#killercourser

[a-dreaming-machine]

@killercourser 

He sighed and started looking around in his pockets for something to help ease the pain. Not that he thought she deserved it, after all, it was her fault she was hurt.  “I know you’re strong,” He said finally. “It’s just your enemies are stronger and I don’t want to see you…” Get hurt. He didn't finish his sentence, instead drifting into silence.

He shouldn’t care if she got hurt, he shouldn’t be worried about her like this. His emotions were a mess inside of him. He felt angry that she had endangered her life, but felt incredible relief that she was alright. He felt like he wanted to punch her and kiss her at the same time, and those emotions drained him, making him feel incredibly exhausted. “Just forget about it.” He murmured.

There was a moment of silence before Nena finally spoke that familiar smile returning. “ I’ll be more careful next time. .promise” A tough promise to make in this day and age not to mention with her work, certainly not the safest thing she could be doing. “ thanks though. .”  

[a-dreaming-machine]

✐ /Couldn't help myself, sorry.

[a-dreaming-machine]

@killercourser He rubbed his head with a bloody hand. “Fuck, anything would be nice.” He winced, his split lip protesting angrily at the words. To be honest, it felt good to be able to prove that he was worthsomething again. “Well, if you did anything better today, I would love to hear about it.” His tone held just the edge of bitterness.  ----------------------- "Well can't say I did anything that exciting, mostly been working on a project of mine.." After placing a chilled drink on the table for him she pulled up a chair next to him, taking a small kit from one of the cabinets and sitting down beside him. Placing a gloves hand under his chin to turn his head toward her to take care of the minor cuts and bruises he had received.

[wanderingqueen]

Black Widow / Lady Killer

killercourser:

A playful smile tugged at his mouth. “I’ll make you a bet,” He said with a hint of boyish suspicion, looking around the room. “The first one to seduce someone to come up into our room, and then murder them, wins. And you can’t hire anyone, that’s cheating.” He had played this game hundreds of times before, and so far, no one had beaten him.

Mira squinted at him. She knew she could probably win this game if she really wanted to, but...

The fact was, if she was gonna do it, she’d have to know who’d have it coming. And not in a fun way, mind you. Someone who deserved to be assassinated.

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Oh? We gonna pick each other’s marks, or just go for it?” She chuckled with her perfect poker face. “And what’s the time limit, honey?”

Either way, in a dingy inn like they were shacking up at, finding someone wouldn’t be too difficult. Nor would tricking them into her bed.

She’d done it before to better people. 

[the-perfect-scientist]

A Scavenger’s hobby (closed w/ killercourser)

@killercourser

Carlos had heard the tell-tale laser-fire that told him there were synths nearby. His first thought wasn’t fear-related. Yes, he was scared, but there was still that first thought that not many people had when they heard androids fighting -- when can I get to look at the deactivated bodies?

Carlos found a nearby Pulowski Preservation Shelter and quickly hid inside, locking it and taking a seat on the floor inside to wait for the fighting to die down.

It was a long wait, but it wasn’t like he had any pressing matters to attend to. He played games on his Pipboy and even slept while he waited. When he woke up there was no more fire. No sounds indicating that anyone was still around. He got up and unlocked the shelter, opening the doors and poking his head out. The sun had started to sink, which didn’t give him much time to locate the deactivated synths. Luckily, there wasn’t much debris from the war to block his view of the street and, after determining that nobody else was around, he left the shelter and made his way to one of the synths that he found slumped over a car. He got to work and started to examine the body. Unfortunately its CPU was obliterated as half of its head was gone. But the coolant pump in its chest managed to escape damage, despite how people tend to aim for it when shooting synths. He worked for a little while, using the glow of his Pipboy to guide him in the setting sun to pull out the coolant pump. He picked around inside the cavity he created and pulled a few other choice parts, including the lower section of the spinal column. This would keep him busy for days, just looking over these items. He quickly placed his scavenged components in his bag and got up, hurrying off to find shelter for the night.

[waste-land-artist]

(Not) Safe

Yun thought herself to be safe from the Institute. She served no use to them if they replaced her with a synth. She didn’t live in a settlement, and kept to herself that anyone would know something was wrong if she started being more social all of the sudden.

She also had no skills they needed. She was an artist-not a scientist of any sort. And from what she heard the Institute had no interest in cultural aspects of humankind. 

So she thought she was safe in her little basement home, with the needs and wants. Her art and some surviving remains of her old life in a trunk she was going through.

Some photo albums, some old clothes form her childhood. Some old clothes of her parents and a few books. One of which was a book her mother got on the trip to South Korea they went on. It was a thick text about Korean aircraft and ships. Her mother said her brother always wanted to make airplanes, but she was never sure if he made it out of the North in order to do so. So she got the book as a sort of remembrance token.

While the subject didn’t interest her Yun cherished it. It was on of the few things that helped her stay close to her mother through the memory and the langue the book was in. She wouldn’t trade it for anything and would fight to keep it.

Little did she know she would actually have to.

@killercourser

[pyrokineticx-blog]

killercourser started following you

“ oh cool! I like your outfit!”

[bulletsandsturdyboots-blog]

Sharing is Caring

{closed starter for @killercourser}

Tall and dark, black coat, wore sunglasses inside like an asshole- yup. This one had to be the one Aruya had been looking for. He looked dangerous, even deadly, but the scavenger was largely unimpressed. Looks weren’t shit, as far as she was concerned, but she knew damn well the gruesome scars carved into her features put them on even ground in the deadly looks department. So the way he carried himself, all control and precision, did nothing to deter her as she strode up to the stranger.

It helped the the shots of whiskey she’d downed had given her a touch more confidence.

“Hey, you,” she addressed the stranger sharply. Instinct had her stopping just outside of his arm’s reach. One of her hands rested lightly on the custom pistol at her belt, but after thinking better of the threat implicit in the stance she crossed her arms in front of her. “You the one that was tracking down intel on that guy what went missing from Diamond City? Because I’ve got an offer to make.”