[She's got a good smile. He returns it with one of his own before turning his attention back to the road. Wouldn't be very suave to trip, would it, and besides... he's not sure if the little flashes of movement in his peripheral vision are hallucinations or cause for concern, just yet.
Probably the former. The hit he took before heading out would've knocked a lesser man right on his ass and kept him there 'til the world stopped fluctuating.]
I already told you about everything being irradiated to shit, yeah? Well, the Glowing Sea's the same, but dialed up to eleven. Ain't much alive out there. Only thing ever comes out of the Sea is rad storms and radscorpions.
[That's a lot of rads. Wastelanders aren't a very imaginative bunch when it comes to naming things, okay.]
[If there is something out there, she either hasn't noticed it yet or hasn't deemed it to be worth worrying over.
Not that she's a good judge of danger. This idiot has utterly fallen in love with that crazy rush of adrenaline only danger brings.]
Yes, you've mentioned that, sort of.
[Honestly, the science of radiation had been in it's infancy right when she died. She's never had a particularly scientific mind and so...she just barely understands what irradiated actually means.
Not...that she's going to admit that, though. Won't want him thinking she's stupid for not knowing something that seems so basic.]
Sounds like this place might actually be a step up from where you were when you were alive.
[She's teasing a little.]
I have no idea what a rad storm all entails but...I've seen enough hell storms to know they aren't exactly pretty, either.
[And then her head snaps the other direction. Christine hears something, out in the distance. Some kind of roar. Something that's probably big. Really big.
Something that's probably going to be fun terrifying.]
Oh, they're wild. Not fun for a smoothskin like you, but for someone like me...
[Ahhhh, that sounds like the kind of trouble they're looking for. He goes quiet, tapping Christine's shoulder to get her attention and putting a finger to his mouth. Plenty of time to talk later.
He indicates they should get off the road with a jerk of his chin and strikes out for the questionable cover of a rocky outcropping. The stone is yellow with sulfur deposits, and he's careful not to brush up against it as he crouches to sort through the bag.
Let's see, a sawed-off shotgun for himself, which he breaks to double-check it's loaded, ammo in his pockets...
He offers the 10mm pistol to Christine, grip first, along with an additional clip, speaking quietly.]
I don't think a knife is gonna cut it. Sounded big.
[Contrary to his actions, he doesn't sound worried. He sounds thrilled.]
[With that growl ringing in her ears, Christine's demeanor shifts slightly. The look in her eyes grows a bit darker. With those shining demon eyes, it's very difficult for her to hide her emotions. It's clear that yes, she's still having fun with this but now is not the time for laughing and odd conversations. She crouches down beside him, her footsteps practiced and quiet.
And then she stares at the offered gun. It's something that she wouldn't have thought twice about taking a few months ago. Her skills aren't the greatest with firearms, they're a little too loud for her tastes but she would have been an idiot to descend into this sweating pit without some knowledge of how to use them.
She takes it from him, along with the extra clip. The weight of the gun is familiar and it's strangely comforting but the next thoughts that swim through her head aren't. This town really likes to point out all the ways she's changed, how different she's become. When Erik had last known her, she would have shied away from even touching a knife, let alone a gun...
She can practically hear his voice being protective and parental about her current situation, not expecting her to be capable of handling such things. But...none of that really matters. Erik isn't here and even if he was...it probably still wouldn't stop her.
Christine looks up and spots some sort of tree-like growth.]
I'm going to fly up there and take a look. Sounded like it was close enough that I might be able to see it. Get an idea of what we're dealing with.
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Probably the former. The hit he took before heading out would've knocked a lesser man right on his ass and kept him there 'til the world stopped fluctuating.]
I already told you about everything being irradiated to shit, yeah? Well, the Glowing Sea's the same, but dialed up to eleven. Ain't much alive out there. Only thing ever comes out of the Sea is rad storms and radscorpions.
[That's a lot of rads. Wastelanders aren't a very imaginative bunch when it comes to naming things, okay.]
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Not that she's a good judge of danger. This idiot has utterly fallen in love with that crazy rush of adrenaline only danger brings.]
Yes, you've mentioned that, sort of.
[Honestly, the science of radiation had been in it's infancy right when she died. She's never had a particularly scientific mind and so...she just barely understands what irradiated actually means.
Not...that she's going to admit that, though. Won't want him thinking she's stupid for not knowing something that seems so basic.]
Sounds like this place might actually be a step up from where you were when you were alive.
[She's teasing a little.]
I have no idea what a rad storm all entails but...I've seen enough hell storms to know they aren't exactly pretty, either.
[And then her head snaps the other direction. Christine hears something, out in the distance. Some kind of roar. Something that's probably big. Really big.
Something that's probably going to be
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[Ahhhh, that sounds like the kind of trouble they're looking for. He goes quiet, tapping Christine's shoulder to get her attention and putting a finger to his mouth. Plenty of time to talk later.
He indicates they should get off the road with a jerk of his chin and strikes out for the questionable cover of a rocky outcropping. The stone is yellow with sulfur deposits, and he's careful not to brush up against it as he crouches to sort through the bag.
Let's see, a sawed-off shotgun for himself, which he breaks to double-check it's loaded, ammo in his pockets...
He offers the 10mm pistol to Christine, grip first, along with an additional clip, speaking quietly.]
I don't think a knife is gonna cut it. Sounded big.
[Contrary to his actions, he doesn't sound worried. He sounds thrilled.]
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And then she stares at the offered gun. It's something that she wouldn't have thought twice about taking a few months ago. Her skills aren't the greatest with firearms, they're a little too loud for her tastes but she would have been an idiot to descend into this sweating pit without some knowledge of how to use them.
She takes it from him, along with the extra clip. The weight of the gun is familiar and it's strangely comforting but the next thoughts that swim through her head aren't. This town really likes to point out all the ways she's changed, how different she's become. When Erik had last known her, she would have shied away from even touching a knife, let alone a gun...
She can practically hear his voice being protective and parental about her current situation, not expecting her to be capable of handling such things. But...none of that really matters. Erik isn't here and even if he was...it probably still wouldn't stop her.
Christine looks up and spots some sort of tree-like growth.]
I'm going to fly up there and take a look. Sounded like it was close enough that I might be able to see it. Get an idea of what we're dealing with.