war never changes, except when it has

[old_sun]

Hhn... Could have sworn you thought about doing this months ago...

Guess now's a good a time as any. [ Takes off his hat, leaning back and folding his legs, lighting up a cigarette. ]

So what's your big plan anyway? You already have another version of me kicking around... He's being kept busy, but me? I'm a mercenary... I need clients, need work. I don't care what it is... As long as I've got caps to send home.

[ Or if it's the Legion because HEEEEY he kinda hates those guys. ]

But you don't have any caps for me... Guess the experience will be worth something. [ Exhales. ]

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[6s_wild]

[Interesting concept you have here.]

It's not everyday I say this, but you smell familiar.

...

Guess you need a bath.

[old_sun]

[ Still heavily a work in progress!


Snake coughs and glares irritably at her. ]

Smell familiar?

[6s_wild]

Bitterness. Bitterness and booze.

[Her grin is so wide it's almost painful. But the smile drop and becomes much more slow and cautious. The eyes of a trained surveyor, keenly measuring the sight before her.]

And the sun-scorched sands where the mutfruit and agave grow.

[old_sun]

[ His eyes narrow at her. Ahh, now he gets it. David leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, that cigarette still between his lips. ]

Hnn. The Mojave... You, too?

[6s_wild]

[Her smile is back. Oh how much she loves it when she's right.]

Mmm... hmm... nope. Never heard of it.

[old_sun]

[ Takes a drag before exhaling away from her. ]

Come on... The people up in the Capital Wasteland sure as hell don't know about mutfruit or agave... They've only got the booze and bitterness part down.

[6s_wild]

[That raises her eyebrows.]

...you've been to the Capital Wasteland? I had only heard stories.

[old_sun]

Yeah... Used to live up there for a while.

[ That was before he joined the NCR... and even longer before he quit it. ]

[6s_wild]

The stories I hear makes you wish for miles and miles of nothing and nobody. So maybe that's why you came out in the first place.

[It also means, more than likely, that he stumbled across a certain tribe in Arizona and Colorado....]

[old_sun]

It's a long story regardless... Not one I'm in the mood to tell anyway.

[ Smirks a bit, tilting his head at her. ] So what's yours?

[6s_wild]

Well, I've got the time. And the booze. But if a little liquid persuasion ain't enough I will pay it no mind.

My story is a long one too. And not very interesting. It would seem death and I have a love-hate relationship that I just don't know how to quit.

Which is why I keep the beer handy.

[old_sun]

[ Nods his head absently, taking the cigarette from his lips and eyeing it. ]

Hnn... I get you there. I don't drink as much anymore, though... I need my wits on the job. [ Not to mention being drunk around a kid isn't the best style of parenting. ]

[6s_wild]

I'll save my wits when I'm old.

[Implied: like you.]

[old_sun]

[ ... Grumbles... ]

If you live to be.

[6s_wild]

It's all I can hope for.

[old_sun]

Don't hope. Just live.

[6s_wild]

...

Two shots. To the head. [Points.]

[Then her fingers go down to a healing scar across her neck.] An explosion collar.

[Toward her chest.] Unnecessary surgery.

[Then she points throughout her body.] Gunshot wound. Gunshot wound. Shrapnel. Dog bite. Nightkin ambush. Abomination bite. Abomination bite. ... Night Stalker bite. Those'll take you out for a week.

Yeah, hoping is the right word.

[old_sun]

[ David can't help but smile at her, lifting the cigarette to his lips again. ]

Not sure hope and booze mix well together, kid. [ He's been through hell himself, but he's not about to exchange scar-stories. ]

[6s_wild]

Is that a sermon, old man?

[She kids. But it's funny how much the old people want to help the new people with those monologues.]

[old_sun]

More like experience.

[ Of course, Snake was only in his 40's, but some kind of disease (as far as he knew) was making him look like an old man. It figured that nothing in the Wasteland could kill him... Just his own body. ]

You learn that being hungover every day doesn't really have any perks, especially when Deathclaws and Raiders come after you.

[6s_wild]

Mmm... I don't drink to forget.

[She smiles, remembering an old friend.]

The things that I've done are worth remembering. But when that lonesome road gets cold and all I have are my memories, it's nice to know that Old Royale is there to keep me warm.

[old_sun]

Hn...

Well, I can't say that sounds too bad.

[6s_wild]

And it helps making new good memories.

[As though to prove her point, she pulls out a bottle of scotch to share between the two of them.]

[old_sun]

[ When he catches sight of the bottle, his eyebrows raise, though you could only tell from the way his hat lifts somewhat. ]

Hnn... You just needed an excuse to crack that open, huh?

[6s_wild]

[6 just shrugged and returned the bottle back into her bag.]

[old_sun]

[ gives a growlish chuckle. ]

[6s_wild]

Saves it for another day, anyway.

[old_sun]

Good way to look at it.

this entire convo is actually just grunting and smoking

[thumbsdown]

Guess experiences are always worth something, so long as you're not already hard up on caps.

[Unless you want to add starvation to your list of experiences, in which case go ahead.]

yeah basically

[old_sun]

My situation will be fine for a while... [ And by situation he means Hal and Sunny. ]

From what I've heard about this place, things don't really work the way you're used to.