wildcard_of_the_desert | [PSL] Hunting Trip

[Trouble came wandering back into Primm late one afternoon. No, this was not the sort of trouble the residents had dealt with before, with raiders and convicts. Sibyll is a different sort of trouble, one that's not necessarily bad. She had brought order back to Primm, even if it wasn't ideal. She had arranged (with more then a little legwork) for the NCR to set up shop in the town. Taxes had jumped for everyone, but there was now a permanent troop stationed in the town. There was also someone else keeping the riffraff at bay, and that was who Courier 6 was interested in meeting with today.

The sun lazily crept towards the horizon as she finally reached the town limits. It was hot and she was wearing a coat of dust from the road, but that's the Mojave for you. She had a cursory nod for the NCR soldiers and they gave her one in return. So far Sibyll had been nothing but helpful to them. There were some odd rumors around her, possible associations with the Crimson Bull, but nothing solid ever came out of them. Besides, how could someone who had brought so much good to the desert be with the Legion? Sure, sometimes her aid came with a price, but who didn't do that?

She made a beeline for the houses. She was a woman on a mission and she needed help. Rather specific help. And she had just the person in mind. With a smile, she rapped on the door to one of the houses, waiting for an answer.]

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We heard it...

[ Huh. So that was her... He was wondering who did the old man in. ]

So... now you're the Queen of Vegas, is that it?

I think the term 'caretaker' is more fitting. You should visit sometime. See what I've done with the place.

No... Vegas isn't for me. [ Shakes his head. ] It's a bit too far for me to walk without purpose. I'm not much for losing all my caps in those casinos.

[ He had a family now, he couldn't just booze around Vegas anymore and wake up half dead somewhere. ]

Not even to see my gun collection?

[If there was anything they had in common besides their mercenary tendencies, it was an interest in guns. By this point, Sibyll had amassed an impressive collection of trophies.]

[ He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't interested; he really did like guns. He was a bit curious about said collection... but it was all the way in Vegas? ]

That's quite a hike just to look at guns. I'm more fond of using them.

Fine, fine. Should you ever change your mind, the offer still stands. The trip should be easier if everything goes well.

[They passed by Goodsprings as twilight descended, taking an edge off of the Mojave heat. In the distance, geckos were stirring, looking around for food. While the over-sized lizards are not the smartest of creatures, they seemed intelligent enough to leave the pair alone. In the town proper, lights were starting to flicker on as the sky grew dark.]

[ Goodsprings was a nice place; Snake had traveled over there a few times when looking for work, though usually to no avail. One man had hired someone to watch his Bighorners at night, but that was about it. The pay was meager and Snake didn't really expect more than that. Now he rarely visited Goodsprings, mostly sticking to Primm.

Once they grew nearer to Sloan, the old soldier started to adjust his weight as he walked, becoming more mindful of his steps, part of his mind wondering why the hell he was doing this. It was like being paid to die... but he couldn't die. Not yet. If they could take the Deathclaws out from a distance, then it should be okay. ]

[Sibyll was also quite fond of Goodsprings. There was no way she could ever repay Doc Mitchell for helping her. All she could do was ensure that the town saw continued prosperity. In Sibyll's mind that meant that she indirectly saw to an increase into the town's economic health. No matter how Snake felt, the courier was certain that what they were about to do would help everyone. And in return, all of that would help herself.

She wasn't nearly as nervous as one ought to be when planning an assault on a Deathclaw lair. She almost seems eager to test her skills against the deadliest creature the wasteland had ever spat out. She was confident that they would win.

With a cordial nod towards the foreman, Sibyll changes her path towards the Sloan barracks. On the way, she reaches out to pet the tamed molerat.]

We'll rest for a few hours, then start hunting.

[She can't mask it now. The crazy woman is actually looking forward to this in some way.]

[ Snake leaned against one of the shacks, eyeing the molerat before taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighting up. He offers the pack towards Sibyll. ]

You smoke?

[ He definitely heard that tone, saw the glint in her eyes... Yeah, she was crazy, completely nuts, but he kind of liked that. There was a lot to keep a man scared in the Mojave, but sometimes it felt good to swallow that fear, and just do whatever the hell you wanted... If that meant hunting Deathclaws, then hell, that's what you were going to do. He'd already been paid and he wasn't about to back out... Snake wasn't like most of the sleazes in the wasteland. ]

I'll pass, thanks.

[Addictions made one vulnerable. That was one view she shared with the Legion. But Sibyll was also quite aware of Snake's views of the Legion and she didn't bring the subject up. Instead, she coos at the tamed molerat who lumbered over to inspect the pair.]

How are you doing, Snuffles? Is your leg all better?

[The molerat simply whuffed at her, but did respond to her caresses. It apparently did recognize her as someone who had helped it.]

Okay, I'm off to the barracks. I want to be at my best for this.

Suit yourself.

[ He puts the pack away and stares down at "Snuffles" before smirking. When Sibyll addresses him he just nods at her. ]

All right. [ He exhales, blowing smoke into the air. ] Get your beauty sleep.

The same goes for you. [She teases before vanishing into the barracks. Several of the workmen were lazing about the dim quarters, playing cards. They had already been warned about the Courier's arrival, so they only glanced up to blink at her, then back at their card game. Sibyll tosses her things up on a vacant top bunk, scrambling after her bag and curling up. If there was anything she was used to, it was catching sleep whenever and wherever possible. A reasonably safe room would be a welcome change from where she had to catch rest while she was traveling to Primm. In a few moments, she was asleep.]

[ Snake stayed outside a while longer, smoking about half of his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and crushing it under foot. Then, he entered into the barracks, finding a bed in the corner to climb into. It had been a while since he slept in someone else's bed... after all, his traveling days were pretty much over. He slept for several hours, but as soon as the sun was beginning to rise, he was up, cleaning his sniper rifle and checking his ammo. ]

[A tiny beeping from her Pip-Boy woke Sibyll. With a quick rub of the eyes, she's back up and at the table with Snake. She's excited, but trying to keep from being so obvious. Breakfast is a bottle of water and a medley of dried fruit and meat.]

Want one? It's clean.

[She offers Snake a bottle of water.]

[ Snake blinks up at her when she approaches, already chewing on pieces of dried meat... He liked mutfruit, but he wasn't sure he wanted any radiation this early in the morning.

He gives a bit of a (rare) smile at the offer and takes it, nodding his head. ] Thanks. [ Purified water? They were living in luxury now. ]

[PSL] Hunting Trip

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