[i][b]"I'm Welsh, Arthur Welsh. Pleased to make your acquaintance and all that."[/b][/i] Ari flashed him a smile. She was about to say something else, when a brisk wind began to pick up, and she slammed her mouth shut, turning to gaze towards the Megaton gates. Her eyebrows furrowed in a deep frown, and she rested her hands on her hips. [b]"Getting mighty windy,"[/b] she commented. Then, of course, it got even more windy, so much so that her golden curls began to billow in the wind.

And then the alarms pierced the afternoon like a barrage of bullets. It was the old air-raid sirens that once warned of the falling nuclear warheads; now they warned of invasion or sandstorms. And given the breeze, Ari could guess which it was. She would be proven correct moments later, when she heard rocks slam into the walls--and the dismal red color of a thick sand-cloud, monstrous in size, began to seep over the walls by the gates, and heading right towards them. It was a nasty sandstorm, this one. Ari stared, almost entranced, mouth gaping open. The storm was easily big enough to engulf all of Megaton and then some.

[b]"Oh dear, Christ!"[/b] Ari exclaimed, grasping the arm of Arthur Welsh. [b]"Don't know how much you know about things in the DC area, hell you might be from here for all I know, but I doubt it. But we need to get the hell inside, and quick! These sandstorms have been known to strip the paint from those old junker cars you see lying around. Just imagine what that would do to your skin! Moriarty's, we can take shelter there and have a drink too. Come [i]on![/i]"[/b] Ari then turned to face the woman who'd approached Welsh first. Still clutching Welsh's arm in her right hand, she waved for the woman to follow. [b]"You too, come on!"[/b] Arianna exclaimed. She then began pulling Welsh towards the saloon, hoping he didn't resist or ask too many questions. Time was something you didn't have a lot of if you wanted to get inside before a storm of this magnitude.