Dragonbud

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Dusty smirked as the thugs began to argue to each other, questioning how important their payment was over their lives. One of the group clearly had some some smarts, urging the others to back down before they all get destroyed. And yet another stepped up the face Dusty. Her smirk grew into a full on grin as she became more excited for another fight.

But unfortunately for her the thrill of combat and victory was taken away, as the thug with a sense of self quickly ended the battle for her. Dusty looked up at him as he attempted to bargain for his life.

The raider cracked her neck, as the man began speaking and backing away with his remaining friends. As Dusty spoke a few flecks of dried blood, blood of the thugs she had already knocked down, fell to the pavement.

"Yeah we cool, lemme just ask my friend here."

Dusty turned back to look at Corinne, and the look on her face said it all. Dusty gave the girl a wink and turned back to the thugs.

"Well, sorry lads, the 'little whore'"

Dusty said, making bloody air quotes around the word, reminding the thugs what they had said earlier.

"Said it's a no go...so..."

With that Dusty leapt onto the nearest thug, knocking him to the ground with the force of her weight. Straggling his chest Dusty delivered two quick punches to either side of his face. One after the other. Each resulting in an audible snap and a splatter of blood. The Raiders breathing became heavy as the bloodshed fueled her Psycho withdrawal. She whipped around, looking back at the remaining thugs.

"Who's next?"

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@Kingfisher If Dusty was to ask Corinne if the rest of the thugs should live or not what would she say?

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Dusty rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, smearing blood across her lips and cheek, clearly showing disinterest and a lack of fear. The Raider cocked an eyebrow at the thug who called her out.

"I think I gots more brains and balls then this sorry sack of shit."

She snarled, kicking the fallen thug leader and splattering some of his blood across the pavement. Dusty wiped the bottom of her foot on the ground as the thugs mentioned caps. Dusty took a moment to look back at the girl. So the men were after caps? Dusty wondered how much they were being payed? Maybe Dusty could get in on the caps if she let them have the girl? Eh...naw. She got plenty of money today, and it would be more fun to fight the rest of these thugs. Also, the lady was kinda cute.

Dusty turned back to the thugs, only to be met with a gun in her face. It wasn't the worst thing she ever had shoved in her face. Dusty smirked, looking the gun over. Poor bastard didn't even get his gun ready before whipping it out.

The Raider looked from the man to the gun and then back to the man. She winked at him and swung a fist at the outside of his elbow, aiming to break his arm inward. The man quickly went to pull the trigger, only to be stopped by his own forgetfulness.

His elbow joint broke with a satisfying snap, the twisted grin spreading back across Dusty's face. This was a good day.

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dusty is so going to get shot

@Andreyich

i love my low intelligence drug child. rest in peace.

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Dusty smiled back at the woman, especially when the woman fluttered her eyelashes and expressed interest. It struck her as odd that the woman, while interested, seemed nervous. Maybe it was her first time being approached by a woman? Or maybe she was new at the whole 'being a lady of the night'. Dusty's smile relaxed a little, loosening up her posture, trying to make the woman feel more safe.

The raider extended an arm to the woman, hoping she would take it.

"Come on, lemme get you some food while wer' at it."

But before the two could move any closer to the tavern the two of them suddenly became a group. Four men, gruff, came out of seemingly nowhere. And before Dusty had a chance to comprehend what was going on there was shouting and cussing and violence. One of the men, likely the leader of the pack of mutts, pushed his way past the raider and grabbed at Dusty's potential lunch date.

Dusty, slightly knocked askew from the man pushing past her, slowly stood up straight. She could feel the blood boiling in her veins, the anger of being bossed around fueling her strength. Dusty took a deep, slightly shaky, breath as she moved up behind the man grabbing Corinne. She curled her fingers into a fist, her Spiked Knuckle Dusters glinting in the low light.

And without saying anything Dusty let out a shout as she swung her fist at the side of the mans head, aiming right for his temple.

The Spiked Knuckle Dusters collided with his skull with a satisfying crunch as his bones cracked from the force. A twisted smile spread across Dusty's face as the man began collapsing, a trail of blood flying from his scalp. The man fell to the pavement, Dusty was unsure if the man was unconscious or dead, right now it didn't matter.

"Dang, are you always an asshole to women? Or is today a special occasion?"

Dusty turned to the remaining thugs, standing over the fallen leader, keeping herself between Corinne and the other men.

"Now, I'm not gonna pretend that I know what's going on, but you assholes better fuck off before I send you for a dirt nap."

In the following silence Dusty swore she could hear the sound of blood dripping off her knuckles, landing on the hard ground. She smiled.

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Working on a post now, how far am i allowed to take this fight? Would it be fair to say a well placed punch to the temple would knock the guy out? Or would you rather have me just stagger him?

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Dusty frowned, looking almost disappointed. Leads? They were looking for leads on someone named Lazzari? Well that's boring. She hated the whole 'figure out who you need to beat up and then find them' sort of junk. She liked the people with the big brains and stuff to figure out the who and the where, and then she could do the punching. Boring. Dusty was about to just take a breather and let the men do the sissy work, until one of them suggested combining work and play. The well dressed man suggested the group met up with him later, so even if Dusty found nothing then he might have something. Good. That means she wouldn't have to work as hard.

The Ghoul was the next to scurry off, to do whatever it was ghouls did. Which left her and Doc, as well as the older man who had yet to make himself known. And since none of the other mercs decided to introduce themselves, nicknames it is. Dusty turned to her long time acquaintance, giving him a mock salute.

"Well, Doc, I guess I'll see you in an hour! Gotta go collect..."

Dusty forgot the word for a moment, snapping her fingers until the phrase completed itself in her head.

"Leads! Yeah. Leads."

But by now Dusty was already wandering off into the city, excited by the possibility of girls, booze and chems. And where to get all of that? And maybe even a lead if she was lucky? A bar. A seedy and nasty bar. She would have to find one based off the smell and the sound, as reading the sign was out of the picture. She stood outside The Last Call, strtching her arms above her head before seeking out a woman outside.

Dusty knew a thing or two about hookers, mostly that they knew more then they led on. Women of the night often heard more then most. But Dusty also knew a thing or two about caps, and that was to always keep an eye on your pockets. She might keep the air of an unobservant addict, but she knew that money was the most important thing around. The Raider happily sauntered up to a woman, standing a bit away from the entrance to the bar. Dusty smiled, a look that looked pretty good on her, as she spoke.

"Hey Darlin' hows about you and I get a drink?" Dusty said, beckoning over her shoulder at the bar.

"I'll cover the costs, and you can tell me all about this fine city."

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I'll take Dusty to the bar, i might not get a post out today but I'll make an attempt :D

welp i got that post out faster then expected lol

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Dusty's face visibly twitched with anger when she was referred to as kid. She didn't care of the walking sack of minced meat was hundreds of years old, no one called her kid. Throwing all caution, not that she had any to begin with, the raider snapped back.

"Yeah? Well hows about you go do something more productive? Like deep throating a cactus!"

But something interrupted, or at least redirected, her rage. Someone was tapping on her. Dusty whipped her head around, lips curled back in an almost animalistic snarl, ready to lash out at whoever was bothering her. But then realized she recognized him. It took a moment for her eyes to focus on who was sitting next to her. His face, and the smile and wink, was very familiar. A person she had brushed paths with for quite a few times. Them meeting like this would have felt strange, but the two always collided at the strangest of times.

The Raiders face changed for a moment, from anger to confusion. She wasn't confused about seeing him, it was bound to happen eventually, but his name was escaping her. More often then not she was high when she saw him. His name wasn't all important, especially when he was feeding her bad habits. She finally spoke, her angry tone replaced by one laced with interest.

"Uh...hey there doc...?"

Dusty took this lapse in her withdraw filled anger to take in her surroundings. She was with several other people, more then she could count. A clean looking man, a ghoul, a man with a gnarly looking scar, and doc. Oh and another ghoul, who was being an asshole. She felt the rage returning, her vision focusing on the ghoul standing over them. He had been talking, but she wasn't listening. And now he was leaning down with wire cutters.

It took nearly all her self control to not attempt to slug the ghoul in his wrinkly face. But the rattling of caps kept her from succumbing. She could punch people later, right now she wanted caps. The second her hands were free Dusty began digging through her bag, trying to find something...anything...to get rid of the itch in her veins. She didn't get to search for long before the group was being moved along.

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New Reno. And even though she couldn't read the sign Dusty already knew she loved this place. Dirty. Bright. Crowded. And with a fuck ton of caps in her pocket she knew what her first stop would be. She could see them, chem dealers, lurking along the sides of the roads. She was hoping to find someone more...credible, but eventually she would just get what she gets.

The Raider broke away from the group a few times to blow kisses and wink at the passing hookers, not even remembering how she got the caps and what they were even doing in the city. She didn't even know who the people she was traveling with were. Dusty coughed, scratching at her arm for a moment before turning to the group.

"So...where we going?"

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I'll start work on the next post tomorrow. He might pop up between now and me putting it up in the IC.

@Kingfisher

Sounds good! Also another question, have our characters things been taken? Like our bags and stuff? Also does Dusty have any chems on her?