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Vash followed closely behind with his hand in hers. He followed her orders though he wanted to see just how far back they were. Ignoring the desire he kept his eyes forward scanning the crowd before them. The Sun was warm on his painted torso with the only protection being the bandanna around his neck.

“It is something in there. Many war boys running around and big machines. Plants too. They have plants that grow to eat in large amounts.” Vash shook his head.

“All of it just up there waiting to be taken.” Vash lived off of stealing and selling and the citadel was in his eyes a giant treasure chest waiting to be cracked open.

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It took Vash a moment to remember what the term meant before he considered the offer. The buzzard nodded.

“If you get water and bring over I have the canteen to hold some. Then you can have the lizards.” Vash debated various ways to take this trade. The war boy was certainly fit and seemed ready to fight given even half a chance. It wasn’t worth the risk to fight him unprovoked, but if the war boy chose to surprise him he lost any advantage at all.

“If you weren’t the kamicrazy war boy I would offer warmth of fire, for price of course, but I am afraid that your and my kinds are not having the best history.” Vash felt like addressing their opposing loyalties lowered the tension or at least warned the boy that he in no means trusted him.

In the Wastes (Close w/ Nuxtheuncrackable

Trade? Nux had tensed up as the Buzzard had reached into his coat, but relaxed again, marginally, when it was just lizards his hand returned with. 

He hadn’t considered a trade. Seemed fair enough. And he could always beat the man to death once he had eaten his fill and take back whatever it was he had offered to honor their current truce. He pursed his lips, thinking. 

“Aqua Cola,” He finally murmured, “Got a whole jug of it in the back,” He nodded his head toward where he had parked his vehicle, still keeping a good strong grip on his make-shift weapon.

Alright, so maybe he couldn’t exactly get the water back if he gave him some, but it had been a long afternoon and even from here the smell of burnt lizards made his insides twist in anticipation. 

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Vash noticed Ivakir’s motion and continued walking. He was glad she was happy to see him. It had been a long time since he’d heard ‘it’s you’ in a positive light.

“Normally no. Thought if I made self into war boy and got myself in I could get valuable items. As you can see this plan went sour.” Vash walked with her pulling a rag from his pocket to try and get some of the white paint off himself.

“Ended up getting taken to some man with many needles and blades. War boy had noticed I didn’t have any growths like a ‘half-life’ and forced me up to him. Couldn’t have them find out I’m full functioning for having children.” Vash shuddered. “I saw what they do to such people up there. It is not good. So I bolted and they took that as reason to catch me.”

A Face in the Crowd (Closed with Ivakir)

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ivakir:

Iv was here for business. And what business she might have  in this god damn place? Oh, right. Stealing and trade. But first wasn’t so good idea, as the Citadel was always well guarded. So she just decided to trade, hoping to get something from this. She was looking for a good place to lay out her goods, until someone ran into her. The blow was so strong and unexpected, that she even settled on the ground. - Ah, - she rubbed her lower back. - My friend, the stars or the sun clouded your eyes..? - Iv said, getting up and dusting herself off. She hoped that her goods, which were in her backpack, were not crushed after such fail. Glancing at the one, who dare to push her, Ivakir’s eyes narrowed. The person was obviously familiar, and that’s was strange. - It seems to me that the sun also clouded my eyes, or I… met you somewhere? - Iv asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Sorry. In a hurry and did not mean to knock you down.” Vash was momentarily confused by her only slight recognition of him, but then he remembered the disguise and that they’s only had firelight when they met.. He got back onto his feet and reached out a hand to help her up.

“Vash. You came to my fire. You said your name is Ivakir, yes?” Vash truly didn’t have the time to be making pleasantries, with war boys scrambling to find him, but it was possible she could help him. His eyes scanned through the crowd make sure he was still unnoticed.

A Face in the Crowd (Closed with Ivakir)

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Into the Lion’s Maw (closed with Shiny-warboy)

Vash treaded carefully in the river of warboys. He’d just managed to get fully into the Citadel and was focused less on looting the place for all it was worth and all he could hold and more focused on trying to blend in. His eyes scanned around as he tried walking with the flow of traffic. A war boy with a nice set of tools hooked onto his belt caught his attention and he set to following him in hope of stealing the set. In his distraction he neglected to pay attention to his own path and bumped into someone.

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warladyjunior:

Milkweed has ventured out of her room and down a few corridors in search of fresh produce from the gardens, anxious to be able to make a dinner that would soothe both her upset stomach and a cranky Scraplet. She’s surprised to spot a War Boy up this high, and not even one who appeared to be on an assignment for her father or for an Imperator. She goes up to him, cornering him against a wall. “What’re you doin’ up here?”

He was caught off guard when the girl cornered him. This was bad this was very bad. He needed to think of something quick to ease her suspicion.

“Uhh, message. I’m here to give message.” He tried his best to lessen his Russian accent. That was something at least. Not best lie but it’d have to do now. What was the message though? He was far to high in the rock spires to make an easy or quick escape especially with this girl blocking him currently. He remembered seeing people hung up for blood.

“Three new blood givers. Also, there is shortage on the boom sticks.” Hopefully that was close enough to a message that would be delivered this high up.

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A Face in the Crowd (Closed with Ivakir)

Vash tried to wade calmly and quickly through the crowd of wretched and warboys. He needed to be out of there right now as most of the war boys in the crowd were looking for him. He’d slipped into their ranks as a means of stealing supplies, but he’d been caught. Luckily the disguise had bought him a small amount of time in escaping. Just as Vash turned to sink further into the mass of faces he crashed into a familiar one and tumbled to the ground. Shaking off the dirt to try he saw the girl that had came up to the fire, Ivakir.

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this will give people who have to drive (ie. me and the rest of the non Dallas folks) time to get into town hopefully without having to wake up at an ungodly hour!

If you have any questions my ask box is open! Hope to see y’all there! :D

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A Bird of a Different Feather

Vash did his best to blend in with the droves of war boys walking around in the Citadel. He’d nicked some pants off a war boy that had died and managed to trade around for some white paint. He also went without a shirt despite his breasts assuming that if there were females in their rank it likely wasn’t a change in wardrobe. It had been a long time since his face was exposed to anyone and even long since anything else. He tried not to be to visibly uncomfortable though.

The buzzard had managed to avoid too much attention during the time he’d worked his way up a couple of the levels. Vash had even managed to steal a few smaller things like tools that’d make for good trading in the wastes, but for the time being had to sit tight in his pockets. If there was one thing the war boy attire was good for it was carrying stuff.

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So I got an idea and am curious if anyone in particular might like to rp it with me

I want to be able to interact more with people in the citadel like the wives or warboys and things like that which generally are more challenging to rp with since Vash is a buzzard. I got the idea of Vash maybe disguising himself as a war boy and sneaking around the citadel in order to steal things. This could lead to all sorts of things like Vash getting in fights, getting caught stealing, being put to work with no idea what he’s doing, etc. Darker theme ideas are mentioned under the cut. If anything like that makes you uncomfortable to not read more.

Also, since I like dark themes Vash is a full-life person with a female body and I’m not shy of gore or sexual stuff. This could mean rejection, abuse, being captured to take to the Immortan, being captured and taken to the organic, or any other things.

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mynameismilkthemusclegirl:

The little twitch he does makes her nervous, but she ignores for the moment to focus on the trade. “Got any water?” She inquire, standing up straight to showcase her impressive 5′3 height. Shes trying to seem confident but Its hard to look intimidating when you’re short. At least she had her muscles.

“A small amount I can share yes.” A realization came to the buzzard. If he could manage to steal it and get away that jerky could feed him for a nice enough amount of time. Any time he didn’t have to waste hunting was time that could be spent scrapping. His fingers stopped twitching. How to pull it off though.

“I will get it from car.” Vash took a step forward before quickly ducking down and flinging sand up at the girl’s face. It was a cheap trick, but if it meant free things there was no such thing as cheap. The buzzard scrampled to grab the bag and try to scoop whatever else he could reach into his arms.

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ooc

Sorry I’ve become more ooc posts than ic posts. I have a lot of family drama happening right now and so I wanted to apologize for my lack of replies and also say that for the moment I will not be able to get to things much if at all. It should settle down soon I just don’t want y’all to think I fell off the earth or anything. Sorry about all this friends.

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mynameismilkthemusclegirl:

“I’m aware.” She assures him and unlatches the back door. Finally, she gathers up what she needs and nears his hood. “Can I set this ‘ere?” 

“There is fine yes.” Vash started eyeing the wares as she approached. His fingers fidgeted at his side as he mentally calculated what he would offer for each item. Growing up in a community of impatient scrappers and traders let him count costs quickly.

“I would like 3 furs and however much jerky a wrench and a small piece of leather will get. What you want for the fur?”

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ivakir:

Ivakir some time was silent. Sometimes she missed for socializing, but she was too scared to trust anyone. Once she did, and had almost paid for it with her life. She put her hand on the left eye. Unpleasant memories always haunted her. - Well, now I can tell, that I like to talk with you, - she laughed and then yawned and stretched. - It seems that Morpheus had just kissed me on the forehead and wished to send me to the land of dreams. See you in the morning, Vash, - Iv said, wrapping up in a blanket and closing her eyes.

Vash’s brow furrowed as he noticed her touching her eye. Certainly she was remembering something less than pleasant and he could understand. He had plenty of scars on his body from friends and foes alike. His eyes looked momentarily at his arm. Hearing she liked talking to him was nice. Vash stood as Iv wrapped into the blanket.

“You are good to talk with as well. Goodnight, Ivakir.” The buzzard grabbed the roasted dog and hauled it into the car with him. He put it into the back of his car before crawling into the back himself and curling into a blanket.

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sorry for taking so long with replies. My dad’s wife and her kids is moving in so I’m having to help set up the house and unpack. I promise I’ll get replies posted tomorrow though. Sorry for the inconvenience!

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nuxtheuncrackable:

The War Boy flinched, of course, but at least seemed to be considering the situation. The fact he hadn’t fired any weapons of his own spoke volumes of their own, but ones he chose not to think about.  “Fair… yes,” He ventured warily, standing his ground by the fire pit, but carefully raised the tire-iron upward to match the motion of the Buzzard’s blade. 

Vash stepped away from the car and pocketed the key. The door remained open in case a quick escape was needed. This whole situation was a tense one, but for the moment they had a deal. He slowly reached into the coat pocket where he’d stuffed the lizards.

“Reaching in for food. Not weapon.” Vash assured before slowly pulling out a handful of roasted lizards. There were five of the crispy morsels, most of which were varying levels of burnt.

“This is what I have cooked already. Is also my offer. What you have to make this worth my time to trade?” The buzzard spoke with his cocky trading voice.

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ivakir:

- Yes, sometimes loneliness eats me, sometimes I need someone at least for a moment, who will listen to me, - Iv smiled. - But usually I talk to… inanimate objects, - she laughed. She did not think it was strange. This odd trait, when she gave inanimate objects a soul, began to show after she left tribe. However Ivakir was sick. Only sick people, who fell victim to their own delusions and loneliness, talk to inanimate. Iv believed that talks were medicine from the madness. She just didn’t want to completely lose the human form. - Once, I was silent for a week, but then I was so scared that I will forget how to speak, so I found my friend, - she pointed to a staff, that was next to her. - My best friend. Always helps me.

Vash tilted his head. He guessed he could relate to talking to inanimate objects. He’d ranted plenty of times to his car and even named the spiky beast дикобраз. Sometimes things were easier to open up to than people.

“This I understand. I think maybe talking to things is common in wastes. More things than people and things have no mouths. People are not good to trust out here, but things can not betray.”