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*nervously sweating about his full name*

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A hearty laugh escaped Ken at the mention of explosions being normal for greeting people. “You’re right there. It ain’t Pandora if there ain’t any ‘splosions.”

The comment on entering the town make Ken think, a hand thoughtfully rubbing his stubble. As far as he could see, this lady wouldn’t cause any trouble or wasn’t a scout for bandits. He thought for a little longer before coming to a decision.

“Well it’s your lucky day, ma’am. It’s not often you catch the sheriff of this town on top of the wall these days. Gimme a sec ‘n I’ll let ya in.”

For a brief moment, he disappeared off the top of the wall, hastily jogging down the nearby steps before pushing the button to open the gate. The sound of an engine toiling could be heard as the gate was lifted, the sheriff standing there waiting in greeting.

“Welcome to Crimebeck, ma’am.”

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It had been a slow day in Crimebeck.

Standing atop part of the wall that surrounded the town, Ken peered at the ramshackle bandit camp that had started to build up, idly tossing the grenade in his hand up in the air and catching it. He looked between the explosive and the camp a few times before shrugging to himself. Might as well deal with one problem at least.

Carefully hooking the claw of his prosthesis into the ring of the pin, he double checked that his own custom grenade mod was all set before pulling the pin out and casually throwing the grenade towards the camp. He settled down on the sun lounger he had set up, kicking his feet up as he kept an eye on the camp, quietly counting down to himself.

The boom resonated through his chest as a spout of fire erupted from the bandit camp. Various sharps of hot shrapnel shot up into the air before seemingly freezing in place before they started to violently shake, the shaking coming to a climax as they shot back towards where the explosion had happened. A satisfied hum left Ken as he saw the bandits scattering when his eye caught sight of bright pink hair heading towards the wall. Standing, he brushed some dust off of his hat before stepping towards the edge and calling down to them.

“Howdy there! Hope that explosion didn’t put ya off this place. Just dealin’ with some trouble makers that’ve been hangin’ about out there.”

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“Whatever you choose, just gimme a holler. I can keep the place empty for a reasonable amount of time so don’t worry about time for your decision.”

“I should figure out what to do now with my shop gone…I got to replace my tools too if I want to keep helping the raiders.” 

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“There’s always a spot in my town if ya want to set up a shop here. Pretty sure it can be renovated to have a target range too.”

“I should figure out what to do now with my shop gone…I got to replace my tools too if I want to keep helping the raiders.” 

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"I wouldn't count on yer little town stayin' safe, just sayin'. This shit is spreading too much to escape."

“That’s what I’m fearin’. As remote as this town is, this cult seems to be gettin’ everywhere.”

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“Y’know, I’m startin’ to worry my lil’ town ain’t gonna be safe from those cult guys. I don’t want no trouble but there’ll be hell to pay if any of y’all hurt my town.”

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“Beats me...” Ken closed the door behind himself before watching the barman. “The towels’re up in the cupboard to the left.”

Shaking his head a little, he shuffled over to his kitchen and started making himself some coffee. Looks like he wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight.

“Hey, quick question... how’d you find my place?”

((red-revolver)) "What are you doin' here?" The Sheriff was rubbing his eye as he stood there in his pyjamas, a slight frown on his features.

August was stood sheepishly on the Sheriff’s doorstep, cradling a tiny bird in his arms.

“VOX WASN’T HOME AND YOU WERE THE CLOSEST PERSON.”

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Ken blinked slowly as he processed what was happening before taking a step to the side and gesturing inside. 

“Come on in. Not sure how to look after a lil’ bird - definitely more of Vox’s thing - but you can make y’self comfortable.”

((red-revolver)) "What are you doin' here?" The Sheriff was rubbing his eye as he stood there in his pyjamas, a slight frown on his features.

August was stood sheepishly on the Sheriff’s doorstep, cradling a tiny bird in his arms.

“VOX WASN’T HOME AND YOU WERE THE CLOSEST PERSON.”

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“Well howdy, sheriff. Nice of ya to visit this lil’ ol’ town. Hope ya didn’t bring any trouble with ya.”

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A quiet chuckle left him. “I wouldn’t even know what colour to go for. There’s so many out there ‘n I must admit, I’m kinda nervous about the whole bleachin’ part of hair dyin’.”

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“I guess ya get this a lot but I love your hair colour. ‘S nice blue; kinda like the sky just before it goes black for the night.”

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Ken shrugged a little, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Just takin’ a break from my town for a lil’ while. Shit’s been goin’ down the chute lately. Bandits gettin’ a lil’ too close for comfort ‘n tryin’ to set up camps on my doorstep pretty much.”

He looked around the area, eyes drifting towards the roof of the huge cavern this city was in. “How do y’all live here without seein’ the sun? I mean, as hot as it can get in town, I think I’d go damn near insane without seein’ it at least a few times a week.”

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Ken had decided to take a small break from his town, the whole business of bandits getting closer wearing on his nerves. He stood outside The Purple Skag, having not entered yet as he lit up a cigarette. Normally, he’d much prefer a cigar but he was only after a quick smoke, not a nice smoking session with a good cigar.

Flicking his lighter close, he soon blew out a puff of smoke, the sheriff keeping an eye out for anyone who’d potentially want to cause trouble with him. The sound of the door next to him opening made him glance over, noticing a mop of blonde hair and the cigarette the other man had. He watched as the other tried to light a cigarette and when it became obvious his lighter was out of fuel, he offered his own.

“Here. You can use mine to light up.”

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A quiet “huh...” left him. “Didn’t know all of that. Mind you, don’t know much ‘bout hair dyin’ and all that since I can’t see the colour of many anyway. Also, I have a feelin’ tryin’ to dye this curly mess would be quite a task.”

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“I guess ya get this a lot but I love your hair colour. ‘S nice blue; kinda like the sky just before it goes black for the night.”

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The scuffle at the bar had started off as something small; one man cheating at a card game and getting verbally chewed out. However - as things seemed to go on Pandora - fists were soon thrown along with various pieces of bar furniture. No one paid any attention to the barkeep as he hurried to a back room, already on his ECHO and contacting the sheriff as the fight raged on.

The doors to the bar swung open, revealing a silhouette standing in the doorway. People paused before a few pulled out weapons, all of their attention turning to the newcomer. There was a glint of red before several shots rang out, several people dropping their weapons in pain as they cradled their hands, the figure striding into the room.

“I don’t know what the fuck y’all think you’re doin’,” Ken said, voice dangerously low, “but I want y’all out of here ‘n if I catch wind of any of y’all pullin’ this kinda shit again... I ain’t gonna be aimin’ for your hands.” When no one moved, Ken scowled. “Git.”

People scrambled for the door as Ken took a seat at the bar, the sound of footsteps dying down when a single pair seemed to head for the sheriff. Ken glanced to his left as someone sat at the bar beside him, his shoulders soon drooping a little when he saw a familiar.

“Oh... you again. Whatcha want?”