#averysgarage

[muscledahl]

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“As are we.” Moe placed a hand on her shoulder and guided her away from the docks: Moe with her brown hair and bright uniform, while Avery’s bright shock of red was a contrast to her muted clothing. “Though there’s just as much crime here as on Pandora. It’s merely... less bandit-like.” It was the best way to describe it without talking about corporate espionage. “I’ve got a nice apartment we can drop your things at, clean up a bit, and then head out for a meal. Maybe some shopping. Sound good?”

[wiresdonttalk]

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It was obvious to Gaige that Avery had never killed anyone before. From the wide-eyed stare to the way she was holding the gun, Gaige was starting to doubt whether this was a good idea. One wrong move, and the mechromancer could be the one with a bullet in her leg. She flinched at the gunshot and winced at the splatter of blood. Slowly, she went over to Ave’s side and rested a hand on her wrist, careful to not startle her. “Ave...? You okay, girl?”

[numericalassassin]

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like, ❞ she said, pulling her hand back slowly from their face. (averysgarage)

@averysgarage

If Zer0 could raise an eyebrow at the redhead they would have but as it was all they could really do was project a :[ at her. They don't typically take terribly well to people wandering up and touching them but they're pretty sure she meant no harm by it. Still.

"Should not touch people, not without their permission. Considered quite rude." Especially not just poking people in the face. Or faceplate in this case.

[bandiitkiing-blog]

@averysgarage ❤ ’d for a starter!

Such an innocent little girl was walking around the Highlands, someone unattended, someone looking to get hurt. Damon found himself, perched on one of the nearest cliff crawling along the side, shadowing the smaller being with a curious intent. Her face was smeared with grease and the her clothes were practically bathed in it. She looked like she knew how to hold a wrench or two and maybe even her way around mechanics. If he could just approach her without seeming too wild then there was hope that they would work out a deal. Something Damon has been wanting to know how to work ever since he got the tail attached to his spine. He needed upgrades, he needed for the pain to stop and for that he needed another mechanic by his side. If Damon was going to fix whatever the little spasm in his tail was he needed more than one hand. He’d fall from the cliff, golden skag claws embedding into the ground as his boots hit. He’d quietly crawl after her, watching, wondering where she was headed. His only hope that it wasn’t Overlook or another massacre was going to happen and it wouldn’t be because of the grinder.

[radicalstimulant]

@averysgarage || continued from here.

Blue eyes watched as her arm pulled back far, the wrench tightly in her hand before it loosened flying across the air and down into the dirt causing a plume that was supposed to unleash her anger. Though something that was thought to be thrown away easily was never the case. Anger was a SERIOUS emotion, one Javin didn’t like and one that was currently on the little girl’s visage. He felt his eyebrows lower from the surprised at how FAR the wrench went, the smile that dared to creep now fading at the expression she gave him. So maybe he had stepped a line wanting her to continue BUT if she didn’t... where would she have gotten? Where would the progression go? People thrived from moving onward not stepping back and falling down. No one achieved anything with that mindset. “But why?’ His face twists with a curiosity that could never be sated. “Why give up now, you’ve come so far, compadre?”

[frcndeur-blog]

@averysgarage || continued from here.

His eyebrows furrowed deeply upon the shotgun aiming at his face. Her hold on the gun was shaky and he knew with her arm mass that it was hard for her to keep it up. Had to be. Behind his bandit mask, the man’s lips were pulled up in a sneer and electric eyes were narrowed in an angered glare. “Sorta,” he mused with a dark chuckle, the hold on his own weapon was far steadier than hers. Years of killing innocents and other bandits taught him to survive. He was used to this. “Wit’ a little girl like ya, I’d say this is child’s play.” He’d take a step to the side preparing to find cover if he needed too. “If you don’t want yer precious shop burnt down once I ransack it than I suggest that ya lower yer damn gun.”

[schlemicl]

-- STARTER FOR @averysgarage

Thousand Cuts. Daniel’s eyes scanned through the entrance with an air of caution around him, he knows the Slabs were a band of bandits that did questionable things to those that weren’t them. Green eyes stared before advancing onward, footsteps barely heard over the sound of those who spoke over the wall of protection. He had gotten intel that a small mechanic was living there but their location wasn’t given only the lands that belong to the bandits, nothing specific. With the Jakobs pistol readied, the man would continue onward. Heading into the lion’s den with no idea what he was looking for exactly.

[wiresdonttalk]

@averysgarage reblogged from here:

“What I think... is that you should get a tat going up the side of your face and around your eye. Like a big... set of gears or wires or something. I think it would look fan-fucking-tastic.”