#misfitsofzaun

[fishymedic]

@misfits-of-zaun liked for non enforcer verse It was somehow still only just the afternoon; he felt like it had been far more than that. Focusing on getting some snacks and water in his system as walked along. Keeping an ear out which at first picked up on an reason to quickly pack it back away into his bag. And then in the opposite direction, sounds of somebody else in the quiet area. There was no hesitation in what exactly to do. Not even taking in the person; what they were up to on approach. "Bad tempered enforcer approaching- just so you know." Gesturing the direction he'd come from.

[savingthrcw]

@misfits-of-zaun for Lachlan

Janey had let her men convince her to join them for a drink at the pub of the place with the promise that they often had clear water, something she was longing for. There were about fifteen of them, and since the people working at the counter were all female, it took one look from her to make sure they'd be on their best behavior. Just one night of drinking and being non-violently stupid, maybe some of them could find somebody who would take them upstairs for a cheap amount of caps too, and there was even a singer to cheer up the place. She went to sit at one of the empty seats, her regular sour expression leaving space for a temporary softer one at the sight of a dog resting, and the dog must have smelled hers because it looked right at her; satisfied, she took off the strap of her submachine gun so she could relax more, had Roy order her the glass of water and something with sugar, and took a moment to flash her blank expression at one of her newest raiders, who had just yelled: "Sing another one, woman!" to the singer. He saw Janey's face and quickly added: "Please. Ma'am." Janey stared at him for a couple of more seconds and then let it go. It was a thin line, allowing her raiders to be menacing but not letting them believe they could take too many liberties with women - for her own good but also because she would not stand for it.

Still, soon enough she was thinking of the dog again, and of the treats in her dufflebag, and finally she addressed what seemed to be the owner. "Hey you," she called out, which made the dog look as well, "That your dog? Can he eat these?" She showed the BlamCo Dog-Treats box, "Or she, whatever."

[atomiqueen]

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He saw her gun hand was shaking. That little smirk he gave her before he approached was peak, "cute speech sweetheart, but you definitely ain't got the spine to shoot me 😏" - I imagine he was so confident about walking up because he fully assumed she was too fresh outta the vault to be a threat, and that he could just call her bluff to intimidate her into backing off so he didn't need to waste a bullet. Then she immediately proved him wrong with a solid chest shot 😂

​peak "you don't have it in you" / "oh yeah?" energy. 😂 if she'd picked up one of those other weapons the rest of the show might've gone very differently. but she didn't. coz she's lucy. smfh...

[savingthrcw]

@misfits-of-zaun Cooper & Janey

Now, Janey hated many things. Some of them she could share out loud: Vault Tec, the Enclave, cowards, her many enemies, radiation sickness, roach meat, and more. She also hated things she could not say out loud, not because her raiders would ditch her for it, they were ready to die for her regardless, but because she didn't want to admit it to herself: unfair fights, the way people treated ghouls and synths before even talking to them, punishments that in her opinion went too far. Putting someone in a fucking grave for decades was a punishment that went too far. It was also something Dom Pedro had done, and he was someone she'd share her hate for.

One of the many reasons, besides wanting to get a hold of the scientist to make sure he'd get to Moldaver, why she had Roy and Pat dig the ghoul out that night; she was stronger than the both of them, but she had to keep some distance in case he jumped out of there as a feral one and needed someone to end his misery. Her minigun was hanging from a strap around her shoulder as always, but her hand was close to the gun to do a cleaner job.

And then they opened it for him and stepped back. There was no immediate growling and attempting to pounce out of the coffin to get to her, so she assumed he hadn't gone feral. "Guns down, he's fine," she told her men, who lowered it and returned to her. "Hey. I'm not with Dom Pedro," she warned, so that he wouldn't attack her for the wrong reason - she would in his place, if she thought someone had been sent by her mother, even if it meant getting killed next. "I'm gonna get straight to the point. I'm getting you out of there for two reasons: one, I hate that fucker and I want him to suffer. Two, coffins are for the dead. That said, I've been told you are the best tracker we can find on this side of the Wasteland, so if you are interested I've got a job worth a lot of caps. If you are not interested, good-fucking-bye, good luck and I hope you kill that son of a bitch." Given her pitch, Janey waited for a response; if he wanted to hear more she'd give details, otherwise no point in wasting more breath.

[independentzaun]

Paints and masks

Continued from here with @misfits-of-zaun

Despite her pessimistic note, and quiet voice Jinx hadn’t actually intended to be rude or to start an argument. She had simply taken his comment very literally. Should he thank her? Yes. However as far as she was concerned saying that without actually thanking someone generally meant you were not actually going to. Besides with how things had been between them Jinx hadn’t really expected his thanks anyways. She’d just wanted to do something nice for him. If he’d said nothing at all she would have simply mentally shrugged, and than smiled the next time she saw him with his mask on knowing she’d helped fix it up. As he started to get upset Jinx frowned, and couldn’t help a faint irritated whine from her subvocals she tried to make stop. She didn’t want an argument, and didn’t want him upset. Somehow though it’d just kind of happened, and Jinx wasn’t really sure how or why.

“Nothing.” She didn’t want to try to explain herself, or her thought process, or anything else. No one had ever cared except for Silco, and maybe during good times Vi. She didn’t expect him to, and mostly just wanted to keep working on her little projects. Not having her full set up, and just having a couple metal scraps there wasn’t anything major she could do with them. She could still occupy herself with a bit of art at least however. Her monkey symbol, firelight beetles, a simple version of her mask, and Silco’s eye off in one corner. All scratched into the metal so it would be easily painted in. Jinx had actually considered asking Scar if he wanted the wooden toy he was working on painted, but she doubted he’d want a reminder of her in his home which was understandable even to her.

Glancing up at Ekko when he said “thank you” she blinked looking a touch surprised before she actually smiled at him. It was a small smile, and just barely reached her eyes. However it was a sincere smile all the same as she nodded. “You’re welcome.” There was a sudden faint blush that would have been near impossible to notice if it wasn’t for how pale Jinx was as a subvocal slipped out. Like helping. Looking away she shook her head. It wasn’t like she could deny it after all. Reaching towards a paint brush, and some paints Jinx considered what spot to paint first before pausing. Eyes turning back to Ekko she tilted her head a bit, and held up the metal plate just a touch.

“Want to put your own thing on, or a bit of paint?” She seldom if ever invited others to touch her projects. Maybe it was time to start however. At least with Ekko. If he said no well she’d offered, and that just mean she didn’t have to share. If he said yes however that’d be kind of nice in a way. Either way she’d accept it.

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[independentzaun]

"wait, that's mine. you fixed it?" (Ekko to Jinx)

Any number of quick sarcastic, or pessimistic responses flashed through Jinx’s head. Comments about “what like it’s hard?” or “let me guess now you don’t want it” or other similar things. Cycling through those nearly automatic responses made her take a second to respond verbally, but she had glanced up acknowledging him with a little nod. “Yes. I’ve always been really curious about those hover boards, and when you bring yours around I normally take a look at it when I get a chance just to see.” A shrug as her eyes flickered away. Jinx was feeling weirdly enough almost shy in that moment as she wasn’t being harsh, or mean, or defensive. “So when you mentioned something about it not working properly I looked it over, and I just… spotted a couple of things, and fixed them.” Head tilting a bit her gaze went back to him. “That’s all.” Without meaning to her subvocals purred. Helped? Did good? Wanted to help. Fixed now!

Immediately she frowned looking away with a faint blush, and took a sip of a drink she had. “Nothing big. Sides if it doesn’t work properly how you supposed to get back, and forth easily?”

[independentzaun]

"i... should probably thank you for that." (Ekko to Jinx)

Things had been awkward to say the least lately. Scar trying to get them to fix things, Jinx off balance, Ekko moving back and forth between leading the Firelights and barely talking to Jinx while still technically being there. This particular day he’d tossed his mask onto the table, and had gone to go to sleep. Jinx had immediately followed, but be it something said or body language or a door shutting or whatever else had stopped and watched as Ekko went to go nap by himself.

Standing there utterly still for a second with a distant look on her face her head tilted as she considered what to do. It was a look that had in the past accompanied any number of actions from executing an enforcer to standing in the middle of a building that held bad memories for her to getting lost in her own head to simply studying something as she felt almost outside of herself somehow. For as calm as it seemed it was not actually the best of signs, and than suddenly she took a deep breath head turning to look at his mask. It wasn’t exactly damaged, but the paint was messed up and scratched making the whole thing look not nearly as nice as it normally did. Silent steps led her over to the table as she lifted up the mask saying nothing at all until her eyes moved to Scar. “I need paint.” Turning the mask to show him the damage on it Jinx stared at him not looking distant, but more or less expressionless. “I can fix it.”

By the time Ekko woke his mask was pristine once again. She had carefully washed it, dried, fixed a fraying strap, and fixed the paint on it. Sitting on the table cross legged Jinx was slowly, and carefully scratching a design into some scrap piece of metal that either she or Scar had found outside so that she could paint it with what was left over. Hearing that comment her hands stopped moving for a second before continuing their movement without looking at him at all. There was a long moment of silence before the omega murmured softly sounding more resigned than anything else.

“But you won’t.” She was tired... maybe she'd take a nap when he left.

Not like he'd stay. Why would he? He didn't care.

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[independentzaun]

[  CHAIR  ] + REVERSE:  sender’s muse (Ekko) wakes up tied to a chair and finds the receiver’s muse (Jinx) sat in front of them, waiting for them to wake up.

It’d been the easiest thing in the world to find Ekko as he was running some errand or another as she’d gotten better at using their bond to do such things. Jinx hadn’t actually intended to do anything too extreme despite the fact that she hadn’t seen him in over a week, and she felt like it’d in fact been weeks plural. Perhaps yell, or complain or make a scene but she wasn’t going to hurt him. Than she smelled a particular scene. Some omega. Some bitch had their scent on her Alpha, on her soulmate, and that changed everything. Eyes gleaming with a possessive fury she’d waited for him to get to a quiet spot, and than tossed a gas chomper at him. Pulling her own mask on she hopped down, and moments later collected Ekko taking him off to a private place. A particular warehouse she’d held a tea party at before.

When he woke she was sitting on the table in front of him just watching. Ekko, of course, was gagged. As his eyes opened Jinx’s hand rose and she finger waved to him. “Hey there. You know it’s very. Fucking. Rude. To walk around with some bitches scent on you that’s not mine. Just had to get your dick wet, and you couldn't even stand to do it with your own soulmate huh?” Voice sharp, and entirely too casual she was quite obviously displeased. All the same a moment later she slid down off of the table to straddle his lap. One arm going around his shoulders she flicked the gag in his mouth with a finger before running her knuckles along his cheek.

“I don’t like to share. With anyone, and this? This upsets me Ekko… I’d love to pay her a visit, but I’m guessing you wont tell me who she was. So tell me something.” Pressing herself against him her head moved over his shoulder so she could purr in his ear. “How exactly are we going to make this right?”

The idea that perhaps it was just a coincidence, or that Ekko had in fact not done anything in the end hadn’t even occurred to her.