#chainedfire-wildrider

[rubyredbusser]

[HC that Delta helps Sammy learn how to control her fire powers after after she’s zapped]

@chainedfire-wildrider

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@chainedfire-wildrider​

Delta heard the voice, like a whisper the sweet symphony rang in her ears telling her, encouraging her, to show them what she had hidden away. The fire that was consuming her hands, blasted up her arm. An amazing show of orange, red, and yellow, flickering as it slowly crawled up, eating at the flesh. She was staring down at the bound body of a Bloodshot bandit, one she knew. Gerald, a bitch who often wanted her to know the place of a woman. He was on the dusty ground, blood caked around him, dark hair sticking on his face as the sun beamed down at the three. A long scar ranged from his forehead to his chin, fresh crimson blood bleeding out from the mark. The sent of it nearly made Delta smile in a menacing way, a way she found so satisfying she wanted to do it again. He doesn’t know that the female bandit was there, he was tied and blindfolded which made him look even more exposed. Now the tables have turned, sweet evil victory was on her lips and Delta couldn’t wait to kiss the misery away. “How do ya know, eh? This bastard looks half-dead to me, anyway,” the fire not only ate at her skin but within her as well, she was angry, frustrated, maybe even scared.

    Her breath came in loud choppy puffs, she wasn’t sure what to do, listen to the devil on the right of her or to work things out. She wanted to be better than these assholes, to fight the beast that dared to rip this nothing apart.

“Obviously you’re keeping things bottled up. That’s no good for you. Let it out, and your mind will be one step closer to peace. Did he ever bottle anything up for you?” Tyreen didn’t really know the details of what the beef was between Delta and the poor sod on the ground, but it was pretty obvious that there was some unpleasant history there.

Besides, that’s what this was all about, wasn’t it? Truth. Salvation. Insight. Clarity. Transforming into a better world. If some got sacrificed in the process, so be it. To be honest, Tyreen was much more focused on what she saw in front of her rather than what Delta decided to do. This person had power. Raging, dangerous power. And to top it all off, as far as Tyreen could tell, she wasn’t a siren. She couldn’t just leave someone like that alone. She wanted to see what those powers could do.

“And you said it yourself. He’s half-dead. In a way, you both win, don’t you? You get some catharsis, and he gets put out of his misery.” Tyreen shrugged. Sounded generous to her. “Ah, but I’m not here to tell you what to do. This is all you.”

[spiderantsandbullets]

@chainedfire-wildrider​ ❤ ‘d for a starter.

Morrie knew the Spider riders weren’t the only ones to tame and rely on the wild creatures Pandora provided in abundance. Plenty of people had been heard to train skags, use them a guard creatures, defenders, just pets, or bred for the arena. It wasn’t uncommon actually.

But Morrie herself had never seen it. It wasn’t in the Hodunk’s usual array of skills and the Bloodshots had too many midgets and rats that would either eat or be eaten by tamed skags. So it was with great interest she watched the lone bandit woman and her skag crossing over the sands, standing up on Mim’s back so she could get a better look through her spyglass. She wasn’t exactly being subtle but she also wasn’t shooting at them so there was a chance, albeit a small one, that she wouldn’t end up getting shot at. Who knew, maybe the other woman was friendly. Or maybe she was the face eating type. It was really a toss of a coin out here.

Still, Morrie waved when she saw the woman turn toward her, more interested in conversation then a fight. Women were pretty scarce on Pandora, often nothing more then an object to whoever was strongest enough to keep ahold of them. A lone woman wandering was unusual enough to make note of, even better if she was talented and sane enough to be of possible use to Morrie’s clan.

[kingdomofclones]

🎯🎯🎯

Headcanon target practice: accepting!

🎯 Torque can pop up just about anywhere, he’s not tied to any specific locale, camp, or even planet.  He’s prone to wandering.  Evidence that he has passed though an area includes small shrines consisting of high rarity guns, skulls, and paintings of swirls made with a mixture of blood, gun powder and rust.  

🎯 He can’t see what is going on most of the time, the skull mask has its eye sockets on either side of its head instead of in front.  Instead he navigates through smell; this might be why he has no long range attack capabilities despite his size and buzz axe.

🎯 He talks to himself a lot, mostly voicing his thoughts as they come up, but sometimes they will be full on conversations where he voices both sides.  Torque will also say out loud things that he is reading.

[frcndeur-blog]

@chainedfire-wildrider  ❤’d for a STARTER !! 

It was a damn lazy day in the Dust, sitting inside one of the metal homes they had made, Toby watched as the air conditioner slowly spun, the giant fan seems to have trouble in the near-still air. The helmet Tobias normally wore was thrown off onto the nearest counter. Revealing his styled hair slicked back, his sides shaved, a pair of gauges on either ear and a pierced right eyebrow. Light electric eyes scanned the room until they landed on the slumbering other. Her fiery hair sprawled out against the couch she slept on. A small hum left him, watching her features rise and fall as she’d breathe. “Delta,” Tobias called, shifting his position in the stool he sat in. “Wake up, time to get going.”

[rubyredbusser]

Could you do an A3 for Delta?

[Expression Meme!!] (Accepting!!)

I love Delta so much (and red-headed cuties in general)

[rubyredbusser]

Continued from here!!

@chainedfire-wildrider

Sammy chuckled tiredly at the bandit’s joke, she hated hated hated being so pitiful infront of other people, but she was also just as exhausted. Her eyes darted to the shrill screech of stool legs being pulled along the hardwood floor. “That’s true, hun, you do have a point. I just try to not get my hopes up after getting burned too many times.” She propped an elbow on the table, setting her tired, swollen face into the palm of her hand, still nursing her empty cup.

She looked over to the other customers, aside from the usual tipsy bandit and quiet wanderer, nothing really seemed extraordinary compared to the two women talking amongst themselves. Sammy couldn’t help but nod in agreeance, while nobody really seemed dangerous confined to these 4 walls of merry and liquor, Sam still had her guard up for...other reasons.

"I know, I know, hun, it’s not being a kid on Pandora that sucks, I mean- yeah the occasional crude midget joke and the coddling from people thinking you’re some delicate little flower is shit ‘n all-” She began slurring, the effects of her drink suddenly deciding to play their old tricks. “-It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t fer something else, too.”

[tossinthelittlelady]

@chainedfire-wildrider || continued from here.

His lips sprawled into a smile noticing Delta’s eccentric attitude though it faults at the tug of his belt and her nearly yanking his pants down from the force she snapped to get the grenade off.  He recovers though with a chuckle, green eyes watching as the psycho fluently bit off the pin and threw the grenade as far away as she possibly could. Luckily he chose a common explosive to do this challenge and not one of the higher techs like Hyperion. They didn’t need a singuarty to do this. “Nice!” Axton exclaims, metal flies through the air, dirt is lifted in a plume of dust and pieces of rock fly from such a deadly device. He’s impressed with Delta’s throwing arm but knows that he could do so much better. Come on, he was TRAINED for this. Actions mirror the bandit’s as he takes the grenade, yanks the pin off, the small tick telling him it was ready to blow. Though through this a lone psycho waddles into the fun a distance away, close to where Delta’s had exploded. He had come out from the nearby encampment muttering something about his mother had a similar explosion. Little did Axton know that the psycho was there before CHUCKING his into the air, going over the said man’s head and landed on the other side of him. A loud yell of explosive confetti came from the victim soon becoming his own plume of blood, guts, and meat pieces.