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@wantedinthewest
It’s been like four years since I’ve done anything with West. I love him, though, and I have ambitions to do more with this blog.
So hi, yes. This is West. No relation to Kanye, please and thank you. Former NCR soldier, deserter, wanted for murder back in California, now bodyguard and hatchet man to druglords and other fiends alike. He’s got extensive training with firearms, but his main weapons of choice are a winning smile and a mean axe.
chameleondc:
“It happens.” DC’s shrug is awkward, lying on her side. “I mean, your job used to be mine.”
“Yes...” He gazes up at the ceiling. When the time comes that Broker decides she’s through with him, he doesn’t see himself end up as lucky as DC in a new position, though. No, his replacement will just slit his throat. That’s how it always goes. He knows too much. Can’t let him go. That’s what you get for loyalty. “... that ungrateful crone.”
chameleondc:
DC snorts, amused, and shuts her eye again. “What about you?”
He holds off on slurping obnoxiously. “Errands. The kind I’ve got people for, but no, had to be me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Broker’s contemplating having me replaced.”
chameleondc:
DC grumbles something incoherent but rather sarcastic into his chest before her eye cracks open again. “Paperwork. Book keeping. Poisoning the tea.”
He takes a long, slow, drawn out sip of his tea.
chameleondc:
“She’s easy to get ahold of.” DC’s tired voice is half-muffled by West’s shirt. “But probably any half-ass mechanic can rig something up.”
“Well, I don’t want it half-assed, do I?” He yawns and casts a glance at that tea she mentioned. He reaches for it. “What’ve you been doing all day, anyway?”
chameleondc:
“If it turns out to be six and I brought an offering of a book and tea for nothing, I’ll gut you.” Despite this threat, the gauntlet is abandoned off her belt, her coat following it to the floor. She climbs directly onto the couch and over West, wedging between him and the plush back. “Today’s been shit.”
He has a couple of hours still to sit out until a guy by the name of Anderson starts his shift at the City’s gate. A guy so deep in Broker’s pockets that West has taken to calling him Lint. As much as he dislikes the crooked shit, he has to acknowledge his uses. If you’re gonna put the fear of death in a couple of upper stand cockscombs, it’s best to do so when you can count on the guard swearing they never saw you.
“No shit. I forgot to ask that engineer to fix me up one of them electric heaters.”
chameleondc:
“No, I’m asking how long you’re going to be there.” DC sets the book and tea down on a side table near him. “Because I’d hate to get comfortable if you’re going to shove me onto the floor in the next five minutes.”
Well, she looks like hell. His eye drifts shut again.
“Not in the next five minutes.”
chameleondc replied to your post:
“Are you going to stay on the couch, husband-mine?” DC waits, the usual sweetness of her tone all but flatlined.
He opens one eye. “Am I in your seat?”
[DC slips into the snake room, balancing a mug of something hot on top of a book. It's late, and she looks demonstrably exhausted.] West, are you up for a while?
“Yeah.”
He’s draped across the couch outside Persephone’s cage, eyes closed. Just trying to catch a bit of rest.This whole day has been one dull, throbbing pain in the backside, shaking hands with the new security system and running errands across every part of town. A lot of legwork, a lot of headache, and little payout. And the day isn’t over yet. He’s got some debt collecting to do later tonight.
“I suspect I am.”
Also, WEST, I CHOOSE YOU!
West is a Liepard!
Type: Dark
Move set:
Fake Out
Sucker Punch
Facade
Payback
Liepard is loved for its beautiful form and well developed muscles (like West). Conversely, it’s also known as the Cruel Pokemon, and strikes quietly and without warning. They prefer to attack from behind, or faster than their opponent can react.
Do I get a kiss goodbye?
[He sighs, turns and, with his hands linked behind his back, he bends down and places an altogether courtly peck on the lips.]
Goodbye, dearest. Remember... [He affects a smile, laying it on thick.] Cakes.
It’s our party. We’re married.
Just get us our cakes. Meanwhile, I’ll be under our heat lamps.
I’ll alert Broker.
Or someone who will actually do what you tell them to do. But hey, it’s your party. Just get me my cakes, as promised.
Of course, dear heart. But if I’m getting you three cakes, you have to wear that sweater.
[He flashes one of his more embellished smiles.]
I wouldn’t have it any other way, my sweet. [He holds the paper against the wall and signs it ‘West.’] Someone else ought to be getting the cakes for us. That’s how it works.
[Hands out a pen and the paper. It just says ‘Marriage License’ at the top, a note about the snake and the heat lamps, and has two lines for names. DC has already flourished her name on the top line.]
Before I sign this, I need your word that we will have a total of three cakes, to wit a mutfruit cake, a carrot cake with cream on top, and a maple layer cake.
Wedding cake.
Give me a pen.
