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[averysgarage]

{I would love to do a three way thread with one of Avery's friends and a third party (who's not afraid to be the bad guy) using that kidnapping meme. Many feels and such yes}

[xslabking]

‡ (Gaige; I'm sorry)

—meme

✭Mmm—what was that now? Brick rolled over a little bit towards the motion of someone else settling on his bed, recognizing the young mecromancer almost instantly. Which was a good thing for her—he could be reactive when startled and barely awake. “Need som’thin Gaige?” Haze and evidently still mostly asleep he tried to tug some of his blanket away from her, intending to (happily) burrito himself snugly in it so he could catch more shuteye.

[perhosiia]

 { Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ } 

       ”How are you not freezing your ass off?"

[xslabking]

║ (Gaige)

—meme

"So. Got any plans yet in gettin out of here?"

[averysgarage]

{everyone is inviting Avery to celebrate Mercenary Day but she hates Merc Day now, please pardon her, she's such a grinch}

[xslabking]

Special Delivery! (dt-machinist)

—meme

10. A bleeding wound

✭Brick might not know the newer vault hunters as well as he did his closest friends but he certainly didn’t mind them at all—they were all good slabs, a cut above what he normally had to work with. “Hey sla—” the word died when he spotted the injury—the blood—and he reached out to try to steady the young woman so to get a better look at it. “What happened?” An attack in Sanctuary?—surely not. Although if it had happened here something needed to be done about it immediately.

[psychotheory]

roll the dice && take the shot;

Perhaps it was too easy.

With his duties amongst the bandit clan slowly growing Hal found himself away from the camp more and more - and although he didn't like being away from Ian [what if Hyperion chanced to attack?] it did well to be able to stretch his legs. Perhaps this in and of itself was the best part about leaving Hyperion... he had never realized how much he loved to be able to travel, to move, instead of seeing the same walls day in and day out.

But the marauder didn't focus on that - didn't like how it chased into the thoughts of near mindless boredom that came with the lack of tools and resources to really be able to work - instead he grumbled crossly at one of the psychos that collided momentarily with his side. The shorter man scooted off laughing only to be shushed by another, the dying light of their target's campfire a low note on the horizon. Interlopers, intruders creeping in and taking raids on targets that weren't theirs.

Killing wasn't something that he really thought much about. It wasn't something he went out of his way to do for no reason, sure, but orders were orders and he liked the freedoms that came when he wasn't being viewed with suspicion and distrust. So when the other bandit group's guard skag snarled, low and guttural, sending the sleepy little camp ablaze with scattered activity he though nothing of kicking over one of the stagnant barrels, using it as cover as he opened fire - his spinigun's bullet fire thunder in his ears, adrenaline coursing.

[sweetasmead]

(Gaige) Well, ain't ya a moppy-headed li'l thing?

Avery pouted up at the red head, pushing his thick hair out of his face to peer at her with bright golden eyes. "Mama says I'm not supposed to talk to people I don't know."