[center] [i][b] 2290, New Vegas, Ultra-Luxe Resort & Casino--[url=http://wh40kart.im/_images/320c20fcb1403ebb5e2cb59161b91286.jpg]Warleader Dosh-Novan[/url][/b][/i] [/center]

The Warleader was no longer able to hide his amusement, and threw his head back, before laughing loudly. His massive chest shivered, as he held onto the chair of Marie, with a roaring laughter sounding like a viper, hissing at a wounded prey. His eyes filled with tears for a second, before he wiped them away. The declaration of war, the fight that had broken out before them, and the tension in the air made him feel his blood rush through his veins, calling for him to join the skirmish! But Dosh-Novan knew better! He had his orders to protect the Pure-one, and while all seemed like worthy foe´s, who would make for marvelous trophies, he sated himself by simply enjoying the spectacle in front of him. 
Some called out their confusion, others protested against the act of being fooled, but all Dosh-Novan could see was the beauty of the upcoming conflict, the tension that would soon erupt in an spectacle that would please Ug-Qualtoth greatly! The west would bleed first, but soon, the east would follow!

[b]"Remarkable! It seems like these NCR-people have more balls then Brains!"[/b]

His words cut through the close silence that his laughter had left. Pushing himself from the chair of Marie, he looked at the silent guards, who he ordered with a nod to remain with Marie, before he turned around. As the first day had been brought to a closing, with this most entertaining act of violence, Dosh-Novan wanted to see the city, and more so, indulge in its pleasures. Bored to death by the dry talking, he longed for the stimulation that the rest of the day would give to him. 

Making his way into the streets, Dosh-Novan rested his eyes on the sea of neon-light in front of him, before finally setting his eyes on what he had looked for. A grin appeared on his face, as he stepped towards the The Gomorrah.

With limited space on the plane, he couldnt bring his Harem after all...

  

[center] [i][b] 2290, New Vegas, Ultra-Luxe Resort & Casino--Marie Ashur[/b][/i] [/center]

Face betrayed no emotion, as the roaring laughter filled the room behind her, and she felt the bear-like hands of the Warleader on the chair. Yet in her mind, she focused herself on the matters of importance, as she didnt missed the fact that the double in front of them, had called out the Cult as civilized, compared to the rest of the amassed nations of the east-coast! A grin moved on her lips, as she watched him bleed onto the carpet, before once more turn her eyes towards Bartholomew Hemingway. 

[b]"Oh, i would be disapointed if not! I will reside here in the Ultra-Luxe Resort! I wish you a good day, honored Envoy!"[/b]

To her surprise, she found the War-leader leaving, yet would not stop him. Alone with her guards, sitting in the soft chair, she glared at her empty plate, before letting out a sigh. Waving a Waiter, she ordered with soft words, as she remained in her seat, calmly waiting for what would come.

The steak was finally brought to her and Marie slowly began to cut it, before biting it off the fork, as her face showed a short twich, as she tasted the blood of the Brahmin. Then her eyes hushed upwards, meeting the wounded Double of the presidents eyes for a short seconds. A smile twitched over the edges of her lips, before the fourteen years old girl, once more looked down on her steak. 

A new convert was born!