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Six wouldâve said that the new iteration of Cotes Ward was beautiful. It was lush and verdant and alive in a way that heâd never seen before in his lifeânot even the forests north of New Vegas could match the effortless bounty of this place. But unfortunately for Six, his experiences so far have been solidly negative.
His time here was so bad for the simple fact that Cotesâ pixies seemed to take offense to his mere existence. Ever since heâd left work that day (the Moondial had remained in a similar spot, and he and Crow had decided against moving) he hadnât been able to walk five yards without stepping on some pixieâs flower bed or something.
The current bunchâa gaggle of diminutive humanoids with bright colors and insectoid wingsâwere currently harassing him because he had apparently nearly stepped on one of them. Sixâs response had been brusque in the extreme, and they took offense to that.
The mosquito-baby-whatever-the-fucks kept on chitter-chattering in those agonizingly high-pitched voices of theirs as they pulled at his hair, swooped down to kick him in the face, and otherwise annoy him.Â
âHey, fuck off!â
Sixâs temper flared, and in a burst of speed, whacked one of the pixies with an open palm. He barely brushed it, but the way it tumbled off was enough to spook the rest of them, who satisfied themselves with hurling insults and dive bombing his face.















