skill was now, but all she really had to do was smack the thing and tell it to wake up before it worked again. “Huh… I guess that’s how it gets done so quickly on screen.” She murmured as Nash said something unimportant to her. “Yep, thanks for the eyebot, smell ya later.” It felt good to know exactly what was around her at all times, so she thanked the eyebot for enhancing her perception in his weird little way.
The next step was getting though all those annoying creepy crawlies scattered in the Mojave. ED-E took care of them for her while she set him to essential on the cheat terminal. Unfortunately she was forced into playing Hardcore mode, so keeping her companions alive was a priority. There was one particular prize she was waiting for, but she’d get her hands on it sometime after she got back from the fort, she assumed.
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That silly bitch who won the Nipton lottery was raving like a lunatic, so she tossed a frag she had raided at him and watched him die. She didn’t particularly care about her karmic value at the moment, so she walked on in, right past where Boxcars was holed up, and straight to the town hall to greet that weirdo son-of-a-bitch Vulpes Inculta.
She never knew what to make of the man, so she just decided to assume that she liked him. Actually seeing him as flesh and not pixels made her decide that yes, he was attractive, and yes, she wanted that motherfucking hat to stick on her wall as a trophy.
She couldn’t take it just yet, so she patiently spoke to him, not betraying any ill intent or dislike of the Legion. Despite all canon descriptions of women being thought of as inferior to the Legion, she thought they were all rather civil to her for a group of raiding brainwashed tribals. Inculta himself had been polite, but that probably came with the job of being a spy. Or maybe it was because her charisma was so high.
As she left the decimated town she felt a little bad for thinking that some of the burning flesh smelled a lot like dinner. She sighed and decided that for now, a box of sugar bombs would be enough to ease the hunger ‘til she got to Novac.
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