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Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & jd97)

Markus blinked as Amy sat down with the plate of vegetable food picked from his hydroponics setup. Uhh..maybe? He said in response to her comment about smacking her for the 'religious experience', then followed it up with Oh! Right, weapons, coming right up. Markus made his way through the cluttered workshop, around tables and past closets, to his makeshift 'armory'. He took his autolaser rifle and a more mundane assault rifle out of his armory and made his way back to Amy. He approached her and held up both weapons. Take your pick. I actually don't have much ammo--for either gun. I'm down to my last few charged powercells, still trying to work out a way to recharge them, and I never had much in the way of conventional ammunition to start with. But if all the bandit's weapons and ammo are right where we left them on their bodies, then that'll be a serious boost to our personal arsenal. And with you around, we'll be able to take on the dens of mutants sitting on stockpiles of supplies around here that I know about that I've never been able to get to in the last three years. Markus explained.
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & jd97)

Amy looked up from her food, a bit of red juice dripping from her muzzle as she set the other half of a tomato back down, looking carefully at the two weapons he held out, before she reached out to grab the assault rifle from him. She tilted it this way and that, looking the weapon over. I don't like laser weapons. Half the time, bandits are high off something. I'll take a weapon where when I shoot someone, they know they're dead before they stop moving. She nodded approvingly at the rifle in her hands. AR15, Colt make. It was single-shot, but that might be a good thing. She did have a tendency to waste bullets on full auto... this rifle was fairly basic, no customization, but she could live with it. She could certainly kill with it. She finished her inspection of the weapon by pulling the slide open and looking down the barrel. No rust... no signs of wear... well lubricated... you take good care of your weapons. She looked up at him and offered what could be the first genuine smile he'd seen from her. I like you. I think we're gonna get along just fine. Then she checked the safety and held the rifle out to him, turning her attention back to the food. Get your runner ready, assuming it's running after you used it as a bullet sponge? I'm gonna finish eating here, be ready in two ticks.
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & jd97)

Markus shrugged as Amy took the assault rifle and explained her preference for it over laser weaponry. Fair enough. He replied, and watched as she inspected the gun. Yeah, I've got...a lot of time on my hands. He said at her comment about how well-maintained the rifle was. He accepted it back as she smiled at him--actually smiled at him!--and he blushed ever so slightly before quickly turning away. As she said, he headed through the workshop to the 'motor pool' where he kept several vehicles, including the Dunerunner. He went over its systems, more in-depth than he had since the fight, and found a few minor issues from all the bullet strikes that could use some quick fixing. He got his toolkits and started patching up what he could in a few minutes while Amy finished her meal. Once she did and followed his path, she would walk past many more robotic systems and other machinery, some of it looking like it could work, others looking to be in a state of disrepair. When she got to the motor pool, she'd find Markus working on the Dunerunner. It was an interesting vehicle, three-wheeled--two in the back, one up front--with an armored bubble canopy over the main body. There was a bigger large semi-truck looking vehicle as well, also with bolted-on armor plating, and over in the far corner, half-covered by a tarp--was that a tank?!
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & jd97)

Amy walked toward the motor pool, taking in the sights as she went as a way to get her mind off the hunger still growling away in her stomach. She hadn't had enough, but she would make do. This place was a tinkerer's dream. The guy was definitely a grease monkey. Machines half-built that she could only guess the use of, all in various states of wear, and then the motor pool itself. He had the Dunerunner as a light transport, some sort of Semi with trailer for hauling bigger stuff, armored vehi- She stopped dead. Armored vehicle... that silhouette under the tarp looked familiar. A smile spreading on her face, she ran over and yanked off the tarp. She smiled wide until her cheeks started to hurt, and the sound that came out of her open mouth could only be described as a cackle the sort you'd expect from a supervillain on one of those old shows after she'd just invented a death ray. That was an M1 Abrams in working order, with TUSK equipped. That was a fucking tank . She hadn't seen one of these since her unit dissolved! Like a kid at Christmas, she rushed around to the other side to take it all in, then clambered on top of it, getting a good look at the turret on top, then inside the pilot's seat where finally her smile faded. Less than 100 bullets in the secondary gun, hardly any shells, and no fuel. Damn. Ah well, at least he wasn't dumb enough to try and use expired diesel. A little disappointed, she trudged over to the Dunerunner, leaning up against it as she watched him work. So what were you getting up to with the Crneos back at the town?
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & jd97)

Markus looked up from his patching work when he heard the 'cackle' echo through the motor pool of the bunker. He glanced over and watched her as she got herself into the tank with an excited expression, but then left with a disappointed one. Yeah, I've got almost nothing to actually run and supply that tank with. And the drivetrain's busted, I've not got around to fixing it yet. He explained as she walked over and asked him what he was doing with the bandits. Markus winced. I wasn't--getting up to anything with them, I mean. I've been slowly working my way through every town within a hundred-mile radius of this bunker, picking every bit of supplies I can find. I was in that town, in a basement collecting some things, and when I left the basement, the shooting started. They must have been nearby and seen the dust trail my Dunerunner kicked up when I entered the town. I let my guard down...I wasn't expecting bandits out here. Part of the reason I settled in this bunker is the lack of other people to compete with, but... Markus rubbed the back of his neck. I've been starting to miss having someone to talk to. Also, I think some nomads and other settlers will be encroaching nearby within the year, I've been seeing some of the towns in the distance get re-occupied. Markus then packed up his toolkit. Anyway! That's as good as I'm gonna get the Dunerunner for now, should be enough to get us out to that town and back. Hop in. Markus said as he raised the bubble canopy of the Dunerunner and got into the front driver's seat, leaving the back passenger's seat open for Amy. Markus then started up the vehicle, punched in a command on his wristcomp, and a large blast door started opening up. Markus drove on out, and as they left, Amy's sharp eyes could see a few hidden and camouflaged autoturrets tracking them around the rock formation the bunker was built into. As they started out over the desert, Markus spoke up. Hey Amy, I...wanted to ask you something. He said. You're an Anthro, but...you took a hit that should have killed you. You healed much faster than expected. And of course, you're ridiculously strong and fit. I...heard rumors, before the bombs dropped. Are you what they called an 'Alphasoldier'? He asked.
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & jd97)

You sure you weren't getting up to anything? I've been hunting the Crneos for a long time. They weren't scavenging, that was a party with a mission. They were planning to meet someone, or ambush someone. We might find more than we expect when we get back there. Bodies or people. Amy climbed into the back seat, hunching over a little as the bubble closed behind her. As the Dunerunner roared to life, her eyes widened in realization. We're making a stop after the town, about five miles East South-East of it. My Bike is by the road there. If they haven't gotten to it yet, it's in good condition and has some of my stuff. She fell silent as he asked about her, choosing to look at his autoturrets tracking them instead of at him. She studied their positioning, trying to figure out ways around their firing arcs. She never fully trusted automated systems. Michael-Alpha-One had been their comms expert. She'd seen him seize control of an enemy's systems, use an alarm to lure them out, then blow them to pieces in seconds with their own automated guns. It only took one good hacker, and that fox was damn good. She mulled Markus' question over. Strictly speaking, she was still property of the United States government, expected to survive and maintain a base of operations with communications until such a time as she was recalled into active duty. So long as she was US property, she was forbidden under charge of Treason to share classified information. Of course, her commanders were also expected not to withdraw support and leave good soldiers for dead. Fuck them and their secrets. Alpha-unit, but don't go getting too perked up over the name Alpha stands for 'A,' and 'A' stands for 'Anthro.' Officially, we do not exist, and Amy is just a nickname my squadmates gave me. We kinda stared at our designations and tried to make something to call each other by that didn't make us sound like robots. My real name is Alpha-Michael-Niner. But yeah, we were supersoldiers, bred for our jobs. Some of us were made to be marksmen, some of us were bred to be crazy smart and jack enemy comms. I'm a GI, I'm bred to stop bullets. She chuckled. Lucky me, right?
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & jd97)

Markus nodded when Amy mentioned her bike. Got it. We'll check it out after salvaging what we can from the town, if there's anything to be salvaged. Markus also of course didn't know the thoughts Amy had on his autoturret defense, nor her conundrum about telling him about what she really was. But he appreciated it all the same when she did. He also found it a little sad that Amy only had a 'designation', not a real name, and that Amy was only a nickname. Ah, I...see. He responded. Well, I'm happy to call you 'Amy'. And huh, I knew that Anthros were originally created to be... Though Amy couldn't see it, Markus blushed, ...well, you know. Though I never actually met an Anthro. But I also wasn't sure if the rumors about some being created as supersoliders were true or not. I guess in hindsight it wasn't all that far-fetched considering Anthros existed as artificially designed life already. The Dunerunner sped on, its electric motors humming away comfortingly. Eventually, the town where the Crneos had ambushed Markus came into view...but as they got closer, they could see tents set up, along with a few mutated but tame animals and carts around. Nomads! Markus said as they got closer. That must have been who those 'Crneos' were after like you said. Let's hope they're friendly...Markus said as they pulled into town. There were a number of people in heavy cloaks to protect them from the sun milling around, and as the Dunerunner arrived towards the center of town, the nomads started surrounding the Dunerunner, pointing weapons at the vehicle. Well, they're not shooting yet, so...that's a good sign... Markus said as he brought the Dunerunner to a stop and popped the bubble canopy, holding up his hands as he stepped out of the vehicle. Peace! Peace! We mean you no harm. Markus said as guns were pointed at him. One particular cloaked man stepped forward. What are you doing here? The apparent leader of the nomads asked. We're here to pick up some things. I'm sure you've found the bodies of the bandits who were here, uh...we were involved in the fight that killed them. Markus started explaining to the leader. But as Amy looked around at the people pointing guns at her, her eyes would fall on one in particular One of the nomads was holding her gun!
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & jd97)

Amy listened as Markus babbled, shaking her head. The dork was trying so hard to be nice, it was almost cute. Annoying, but cute. S'pose not. Of course, I'm not a normal Anthro. I see you whip your dick out, you're losing it. Amy chuckled afterward, leaving him with a worrying question of whether or not she was joking. As the Dunerunner hummed its way toward the town, Amy leaned forward, her face near enough to Markus for him to feel her breath on his neck. Hm... look's like Job's people. Been meaning to find them. Move slow when we get out, word is they're twitchy. As the Dunerunner stopped, Amy climbed out, AR15 in her hands but held at ease. She wasn't bothering with the whole hands up bit. This was all small-arms, it shouldn't be too big a deal unless... realization hit her and she looked toward the broken wall where the asshole with the Anti-Material rifle had been camped. The thing was gone, and she couldn't see any sign of it. Maybe it was in storage as they tried to find bullets and tools to repair it... or maybe... She scanned rooftops and windows, instinctively bending her knees a little as she dropped into a more ready stance. She couldn't see a sniper, but that didn't mean one wasn't there... and if she couldn't even tell where it was, it would tear her apart before she could get to it. She looked back over to Markus as he talked with a leader of the nomads. Was that Job? Maybe, maybe a lieutenant. Either way, she'd leave the talking to the dork. Bad things tended to happen when she tried diplomacy. If she botched this, she may very well need stitched up again. She was going to tread care- Wait. That woman. That gun. That was her M4, right down to the custom camo and hash-marks she used to mark the number of hulkers she'd killed! She scanned the crowd and saw her sawed-off, too. These fuckers were threatening her with her own guns?! Amy cut into the conversation. Hey! HEY! She pointed her left hand at the woman holder her M4. That's MY gun, girl. That too. She pointed to the man holding her sawed-off. Amy was suddenly keenly aware that most of the guns in the area were trained on her, but she didn't care. She'd be damned if she was going to let these bastards waltz off with her weapons after she'd saved their asses. Accidentally? Sure, but it was the result that counts, right? These bodies were my kills. They were sitting here to ambush some unlucky bastards- guessin' that's you- and got blown to shit when I ambushed them . Woulda looted them after, but that Anti-Mat knocked me down a peg and I had to retreat. I don't give a damn about most of their stuff, but howsabout you hand over the gun, eh pumpkin? That's Government property.
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & jd97)

When Amy made her half-jesting threat to Markus about treating her like a 'normal' Anthro, he sputtered and stammered. I wouldn't--I'd never... Then fell silent with his cheeks burning red the rest of the way until they got into town. Once he was out of the Dunerunner and conversing with the nomad, he flinched when Amy suddenly cut in from behind him, causing all the nomads to fractionally raise their weapons her way. An Anthro took down the Crneos? No way. One nomad muttered. Government property? Feh, there ain't no governments left anymore. Another nomad spat. Markus' eyes flitted between Amy and the nomads frantically as he tried to think of a way to defuse the situation. W-wait! Water! Markus blurted out. I can offer you some water! He said to the nomads. I have...access to a source. The nomads then lowered their weapons a little and muttered between them. The man Markus had been listening to turned and walked away. There was an awkward pause for several long moments before the man returned, with another nomad. This one was carrying a hunting rifle and carried himself with an air of importance. I'm Job. The man said as he looked at Amy and Markus. Hansen tell me you're looking to trade some water for weapons? Uh...yes, that's right. Markus nodded. He pointed out the same two weapons Amy had. Those two weapons, plus all the ammo for them, for...say...three gallons of water? Markus offered. Five. Job counteroffered in a firm voice. Markus winced and meekly said Okay. When then probably pointed out something of a problem to Amy with letting him handle the negotiations Markus didn't seem to have much in the way of confidence for haggling, and didn't seem to think of even bargaining for other supplies besides the weapons she wanted.
Thread: FxF plots. The more creatively wicked the better.

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Thread: (WIP ) F x M  or M x M - Naruto, Vampires, Werewolves, Story Driven, Always looking

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Thread: Meatspace [Ashdurn & Grungeknuckle]

Liam hit the ground, hard, drawing a grunt of pain from his throat, and knocking the wind out of his chest. Reflexively he gasped for air, only to suck in a lungful of the smokey, ashen mist surrounding him, causing another bout of heavy coughs. Wheezing, he rose to his knees, one hand swatting at the cloud around him, trying to clear it away. Fucking hells... too much phosphorous this time... gotta tweak the mixture agai.... There was grass under his hands. There shouldn't be grass. As the smog cleared, a darkening sky, with the sun dipping down the horizon. Definitely not his workshop. And definitely not Kansas. Good. He hated Kansas. Never been there, never wanted to. Goddamn Kansas. Liam shook his head. Had to get focused, had to get back on track. First of all, where was he? The book wasn't supposed to teleport him, it was supposed to... Once again, Liam's mind trailed off, suddenly boggled by the implications. Quickly, he checked his pockets. First of all, he wasn't wearing what he had a moments ago. A tight, physic-hugging red t-shirt, black pants, and a black leather biker's jacket, with... some kind of logo or seal on the shoulders? Keys that weren't his in his pockets, and a wallet, sick with hundred dollar bills... with his face on an ID card, staring back at him. He turned his head to the side a little, staring at the little image in confusion. Goddamn he looked smug in that picture. Stuffing the wallet into his jacket pocket, he looked around. He hadn't gotten it right, had he? After so many months? This was supposed to be a pipe dream, right? And yet, here he was, standing on a grassy hill, a city lying out before him, one he had never seen anywhere but his mind. Liam's heart began pounding, hard, as he stepped forward, off the vacant lot, onto the streets, desperately trying to contain his excitement andor fear, it was so difficult to tell right now. The question continued to choke his brain. Had he gotten it right? Was he where he was supposed to be? If... if he was.... then she would be here too... and he'd know where to find her.... Liam took off, and kept catching himself sprinting. As he moved, he noticed the people in the city... there were so many women... or... maybe so few men? He was finding it hard to take an accurate count, as he made his way forward, down street he knew, but shouldn't know. Eventually, at the turn of a street, he found his destination, a club call Flatliners. Desperately, he scanned the bustling crowd of women lining the sidewalk. If she was here, then... well, she'd be here. And she'd be waiting for him.