Kingfisher

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Collab between Kingfisher and @Dismas

“You are, are ya?” The guard smirked, his voice the raspy tell-tale croak of a ghoul.

He paused, taking Horus in.

“I’ll cut you a break, brother. You can walk right in this time, but if I hear that you gave Mister Esteves any trouble, you and I are gonna get real chummy real fast.”

Hours' felt his ears prick up with the guard's words. It wasn't exactly the red carpet, but it was the warmest welcome he'd received in a long time.

"Shouldn't trouble him much. Just need to ask him some questions."

"And thanks...brother." He said as the guard led him inside the mansion.

The years had not been kind to the Wright mansion, which was riddled with gaping holes and crumbling walls. Given the amount of ghouls that were scurrying about the place, it really did look like some kind of Old World horror maze.

The Guard took Horus into a relatively quaint little room, which seemed to be in much better condition than the rest of the establishment.

Murilo Esteves himself was sat infront of an old-timey bar, drinking gin from a glass cup. He was well-dressed, but no nice suit could detract from his necrotic flesh and rotten aroma.

"Gentleman here to see you, Mister Esteves." The guard declared.

"Si' down brutha'," Esteves gave Horus a little nod, gesturing to one of the empty bar stools on either side of him "what can the Big E do for ya?"

Horus took the open seat next to Esteves. Within moments a ghoul bartender slammed a glass of liquor down in front of him then strode off. Horus took a quick swig from the glass then prepared to question Esteves.

"I'm looking for someone. Someone who's gone into hiding."

He took another sip from the glass. Horus did his best not to stare at Esteves as he couldn't help but admire the ghoul's suit. A quick thought popped into his mind that he'd like to buy a suit like Murilo's one day.

"Darlia Lazzari."

Esteves blew a hiss of air out through his rotten teeth.

"There's a name I'm sick of hearin'," he laughed dryly "Darlia's just another xenophobic, entitled, piece of smoothskin garbage, brutha'. But, I'm willin' ta let bygones be bygones...for a price."

The ghoul necked the last of his drink, dabbing at some peeled flesh on the corner of his lip.

"One of my guys, Barnes, got nabbed on a run. Word on the street is that those freaks from Oregon have 'im in a 'lil camp of there's just outside of town. You bring me Barnes, and I'll put the word out that the beef between me and Darlia is wata' under tha' bridge."

Horus couldn't help but cringe a little with Esteves' description of Darlia. Though the ghoul could very well be dramatic with his description Horus became even less thrilled at the prospect of tracking her down knowing she would likely hurl obscenities at him upon first encounter. Talking to this group of ghouls was so refreshing for him. It was nice to have people actually speak to him as an equal even if they were drug drug barons.

Horus followed suit with Esteves and downed the remainder of his drink.

"Alright, sounds fair. Anything else I should know about 'these freaks from Oregon' before I head out?" He said as he stood from his seat at the bar.

"Just that they eat human flesh, brutha," Esteves grinned "But don't worry, only the really depraved ones will wanna munch on a ghoul."

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This is when I start researching boxing to make my writing accurate haha. ALso, warning, Im gonna be away for this weekend.

@Dragonbud

Likewise, so that shan't be a problem :)

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@Dragonbud

“You look cute in that getup, hun, but I prefer redheads.” Idabelle smirked.

She shot forward at an alarming pace, her feet bouncing nimbly off of the padded ring. Within seconds she’d moved into punching distance of Dusty.

“Sorry in advanced.”

Idabelle pulled back her left arm, sending a closed-fist barreling towards the young raider’s face.

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@Andreyich

“The Shark Club!” The junkie yelped, the gun falling from her fingers as she broke out into a fit of shaking “She’s at the Shark Club, I promise!”

A few murky tears began rolling down her gnarled cheeks.

“P-please, don’t shoot!”

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@Sol Grim

“I’m sure that Mister Rickman would appreciate the compliment. I’ll make a point of passing it on.” The bartender said with a smile, before slipping away to tend to other customers.

For some time nothing of much note happened, until a figure in a white suit and dark suit made his way into the Imperial and sat down opposite an older man in a leather jacket and stained trousers.

“Start talking, Mister Reed,” said the first man “tell me everything you know about The Salt Lake Chasm.”

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@Dragonbud

Dusty was handed fairly standard boxing gloves, as well as shorts and a vest that looked more skimpy than practical.

It didn’t take long for a crowd to gather around the ring, carrying the buzz of anticipation with it.

“I’m glad y’all made it out here, it really warms my heart.” Jeshua addressed the crowd with a big shit-eating grin, clambering up over the ropes and hopping into the middle of the ring.

“Now!” Jeshua exclaimed “let's say how our two newcomers fair against each other, shall we?!”

Across the ring from Dusty, stood Idabelle, in a loose fighting stance.

Her hair was so pale that it was practically white, and her skin tone was so light that she was bordering on albino. She wasn't particularly well-built, but there was definitely an element of lithe agility to her.

“Ready when you are.” She muttered, gazing across at her opponent with her fists raised.

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@Sol Grim

The Donna let a thin smile slip across her features, something in her eyes twinkling at the sight of the stetson.

“Good job getting Alejandro off the streets unnoticed,” she smirked “that takes some skill.”

A Big Boss cigarette hung out of the corner of her mouth, which she lit with a silver lighter, taking a long drag before she spoke again.

“I don’t know if you’ve had many interactions Torres family, but they’re a serious pain in my arse, and I’m done babying them,” the Donna blew a puff of dark grey smoke out of her open mouth “the Imperial, their new pet project, is Ricardo Torres’ pride and joy. I need to send a message to those up-jumped thugs, and I can think of no better way to do that then killing the fucking manager. They’ve got some pounce called Rickman running the place. Kill him discretely and I’ll give you five thousand caps.”

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@Dragonbud

“Of course, my dear.” Jeshua smiled.

The walk to the Jungle Gym was a brief one, passed dilapidated buildings and the husks of pre-war cars that had long since fizzled out.

The gym itself was a fairly modest set up, with a large boxing ring in the center, and an assortment of weights and machines scattered about the fringes.

“Folks round these parts aren’t too keen about seeing big six foot men beat on little girls, so I’ll set you up with another dame. Idabelle is one of our newest fighters, and I reckon you’d be a good match for her. Let me know when you’re ready to hop into the ring, and I’ll call her over. Try not to kill her, but I realize accidents happen. If you can manage that I’ll have Alejandro, or one of the other pushers, set you up with something nice.”

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@Andreyich

“It's chill, man, it's chill!” she yelped, her hold of the gun loosening, as the colour flushed from her face.

“Its gotta be the NCR, right? Those fuckers hate the good thing we got going on down here, so of course they’ll wanna stir shit up! The off-duty soldier boys are always hanging around at the Imperial...I bet you could find them there!”

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@Sol Grim

“Oh gee, I have an idea, but you gotta keep it on the DL, you hear?”

Alejandro paused, taking a second to catch his breath, whilst a thick curtain of sweat dripped down his forehead.

“Give what credence to this that you will, but I heard a...a rumour from a...friend of a friend of a friend, that the Donna got down and dirty with Jeshua Baum, the smoothtalker that runs the jungle gym. Jeshua’s not one to pay for the brahmin if he can get the beef for free, if you catch my meaning, so methinks he’s been blowing the Donna off since, and she’s got the idea in her head that putting his number one pusher in the ground will get his attention.”

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So uh, can we kill off those that aren't around anymore, aka scarface guy, or is my desire for bloodlust a bit to much?

@Sol Grim

Debonair's character? I don't think he even made it into the game.

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@Sol Grim

“Oh fuck, man, I dunno,” Alejandro sobbed, tears streaking down his dark cheeks “this shits above my pay grade you know?”

He gagged, joking on the built up phlegm in his throat, and letting out a hacking cough.

“It ain’t the Donna, nah, at least I don’t think so. My girl Zheng was turning tricks at the Imperial, that new Torres club. She said there are some weird types who hang around those parts. You get the odd NCR soldier, that ain’t news, but there was this fella...Breckinridge. Said he dresses fancy, talks proper. One time he comes in askin’ about where the Pagans hang out, who they chill with, all that stuff.”

Alejandro paused, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“If anyone knows what's going on with the Pagans, I reckon its him. Now...you’re gonna let me go, right? That’s everything I know...promise!”

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@Andreyich

Fred’s pistol shot ripped through the darkness, slamming into the duo of stealth-clad junkers that were crouching in the shadows. The stench of burning flesh wafted through the back-alley, as a pair of smoldering corpses crashed to the ground.

The woman yelped, drawing a pipe revolver and pointing it shakily at the recharge-wielding gunslinger.

“H-hold on n-now…” she stammered “let's be civil about this.”

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@Dragonbud

“Donna Lazzari?” Jeshua asked, raising one eyebrow “The youngest Lazzari brother, Alfredo, likes to go a few rounds in the ring every now and then.”

The slickly-dressed man flashed Dusty his award-winning smile.
“”Why not come take a walk to the gym with me? If you put on a good show I’ll be sure to give you some private time with Alfredo.”

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@Dismas and I are working on a collab, so that's why his response isn't up. I haven't forgotten anyone! :P

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@Andreyich

“Psst...hey! Dude.”

A shrill voice called out of the shadows, as a wiry figure slipped slowly into view. She had pale blonde hair, dark bags under her eyes, milky white flesh that was puckered with marks and bruises.

“That’s some impressive kit you got there,” she observed, flashing rows of rotten yellow teeth “I know some people who could use someone like you. You interested?”

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@Dragonbud

“Yeah, get fucked psycho.” the thug spat, turning on his heel and scurrying away. He quickly vanished into a nearby back alley.

“You handle yourself well, kid.” Seemingly out of nowhere, a red suit-clad figure came strolling up to Dusty, dark hair greased back across his forehead.

“The names Jeshua Baum; owner and proprietor of the Jungle Gym. You should swing by sometime. We’re always in the market for a new female Prize Fighter.”