#milivia

Milivia had been separated from her slavers, fending off two fiends who had dared attack her small group with their friends and now attacked her with a bat and a small knife.

Believing they had an upper hand, the smaller one with the knife lashed out only to be welcomed with the woman's blade being shoved into his eye socket and pulling out his eye, causing the fiend to collapse into a heap of screaming and bleeding.

It was a joke, seeing the town emblazed in fire and large wooden crosses littering its broken streets, rotting bodies hung like decorations for buzzards to chew on.

Milivia pursed her lips, obviously this town would be crossed of the list. She had heard Nipton was a whore and gambling spot, perfect for business, had it not been struck by what she assumed to be the slavers of these lands.

Whispers and stories, that is what Milivia heard from her men, about a monster in the Canyon killing all types of men.

It interested her greatly, mostly when she learned it was indeed a man.

A man that the woman could sell to those who wished to kill him, for a high price of course.

Milivia had her men watching Peppe for days now, ever since she saw him with the child her mind was set on ripping the two apart.

The woman's slavers had the whore's schedule known by heart by the end of the week, watching him and his daughter closely. By the second week, Milivia made her order.

At the dead of night, while the two slept soundly, three of the slavers slinked into the room quietly. Quickly one of the men snatched the girl, covering her mouth with a cloth so she would be unable to scream loudly and bite, but he had stumbled over something and made a loud clang noise.

It was quite obvious that the man would wake up, that is where the other two came in, once Peppe would awake they would hit him in the face with the butt of their guns to knock him out before stabbing a note into his bedding, a simple note that said:

‘Seven year old girl: for sale.

6000 caps. Dark skin, dark hair.

Uses: intimacy/ work/ game ‘

Once Casey was brought to the camp, Milivia looked down at her with a sweet smile and crouched down to talk to her “You better hope your daddy has enough caps to buy you back, sweetie” With that she sent the girl to be under one of the slavers care.

Milivia turned around to see the young girl at the entrance of her tent, looking at her with amusent but confusion as well.

Milivia had decided to make her way into the Strip that day, looking around at the casinos. The Gomorrah caught her attention, perfect for business.  She had no interest in the whores, but marking the patrons for when they walk home drunk, well that made them perfect targets.

The woman made her way inside and found the courtyard, taking a seat in front of a dancing man, there were three other's watching him but as time went by they moved on to others leaving her to observe him instead.

Milivia had not expected that her and her men would come across a man such as this, the armour indeed catching her attention .

Legion, quite obviously, she looked into the angry face of the mask with a raised brow

Milivia sat outside far from her camp to be alone, though of course she had guards close by. The woman was sitting at a dirty picnic table that she had wiped down slightly to place a board on it, placing the pieces in their rightful spot.

A pre-war game she found many days ago.

She did not bother looking up to see whoever it was that approached her.