#m. fiona

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Fiona backs away out of his reach, though she is going to run into wall soon and have to switch strategies. She's satisfied with her little play--he's really annoyed. It's pretty funny. She wasn't sure what she was planning to do when she came up to him. She just felt like she should do something. Scope him out. Maybe try to kill him, if things pan out.

"Yeah, about as proud of me as yours."

She spots a ledge and deftly scrambles up, out of Jack's reach. She's more nimble than he is and she suspects he won't be able to make it up. She takes the time to look through his wallet. She knows it will annoy him.

She moved past the yellow credit cards to find a picture of a girl. It was a blurry, far away photo; from security footage or something. She looked sad.

Fiona scoffed, reminded again that this freak was in Rhys's head. "Woah, okay. Nice picture. I guess that's serial killer behavior for you."

As Fiona stuffed the picture back in, some cards for random businesses fell out. Fiona caught a glimpse of the Atlas logo and pulled it out to see it was Rhys's.

"You seem to be following Rhys's career with interest. You keep the business cards of every employee you traumatize?"

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@companywrath

Fiona had a job to do in this swampy hell. Rhys had recently been stabbed in what looked like a random mugging and turned out to be corporate espionage. Rhys was fine, but once he figured out the Valdof corporation was behind the attack, he needed to do something about it. Luckily for him, he had a Vault Hunter he trusted right there.

He'd managed to figure out person who ordered the hit had fled and gone into hiding on Eden-6. Fiona doubted anyone at Vladof was that afraid of Atlas--the hiding probably had more to do with Rhys's weird relationship with Handsome Jack than anything else. Rhys didn't have the resources to spare to go after the Vladof employee, Borkov, himself. He had to pay Fiona to do it.

She wasn't really sure what Rhys expected her to do once she found Borkov. He hadn't been that specific. She figured she would use her best judgement; Rhys would probably be happy however she got it done as long as Borkov was out of the way.

Fiona had never been to Eden-6 before, so it wasn't on her fast travel network. Rhys had provided a transport ship set to land in a remote part of the jungle. Eden-6 was Jakobs territory and Rhys preferred Atlas's presence was kept as quiet as possible. She was to get in, take care of Borkov, and get out.

The Atlas ship was tiny. Fiona felt cramped already as she sat down inside. At least it was pristinely clean. Fiona was not looking forward to the swamp. She also made Rhys buy her as fashionable a waterproof outfit as possible. She adjusted the hat in her reflection in the window.

"Hey, uh, is someone supposed to be coming with you?" The Atlas pilot's voice crackled over the intercom. He was like five feet away from her. He could have easily just spoken regularly. Fiona flinched at how loud it was. "I thought Rhys said it was just you."

"Uh, yeah, it is supposed to be just me," said Fiona. "What do you mean?"

"I mean someone else is coming up the boarding stairs. Should I wait for him?"

"What? No. Unless it's Rhys, I guess."

Fiona stood up, intending to look out the other window and make sure, just as the transport ship's doors opened again. Fiona looked away to glare at the pilot. "I told you not to--"

"I'm not stupid enough to tell him no," said the pilot defensively. "If you wanna try, be my guest."

Fiona finally looked at the new passenger and jerked back in surprise. "Oh, no way," she said, stepping forward, her hand going to the Atlas gun at her hip. "You get the hell out of here."

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@companywrath

The Caravan had to be stopped for repairs near a tiny settlement. Sasha was handling the repairs, with Vaughn as her assistant, which was sure to take most of the evening. Athena was outside standing guard. Fiona was out exploring the settlement, and Jack had been relatively quiet. Sort of. Maybe. Rhys didn't mind a bit of time to rest. It was rare on Pandora.

When Fiona came in the door, he was in a good mood. He smiled as she came in and she smiled back, lighting up when she saw him. Rhys flushed slightly, taken aback.

"Rhys. Look what I found." She held up a brown bottle. It was some sort of Pandoran brand of alcohol Rhys had never heard of, but it was easily recognizable as booze.

"Woah," he said, already nervous. "We saving that for a special occasion?'"

"Nah. Everyone else is busy. At least the two of us can stay entertained for the night." At Rhys's blank look, she added, "Hey, I asked if it was okay. They all said knock yourselves out."

"That's--"

"Maybe literally. We're not exactly vital to the operation right now."

This was... unexpected. Rhys didn't drink a ton in general, especially not Pandoran liquor, which had to be ten times as strong due to all the horrors. He would struggle to keep up with Fiona. That might be embarrassing, but it seemed even more embarrassing to say no. Not to mention he felt sort of special that Fiona wanted to drink with him at all. He opened his mouth to respond and Jack appeared next to him.

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@parasitesiren continued from here

Fiona didn't like that she found herself surrounded by clearly insane cultists who apparently wanted to flay her alive. She wasn't into it, she wasn't having fun. But she couldn't say she was surprised. Some weird shit was always happening on Pandora.

It was certainly a welcome back home. Fiona had been gone, trying to get her Vault Hunting career off the ground on other planets, and had only recently come back to Pandora. It seemed like lately some kind of cult had taken over all the local bandit clans. It was only a matter of time until Fiona came across them.

"Well, if you put it that way, just... sign me right up!" Fiona clapped her hands together, a smile lighting up her face. It was good, in situations like this, to act enthused. She'd dealt with her fair share of freaks. Sometimes it was best to play along.

"I'd love to be a, uh... What did you say you were called?" Not the Children of Helios, that was Vaughn's thing. The Children of something. "Anyway, I'm, uh, definitely interested in this new religion of yours. Soo fascinated." She wanted to back up, but there were bandits standing menacingly directly behind her. Why were there so many bandits? "Why don't you sign me up and I'll pop in at the next meeting?"

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"Lemonade? Non-cursed lemonade for sale!! Yes very normal lemonade for sale right here, okay!!"

Fiona crouched down so she could see better, her eyes growing wide. She just stared for a second. What the hell? Sorry, heck. It looked young. Or maybe it was just what these creatures looked like.

So. Cute.

She had never seen anything like it before. Cute things were sparse where she was from. Every living thing looked more than a little bit like a monster. Especially the people.

She had some cash. She had to give this thing whatever it wanted forever now. And hopefully it wouldn't mind if the money was a little stolen. Fiona slipped her hand into her pocket and held out the money.

"I'll take some even if it's cursed."

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"Okay. Wasn't even thinking about it. But now that you've given me permission, sure."

Not true--Fiona had definitely been thinking about it. Could you blame her? Who wouldn't want to know more about an enigma like this? She was on edge, admittedly. Fiona could probably take her, but, well, the true crime ECHOcast practically wrote itself.

Keeping a careful eye on Cass this time, so as not to be startled again, Fiona closed the distance between herself and the sketchbook. She was careful not to touch anything, either. It was a morgue, after all.

(Weird place to be sketching. Everything about this person was weird.)

Her sketches were even weirder. There was a few normal studies, but they were the minority, mixed in among the surreal, violent art that was obviously Cass working through something. It was honestly exactly what Fiona was expecting and she was still concerned.

"Well, you're talented, definitely." The technical quality of the art had been superb. They had obviously drawn a lot of, you know, whatever this was. "But if you let me look at that so I'll stop asking questions, keep in mind that I grew up on Pandora. I've seen worse."

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❛  are we actually doing the right thing?  ❜ (to Fiona from The Watcher)

Fiona didn't look up from the dead body she was searching. He dead guy had money, which she pocketed, but no clues about the Vault Key she was chasing like she hoped. "Who's to say what the right thing is?" she said flippantly. "From where I'm looking it's all relative." A second later she realized she didn't recognize the voice.

The looked up and shot to her feet as soon as she registered the being that had spoken to her. Her gun was in her hands, aimed at it. "Okay." She tried to keep her voice level, to make it seem like she wasn't freaked out. She failed. "I admit, now I'm starting to feel like we're not actually doing the right thing."