His boots thump against the concrete as he lumbers onto the training grounds, the discharge of stun guns ripping through the air. By his side, Chauncey pads lazily, a massive hound that stood well above his waist. He scratches over his chest, a grimace spreading over his face, flashing glinting fangs for a moment as he looks at the shadow wolf, "Nice juicy steak says we get roped into some drill or another before we leave." He huffs and rolls his shoulders, his clothes straining as his muscles shift. Chauncey mimics his snort and licks her chops. He gets a sense of hunger from her in response. "Yeah, yeah. I'll feed you either way, ya ole brute. C'mon, let's go find Marie." He starts off, the beast in tow, in search of the blonde colonel.
It wouldn't take long to find the patently tanned though still distinctly Caucasian woman. She was overseeing the training runs, leaning against a couple crates and smoking a cigar as a trainee fell a few feet in front of her after being stunned. "Idiot." She mutters under her breath as she takes a deep puff and then exhales slowly. When the trainee finally recovered he looked at her with utter confusion as sweat poured from his forehead down his cheeks. "GET BACK IN THE MAZE OR MY BOOT WILL GO SQUARELY UP YOUR ASS!" Marie yells coarsely. The trainee didn't hesitate to flee back into the maze, more scared of the colonel than he was of being stunned painfully again.
She doesn't bother to turn her head to look at the approaching duo, though she does instinctively move to rest her hand over her side-arm: It seemed his animalistic charms had little, if any effect on the survivalist. "What do you and your mutt need from the military today? If you're trying to sell me something, fuck off, that's the third time today."
"Oh, nothin' much, Blondie. Just heard 'bout the recent operation. Thought I'd congratulate you on a job well done, thank you on another buncha raiders sent to hell." He eyes the hand on her gun and chuckles. "Ah, but don't have to be whippin' out your pistol to prove your manhood to me, Colonel. Chaunce and I know you're the toughest sons-of-bitch 'round here," he says with a slight smirk.
"If I was going to prove anything, you would know very briefly." Marie replied simply before taking another puff of her cigar and blowing the smoke through the air lazily. She takes the cigar out of her lips and taps some of the ashes off it before planting it firmly back between her lips. "If you suck any harder, I'll start hearing you slurp next. Skip the pleasantry nonsense of politics and business and cut straight to the climax: What are you and the pup doing here?"
He flashes a wolfish grin and leans up against some crates, looking back over the training grounds, "I've heard some shit about this Carolyn's squad that I've been assigned to. Ragtag bunch. Not to mention things are real tense right now. You don't have to be a genius to know someone's boot is about to drop and shit is gonna come crashin' down. We all know I got a pup to watch after. It does me no good to be livin' in some fool's paradise." He flicks his gaze back over to Colonel Black, looking her over, for a moment thinking it was a damn shame what had happened to her so long ago. Raiders really were the bane of this world. "I figured you were high enough to know things but not too high to have a stick up your ass."
"Right." Marie's eyes obtain a steely edge as she looks over the maze, listening to the nearby sounds of adults screaming in pain at being stunned over and over. There seemed to be little care for their pain in her eyes, as her voice quieted somewhat. "Well, I heard the Council is having a party, and some people are going to crash it. Now, I'm not much of a party girl, in case you haven't noticed already... Buuut... I don't stop my men from getting rambunctious. Worst case, I pretend I didn't know a thing, bake a fuckin' cake of lies, and force feed it to the pig sitting in his cushy little office chair." Her eyes look up toward the grey sky as her eyes close, though she was still more than ready to rip her pistol out of its holster at any moment. "... I heard it's a birthday party for a very special boy, with very unique... Characteristics. They're gonna organize at the big machine shop for mechs in the marketplace later this evening... I heard you're supposed to bring presents." For the first time, as her eyes open, her gaze wanders over to the man. "... Don't be cheap with them, and if you could remind Carolyn that mother expects her to be charitable, I'd really appreciate that. Otherwise, well..." She flicks her cigar to the ground and crushes it underneath her boot. "... Hell hath no fury..."
His tail flicks at hearing her words, concern beginning to run through him. Chauncey, who had settled down to lay, lifts her head, picking up on his emotions as it bleeds through the connection. He nods and tries to keep a cool expression, "So that's how it is. Knew shit was brewing." He scratches along his jaw, "Hell, I need to find a babysitter..." He looks at Marie Black and gets a small smirk, "You good with kids, Blondie?"
"Kids? Me? Brilliant fucking plan." This time, she blows smoke in his direction. "Though if you're going to a party, I'm sure I can keep an eye on your kid for you. Or hire a babysitter. I know a few good babysitters..."
"Would sure appreciate it," he grunts and blows the smoke away. "Shawna's a real good girl, shouldn't give you any hassle..." He taps his boots, readjusting on his feet and stretching, "We should get a drink sometime, Blondie. Maybe with some nice steakburgers. I'm sure you've got some shit to shoot when you aren't busy kicking some ass into line."
"Sure, sure, maybe when Brucey can time a BBQ for once in his life." She chuckles and shakes her head. "Get going."
Xavier nods and waves, "Catch ya later, pup in tow." He starts off and looks down at Chauncey, "Damn, guess I owe you a rare one." He makes a face as he picks at his teeth, "Let's hope this party will be worth it, tonight." In the back of his mind he knew that things were going on, that if you weren't involved somehow, you were going to be hurting. He was just hoping he was going to be on the right side at the end of the day. He was mostly thankful to the Colonel, though. He knew Shawna would be safe in her care regardless of what he was getting into tonight. She was one tough bitch.
It wouldn't take long to find the patently tanned though still distinctly Caucasian woman. She was overseeing the training runs, leaning against a couple crates and smoking a cigar as a trainee fell a few feet in front of her after being stunned. "Idiot." She mutters under her breath as she takes a deep puff and then exhales slowly. When the trainee finally recovered he looked at her with utter confusion as sweat poured from his forehead down his cheeks. "GET BACK IN THE MAZE OR MY BOOT WILL GO SQUARELY UP YOUR ASS!" Marie yells coarsely. The trainee didn't hesitate to flee back into the maze, more scared of the colonel than he was of being stunned painfully again.
She doesn't bother to turn her head to look at the approaching duo, though she does instinctively move to rest her hand over her side-arm: It seemed his animalistic charms had little, if any effect on the survivalist. "What do you and your mutt need from the military today? If you're trying to sell me something, fuck off, that's the third time today."
"Oh, nothin' much, Blondie. Just heard 'bout the recent operation. Thought I'd congratulate you on a job well done, thank you on another buncha raiders sent to hell." He eyes the hand on her gun and chuckles. "Ah, but don't have to be whippin' out your pistol to prove your manhood to me, Colonel. Chaunce and I know you're the toughest sons-of-bitch 'round here," he says with a slight smirk.
"If I was going to prove anything, you would know very briefly." Marie replied simply before taking another puff of her cigar and blowing the smoke through the air lazily. She takes the cigar out of her lips and taps some of the ashes off it before planting it firmly back between her lips. "If you suck any harder, I'll start hearing you slurp next. Skip the pleasantry nonsense of politics and business and cut straight to the climax: What are you and the pup doing here?"
He flashes a wolfish grin and leans up against some crates, looking back over the training grounds, "I've heard some shit about this Carolyn's squad that I've been assigned to. Ragtag bunch. Not to mention things are real tense right now. You don't have to be a genius to know someone's boot is about to drop and shit is gonna come crashin' down. We all know I got a pup to watch after. It does me no good to be livin' in some fool's paradise." He flicks his gaze back over to Colonel Black, looking her over, for a moment thinking it was a damn shame what had happened to her so long ago. Raiders really were the bane of this world. "I figured you were high enough to know things but not too high to have a stick up your ass."
"Right." Marie's eyes obtain a steely edge as she looks over the maze, listening to the nearby sounds of adults screaming in pain at being stunned over and over. There seemed to be little care for their pain in her eyes, as her voice quieted somewhat. "Well, I heard the Council is having a party, and some people are going to crash it. Now, I'm not much of a party girl, in case you haven't noticed already... Buuut... I don't stop my men from getting rambunctious. Worst case, I pretend I didn't know a thing, bake a fuckin' cake of lies, and force feed it to the pig sitting in his cushy little office chair." Her eyes look up toward the grey sky as her eyes close, though she was still more than ready to rip her pistol out of its holster at any moment. "... I heard it's a birthday party for a very special boy, with very unique... Characteristics. They're gonna organize at the big machine shop for mechs in the marketplace later this evening... I heard you're supposed to bring presents." For the first time, as her eyes open, her gaze wanders over to the man. "... Don't be cheap with them, and if you could remind Carolyn that mother expects her to be charitable, I'd really appreciate that. Otherwise, well..." She flicks her cigar to the ground and crushes it underneath her boot. "... Hell hath no fury..."
His tail flicks at hearing her words, concern beginning to run through him. Chauncey, who had settled down to lay, lifts her head, picking up on his emotions as it bleeds through the connection. He nods and tries to keep a cool expression, "So that's how it is. Knew shit was brewing." He scratches along his jaw, "Hell, I need to find a babysitter..." He looks at Marie Black and gets a small smirk, "You good with kids, Blondie?"
"Kids? Me? Brilliant fucking plan." This time, she blows smoke in his direction. "Though if you're going to a party, I'm sure I can keep an eye on your kid for you. Or hire a babysitter. I know a few good babysitters..."
"Would sure appreciate it," he grunts and blows the smoke away. "Shawna's a real good girl, shouldn't give you any hassle..." He taps his boots, readjusting on his feet and stretching, "We should get a drink sometime, Blondie. Maybe with some nice steakburgers. I'm sure you've got some shit to shoot when you aren't busy kicking some ass into line."
"Sure, sure, maybe when Brucey can time a BBQ for once in his life." She chuckles and shakes her head. "Get going."
Xavier nods and waves, "Catch ya later, pup in tow." He starts off and looks down at Chauncey, "Damn, guess I owe you a rare one." He makes a face as he picks at his teeth, "Let's hope this party will be worth it, tonight." In the back of his mind he knew that things were going on, that if you weren't involved somehow, you were going to be hurting. He was just hoping he was going to be on the right side at the end of the day. He was mostly thankful to the Colonel, though. He knew Shawna would be safe in her care regardless of what he was getting into tonight. She was one tough bitch.