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[tessofhavencity-deactivated2018]

Tess hadn’t seen her brother in ages, and that’s all he was going to say. There was a lot she wanted to ask Jinx but knew this wasn’t the time or the place to be asking the questions she wanted to. Uncrossing her arms she moved further back behind the bar to grab a tall glass.

“If you want to call it beer. I don’t know what half the customers see in this place, or how they can handle this….sludge.” At least it was half decent and drinkable. Filling the glass she then slid it down to Jinx before hopping up to sit on the bar top.

If she had her way, Tess would take any of the liquor and make her own creations. “I could probably make better drinks.” On a more serious note though. “I really missed you.” She made sure to speak only loud enough so he could hear.

[bombasticjinx-blog]

“Ya wanna know the trick ta handlin’ this shit, Sister? Ya chug real fast an’ hope that ya don’t bring it back up. Make sure ya pass it along ta some newcomers, eh? Someone could use this wisdom,” he said with a grin. Large fingers wrapped around the glass.

This felt more natural. And maybe for half a second, he could pretend that he was home back in the good old days. Messing with his sister and getting yelled at by Ma and Pop while dinner was on the stove.

What he wouldn’t give to have those days back? What he wouldn’t give to have these last four years be some kind of twisted nightmare.

He took a drink, grimacing at the taste. It brought him back to the reality that he was an errand boy to a walking heart attack and Tess was his barmaid.

If Krew made one comment about her, he ain’t gonna have to worry about about his cholesterol anymore.

“Yeah...me too. Been about four years now. Never thought I’d seen ya work for Krew. Thought you’d be makin’ big bucks with that hobby of yers.” He took another drink. “You were destined fer better things. Always believed that.”

[youcancallmeorangelightning]

The sound of an approaching car would reach him long before taut of the garage doors opening would. As they slid open, the garage was filled with a cloud of sand and dust being thrown Jinx’s way as the redhead in question came screeching in, coming to an abrupt halt against the far wall.

Daxter hoisted himself up by the upper bars, tugging away the cloth that covered the lower part of his face to protect himself from the whipping winds and razor like sand, flashing the annoyed explosives expert a wide grin.

“Heya Jinxy, ya miss me?”

He pulled himself out, throwing himself upwards and landing on the hood before sliding across it to stand on the ground. He actually was wearing his goggles over his eyes- so they weren’t just a fashion accessory.

“Hope I didn’t keep ya waitin’ too long there, those marauders sure don’t know when to quit.”

He pushed his goggles back up onto his forehead, heading to the rear of the vehicle to fetch whatever artifacts he’d managed to gather from the forever stretching desert.

[bombasticjinx-blog]

“Like a rotten tooth,” Jinx grumbled, dusting what sand he could off his pants. Ah, yes. More sand. Just what he needed. “Ain’t exactly what I was picturin’ when ya said that Spargus was an oasis in the Wasteland.”

True, he had pictured nice white beaches with plenty of good looking men and women bouncing on said beaches, and plenty of alcoholic beverages that are dangerously sweet and fruity. Not once did he picture a rough city with citizens that acted....well...acted like Sig.

And the marauders!

Sig warned him that he might end up getting shot at by those bastards when he was talking to him about the job. Jinx thought that they aimed like the Krimzon Guard. Not a lot of training with wild shots, but he had seen the damage to their vehicles.

In short...he was not happy!

“Oh yeah, been a bucket o’ sunshine an’ daisies waitin’ fer ya. Ya know that I’m a city boy. Ain’t used ta seein’ this much sun.”

[tessofhavencity-deactivated2018]

Tess turned, lips pulled down into a frown before parting to speak. “Yeah.” Her voice was kind of low. It wasn’t the greatest job, sometimes she wished she could just punch that floating blob in the face but it’d blow her cover. When asked how she had been doing, Tess crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged.

“I’ve had better days. What about you? I mean it’s been so long since I last saw you.”

[bombasticjinx-blog]

“Could be better. Could be worse.” He could be stuck back in the slums with a needle stuck in his arm again. Not that he’d tell Tess what happened when they got separated. There are some things that he’d rather take to his grave rather than upset her.

Even though he could have saved...

He leaned on the bar. “Think ya can give me a cold one? Been dyin’ fer a good beer. Ain’t gonna find that here, but at least it’s beer.”

He wanted to ask her about where she went. What she had been doing all this time. But even though Krew was at one of his ‘secret meetings’, the Hip Hog Saloon wasn’t exactly a safe place to talk. Best keep to small talk.

[bombasticjinx-blog]

[[ @tessofhavencity liked for a starter!]]

“So....yer workin’ fer Krew now?”

It’s uncomfortable talking to her now. He hadn’t had a chance until now. Krew kept him busy and Tess was always at the bar. Not that Krew didn’t know who Tess was, Jinx always made sure that he kept his personal life personal. The less Krew knew about him, the better.

“....how ya been, Sister?”

[krimzonhellcat]

Ashelin rolled her eyes and gave a disinterested sigh as Jinx prattled on about the terms and conditions of his assigned job duties. She scrolled through the holographic notepad in her hands. “You’ll have to take that up with Jak and Torn then. I have other business that I must tend to at the moment. Very important, leadership duties and whatnot.” She had a meeting with Vin and a few of Haven’s greatest scientific minds to discuss turning the construction of Haven’s Sky Port and Launch deck.  Ashelin could have very well been at the top of the world right now. Haven city had grown so much, many of the cities sectors had been rebuilt and rejuvenated. The only issue at had now was restoring the grid system that had been badly damaged when Haven’s Palace came down. 

Ashelins ear twitched at the mention of Torn. She tried to ignore Jinx for she knew he was only trying to get under her skin. 

[bombasticjinx-blog]

Ah....

He noticed that little ear twitch. Don’t think that he didn’t. A grin slowly spread on his face. He lit a cigar with the smuggest look on his face. “Or...an’ bear with me, Red, ya can come with me.”

“Yeah, come escort my pretty ass through the sewers. Stretch yer legs. Ya know what they say. All work an’ no play makes Red a dull girl indeed.” That wasn’t exactly how the saying went, but he made it work. Or so he thought.

“Ya been cooped up fer far too long, Perky. Shouldn’t you be out an’ about, gettin’ ta know street rats like me? Besides, I bet we got plenty ta talk about.”

He gave her a wink and crossed his arms, waiting on her answer.

[bombasticjinx-blog]

[[ @youcancallmeorangelightning ]]

So...this is the fabled Spargus, city of the forgotten ones, last strong hold in the Wasteland, home of the late King Damas, yadda yadda yadda.

He hated it.

It’s way to freakin’ hot and he’s pretty sure he’s got sand in places that ain’t meant to have sand. He shook his leg and whined. It was a manly whine, but a whine nonetheless. Sand...sand...and more sand.

And to make matters worse, it was hot. Sure, it was the desert, but did it have to be this damn hot? Being inside the garage area, surrounded by cars and Precursors knows what else just to meet a certain orange haired jerk who wouldn’t meet him at the palace....jerk.

“Oi! Ginger Snap. I come all this way to see ya an’ ya don’t show up. I’m startin’ ta feel unwanted here.”

[krimzonhellcat]

“Do you see me trying to arrest you right now? That’s about as good of a bone that I can throw. Now that my father is gone, and the city is on the verge of being revitalized, You’ve done your part in aiding that Jinx. Consider any of your past crimes, buried beneath the rubble of what was former Haven City.” She didn’t particularly care about drug related charges. Hell, they were all guilty of some kind of sin, including her. 

“As far as work goes, I hear they need some men to go down and clear up the sewers. I think that might fit your resume nicely.” 

[bombasticjinx-blog]

Wait...what?

“Wait a minute, Dollface! I ain’t about to muck around in no sewer again! I’m a fuckin’ coward! There’s Metal Heads an’ worse.”

He frowned, his fingers tapping on his leg. He let out an annoyed grunt. This conversation wasn’t going the way he planned.

Not at all.

Where was his parades? His trophies for doing such a good job during the war between the Dark Makers and the like? Where were the hot men and women swooning over him when he walked down the street?

Still...going down in the sewers again might not be such a bad idea. Krew lost a lot of supplies down there. And there was the random scrap of Precursor Metal that got lost in the water. A bit of spit and polish and he could sell that back in the market or use it to store Eco in.

“Fine, I’ll go back in the sewers, but I get Jakey-boy as protection. Or Inked Dick. He ain’t got much of an ass, but he’s got that strong jaw I like so much.”

[bombasticjinx-blog]

[[I’m gonna head over to @tattooedwonder for a bit. I can’t sleep so, more rping it is!]]

[bombasticjinx-blog]

@krimzonhellcat || Continued from here x

“Eh?”

Definitely not the answer he was looking for. “C’mon! I’m dyin’ fer somethin’ ta do here that ain’t riskin’ my life attackin’ no stupid metal heads.” Even if bomb making and explosions put his life in danger, he’s more confident with explosions than a freaking Metal Head.

“Course, it’d be easier if Tattooed Dick would just clean my record. So I gotta few drug charges. I’m clean now. An’ I helped out with the Dark Makers and the Krimzon Bots. Throw me a freakin’ bone here.”

[bombasticjinx-blog]

" Hmpft. " He scrowls with a frown, Amber eyes watching the test bomb in action - Dead town was the best place to test it out ( of course no one would question what he would be doing. Plus he needed to see the bomb in it's prime. ) yet, with a sigh escaping him , he leans to the side with a hand on his hip. Waving halfheartedly towards the Pyro. " So it really does perform like you said. "

“Thanks fer the vote of confidence, Pretty Ass- ah, I mean, Commander Pretty Ass. Always a kick in the balls when ya doubt my skills.” Jinx rocked back on his heels, eyeing the destruction his new bomb caused.

“Lightweight, just like ya ordered, yet packs a punch. Don’t expect the Metal Heads ta survive this. It uses synthetic Blue Eco for accuracy with shrapnel an’ Yellow Eco fer a bigger blast. Unusual, but yer lookin’ at shreddin’ a Metal Ram ta pieces with one o’ these babies.”

“So, shall we start the bidding at 250? Krew’s lookin’ ta buy these at a good 200, but that’s low-ballin’ me somethin’ fierce. Ain’t even enough ta cover the supplies, let alone the manual labor it takes fer somethin’ as delicate as this baby.”

[bluesuckerpunch-blog]

Ugh, this guy. One of Krew’s goons, the demoman. 

“Take the ‘c’ and the ‘l’ out of class, and you sure hit the nail on the head there.” Stepping off the lift platform leading back up topside, she wrinkled her nose at the damp smells in the air.

 Today’s employer found the streets were too hot with KG patrols to carry something as valuable as what she had slung over her shoulder today. Get caught with even a few grams of this stuff, and you’d go to prison. Baylee supposed 14 ounces of what she carried was reason enough to hire some boots with a gun to make sure it arrived unharmed at the drop point. Baylee tightened the strap on her satchel and grumbled as well.

“So are we going or what? I’ve got other shit to do today!”

[bombasticjinx-blog]

“Yeah, we’re goin’. We’re goin’.” He shifted back and forth before walking down the dark...dank...and possibly Metal Head infested sewers. “Just stick close to me, Mini Mite. An’ fer the Precursor’s left ballsack, do NOT touch anythin’. There’s not just mud down here.”

He has no idea what this girl is carrying, but it’s enough to get Krew to send out his best demolition expert. Speaking of which, he’s only got a couple of plasmite bombs and a flare gun. Krew was adament about keeping Baylee out of the Guards’ sight.

Whatever she was carrying....he fucking hoped that it wasn’t too valuable. He may be considering leaving her down here.

[bombasticjinx-blog]

@fueldriven || continued from here x

“Aw, what gave me away, Pretty Ass? It’s the accent, isn’t it? Gotta say, yer city’s pretty an’ all, but damn if it ain’t hard ta find a good beer. Ya gotta preference? My boss gave me the night free.”

[bombasticjinx-blog]

@daxterous liked for a starter.

“Hey, Peppercite, c’mere for a second. I got a favor ta ask.” As unusual as it was for Jinx to ask anything from the Dynamic Duo, he had a special task in mind for Daxter.

Something that required Daxter’s stealth and hopefully an ability to keep his mouth shut.

[zazaziing]

bombasticjinx replied to your post:“So, what’s this I hear about noodles an’ a…

“I mess with bombs, Fluff Butt, but my hearin’s just fine. If ya want a kiss from me, all ya gotta do is just ask. Or maybe ya prefer if I just swoop in an’ give ya one.”

Hnn. Daxter huffs, face flushed. “Depends on if you’re being serious, or…makin’ fun of me.”

[bombasticjinx-blog]

“I make fun of everyone, kid. It’s part of my charm, but I ain’t one ta mess around when it comes ta something like this. Funny situation or not, I don’t mess with a person’s experience or lack of one. Ain’t that big of an asshole. So, either ya want one or ya don’t and I go back to my beer an’ that’s the end o’ that.”

[bombasticjinx-blog]

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“Ah, great. So the Boss asks me ta escort ya through the sewers. I’m a demolitions man! A classy gentleman. Not a glorified babysitter!” He grumbled to himself, patting his pistol in his holster.

“Seriously, ya think he’d pay Jakkie-boy ta do this, but noooo, Jakkie-boy’s runnin’ errands fer Inked Dick.”

He paused, pulling a cigar out of his pocket. “Wait, I don’t even think he pays Pretty boy. Point is, I ain’t happy. But let’s get this over with. The sooner I take you through the sewers, the faster I can get home an’ get a shower.”

[bombasticjinx-blog]

jinx, what do you like to do for fun when you aren't working or blowing things up?

“Ya mean besides hangin’ out at Krew’s dive? Not much. Ain’t nothin’ ta do in this town now that the Baron’s outlawed hoverboardin’ an’ street racin’ or anythin’ fun. Used ta hang out at the Stadiums a lot, but once Commander Pretty Eyes started dominatin’ the tracks, it ain’t worth watchin’.”

“I do end up goin’ ta the gym a lot, though. Ever since I got clean, most of my hang out spots ain’t good. An’ the fact that I still owe money to them. So I fight the urges an’ boredom by workin’ out until the Boss needs me or I’m too damn tired an’ crash at my place.”

“OH! An’ I play video games. I suck at ‘em, but they’re pretty fun.”

[bombasticjinx-blog]

[[Does anyone want a starter? I wanna start rping on my boom baby.]]