05-28-2015, 12:24 AM
She’d finally made a friend. That friend was made through violence and a rather shady agreement, but she’d take it. After being out here for almost half a day without much incident on her part, she’d started to give up hope on running into anybody non-threatening enough to align with.
At first, she didn’t really want to do anything to her, but it would have been safer to simply disarm her and decide from there what to do. After Blink’s laughable weapon was revealed, Violet knew she was safe…for now. Blink, at this point, was lucky to have gotten this far without injury or worse, so would hit have been a humanitarian effort on her part to take her on as a partner, or would this alliance ultimately cripple her? Better to have a meat shield than none, right?
At least she wasn’t alone.
“Let’s get off this path and get some food, I’m starving;” Violet headed back towards the outskirts of the woods, knowing a nice bough of thickly leaved branches they could nestle in and have breakfast. “I’ve got a spot over here in the woods we can rest in and chat while we eat.”
Blink watched her carefully, skeptical of her proposal. Violet noticed her barely concealed expression and turned fully around to face her, fists thrusting defiantly on her hips. “I’m not going to fucking kill you, but if you keep standing out there in the open, someone’s going to come along and do the job. It’s not just your ass you have to think about now, you know.”
Heaving a sigh, Blink obliged her newfound companion. “I guess I am a little hungry.”
“Great!” Violet said cheerfully. “Luckily for you, we can have a nice feast before we set off again. Some dickbag tried to jump me earlier and I got his sack with all of his stuff. Can you believe this clown didn’t even use any of it?”
“Wonderful,” Blink trudged behind Vi as she made her way through the brush and branches until they reached a nondescript area nestled between some trees. Some of the branches grew rather low and dense, which would be good for keeping them concealed while they ate.
Violet lifted up a heavy branch, revealing a small cavern beneath the branches, a duffel bag slung to the side. “I actually just found this place a little bit ago when I saw you walk by.”
“Convenient.”
“Isn’t it?” Violet dipped inside, ushering her new companion in behind her. “We’ll see anyone come by before they see us, as long as we keep quiet.”
The interior of the makeshift shelter was lined with dead leaves, with a thick, leafy canopy above. The space seemed to be dug into the earth, just big enough for two or three people to lay down comfortably inside, as well as their belongings. As far as hidey holes went, it wasn’t bad.
Violet sat down beside her bag and popped the clip that held it closed. Pulling back the flap, she revealed its contents to Blink, who smiled back at her in approval. “Nice.”
“Yep,” she said as she began to pull out pack after pack of the little brown pouches. “Let’s see, we have two pork ribs, a beef stew, spicy penne pasta, a southwest beef and black beans,” she paused to scrunch her face. “That sounds gross.”
“Can’t hurt to try it, right?”
Violet shrugged. “I’ll just save that for last. What else do we have in here?” she riffled around some more, pulling out the remaining packages. “Beef brisket, Asian beef strips, and last but not least, a meatballs with marinara sauce.”
“Just think of all the cows that had to die to make these damn things.” Blink remarked as she began going through her rations. “Mine aren’t much better, but at least I have this.” Blink produced a brown package much like the others, except she seemed to be excited at this particular one.
Violet read the label. “Oh, my Kami, is that Buffalo chicken?”
Blink nodded. “Yes.”
“I’ll trade you.”
“Hmm,” her companion looked at the package, mulling over the decision. “Nah.”
“I can just shank you here and take it.”
“But you won’t.” Blink retorted. “You need me.”
Violet frowned at her, eyes narrowing. “You suck.”
“I may suck, but I have buffalo chicken.” Blink smiled as she tore the package open, spilling the contents out before her. She began to assemble the ingredients, pulling a water bottle from the pack for the liquid items in her ration.
Violet settled on the pork rib meal, and ripped the package open with a small level of sadness. The smaller packets spilled all over the ground in front of her, causing the leaves that covered the ground to crunch under the weight.
“So,” Violet began, placing the rib pouch into the portable heating pack. “First time doing Dante’s Abyss?”
Blink nodded, mixing a colorful powder into a bottle of water. “Yeah.”
“It’s my third.” Violet said, mixing her own drink. “First time here in Omniverse, though. Where I come from, I did this insufferable place twice.”
Blink raised eyebrows at that. “Why would you put yourself through this again?”
Violet chuckled. “I have my reasons.”
“And this is why I don’t think I should trust you,” Blink took a swig of her drink, her face contorting in disgust. “Ugh, this is gross.”
“Welcome to DA,” Violet gave a small laugh as she tipped her drink towards her companion in a mock toast, then took a deep drink of the mix. “Memories in a bottle.”
“I think I’d rather die than have to live on this crap for the next four days.”
Violet waggled her brows. “I can arrange that for you.”
Blink gave her a look. “I’m sure you can, but do you want to take that risk? I may have an action figure for a weapon, but I will not hesitate to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine, lady.”
“Don’t have to be rude,” Violet sniffed. She began arranging the bread and spreading the package of thick, yellow paste onto the thin wafers. This was supposed to be cheese, but she was suspicious.
Blink laughed. “Me? Rude? You’re the one proposing to murder me.”
“It was a joke!”
“Sure.” Blink grabbed for another bottle of water, deciding to cast aside the bastardized drink that came with the MRE.
“I was.”
“If I wake up dead, I’ll know who to blame,” the pink-skinned woman began unpacking her warmed meal and picking at the brightly orange colored meat. “This looks absolutely delicious,” she said sullenly as she cut a bite off of the filet. She popped it into her mouth, the acidic hotness of the sauce colliding with the soft squishiness of the meat.
“I take it from your expression, it’s not really that bad,” Violet commented, her sandwich together and ready for her belly. She was uncertain of the meal, but energy was energy, even if the food was crap. She hadn’t eaten in almost 12 hours, and she needed the protein.
“Could be better, but it’s edible.”
“MRE’s are the devil,” Violet commented, taking a huge bite out of her pork rib sandwich. “But they’re not always terrible, I guess.”
After several moments of silence while they ate their meal, Blink decided to move on to business. “Where do you think we should go from here?”
Violet chomped the last morsel of her sandwich and washed it down with the vile liquid they labeled as “raspberry drink”. “I was thinking of holing up here for a few hours and scoping the area. I think if we let the others just fight it out, we can come in and knock ‘em off while they’re weak. There are definitely some stronger ones out there than myself, and having been alone for half the day, I wasn’t too sure of my chances should I come across a bigger group.”
“Numbers seem to be a good thing here,” Blink sighed. “I didn’t make many contacts during the pre-show.”
“Neither did I,” Violet said. “The only person I had even the remotest interaction with died already.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
“Yeah, was kind of hoping to come across him out here, maybe get in some training. Guy said he was an assassin.” Violet scoffed. “An assassin that dies within the first twelve hours is just…I don’t know. I guess I shouldn’t be an ass about it. Bad luck is pretty common out here.”
“You should really be more careful about who you sneak up on,” the woman chided. “You were lucky I didn’t have much of a weapon.”
“You didn’t seem like a huge threat, to be honest.” Violet started piecing at her snack of peanut butter peanut M&M’s. “Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that.”
“You don’t know shit about what I can do,” Blink said, astonished at Violet’s brashness.
“Oh, yeah, you can teleport,” Violet rolled her eyes. “Teleporting is nice, but it’s not going to kill anybody unless you can actually do something useful with it.”
“I can get away pretty quickly.” Blink replied. “That’s useful.”
“I have a big ass gun with a chainsaw on it.”
“Which is total bullshit,” Blink finished her ration and cast the leftovers aside.
“Pure luck. As I said, bad luck is common out here. I am willing to bet that someone out there’s got something even better than what I have, and we’ll meet them sooner or later.”
“Do you think we can take them out?”
Violet thought for a moment. “I guess it depends on what we’re up against. You’ve got a Barbie and I’ve got this thing. We need to find you something better than that if we’re going to make it.”
“Definitely,” Blink agreed. She tore open her dessert of sour gummies and demolished them in a few bites.
“For now, we’ll just stay here, and hope someone comes along.” Violet balled the empty package up and tossed it to the side, then threw some leaves on top. Violet hoped her decision to team with this woman was a good one. Without a decent weapon, she’d be a liability. That is, unless they figured out a way to use her teleportation, and Violet thought she had an idea.
As the hours ticked on, they discussed some strategies, mostly involving getting the most out of that nifty teleportation, and lots and lots of chainsaw action.
At first, she didn’t really want to do anything to her, but it would have been safer to simply disarm her and decide from there what to do. After Blink’s laughable weapon was revealed, Violet knew she was safe…for now. Blink, at this point, was lucky to have gotten this far without injury or worse, so would hit have been a humanitarian effort on her part to take her on as a partner, or would this alliance ultimately cripple her? Better to have a meat shield than none, right?
At least she wasn’t alone.
“Let’s get off this path and get some food, I’m starving;” Violet headed back towards the outskirts of the woods, knowing a nice bough of thickly leaved branches they could nestle in and have breakfast. “I’ve got a spot over here in the woods we can rest in and chat while we eat.”
Blink watched her carefully, skeptical of her proposal. Violet noticed her barely concealed expression and turned fully around to face her, fists thrusting defiantly on her hips. “I’m not going to fucking kill you, but if you keep standing out there in the open, someone’s going to come along and do the job. It’s not just your ass you have to think about now, you know.”
Heaving a sigh, Blink obliged her newfound companion. “I guess I am a little hungry.”
“Great!” Violet said cheerfully. “Luckily for you, we can have a nice feast before we set off again. Some dickbag tried to jump me earlier and I got his sack with all of his stuff. Can you believe this clown didn’t even use any of it?”
“Wonderful,” Blink trudged behind Vi as she made her way through the brush and branches until they reached a nondescript area nestled between some trees. Some of the branches grew rather low and dense, which would be good for keeping them concealed while they ate.
Violet lifted up a heavy branch, revealing a small cavern beneath the branches, a duffel bag slung to the side. “I actually just found this place a little bit ago when I saw you walk by.”
“Convenient.”
“Isn’t it?” Violet dipped inside, ushering her new companion in behind her. “We’ll see anyone come by before they see us, as long as we keep quiet.”
The interior of the makeshift shelter was lined with dead leaves, with a thick, leafy canopy above. The space seemed to be dug into the earth, just big enough for two or three people to lay down comfortably inside, as well as their belongings. As far as hidey holes went, it wasn’t bad.
Violet sat down beside her bag and popped the clip that held it closed. Pulling back the flap, she revealed its contents to Blink, who smiled back at her in approval. “Nice.”
“Yep,” she said as she began to pull out pack after pack of the little brown pouches. “Let’s see, we have two pork ribs, a beef stew, spicy penne pasta, a southwest beef and black beans,” she paused to scrunch her face. “That sounds gross.”
“Can’t hurt to try it, right?”
Violet shrugged. “I’ll just save that for last. What else do we have in here?” she riffled around some more, pulling out the remaining packages. “Beef brisket, Asian beef strips, and last but not least, a meatballs with marinara sauce.”
“Just think of all the cows that had to die to make these damn things.” Blink remarked as she began going through her rations. “Mine aren’t much better, but at least I have this.” Blink produced a brown package much like the others, except she seemed to be excited at this particular one.
Violet read the label. “Oh, my Kami, is that Buffalo chicken?”
Blink nodded. “Yes.”
“I’ll trade you.”
“Hmm,” her companion looked at the package, mulling over the decision. “Nah.”
“I can just shank you here and take it.”
“But you won’t.” Blink retorted. “You need me.”
Violet frowned at her, eyes narrowing. “You suck.”
“I may suck, but I have buffalo chicken.” Blink smiled as she tore the package open, spilling the contents out before her. She began to assemble the ingredients, pulling a water bottle from the pack for the liquid items in her ration.
Violet settled on the pork rib meal, and ripped the package open with a small level of sadness. The smaller packets spilled all over the ground in front of her, causing the leaves that covered the ground to crunch under the weight.
“So,” Violet began, placing the rib pouch into the portable heating pack. “First time doing Dante’s Abyss?”
Blink nodded, mixing a colorful powder into a bottle of water. “Yeah.”
“It’s my third.” Violet said, mixing her own drink. “First time here in Omniverse, though. Where I come from, I did this insufferable place twice.”
Blink raised eyebrows at that. “Why would you put yourself through this again?”
Violet chuckled. “I have my reasons.”
“And this is why I don’t think I should trust you,” Blink took a swig of her drink, her face contorting in disgust. “Ugh, this is gross.”
“Welcome to DA,” Violet gave a small laugh as she tipped her drink towards her companion in a mock toast, then took a deep drink of the mix. “Memories in a bottle.”
“I think I’d rather die than have to live on this crap for the next four days.”
Violet waggled her brows. “I can arrange that for you.”
Blink gave her a look. “I’m sure you can, but do you want to take that risk? I may have an action figure for a weapon, but I will not hesitate to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine, lady.”
“Don’t have to be rude,” Violet sniffed. She began arranging the bread and spreading the package of thick, yellow paste onto the thin wafers. This was supposed to be cheese, but she was suspicious.
Blink laughed. “Me? Rude? You’re the one proposing to murder me.”
“It was a joke!”
“Sure.” Blink grabbed for another bottle of water, deciding to cast aside the bastardized drink that came with the MRE.
“I was.”
“If I wake up dead, I’ll know who to blame,” the pink-skinned woman began unpacking her warmed meal and picking at the brightly orange colored meat. “This looks absolutely delicious,” she said sullenly as she cut a bite off of the filet. She popped it into her mouth, the acidic hotness of the sauce colliding with the soft squishiness of the meat.
“I take it from your expression, it’s not really that bad,” Violet commented, her sandwich together and ready for her belly. She was uncertain of the meal, but energy was energy, even if the food was crap. She hadn’t eaten in almost 12 hours, and she needed the protein.
“Could be better, but it’s edible.”
“MRE’s are the devil,” Violet commented, taking a huge bite out of her pork rib sandwich. “But they’re not always terrible, I guess.”
After several moments of silence while they ate their meal, Blink decided to move on to business. “Where do you think we should go from here?”
Violet chomped the last morsel of her sandwich and washed it down with the vile liquid they labeled as “raspberry drink”. “I was thinking of holing up here for a few hours and scoping the area. I think if we let the others just fight it out, we can come in and knock ‘em off while they’re weak. There are definitely some stronger ones out there than myself, and having been alone for half the day, I wasn’t too sure of my chances should I come across a bigger group.”
“Numbers seem to be a good thing here,” Blink sighed. “I didn’t make many contacts during the pre-show.”
“Neither did I,” Violet said. “The only person I had even the remotest interaction with died already.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
“Yeah, was kind of hoping to come across him out here, maybe get in some training. Guy said he was an assassin.” Violet scoffed. “An assassin that dies within the first twelve hours is just…I don’t know. I guess I shouldn’t be an ass about it. Bad luck is pretty common out here.”
“You should really be more careful about who you sneak up on,” the woman chided. “You were lucky I didn’t have much of a weapon.”
“You didn’t seem like a huge threat, to be honest.” Violet started piecing at her snack of peanut butter peanut M&M’s. “Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that.”
“You don’t know shit about what I can do,” Blink said, astonished at Violet’s brashness.
“Oh, yeah, you can teleport,” Violet rolled her eyes. “Teleporting is nice, but it’s not going to kill anybody unless you can actually do something useful with it.”
“I can get away pretty quickly.” Blink replied. “That’s useful.”
“I have a big ass gun with a chainsaw on it.”
“Which is total bullshit,” Blink finished her ration and cast the leftovers aside.
“Pure luck. As I said, bad luck is common out here. I am willing to bet that someone out there’s got something even better than what I have, and we’ll meet them sooner or later.”
“Do you think we can take them out?”
Violet thought for a moment. “I guess it depends on what we’re up against. You’ve got a Barbie and I’ve got this thing. We need to find you something better than that if we’re going to make it.”
“Definitely,” Blink agreed. She tore open her dessert of sour gummies and demolished them in a few bites.
“For now, we’ll just stay here, and hope someone comes along.” Violet balled the empty package up and tossed it to the side, then threw some leaves on top. Violet hoped her decision to team with this woman was a good one. Without a decent weapon, she’d be a liability. That is, unless they figured out a way to use her teleportation, and Violet thought she had an idea.
As the hours ticked on, they discussed some strategies, mostly involving getting the most out of that nifty teleportation, and lots and lots of chainsaw action.
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