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"You’re not Aperture made, are you?"

IMNOTBADIMJUSTCODEDTHATWAY started following SONUVAGLITCH

sonuvaglitch:

"Oh FRAG no. No no no, Mother of Flynn no. Recycle bin no. I do NOT do viruses. Never did, come to think of it."

"I’m sorry, do I know you?" Vira glanced him over, taking in the green circuits with a smooth glance. “Ah, you’re one of the ISO punks. Well, darling, I hope you have more than that to you.”

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"Although, I muse say it’s nice to be recognized. What gave me away, hmm?" the line is pure nonsense, as she’s freely trailing infection from her every footstep, but she bats her eyelashes anyway.

littlebearwithinthebull:

imnotbadimjustcodedthatway:

Vir cocked his head to the side with a playful smirk. Faked, cara? You wound me. I’m not such a monster I can’t feel sympathy.” His eyes flickered over Ursula’s figure, not looking at her but watching for tells, for the ways she’d give her next move away.

“I wasn’t thinking of fashion,” he answered honestly, glancing down and giving Ursula a careless shrug. “I was wondering if steel-toed boots would be enough to break that thick head of yours.” He looked up from under her lashes at the woman, reading the tells with the sort of care that came from years of practice, not that she was subtle. “Care to fi-“

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Naturally, she had taken the opening to go for his face, and even though Vir dodged back, Ursula caught his jaw. It was a glancing blow, but with this woman, that meant he’d be bruised for a week. He grinned and darted forward, his fist going for her stomach, trying to at least make her hesitate.

“I think I prefer getting kisses from your lips, darling.”

The game was on!

Her face twists up in displeasure when she realizes he dodged just in time to avoid the brute force of her punch. However, she knew that she managed to clip his jaw just enough to leave a mark. Chances are he was going to have hell of a time biting and chewing for awhile because she put enough power in that to make even the weakest hit very painful.

Just as she pulled back he was lunging at her, his fist going straight for her gut. Ursula attempts to move to the side, throwing her own punch in the process. She feels his fist connect with her side as her own continues to sail towards his shoulder.

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Sucking in a breath to pull air back after it had just been knocked out of her, Ursula swears in irritation before she spat, “I don’t give a fuck about what you prefer! My knuckles are all you’re gonna get to kiss you fucking dumbass,” because she sure as hell didn’t swing that way.

Her fist connected with his shoulder, of course it did, and but he rolled with it, not trying to be proud and take it. He’d learned long ago Ursula could probably rip him lib from limb is she wanted; he wasn’t going to win a straight fight.

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After a moment, the humor dropped from his face and he gave her a serious look. "If I can fight you to a standstill, can I get a kiss?" He grinned coyly. "I mean, there has to be a first time for everything, cara, doesn’t there? Me, beating you, and you kissing a man." He chuckled, his left fist going for her neck. "C’mon, sweetheart, take a gamble!"

littlebearwithinthebull:

imnotbadimjustcodedthatway:

"Oh, your desert. Very nice.” Vir chuckled, before assuming a mocking pout, putting a hand over his heart. "Oh, cara, you wound me to the very core."

He paused, then raised an eyebrow. "I always love to fight, you know that, but are you sure your rib has healed from the last time?" There was a mocking glint to his eye. "I’d hate to fracture it worse."

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Despite his protests, his feet had already shifted into a combat ready stance, and blood was surging with excitement. Although Vir had bigger concerns, he found himself entranced by the blonde woman - her manner had always fascinated him, even when she hadn’t had a single idea who he was.

Of course, now they were both all too aware of each other’s existence, being factions competing with the Legion, NCR, and now each other for dominance. It was a mixed blessing, but at least they had each other, for better or worse, until one killed the other and assimilated their tribe.

Oh, the games they played.

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"Oh save the faked concern for my well being," Ursula said in a sugary sweet voice, her hands going near her chest as she glared at him. Despite the faked tone, she still had plenty of malice behind her voice and it was far from being hidden.

"Even with the knowledge that you’re fucking around I feel the urge to vomit all over those stupid fucking shoes. Seriously, what the fuck were you thinking when you chose to wear them? I mean they don’t look as stupid as you do, but it’s pretty fucking bad!"

Balling up her fist, Ursula kissed her knuckles before she took a swing at him.

Vir cocked his head to the side with a playful smirk. Faked, cara? You wound me. I’m not such a monster I can’t feel sympathy.” His eyes flickered over Ursula’s figure, not looking at her but watching for tells, for the ways she’d give her next move away.

“I wasn’t thinking of fashion,” he answered honestly, glancing down and giving Ursula a careless shrug. “I was wondering if steel-toed boots would be enough to break that thick head of yours.” He looked up from under her lashes at the woman, reading the tells with the sort of care that came from years of practice, not that she was subtle. “Care to fi-“

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Naturally, she had taken the opening to go for his face, and even though Vir dodged back, Ursula caught his jaw. It was a glancing blow, but with this woman, that meant he’d be bruised for a week. He grinned and darted forward, his fist going for her stomach, trying to at least make her hesitate.

“I think I prefer getting kisses from your lips, darling.”

The game was on!

manwithafoxhead:

imnotbadimjustcodedthatway:

manwithafoxhead:

He cast her a glacial look, but did not reply to her insult. “I go where I wish to go, woman.”

"I thought you’d still be in your hiding hole, recruit - no, I’m sorry, you must be a decanus by now.” Vira’s smile is full of bite. “What brings you out into the wastes? Surely my tribe doesn’t bother Ceasar that much.”

His mouth cracked open, revealing egg-white teeth. “I am head of the Frumentarius now. My mind does not linger on the memories of conquered tribes. I do not remember you.”

There was a long moment of silence from the woman, her smile rather fixed in a glittering, dangerous way. “How impressive.” Her tone was sharp, flat, a whipcrack of sarcasm. “I must admit I barely bothered to remember you - you were older than I, I believe.” She looked at him disdainfully. “We’re unconquered, cara. Which begs the question, what are you doing in my territory?

>the cat’s got claws_ || Red & Vira [Fallout!AU]

profoundly-naive:

imnotbadimjustcodedthatway:

Vira was a light sleeper; she always had been. When she was young, being raised by priestesses, she’d slept only fitfully, and the habit still plagued the woman. She was nearly twenty-six now, or as near as she could find out, and she’d been with her tribe for a decade or so. They were known, now, which was usually a great relief, since it was easier to convince recruits if they were properly terrified first.

When her tentflap was pushed open, she’d drowsily assumed it was Nox, but the footstep was too light. Nox had never had stealth. Vira didn’t move, her breath even, her eyes still closed. She tracked the slight noise of the intruder’s step by ear, waiting for her to get close. She used the slight delay to curl her fingers around the trench knife by her side.

The whisper was her cue, and her eyes snapped open as she pushed herself up and out of bed, already moving as she located key points. Within a few seconds, the intruder was on their back, Vira’s knees immobilizing their upper arms, and the knife held to their throat.

No, her throat. Because the intruder was a woman, which seemed interesting to Vira. Usually the only ones stupid enough to break into her tent were the men, dared to by their units. They always died.

"What is it you want?" she snarled quietly, not shifting. Nearly her full weight was on the woman’s upper arms, which was probably painful, but Vira didn’t care. "Because trust me, dearthere are easier ways to get your throat cut than this!”

     "Nngh—!"

She landed hard on her back. Well, the bastard wasn’t kidding about her strength. Red could almost feel the bruises forming on her arms as she squirmed beneath the woman—though squirming was probably only making it worse. The impact jogged the light of her Pip-Boy back on, which cast a dusty gold light across the top of her face and onto Vira. Oh, she was beautiful alright—in that ‘strikes terror into the hearts of men' sort of way. But into her? No, Red was just pissed.

     ”Nothing from you, apparently!” she snarled. But she didn’t like the look of that blade—the way its edge glinted in the light from her wrist like it was liking its teeth, and though she still held her own straight-edge above her head she was in no good position to use it. Just perfect, as usual.

Vira glared at the woman, hesitating only a moment before before grabbing her hair and yanking her head back, where Vira could see here eyes and, more importantly, slit her throat. The light startled her, earning the woman a hiss and the press of the blade against her throat.

"Where did you get that?" The words were a snarl, the blade pressed to her throat. Her grandmother - or great-grandmother, Vira wasn’t sure - had been a vault citizen, and that meant that this woman had ties to her Vira’s mother, which didn’t increase her survival chances. "Are you a vaultie?"

"Too fucking bad, darling, isn’t it?" she cooed sweetly, her voice low. "Because you’re here here now, you’ve had your dance, and you’re going to have to pay the piper." She smiled, a face full of oddly sharp teeth. "Preferably in blood."

— Иди к папочке.
— Ну и кто теперь твой папочка?

littlebearwithinthebull:

imnotbadimjustcodedthatway:

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"I’d ask if you come here often, sweetheart, but I know the answer." Vir sauntered forward, not confrontational - yet. "I thought we agreed you’d stick to your own territory, darling. What brings brings you to my corner of the desert?" He smirked. "Miss me so much?"

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"Even from my desert I can hear and feel your heart beats and it’s grating,” Ursula declared, not even looking at him as she used a blade to pick dirt out from under her nails. Her eyes glanced up only to lock on his as she sneered, “I will end you.”

"Oh, your desert. Very nice.” Vir chuckled, before assuming a mocking pout, putting a hand over his heart. "Oh, cara, you wound me to the very core."

He paused, then raised an eyebrow. "I always love to fight, you know that, but are you sure your rib has healed from the last time?" There was a mocking glint to his eye. "I’d hate to fracture it worse."

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Despite his protests, his feet had already shifted into a combat ready stance, and blood was surging with excitement. Although Vir had bigger concerns, he found himself entranced by the blonde woman - her manner had always fascinated him, even when she hadn’t had a single idea who he was.

Of course, now they were both all too aware of each other’s existence, being factions competing with the Legion, NCR, and now each other for dominance. It was a mixed blessing, but at least they had each other, for better or worse, until one killed the other and assimilated their tribe.

Oh, the games they played.

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