#eridiumangel

[numericalassassin]

@eridiumangel

It was a normal day in all respects, or what had become pretty much normal in any case. Zer0 was at their little cozy place in Overlook cooking a meal for two which they were going to bring over to Angel's place shortly afterward. They'd set a time to meet so she could finish her scavenging before Zer0 got her to eat some real damn food. Only the assassin didn't show up at her place at their meeting time. Nor after their meeting time. Zer0 was never one to be late, unless they got into a fight on the way in which case they would have messaged her to let her know they'd been delayed. Instead there was nothing, no sign, no call, no message.

If (when) she decided to check on them at home, it was a wreck. The door was obviously forced, food scattered about and crushed underfoot, score marks from blades marring the walls and floor. And splashes of black blood everywhere. In the usual pitch dark of their home it glowed residual reds, yellows, and oranges, far too much to have belonged to just Zer0, unless whoever had destroyed their home had killed them. But there were no bodies, no shell casings from a gun.

Only a single sword with a glowing blue blade laying under the remains of the table. Zer0 wouldn't have left their sword if they were still capable of keeping their grip on it.

Which begged the question of who had managed to get the drop on the assassin and where had they taken them?

[neonslots]

@eridiumangel​ // starter

That face looked familiar. She didn’t know where from until she thought hard for a moment. About Jack. About... the little siren he tried to keep under wraps but told Moxxi about because he trusted her. It’s her, isn’t it ? She was so different from back then.  ❝ ...Hey, hon. ❞ she spoke softly. ❝ Can I get you somethin’? ❞ She asked.

[people-of-pandora]

@eridiumangel

Giage got up when she noticed that Angel wasn't asleep next to her and went to their living room seeing the other woman sitting on the couch. She sighed and sat down next to her girlfriend as she gently ran a hand through her hair. "Was it another nightmare?" Gaige asked softly not wanting to seem too loud or pushy. She was just concerned for the siren.

She turned the TV on, but it was just some late night comedy show. So she switched it around finally settling on a movie they both liked. It was a good and quiet movie. Just a dumb romance movie, but it was nice when she was with Angel.

[muscledahl]

eridiumangel replied to your post: “((It would be super nice if someone braided Moe’s hair.))”:

{Avery can! Finally get her out to visit Promethea}

((Yes please! Though it’ll be hard for Moe to let her go back to Pandora when Ave could have a better life here with her and Carson))

[balacaliente]

“There was a gross misunderstanding when I said 'I got this,' just so you’re aware.”

“I got th’feeling, but pointing that out beforehand woulda made you more... ornery.” Ornery was probably too harsh a word to use, but they could be testy at times, especially when discussing the finer details of a mission.Trusting them on this one, however, left both of them hiding behind cover while Donkey Mong chucked cars in their direction.“So. You still wanna keep the reins on how we get outta this or...?”

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 @eridiumangel​ continued from here:

Angel remained still, watching Tyreen pace from under the shadow of her hood. Everything she’d heard told Angel to be cautious in all regards, and so she refused to let her guard down. Rumors could only be trusted so much, but tales of what Tyreen had done to other enemies made Angel hesitant to openly oppose her; and yet she could tell just by watching her that she wasn’t the kind of person Angel should ally herself with either. She decided, then, that neutrality was the safest option for now.

“You could say I have a knack for it. Are you looking for something specific?” At the very least, the information she might get from the other siren could be useful later. So long as she stuck to business, Angel hoped she could avoid too much trouble.

“I don’t do work for free or cheap; if it’s something hard to come by you’ll have to make it worth my while.”

“Of course, of course.” Tyreen found a spot against the wall where she could lean back, crossing her arms in front of her. “Nothing specific. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Children of the Vault? ‘Course you have. Anyway, we like to mess with our weapons. Make ‘em bigger and better. If you’ve got anything fun you can pass our way, maybe stuff we can mod with, I’m sure we can figure out a deal.”

Tyreen glanced over to a table beside of where she was leaning. It seemed to be filled with scrap metal and who-knows-what. She picked up a twisted piece of wire, twirling it absentmindedly between her fingers. “Here’s the thing. I’m kinda, like, a huge deal on the Echonet right now. I could hook you up with a shout-out on our live stream in exchange for some quality stuff. Can’t put a price on publicity like that.”

[hired-gun-talia]

Starter for @eridiumangel

Talia was excited to finally have enough cash in order to get herself some new equipment. Especially the thought of getting a nice new gun was very thrilling to her. The best way to get her hands on extraordinary and rare gear was the black market. She had been trying to get info about where she could meet with somebody for several days now, so when she finally found out about a place where she could buy something, she made her way to the location, which she had market on her ECHO device.

Arriving at the location, she found some sort of small town. It didn’t seem like many people lived there. It was almost like the majority of the inhabitants left a while ago. Many empty houses, broken windows...almost like the people living there had been raided or something. Following the data on her ECHO, she ended up at a small shack. The door was closed and it seemed really quiet. At some point Talia was wondering if she was actually at the right place, so she knocked at the door, waiting for a response. “Hello?”

[stormlxst-blog]

Through their efforts in locating vaults and tracking legends of sirens, they’d discovered a trader by the name of Blackbird. They knew nothing about them, save for what others told them. They dealt in Eridium, and that was something Static was looking for. They needed a lot. Enough to fill several swimming pools, they’d estimated. Maybe more. Whatever they currently had wasn’t enough.

Through coaxing and promises and advance-payments, Static had arranged a face-to-face meeting with this Blackbird to seal the deal. What they didn’t mention, however, was what this Eridium was going to be used for. This was the most expensive meeting they’d arranged thus far, and there was hope. This could be promising. If Static got what they wanted, Blackbird would be rewarded. Handsomely.

The arranged meeting place was a Hyperion warehouse. A big one. To Static, it seemed more like a massive complex than just some warehouse, but it wasn’t their territory, so they wouldn’t judge. For an order this large, they’d been told, they’d need to meet here.

Closing their eyes, Static focuses on their surroundings, creaks and strains drowning out in favor for the beeps and squeaks of potential ECHO devices, or footsteps. The chains on their left arm rattle softly as they shift their weight, waiting patiently.

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