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Post by cherry on Jul 12, 2009 18:20:03 GMT -5
Xander sighed. Xander was just naturally a helpful person. Growing up in Zationia had made him like that. Seeing so many people get hurt and die had made him want to help them. Seeing Gersemi fall and not get up...reminded him of how his parents were shot down. He had watched them die. he gulped and tried to wipe the image out of his head.
"Just take the zoomer. And let us never see or speech to each other again." Xander told her.
"Hey! That's my zoomer, Xander!" Daxter yelled. "You can't just-"
"Who bought you that zoomer?" Xander asked Daxter. "me, exactly." He said. "I'll buy you a new one." He whispered to Daxter. "Now let's go." He started to walk away.
Daxter crossed his arms and tapped his foot as Xander brushed past him. He huffed. He went over to the girl, jumped on the zoomer and looked down at her. "Listen, girly, you get to your job, do your job and bring it back to Tricker's Mechanic Garage tomorrow afternoon in the Kuneer Desert. Remember the name." He told her. He jumped down and started to walk away in a huff.
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Post by gersemi on Jul 16, 2009 20:58:21 GMT -5
Gersemi got on the zoomer and rode away. She thought of the man and the ottsel during the ride. She would return the bike, no matter what Xander said. She reached the small house where her contact stayed. He was a vampire, greasy and snarly but well mannered. He gave her an envelope containing a picture, a description, and the sum offered. It was some smuggler that pissed off a weapons dealer. The bounty was small but the job seemed easy enough. The vampire eyed her wounds, not with a hungry eye but one of disapproval. She could tell what he was thinking: Why was this beat up chick taking this job? Is the boss really that desperate?
After getting her instructions, she dressed her wounds. She wrapped her hand and knee, and popped a few pain pills in her mouth. She rested at the house on got up the next morning and headed out, towards the Kuneer desert, to return the zoomer.
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Post by cherry on Jul 16, 2009 23:24:24 GMT -5
Xander was working on a jet board at his workbench when he heard a zoomer's engine outside in the desert. He sighed and set down his tools. That better not be her, he told himself.
He shrugged and walked out to the garage door that was up. Wind brushed Xander's face and the heat came with it. He saw a zoomer shredding sand through the desert.
Daxter was up in his small room in the attic, reading a magazine when he heard a zoomer. He perked up as his ears snapped to attention. He quickly jumped down to the garage and ran by Xander's leg as he watched.
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Post by gersemi on Jul 16, 2009 23:40:23 GMT -5
Gersemi stopped the zoomer in front on the garage. She got off and stood in the desert sand. She wore wide sunglasses and she looked at the garage. They have quite the little operation going on here, she thought. She saw Xander and avoided eye contact. She remembered that he told her not to come back.
"I've returned the zoomer," she said, as if it weren't already apparent.
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Post by cherry on Jul 16, 2009 23:46:31 GMT -5
Xander rolled his eyes under his goggles. "What part of let's not see each other again, don't you understand?" He asked in a rough voice.
"That's more like it!" Daxter exclaimed. He started for the zoomer. He was quickly grabbed by something.
Xander grabbed Daxter by his fur and pulled him back. "Keep the zoomer." He said and turned round to walk away.
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Post by gersemi on Jul 16, 2009 23:58:39 GMT -5
"If I say going to return something, I'm gonna @%#$ing return it!" She shouted back. After a good night's sleep and a few pain pills, she was feeling pretty cocky again. She had her hair swept up in a high pony tail, and she had her gray jacket tied around her waist. She wore a tight black t-shirt on, and her gun was in it's holster again, this time loaded.
"Besides," she said stepping forward, "I got a favor to ask you."
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Post by cherry on Jul 17, 2009 6:24:09 GMT -5
Xander stopped when she said favor. He was a sucker to help people. And Daxter had beat her up pretty good the other day. He twisted on his heel. "A favor? And what might this 'favor' be?'" Xander asked, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it up.
Daxter escaped from Xander's grab and went over to examine his zoomer. It looked okay. He sat on the seat and watched Gersemi and Xander talk.
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Post by gersemi on Jul 17, 2009 9:00:26 GMT -5
Gersemi perked up more when she saw his cigarette. "First off," she said reaching into her pocket for a cigar, "You can give me a light."
She put the cigar between her teeth and smiled. Next she grabbed her bag and took out the envelope. She took out the picture of her prey and to show Xander and Daxter.
"Secondly, do you know this guy?"
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Post by cherry on Jul 17, 2009 14:09:08 GMT -5
Xander lit Gersemi's pipe for her and leaned back against the garage wall. Gersemi handed a picture over to him and asked him if he knew who he was. Xander touched the tip of the photo and looked at it closely. "No, I'm sorry, but I don't recognize him."
"Why? Is he a friend of yours or something?' Xander was automatically curious to find out.
Daxter jumped up on Xander's shoulder and looked at the picture. "No idea who he is, toots! Now move along." Daxter yelled.
"Daxter, shut the $&#@ up!" Xander yelled.
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Post by gersemi on Jul 17, 2009 22:18:08 GMT -5
Gersemi pointed a long finger threateningly at Daxter.
"Don't call me 'toots'," she said sternly, "And no, he isn't a friend of mine. I haven't even met him yet. he and I have business."
She took a long drag. She exhaled slowly, the high of the tabacco numbing her more pleasantly than the pills she took earlier. She was all bruised up, but being on the job again never felt so good. How proud her brother must be of her.
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Post by cherry on Jul 17, 2009 22:41:57 GMT -5
"Gosh, fine, Miss Whatever-Your-Name-Is-" Daxter started in a sarcastic tone.
"Daxter." Xander droned to get his attention. "Shut up. Go ride your zoomer or something. I don't really care right now." Xander rubbed his head in frustration.
"Fine, you two can continue your conversation then." Daxter jumped on his zoomer and sped off.
"Sorry bout him....he can get annoying." Xander walked into the shade of the garage and set down at the workbench. He continued to work on the jet board when he heard foot steps on the garage floor. "Aren't you going to leave now?' Xander asked, without turning around.
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Post by gersemi on Jul 17, 2009 22:52:32 GMT -5
"Well," Gersemi said gazing about the garage, "Walking everywhere has been getting pretty boring. I'm in teh market for a small zoomer or board."
She cast him a sideways glance, adding, "Don't worry, I'll ask nicely and even pay in cash."
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Post by cherry on Jul 17, 2009 22:57:24 GMT -5
Xander turned around and looked at her. "Ok, well...I don't have anymore for sale. Just sold the last one a few hours ago. I won't get anymore until next week. Well..." Xander wondered if she would say yes.
Xander could drive her to the Outlanders City, and just buy her a board. But...that would just be ridiculous. He looked at the board sitting on the table. It was broken and the owner didn't want it. Maybe he could just give her this one.
"...I could just give you this one. It's broken, but it won't take me long to fix." Xander pointed out. "Well, if you want it." Xander shrugged.
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Post by gersemi on Jul 17, 2009 23:15:47 GMT -5
Gersemi looked at the board. She was no expert at machinery, but she coud tell that this board was in sad shape.
"How much are you offering for it," she asked. If it was cheap, she would defintly take it off his hands.
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Post by cherry on Jul 17, 2009 23:20:27 GMT -5
"Umm..." Xander had to think of a quick price. "100 marks." He shrugged. He turned around and went back to work. The board's hover's were torn, but easily fixable.
Xander saw Gersemi standing and jerked his head to the side to a stool a few feet away form the work bench. "You can sit, if you like." He told her. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew a ring of smoke.
"So," Xander started. he thought it was kind to make short talk. "Are you from around here...in the Waste?" Xander asked.
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Post by gersemi on Jul 17, 2009 23:41:04 GMT -5
Gersemi sat, and tried to make her own smoke ring. It failed, but she smiled.
"I come from a small rock spirit tribe north west of here. It's far but still in the Wastes. What about you?"
Gersemi to another drag, and contemplated the price as they talked. 100 marks wasn't that bad. it was a good fraction of what most guns cost. She just might take the board.
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Post by cherry on Jul 17, 2009 23:48:47 GMT -5
"Oh, I was actually born in Zationia. My parents died in a raid when i was young and my sister and i were raised in a foster home." Xander stopped and blew a puff of smoke. "Then when I was older I got a job as a mechanic and opened up this shop. My work is in the Waste, but I live in Zationia." Xander told her.
"A rock tribe, huh? That explains the white quartz growing on your hand." He smiled. "So, what do you do? I'm guessing your some kind of mercenary." Xander guessed.
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Post by Vince on Jul 20, 2009 11:53:39 GMT -5
OOC: Cheers for waiting
Vince wandered through th town, a plank of wood under one arm (with 'anywhere' written on) and his rifle under the other. He was feeling rather pleased with himself, having managed to shift a truckload of hot weaponry in under three hours, having marginally more money than he usually had and no divine justice had yet been forthcoming. He was about toset up for some hitchhiking when he saw a garage. Feeling a pang of homesickness, he walked over, apparently ignoring the two relatively-humans inside and the small orange thing.
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Post by gersemi on Jul 20, 2009 15:28:34 GMT -5
Gersemi sighed, "Sometimes I'm a mercenary, but most of the time I'm a bounty hunter. Mercenary work is hard to do by oneself."
She eyed Xander for a moment. Although she was wounded and at a disadvantage at the time, he defeated her pretty easily. She could use someone like that.
"Say, you're a fighter. you could make a mint in the mercenary field. I've been looking for someone to team up with."
Just as she finished, she saw someone enter the garage. She did a bit of a double take when she him. She scrambled to find the photo. She raised it up and read the name below, "Vince O'Reilley". This was her lucky day.
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Post by cherry on Jul 22, 2009 18:37:56 GMT -5
Xander laughed. "Thanks for the offer. But I'm not into being a mercenary or a bounty hunter. If you need my help on a job, i might be able to help you....but at heart i'm a mechanic."
Daxter waited at the bottom of Xander's stool. He tapped his foot and played with his longs ears when he saw a man walk in and completely ignore them. "Hey, man, whatta ya want? We're running a business here!"
Xander heard Gersemi and Daxter he turned around and saw a man in his garage. He puffed a smoke ring. "Hey, who the hell are you?" He asked.
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