#warrior-xarn

Sam watched the hulking figure approach with a smile on his face.

Aesthetic Attraction:       ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ (I mean, Deathclaws look wicked cool, when they aren’t trying to disembowel you)

Intellectual Attraction:    ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡♡ ♡  (He’s fun to talk to)

Sexual Attraction:           ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ (How even?)

Personal Attraction:       ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Fighting:

Dani relies on people underestimating her when it comes to fighting and/or paying more attention to Sparkles or another ally. However, Dani’s pretty good in a fight, and knows how to use most weapons (though not all of them the best) after all, she has to be able to test the stuff she makes without fucking herself over. 

She’s surprisingly adept at unarmed fighting, though her lesser reach can be a detriment. Other than that, she prefers to use either a laser rifle at range or a silenced gun....Though she’s also been known to adapt to a situation and use whatever she has to hand if she has to.

Cottonbelle’s illness was getting worse, just as predicted. It was inevitable when your liver was failing the way it was. She had convinced Arcade to go back to the Mormon Fort to make preparations for the upcoming battle at Hoover Dam. She had just parted ways with him, in fact, when she dropped to her knees and started coughing out blood.

If there was any mistake before, it was all too apparent now: Cotton was dying, and she wasn’t going to last much longer, even with the cybernetic enhancements she recieved from the Big Empty. She’d probably be able to see the Second Battle, and be able to fight through that if she was hyped up on enough Med-X, but not another month more.

That’s what she estimated, at least, until she saw the massive hooded figure approaching. Cotton had heard stories and seen pictures of a man in a dark robe, usually a skeleton, wielding a scythe, calling himself ‘Death’ or the ‘Grim Reaper.’  He would only appear to someone who was dying, and his job was to escort the souls of the dead to the underworld. 

Out of all the crazy religions that were out in the wasteland, she didn’t expect this particular legend to be real. She didn’t expect the only god out there to be Death. She forced herself up, vision spinning, and took her stand, clenching her fists. She’d be a fool to try and fight, because to fight Death would be to rush into his arms. No, there was only one thing you can say to Death when he comes for you.

“Not today,” she muttered weakly. She coughed a bit, then wiped the blood off her mouth “N-Not today!” She said this a bit louder. “Give me more time-- there’s still stuff I have to do here! I can’t die yet!”

♀: What is an AU you really want to play with your muse?

I sorta want to bring back that Legate Sam AU from ages ago as that was fun as heck but for something new, an AU

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spaaaaaace

❂ = wiping blood off their face .

Her nose wrinkled slightly and her eyes shut for a moment as he carefully swiped at the blood. It was always curious to her, just how careful Xarn could be, especially considering not five minutes ago he’d literally ripped apart a few of the raiders that had been stupid enough to attack them.