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[harriedwritings]

       // @messwrites // closed

Pandora was...beige. Beige in the sense that it was physically beige, not as in ‘boring’; frankly he didn’t think he’d ever hear the words ‘boring’ and ‘Pandora’ used in the same sentence without copious quantities of sarcasm being utilised.

Still, that didn’t mean that when Axton was rambling around, shooting skags just outside of Lynchwood station and looting their corpses for the cash they inexplicably seemed to carry, y’know, just for funsies, that he expecting to turn around and be confronted by the walking, talking, weirdly corporeal ghost of an evil dictator he’d help murder and whose aforementioned corpse he’d subsequently teabagged?!?!?? ?!????!?!!!!!!

So, Axton did the only logical thing that a fierce and manly vault hunter could do in such a situation.

“-- GUAHUAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!” he shrieked, in a manly fashion, and punched the dumb ghost in its dumb ghost face.

[harriedwritings]

    // @ofdoubles // closed for timtam

Janey’d be the first to admit she liked running from one catch-a-ride to another, doing the basic maintenance that came with, well, doing basic maintenance on the catch-a-rides. She was starting to get the hang of this planet, she thought, though the dust made her cough and the vegetation made her sneeze sometimes and she still caught herself looking up when she dropped her tools sometimes.

    She’d whistle to herself as the wind rushed through her hair, any bandits she saw knowing damn well that she wasn’t carrying any loot worth looting and that if they asked nicely and didn’t cause her any trouble, she might just fix up one or two of their things for them, and thus, little bandit trouble was generally caused for her. Besides, considering how much pride she took in her fiancée’s existence and therefore the degree to which she bragged about her, people generally took that as a warning. Skags were another story, though ‘course, she had no qualms about smashing their heads under her tyres. None. None at all. In her defence, they were an awful lot like kraggons. Arseholes.

        The point was, though, she was humming pretty damn loudly on her way to her next stop, and getting pretty damn close, when she saw something pretty damn unusual. The unusual thing that she saw was a singular human being, wandering in much the same direction as she was. Curiouser and curiouser.

    So, being as Janey was a generally helpful and ‘well, I could always drive away’ individual, she started to slow as she got closer to him, leaning out of the runner to holler, “-- Oi! Walking guy! Alright?!”