Mage watched Sora leave, nodding her approval. She wasn't going to have an arguement... hopefully. She didn't know how vodka affected the body straight. She knew her mother made small drinks to ease her to sleep on stress, but this guy was almost chugging it down. If only she had a better idea of how the body responded to the stimuli of booze.
.... that was half-*ssed. If I was trying, or had known sooner, I would have a notebook paper all thought out xD
Mage groaned irritably. "Here, you shoot a gun by squeezing this trigger. Now go practice your aim on the Sasprilla bottles out back." She turned back to her boozy, firm.
When the hell was this discussed about?! oAo Let's please not spam here too, make it a solid rp ouo username: sora is cute name: Eden, though keeps many other names. Dog is an insult, so do not even try. age: 15 appearance: A girl with almost black hair, but in the light is brown and a natural red-ish. She is very proud of her hair. Her glasses are brown, keeping her near-sightedness in check. Her eyes are a deep brown, mostly nuetral. Her skin is a very pale hispanic tan-natural. She wears a thick red sweater that keeps her warm, protecting the right pocket. Wearing her normal "reading is for awesome people" no sleeve in case for a tempature change. Her black cargos have a few pockets, and two bangles to make the pants capri's. They jingle as she move. She wears converse, to keep her feet comfy and her movement practical. She keeps her house key necklace in her sweater- to avoid loud jingles. weapon: her mechanical pencil(left sweater pocket), house key(neck), and legs. Arms are saved for defending, but will throw punches. She is not a skilled fighter. history: Known to be very proud, she will be very upset if you bruise that pride. Very tolerant, she will only remain hostile if suspicious or if you drive her patience. Dealt with many odd people, and knows how to at least help depression, bipolar, autism, and many other mental conditions. Been a bit depressed, and seems as if heavy. Now that her world is soon to die, she may become more depressed, but she will try to keep sane. "I am the Peacekeeper; what kind of person would I be if I didn't at least keep THAT promise?"
ooc: Trudy *nods* bic: Mage re-wrapped the slave scarf around her head, keeping herself warm. She grumbled loudly against the boozies, but she was a nuetral chick- sides were strictly prohibited. She watched them, taking out a bottle of purified water. She was about to drink it- but wait, what was that? "You, underage boozy, with me. Now, please."
"Y-Yeah... I'm just very hungry." Mage sighed. She would figure out something.
yelling at Sora to grow a pair xD
"Trust me, its fresher then Pre-War Sugar Bombs cereal. We'll get something to clean out the rads later." Mage chuckled. "I've had dog meat in this land, so no worry."
Ashir seemed to lighten, grinning. --- "I... uh... Sorry, I haven't done much. I mostly traveled. Let's head back into the saloon and grab some grub. Squirrel stew? Or grilled gecko?" Mage asked, heading back into the saloon. "The ropes are, know how to shoot a gun, shoot people shooting at you, and survive."
Mage brought Sora outside, casting a fiery purple portal. "VEL will get them. She should be on the other side."
"I-I wasn't... I wouldn't ever..." Mage was obviously trying to keep self-control, by biting her lip. She was pale compared to her already white skin, she was starving thin and weak. The two pure hearts she had eaten were back with Belle and Jasmine, meaning her stomach was as vacant as space.
Mage's stiff form eased, what a relief! "I'm sorry to say this... but you smell very good." Her gaze shifted to the floor, guilty.
Mage walked up to Sora, giving a final snuff. "Sorry, sorry. I told you this world was dangerous. I mean, who knows, he could be hanging around boozies and drinking Pre-War Hard Liquor. This world will harden you. Don't allow it to break you though. We better get the young ones out of here before they see the horrible things of this world.
Mage looked at Xenree and Renee, watching for the mark on their hands. "Xenree, do you have the mark? Is it still there?"
Mage clasped onto Renee, though it slightly burned. She sniffed the air, catching the whiff of a great pure heart. She bit her lip, keeping control. "I-I'm sorry."
...... Did I just shock you or what? XDDD
Mage felt a chill, it was getting cold. Very cold, and she needed new clothes. Her coat was given to Xone, and her face was exposed to any light. It would burn.
ooc: We can head to a certain world for the holidays xD
"Sora, grow a pair! We have to live on our own, kill a few DeathClaws and other damn f*ckers! Powder Gangers, NCR, Ceaser's Legion... All those damn b*st*rds!" Mage needed soap in her mouth, badly. Her entire character had changed.
Mage watched the drunks, annoyed. "Stupid idiots." she mumbled. Her ear twitched, catching one yound voice. "Wait, who's the underage drinker?! You drunk f*ckers better tell me or I'll burn your boozed butts with my Incinerator!" her fist pounded into the table. "You with the Vodka, that's heavy stuff... Call me Pre-War fashioned but are you underage?"
