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A Mama Khan & Her Baby Khan Fallout: NV | Read Bios & OOC pls

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

*Guess whose nearing the bottom of a hefty moonshine bottle, feeling rowdy, and has nothing better to do than tease Johnny? Oksana, of course*

Heeeeeyyyyy GUESS WHO I AM?

*Stands up all wobbly and nearly falls on her ass, but still manages flexes and grunts aggressively*

SHIT LOOKIIIIIIT ME MAN, I’M LIKE THE TOUGHES’ KHAN ‘ERE. I’M SO TOUGH I EAT CACTUS FOR BREAKFAST.JUST BITE RIGHT INTO IT. LOOKIT DIS BICEP. ALSO FRIDA’S T'BEST.

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

I also think I need to be honest with myself and put Isaak on hiatus too. Love her to pieces, but I’m really struggling with her muse. Hopefully she’ll be back into the mix soon!

[kharakhorum-blog]

greatkhansofwar replied to your post:-Casually flexes for everyone to see.-

*Oksana cackles from her seat by the cooking fire* Nice pebbles, Johnny

Pssh, I could deadlift you in my sleep, but who wants to sleep when you’re around. -exaggerated wink.-

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

Well damn, look who went off and got himself some charm while we weren’t looking!

*Oksana chimes sing-songly, clearly unphased by Johnny’s obvious wink. She rests her arms on her knees and lays her chin on her folded fingers, studying him while smirking* 

But Johnny, what about the rest of you, hmm? Big arms ain’t nothing if your legs are twigs and your back looks like Tess’ front!

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

consider this: milka and isaak tossing johnny to each other like a football

JOHNNY IT WAS NICE KNOWING YOU maybe Oksana will patch you up.

[kharakhorum-blog]

*Strolls on over and beans Johnny's arm* What was that about whose the strongest, /little man/?

Tch.

You heard me, none of you guys will every have the strength to beat ME!

-GRAPPLES.-

BUT YOU’RE ALLOWED TO TRY! B)

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

I’m sorry, all these muscles make it hard to hear sometimes, what was that love?

*She teases as she pushes all her weight onto him like a DIRTY CHEATER*

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

DO YOU LIKE RPING WITH OLD CRASS TOUGH LADIES?

If you do, you should consider RPing with Isaak’s Mama Khan cause now she’s a staple on this blog. Got a bio and everything!

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

Much. 

*Isaak echos the word back at Tess teasingly, clearly suspecting otherwise. Or perhaps just teasing her. He enjoys that quite a lot*

Well you could always be the one who argues with dealers *She snorts at the image as she racks her fingers along Datura’s magnificent fur and kisses the top of her head. The beloved canine accepts the affection happily, for it is clearly what she deserves* But still, a tribe relies on many jobs done right, even the not exciting ones. Do you know what I did before I could hunt or scavenge or ink skin? 

*She should, since Isaak has probably complained about it to literally everyone in the canyon*

I helped my mother deliver BABIES. Do you know how gross that is?! But it was still necessary. Just like what you do now. 

*She takes back the pipe, and takes herself another hit*

Besides, you’re still so young Tess. When it’s your time, you’ll be asked to do more. 

[better-run-rabbit-run]

Well. Sometimes people deserve ta get bit.

*Tess shrugs and takes another hit. It makes perfect sense to her. She snorts at Isaac’s suggestion.*

Tch, that’d be even worse! I’d hit some asshole that was askin’ for it n’ then they wouldn’t wanna buy from us n’ Diane would yell at me.

*The young Khan scrunches up her nose. Few things are worse, in her experience, than a dressing down from Diane. She really knows how to dig at you. And she sighs a bit at Isaac’s words. Sure, she knows what she does is important, and she knows the clan needs people to do all sorts of jobs. But it doesn’t help the itch.*

Yeah yeah, I know. ‘S what everybody says. Nobody says when, though! Johnny ain’t that much older n’ me… I think… but he gets t’ be in th’ war party! He gets t’ fight th’ Bear!

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

Mmmmm. Fair enough. 

*Isaak takes her pipe back with a grimace. She's seen Diane beratting the Runners, and she wouldn’t care to be on the other end of it herself. She doesn’t bother suggesting that Tess could also, you know, not hit the dealers. It’s proooooobably not a realistic expectation*

I’ll save you the trouble of counting love, he’s twenty four years young *One tends to remember other’s birthdays when they're forced to help with the actual birth* He’s also a good fighter. That and he probably chewed Frida’s ear off to join until she just threw him at the Bears to shut him up. 

*Issy giggles and takes another hit, leans over, and puffs out a string of rings. Nice*

If you're tired of waiting, perhaps you need to take it upon yourself to prove yourself. Prove to Frida you’ll be an asset to the team *She twists her tongue halves as she thinks* Get Johnny to vouch for you too. Frida is stern, but she'll listen to him. 

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[redrockgrayskies-blog]

Just as soon as Sky’s handed the pipe, she goes to take a long hit, holding it in her shivering lungs as long as she can before exhaling it in a thin puff of smoke from her mouth and nose. It’s good shit, clean hit, and it starts to ease into her right off. Another hit, and another, as she speaks, and she feels the pain dulling by steps. It’s wonderful.

“Thank you for helping, too. I feel stupid, getting hit… It happens, I guess.” Another hit, eyelids drooping happily. The wound has dropped to a dull throb, and she closes her eyes fully, relaxing on the cot. A haze of smoke hovers just over her face, and she waves patterns into it with her good hand. Her eyes remain closed. “I feel good now, doesn’t hurt near as bad… You could go for them now, it’ be the best time. Don’t even tell me ‘till you’re done, maybe I can ignore most of it…”

Her hand drops, onto her chest, tracing the lines of her rook skull tattoo.

“I hope his family… I hope they’ll be okay. Losing someone… that way… I can understand their pain. Maybe I should… talk to them, too. Once my arm’s fixed. Apologize… For not being quick enough to save him.” Tears squeeze out of her shut lids, streaking over her bloody cheeks. The hand tightens into a fist over her chest. “I know it’s not my fault. I can’t blame myself. But I do, in a way. I’m so angry…”

But the herb seems to calm everything, even her rage at the Fiends. She could just… fall asleep…

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

“Course hun, it’s what I do.”

Someone has to look after you wreckless little babies, she muses as she studies Sky’s wound further. There’s no thanks needed, as she’d do it regardless. But it’s appreciated.

“It’ll me our little secret then, mine and the pellets.”

Oksana’s already begun the task of pulling bullet shards with her steady hand. Some are easier than others to find, naturally, but she works hard to be as least invasive as possible. For the most part she succeeds, and soon it’s clean to the best of her abilities. Any lingering should rise to the surface with time, and she’ll be able to remove them. But she’s pretty sure she’s gotten them all. After 40 years she’d have better.

“They’re in a lot of pain now, the kind that never leaves... I’m sure they’d appreciate that Sky.” Oksana grows quiet again as she unravels a bundle of bandages, a look of deep sadness overtaking her features. She’s grateful that the other has her eyes closed. Grabbing a clean rag from her supply basket, she dabs away at Sky’s tears. "We all do it, trust me, there’s no sense beating yourself up over it. But you’re right, it’s not your fault. You’ll accept that in time.”

Oksana finishes up the bandaging before taking back her pipe and sneaking a hit. She blows a bit of the smoke down onto Sky before opening her tent’s front.

“But how about you rest up first and sleep some of that off, hm? I’ll check in with you in a bit. So no running off~”

[redrockgrayskies-blog]

Sky is disoriented from the walk and pain. When they’re intercepted by Oksana and Sky is drug away, she hardly notices. Only once she’s sat down proper in the tent, does she really seem to be present in the moment. There’s a watery gleam of trauma in her eyes that she tries blnking out. Staring at Oksana, Sky turns her head down to look at her shoulder, grimacing.

“Shotgun. Fiend. We weren’t there fast enough, and I messed up. Got caught. Got shot,” she emphasizes that last word, as if it explains everything that had gone wrong. “Hurts damn well, but Isaak helped before we left…”

She’s phasing out again, the pain seeming to shoot back into the front of her mind when she tries to raise her arm and demonstrate the wound. The grimace spreads, and she whines, doubling over and knuckling the fist of her good hand between her eyes. “S-sorry, sorry, fuck, I just don’t deal well with… pain…”

Looking up to the older woman, she tries to blink off the hurt.

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

“Well yes, what else is a shotgun gonna do to you.” Oksana teases the smaller Khan as she rifles through her supplies, clearly meant with sweet intent. “I’m glad my baby helped you, Sky. Now let’s see how I’m gonna finish the job...”

But first, the medicine woman prepares one of her pipes, stuffing it proper with herb and lighting it with a match. It’s not of the casual strain her Isaak walks around with, but something she’s grown and nurtured to dull her patient’s pain. 

"You sure don’t, do you?” Oksana rubs the smaller one’s back as she’s doubled over, waiting patiently until she does to place the pipe in her hand. “Now you smoke some of that,nice and slow. That’s gonna curb at least some of it, promise.” 

Carefully, she peels the bandages off before urging Sky to lean back on the cot. If she’s not good with pain the last thing she needs to do is strain herself even more. 

“Issy told me she was goin’ out to take care of some business... It’s good you too went. We need to look after our own, even in death.” Oksana turns on a makeshift battery lantern and hooks it to a rope hanging from her tent’s ceiling. Now she can see that bloody wound hole in all it’s glory. She grabs her tweezers out from her medical kit, still examining Sky carefully. “That’s gonna be some battle scar, hun, just you wait. Now how blazed you think you are? Enough for me to get those little pellets out?”  

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

tiredrockgrayskies:

Sky finds herself relaxing as she listens to Isaak’s words. They’re wise, and comforting, and as her tears subside, she looks more directly at Isaak. Her eyes run still, but only from the pain, and even that has subsided to more tolerable levels thanks to the Khan’s help.

She takes the offered water, sipping it a few times in silence before handing it back, and she starts to rub at the dried flecks of blood on her face. She’ll definitely have to bathe as soon as she can. The sticky sensation is rather unpleasant, and only serves to remind her of what a disaster this task turned out to be. Her good arm goes to support her as she eases to her feet, hissing only slightly as the strain spreads up to her arm.

“I can help you hold anything else, if you wanted to… take him…” Her eyes flick over to the corpse, and her mouth sets in a hard, unhappy line.

“Yes” Isaak nods, looking over the body himself. It wouldn’t be right to leave the young man here alone. “Carry my shot gun, darling, and I’ll carry him.”

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It’s deep into the early morning when they return to the canyon. Exhaustion tugs at Isaak’s body with each and every step, but her grip on the body over her shoulder remains firm. It’s bearable, and it’s going to feel a lot worse breaking the news to the Runner’s family. She’s not about to complain. 

Fortunately, at the very least, Sky won’t have to wait much longer to be treated. Sitting on a rock at the outskirts of the camps rests one of their medicine women, a bottle of hooch in one hand and a bashing stick in the other. 

Their medicine woman, who also just so happens to be Isaak’s tipsy mother, Oksana. 

“Make an old hag worry the night away why dontcha?” 

It’s self-deprication of the light-hearted sort, as few would truly consider Oksana a hag despite her age. Years of athletic activity and medicine work have helped her age well, her body still remaining firm and well-postured, though less muscular. Their relationship can be seen in many ways, from her brown skin to her flowery tattoos to the long gray-streaked dark hair that covers her sagging breasts and reaches down past her waist. The only clothes she has to speak of consist of a pair of slippers and a flowy skirt. Because fuck the heat, and fuck those leather vests. Her ladies hang free. 

“Were you out shaking fists at the middlemen?” She chuckles wryly as she pulls herself up. But then they come into view, and she can see the signs of their travels more clearly. And then she can see the wrapped body lying across Isaak’s shoulder. Her expression quickly turns worrisome, and she rushes to the two of them with surprising speed. “You’re hurt Sky. Babe, what happened--”

“I will explain mama, once I... deal with this.” Isaak secures her grip on the Runner’s body, “Please help Sky, I could only do so much while we were out.”

The medicine woman nods affirmingly at her child’s request, and grabs hold of Sky’s good arm to lead her into camp. Oksana’s tent is more spacious than the others. It needs to be, to properly contain all of her supplies. 

“Was that the one that’s gone missing?” Oksana releases Sky from her grip as she enters the tent, plopping down on the ground and patting the cot. “God that’s some shit. Like we need any more of this... But you come here babe, lay your head down and tell ole’ Oksana what’s she gonna be patchin’ up. Stabbing? Gun shot? Scorpion sting?” 

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

I can’t believe Jesse would betray Sunny and I in this way.  

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

Fun and jokes aside, I do wonder if I’ll ever find a partner of the more permanent sort. Dating within the tribe can be complicated. But outsiders are hardly good for such things.

[better-run-rabbit-run]

greatkhanisaak replied to your post:Mid thirties. Hmm… more woman than man today…..

No. You will not censor me.

You’re so embarrassing.

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

Consider it part of your strength training. I’m helping you become resilient BJ

[redrockgrayskies-blog]

Sky’s able to look at the body now. It saddens her, deepply. All of them have felt loss, be it Bitter Springs, raids, sickness, chems. Another family with another loss.

This is her family, too. She may not have known this one very well, but he was a Khan. Is a Khan still, even in death, and Sky will be sure it’s remembered. He died at the hands of Outsiders, alone, afraid. It knots her stomach. She turns her gaze to Isaak, and finds herself starting to cry.

“I’ll… live.” It’s painful to say. “Sorry, I don’t mean to cry, it hurts, and… I’m very sorry we didn’t get here in time, for…”

Her head drops, and she attempts to reign in her sobs so they don’t wrack her body and agitate her arm. It feels better now that it’s bound. Once the pellets are out, it won’t bother her as badly, and perhaps she can smoke some to help dull the pain.

“Damn them, Isaak, damn them, why are they so cruel? Why did they kill him?”

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

"You don’t need to apologize, Sky.” 

Isaak gazes over her comrade with deep, tired sadness. Each and every one of them has experienced loss beyond their share. And even still, another meaningless death right in front of them. 

“Crying is language without words. It says, there is love here. There is loyalty, there is anger. There is fury. It is okay to cry, love, at least to me.” With a light touch she brushes the smaller one’s hair back from her forehead. There is an urge to hug her properly, but Isaak resists given her injuries. That and she knows not everyone appreciates touch as much as her. “And you don’t need to feel as though this is your fault, because it isn’t.”

If anything, she should have come here sooner. But Isaak won’t trouble Sky with her self-deprecation. There will be a time and place for that. When she can put this moonshine to real use.

“They were nothing but cowards, a collective of bastards who only cared about themselves. Fiends only live together for their own protection, not because they care about one another. They barely even people.” Isaak pulls out her water bottle from her satchell as she speaks, offering it to Sky first. “They’re not like us. That’s why our tears are so important.” 

[better-run-rabbit-run]

Hey! I ain’t done that since I was little!

…much. Ain’t done it much.

*When the dog finally releases her, Tess sits up again, laughing and brushing off some of the fur Datura so kindly left behind. And she finally gets to hit the pipe. Inhaling deeply and holding it in for a moment before expelling a cloud of white smoke.*

I guess. Mostly it’s jut glarin’ at tweakin’ dealers while Junie argues with ‘em t’ make sure they don’t get squirrely n’ try ta steal th’ product. Ain’t exactly exciting.

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

Much. 

*Isaak echos the word back at Tess teasingly, clearly suspecting otherwise. Or perhaps just teasing her. He enjoys that quite a lot*

Well you could always be the one who argues with dealers *She snorts at the image as she racks her fingers along Datura’s magnificent fur and kisses the top of her head. The beloved canine accepts the affection happily, for it is clearly what she deserves* But still, a tribe relies on many jobs done right, even the not exciting ones. Do you know what I did before I could hunt or scavenge or ink skin? 

*She should, since Isaak has probably complained about it to literally everyone in the canyon*

I helped my mother deliver BABIES. Do you know how gross that is?! But it was still necessary. Just like what you do now. 

*She takes back the pipe, and takes herself another hit*

Besides, you’re still so young Tess. When it’s your time, you’ll be asked to do more. 

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

kharakhorum replied: Nah, they can have him.

Who? Ruckus or his little man? 

[kharakhorum-blog]

Ruckus! The guy’s a weirdo! Way he hits on everything, what’s his deal?

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

If we kicked out all the weirdos wherever would you go, dear?

[kharakhorum-blog]

Dunno. We’d both be going to the same place, so I guess we’d find out together!

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

I suppose we would be, wouldn’t we? A pity we can’t simply accept our family and all their eccentricity. Including Ruckus the flirt *swats Johnny’s arm* Oh well, that’s life, let’s hurry up and pack before the sun goes down. Goodbye, sweet canyon.

[kharakhorum-blog]

Pssh, I can accept anything, but then he’ll flirt with you when all you wanna do is fight! It’s weird, I just wanna beat people up. -Johnny gave a snort- Man, this canyon blows anyways. I know the perfect place for us, we can storm Legion headquarters or whatever, take it with our bare hands. That shit would be bad ass.

[greatkhansofwar-blog]

Well Johnny dear, the next time Ruckus or anyone bothers you with their excessive flirts, you feel free to send them my way. I will take that burden for you. Because we are family.

*And because Issy always has time for a good flirt*

And yes, it does *He SNORTS and grins* Easy as skinning geckos, I'm sure.