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War Never Changes

2290, New Vegas, Ultra-Luxe Resort & Casino--Marie Ashur

The smile that hushed over Maries face was strangly serene, as the distress in the water died as quickly as it had appeared. For a moment it seemed like she was thinking about a response, but then, very silently, she began to speak. "Gifted? No! My father told me that i hold no power, but the pitiful attempts my biological parents have done on me, to cure what they considered to be a blight! No, these "gifts" as you call it, and seem to have witnessed yourself, my dear Mister North, are just incarnations of a power that every human beholds and far more will behold, once we have cured the once true plague of this world...the sickness of the lacking of faith in the powers that are!"
The smile slowly vanished from her face, North explained the dangers of such a journey, yet Marie soon would smile again. "Your concern about the safety of our Missionaries is appropriated, yet not necessary. Ug-Qualtoth revels in the perils of us mortals, and it is this struggle that makes us strong, or makes us perish!"

Her eyes focused on the ruby-like finger, and for a moment she could feel the taint of agony that stuck to it, coating it like honey. "The last moments where filled with pain, regret...and then Tranquility! What a fascinating trinket, i think i would want to get my hold on one myself!" The grim warriors of Dosh-Novan Warband glared at North, yet Marie could feel their morbid interest in these creatures. "I am sure that the Warleader would be quite interested in hunting such a creature as these Wendigos! I believe they would make for a marvelous trophy! If the Federation would happen to be able to capture some of these creatures, we would be paying handsomely for their delivery into the holy city!" The Fighting Pits in the city where feasting on the weak, while empowering the strong, be it human or beast, yet below, in the depth´s of what used to be the Metro of Pittsburgh, the molders of Flesh, scientist converted by faith or blade, worked on beasts worthy of Ug-Qualtoth´s army. Such fascinating creatures would make for some great additions!

Finishing her Meal, Marie slowly got off the table, as she let out a soft sight. "It was indeed a great pleasure to make your acquaintance, Honored Envoy, yet i fear that the journey to this place left me quite tired. I am in good spirit that we will have an additional opportunity for such pleasantries as this conversation, tomorrow!"

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War Never Changes

2290, New Vegas, Ultra-Luxe Resort & Casino--Marie Ashur

Marie smiled at North, as her hand wandered to her glass of water, as waves formed inside it, pushing away from her hand. "Mr. North, these who you call Prophets cant compare to what my High-Father is, was, and will be!" Picking up the glass, the water suddently stopped moving at all, as not even the forced of Gravity seemed to apply to the liquid content inside. "But i am well aware that you can not know about his powers, nor about the beauty of our faith! Few, that havent seen the Holy City can!"
Taking a short sip, she placed the glass once more on the table, and as soon as her fingers did let go of it, there was an sudden surge in movment in the water, some even spilled over the sides, wetting the cloth below it. "My knowledge about the NCR and the Legion is limited, yet what i know, tells me that it was to expect that these two nations would soon again be at each others throat! I still see it as a daring move, to declare said war at a Meeting to secure the peace. I do hope, that this shall not overshadow the coming negotiations, for i am here to simply make sure that our Missonaries can spread the word of our faith, protected from any harm, that might come upon them, performing their sacred duty."
"Oh, please Mister North, i think we all could agree that the old USA, is a mere relique of a past, that will never return. We should not use the wrapping of said corpse anymore, but simply focus on the future ahead." Her eyes wandered on her own food, and an almost childish smile moved on her lips. "Oh, i am not aware of the existence of said Wendigo? Is this a creature in your homeland? Still, i can only agree on your choice with the good tender Brahmin....the meat is very rich and red!"

War Never Changes

2290, New Vegas, Ultra-Luxe Resort & Casino--Marie Ashur

Just being done with her first bites of the Steak, and still surrounded by a crowed of dark bodyguards, who´s suits and hats look at bit out of place with their rebreathers around their necks. Close up, one could see the tattoos luring below the sleeves of their suites, and the ritual scars on their faces, making it quite clear that these men where more then just simple bodyguards, but indeed veteran warriors, hardened in battle, and ready to give their live for the choosen daughter of the blind prophet.

Cutting another piece off the larger Steak, Marie slowly turned her head, and smiled broadly, a smile that seemed surprisingly warm and honest, a strange contrast to her unsettling aura around her. "Well, we are indeed from the Holy City, send here in the name of our Prophet, my high father! But sure, the seat is not taken, and some company would be delightful!"
One of the grim guards tugged on the chair, and made way for North to take a seat, while the eyes of the guards rested on him. Up so close, it was more then obvious that Marie indeed was just fourteen years old, a young girl, send to a meeting with the most powerful men and women of what was left of the united states of America.

Indeed it was a mad world!

War Never Changes

2290, New Vegas, Ultra-Luxe Resort & Casino--Warleader Dosh-Novan

The Warleader was no longer able to hide his amusement, and threw his head back, before laughing loudly. His massive chest shivered, as he held onto the chair of Marie, with a roaring laughter sounding like a viper, hissing at a wounded prey. His eyes filled with tears for a second, before he wiped them away. The declaration of war, the fight that had broken out before them, and the tension in the air made him feel his blood rush through his veins, calling for him to join the skirmish! But Dosh-Novan knew better! He had his orders to protect the Pure-one, and while all seemed like worthy foe´s, who would make for marvelous trophies, he sated himself by simply enjoying the spectacle in front of him.
Some called out their confusion, others protested against the act of being fooled, but all Dosh-Novan could see was the beauty of the upcoming conflict, the tension that would soon erupt in an spectacle that would please Ug-Qualtoth greatly! The west would bleed first, but soon, the east would follow!

"Remarkable! It seems like these NCR-people have more balls then Brains!"

His words cut through the close silence that his laughter had left. Pushing himself from the chair of Marie, he looked at the silent guards, who he ordered with a nod to remain with Marie, before he turned around. As the first day had been brought to a closing, with this most entertaining act of violence, Dosh-Novan wanted to see the city, and more so, indulge in its pleasures. Bored to death by the dry talking, he longed for the stimulation that the rest of the day would give to him.

Making his way into the streets, Dosh-Novan rested his eyes on the sea of neon-light in front of him, before finally setting his eyes on what he had looked for. A grin appeared on his face, as he stepped towards the The Gomorrah.

With limited space on the plane, he couldnt bring his Harem after all...

2290, New Vegas, Ultra-Luxe Resort & Casino--Marie Ashur

Face betrayed no emotion, as the roaring laughter filled the room behind her, and she felt the bear-like hands of the Warleader on the chair. Yet in her mind, she focused herself on the matters of importance, as she didnt missed the fact that the double in front of them, had called out the Cult as civilized, compared to the rest of the amassed nations of the east-coast! A grin moved on her lips, as she watched him bleed onto the carpet, before once more turn her eyes towards Bartholomew Hemingway.

"Oh, i would be disapointed if not! I will reside here in the Ultra-Luxe Resort! I wish you a good day, honored Envoy!"

To her surprise, she found the War-leader leaving, yet would not stop him. Alone with her guards, sitting in the soft chair, she glared at her empty plate, before letting out a sigh. Waving a Waiter, she ordered with soft words, as she remained in her seat, calmly waiting for what would come.

The steak was finally brought to her and Marie slowly began to cut it, before biting it off the fork, as her face showed a short twich, as she tasted the blood of the Brahmin. Then her eyes hushed upwards, meeting the wounded Double of the presidents eyes for a short seconds. A smile twitched over the edges of her lips, before the fourteen years old girl, once more looked down on her steak.

A new convert was born!

You rent a shared apartment, and when you go in for the first time, the profile pic above is your new roomate

Oh, Boy! Time to wreck some shit again! Open up, your Pilot is in da house!

You rent a shared apartment, and when you go in for the first time, the profile pic above is your new roomate

O..oh, hey...you might want to do something against the bleeding! Watch for the eyes...