Kade's first response was to point out, "I dun' got a fuckin' problem, asshole! I didn' ask fer ye ta show up here, tellin' me I talk too much, so dun' bring it up like yer some fuckin' authority on who tha fuck gets ta talk!" After this quip, she was more than happy to just sit there in the dark, her cigarette being smoked despite the dangers that lurked beyond their pow wow in the auto-parts store. Kade didn't seek company typically, and with this stranger speaking so candidly, the woman was left to wonder whether there was some ulterior motive to his lecturing. Blues hues shielded by shadows narrowed, her assessment of the other being present was limited by the vague movements he made in the evening dim. If he was trying to make a point to Kade in this way, it was lost on the woman, given she was nothing particularly special. Just a human, unused to unlit conditions as most humans tended to be.
Finally, when it seemed the other person in the room was done rambling, the coated femme answered as directly as one could without actually being direct. "Look, boyo, I dun' give a shit. Tha' dog ain' gonna get up tha damn stairs to us because he ain' gonna have a chance ta get through the door." Kade paused, her lips popping before she chewed on the bottom most one. "Unless ye left it fuckin' open- didja live in a fuckin' barn in a past life, 'r somethin'? Fuck, I use'ta think dim boys were so cute, but if ye are as concerned as ye seem ta be, there's a reason. So, is the door open? Hm?"
Kade cleared her throat before a sharp hiss escaped the woman. Rising from the position she had been sleeping in, her immediate action was to rub her knee caps and kick her legs, cursing under her breath as blood returned to the appendages. Sore as she was, she limbered up quickly, and with a bent over display flashed towards Vale, Kade snagged her backpack out from under the desk she had used as makeshift shelter. Slipping out of her parka, the jacket was folded and finagled with until it could be crammed into the travel bag, leaving the woman's toned arms and scar covered shoulders in open view. Tugging down her tank top so it laid flat, the scarf returned to cover the old injuries, wrapped around a throat few were given a chance to see.
Goggles remained firmly seated around waves of golden locks crimped from her living conditions. "Tell ya what, stranger- I'll let ye kick my ass if we don't get outta here." Sucking hard at the sealed end of her cigarette, Kade expelled her amusement with a chime of laughter escaping amid the smoke. "Otherwise, yer thinkin' too much ov my ass when ye don't even know my name. Shame on you sorts, so fuckin' rude when yer tryin' ta impress a woman. First stormin' inta her campsite, then talkin' about how much ye know about the wild things roamin'. Like I ain' been here too..." Shaking her head with an almost disappointed sigh, her footsteps crossed feather light over the warped flooring of the upper level. "An' ye know, it ain' evil. Just a goddamn mutant like half tha' shit in this dustbowl. Don't tell me- yer one of those preach-y types?"
"I ain' gonna listen ta ye goin' on abou' sinnin' if ya are. I'll sin all I goddamn want."
This thought earned Vale a squint through the dark, her focal point the figure with arrow in hand. "Alright, I'm gon' get us outta this. Us because ye showed up, otherwise it'd be jus' me, an' that has been the case fer as long as I care ta remember." Kade didn't like people who were uncomfortable talking, and figured that stoic attribute made it easier to spot the real sickos living in the wastes. Silent types didn't bode well with the nomadic female. Most of them had done nothing good, and of all the experiences she regretted, most seemed tied to a secretive soldier archetype who was really good at worming their way into her bed. Her grimace was directed at Vale, even if it wasn't meant for him specifically. Not yet anyway.
"Mm. Ye don't smoke, an' ye got a bow ye made yerself? I dunno if I wanna risk my life with ye..." Slipping away into the shadows, the sound of rummaging was realized through metal clanks and shuffling, though Kade reappeared within a moment or two carrying a clear bottle with it's label half peeled off. "So, ye ever hang with those slavs that roam in the junction? They got this alchemy shop they set up, eh? Not real alchemy- no magic or fuckin' gold or whatever, but they're hopped on chems an' they think they're fuckin' wizards. Anyway, so they got that little shop of theirs, an' one time I got to talkin' ta Hugo, an' he told me somethin' about a lot of tha stuff they were cookin'. Hugo said that most ov them were volatile, and with a match an' some testicular fortitude, ye could blow up a whole city block."
The expression she wore didn't seem to fit her next series of words, though for the most part, her science was correct. "So, I'm gonna blow that fuckin' dog up. First I was gonna stomp 'im, but ye seem ta think i'm some sorta flower 'r somethin', so I'll put yer mind at ease." Shrugging, Kade sashayed over the the window above where the beast roamed, and unceremoniously dropped the bottle towards the narrow passageway below them. The shattering of glass brought upon a vicious snarl from beast, and it charged the intruding splash of ethoxyethane with a rage unknown to most creatures. "Ye see, stranger, I ain' new ta this place." The last of her cigarette was cast out the window next, left to follow the ether down until it met the substance. A whoosh erupted through the alleyway, the ragged sounds of yelping compounded with a noise best associated with pulling duct tape free from it's roll.
The yelp distanced itself from the building, trailing a fiery silhouette off towards the heart of the town, and away from the two in their current location. "Now, if ye don' mind, I need ta get outta here before someone else notices I got rockin' tits an' all my teeth."
Finally, when it seemed the other person in the room was done rambling, the coated femme answered as directly as one could without actually being direct. "Look, boyo, I dun' give a shit. Tha' dog ain' gonna get up tha damn stairs to us because he ain' gonna have a chance ta get through the door." Kade paused, her lips popping before she chewed on the bottom most one. "Unless ye left it fuckin' open- didja live in a fuckin' barn in a past life, 'r somethin'? Fuck, I use'ta think dim boys were so cute, but if ye are as concerned as ye seem ta be, there's a reason. So, is the door open? Hm?"
Kade cleared her throat before a sharp hiss escaped the woman. Rising from the position she had been sleeping in, her immediate action was to rub her knee caps and kick her legs, cursing under her breath as blood returned to the appendages. Sore as she was, she limbered up quickly, and with a bent over display flashed towards Vale, Kade snagged her backpack out from under the desk she had used as makeshift shelter. Slipping out of her parka, the jacket was folded and finagled with until it could be crammed into the travel bag, leaving the woman's toned arms and scar covered shoulders in open view. Tugging down her tank top so it laid flat, the scarf returned to cover the old injuries, wrapped around a throat few were given a chance to see.
Goggles remained firmly seated around waves of golden locks crimped from her living conditions. "Tell ya what, stranger- I'll let ye kick my ass if we don't get outta here." Sucking hard at the sealed end of her cigarette, Kade expelled her amusement with a chime of laughter escaping amid the smoke. "Otherwise, yer thinkin' too much ov my ass when ye don't even know my name. Shame on you sorts, so fuckin' rude when yer tryin' ta impress a woman. First stormin' inta her campsite, then talkin' about how much ye know about the wild things roamin'. Like I ain' been here too..." Shaking her head with an almost disappointed sigh, her footsteps crossed feather light over the warped flooring of the upper level. "An' ye know, it ain' evil. Just a goddamn mutant like half tha' shit in this dustbowl. Don't tell me- yer one of those preach-y types?"
"I ain' gonna listen ta ye goin' on abou' sinnin' if ya are. I'll sin all I goddamn want."
This thought earned Vale a squint through the dark, her focal point the figure with arrow in hand. "Alright, I'm gon' get us outta this. Us because ye showed up, otherwise it'd be jus' me, an' that has been the case fer as long as I care ta remember." Kade didn't like people who were uncomfortable talking, and figured that stoic attribute made it easier to spot the real sickos living in the wastes. Silent types didn't bode well with the nomadic female. Most of them had done nothing good, and of all the experiences she regretted, most seemed tied to a secretive soldier archetype who was really good at worming their way into her bed. Her grimace was directed at Vale, even if it wasn't meant for him specifically. Not yet anyway.
"Mm. Ye don't smoke, an' ye got a bow ye made yerself? I dunno if I wanna risk my life with ye..." Slipping away into the shadows, the sound of rummaging was realized through metal clanks and shuffling, though Kade reappeared within a moment or two carrying a clear bottle with it's label half peeled off. "So, ye ever hang with those slavs that roam in the junction? They got this alchemy shop they set up, eh? Not real alchemy- no magic or fuckin' gold or whatever, but they're hopped on chems an' they think they're fuckin' wizards. Anyway, so they got that little shop of theirs, an' one time I got to talkin' ta Hugo, an' he told me somethin' about a lot of tha stuff they were cookin'. Hugo said that most ov them were volatile, and with a match an' some testicular fortitude, ye could blow up a whole city block."
The expression she wore didn't seem to fit her next series of words, though for the most part, her science was correct. "So, I'm gonna blow that fuckin' dog up. First I was gonna stomp 'im, but ye seem ta think i'm some sorta flower 'r somethin', so I'll put yer mind at ease." Shrugging, Kade sashayed over the the window above where the beast roamed, and unceremoniously dropped the bottle towards the narrow passageway below them. The shattering of glass brought upon a vicious snarl from beast, and it charged the intruding splash of ethoxyethane with a rage unknown to most creatures. "Ye see, stranger, I ain' new ta this place." The last of her cigarette was cast out the window next, left to follow the ether down until it met the substance. A whoosh erupted through the alleyway, the ragged sounds of yelping compounded with a noise best associated with pulling duct tape free from it's roll.
The yelp distanced itself from the building, trailing a fiery silhouette off towards the heart of the town, and away from the two in their current location. "Now, if ye don' mind, I need ta get outta here before someone else notices I got rockin' tits an' all my teeth."
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