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 ATOM TO ADAM, ERIS AND TEMPERANCE
ERIS
 Posted: Jun 14 2015, 12:35 AM
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MILITANT
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Thief/Mercenary
LUKE
9 POSTS

Never Stop for Golden Apples


ERIS
黒でビッチ



like 2 or something
Reflections are God's way of saying 'Fuck you'.
It was the best chance she had and while that wasn’t saying much in reality; it was more than she’d had in a good, long while. There were invisible lines, drawn all over the Mojave – crisscrossing like longitude and latitude – drawn by the ever watchful hand of Weishaupt. Every day they closed in, closer and closer to tying her down and strangling her – every minute she didn’t outmaneuver him was a minute that could and almost certainly would be used against her. The Hellhounds weren’t the best of company, that much was obvious but fuck it – they were at least paying. An asshole who paid was always better than an asshole who didn’t. Though she did have to wonder at the intelligence behind any of this, how smart she was actually being. Sure – it seemed like a surefire way to make a quick buck and get in good with La Familia, but did the reward really outweigh the risk? Staring off into the distance – she watched the swirling clouds over Death Valley – she watched the lightning and witnessed the claps of thunder. This wasn’t gonna end well, no matter which way she sliced it.

“Eris!” Time to go to work then. Turning to look at the man calling her, she wandered over from the cliff she stood on – trying not to notice how she never heard the rocks strike the bottom when she brushed them off with her steps. There was a motley assortment of people. Hellhounds dealing with paperwork and a variety of either new recruits or people the commander just didn’t like very much offloading weapons and handing them over to Cartel soldiers. “Eris, you’re going with.” She’d already figured that, gave the commander the slightest of nods.

Apparently, her reaction was noteworthy. “No bitchfit from the Vegas girl?” She scoffed. “Hardly. Why the fuck do you think I came all the way out here? I knew you weren’t paying me for the drive.” In some small, recessed part of her – that was exactly what Eris had been hoping for. The relationship was already a rocky one – the Hellhounds were mercs themselves, not very well known for taking on other mercenaries as auxiliaries but she’d given them a convincing argument. ‘If I die, you don’t lose any of your own men.’ Dour, but fuck – it worked.

The job was simple enough – pick up a weapons shipment, deliver them to the rendezvous and then someone from the Hellhounds would go with the Cartel down to Tijuana to make sure everything arrived safe and secure. Glancing out at Death Valley, Eris knew it was going to be anything but simple. The weather itself was going to be a plenty large problem – not to mention any earthquakes that decided to crop up. So far though, the Valley had been silent on that front for months. Hopefully her bad-luck wouldn’t bring about another earth-shatteringly ridiculous apocalypse.

“You sure you’re up for it? Cartel said they were attacked on the way here by raiders. Probably Savages.” Eris shook her head, a small smile playing at her lips. “No way Lilith would send her people this far west when she can raid V.S.F. shipments free of charge. Especially not for this paltry sum, it’s Reavers; guns and flesh.”

“You willing to bet your life on that?”

“It’s not a bet.” She had to give it to him, he didn’t get flustered. He only gave her the smallest of nods and turning back over his shoulder – he shouted something in Spanish to one of the Cartel guys before waving over someone else. “Temperance! Get your ass over here. Meet your partner.”

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TEMPERANCE
 Posted: Jun 20 2015, 04:05 PM
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SURVIVOR
N/A
JACK OF ALL TRADES
HOBOSAUR
6 POSTS

Take Your Flame, Ignite the World


TEMPERANCE
The Beast



c:
FOUND THE MORNING LIQUOUR, FOUND THE MORNING LIGHT

Jagged, the land lay before him in twisted dunes of dirt and heat. The thermal waves rose off the bleached sand, sparking sweat to collect at the base of his neck beneath the protective canvas jacket he wore. There were others too, no doubt feeling the same uncomfortable forbearance of the sun’s rays against flesh as they stood under hot afternoon sun. With squinted eyes he surveyed them all with silence, all of them Hellhounds in their own right but strangers all the same. Since he started work with the Hellhounds he rarely saw the same face twice, whether that was by workplace hazards or the secretive nature of merc work it didn’t surprise him one bit.

Above the horizon where Death Valley truly sprawled out, a storm churned. The dark clouds were angry, marbled with brilliant white flashes and sending the rumble of thunder reverberating through the canyons. No rain had fallen, leaving the ground beneath the storm dark like an ocean storm whose waves had yet to crash to shore. In the air, sharp contrasts of heat and rain were akin to molten steel quenched by ice water, sudden and hissing to the senses.

Be here, this time, no questions, was how these jobs usually came about. You hesitated, and you were out. Temperance had been packing to head to Sloan for a change in scenery when he got word there was work. Out in Death Valley, where the blue sky boiled above hot sand, where deals were established that never made it out of the sharp rocks. To call it no man’s land was a lie, if anything the apocalypse had made it a traveling highway of sorts, where footsteps were blown away and voices were never heard. Temperance thought it smart, and knew something of decent caliber was going to be happening if such a large pool of Hellhounds were being pulled for service.

A steely eyed man, Spanish in decent was barking orders, explaining the score and what he expected of them. From what he gathered it was an escort mission, they were hired to get from point A to point B without causalities and with the cargo safe and sound. He had done one of these before, though much smaller scale, just a run from one town to the next with a shipment of homemade hooch to impress the Vegas folk and turn a bigger profit.

Most of the other mercs were silent, save for a woman who exchanged banter with the commander. Vegas girl, the commander called her. Temperance couldn’t help the slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Eris, a name he had never heard before though that wasn’t uncommon working with Hellhounds. She seemed to be all too familiar with the set-up, reckless almost in her resolve. He wondered if she was an outside contractor, someone the Hellhounds called but couldn’t put a leash on.

“Temperance! Get your ass over here. Meet your partner.”

It surprised him; he glanced from the commander to Eris with mute hesitation before stepping away from the group and walking towards the two. He heard quiet talk from behind him; no doubt Hellhounds who were more entitled than him felt they got cheated out of a prime role. It was ignored; of course, he wouldn’t get anywhere if he cared what others thought of him.

“Looking forwards to working with you.” Was all he said, tone low without a bit of sarcasm as he put his hand out in formal greeting. She looked like she could handle herself, and Temperance was in no place to judge. As long as the job got done, he wasn’t going to complain.
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ERIS
 Posted: Jun 26 2015, 04:17 PM
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MILITANT
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Thief/Mercenary
LUKE
9 POSTS

Never Stop for Golden Apples


ERIS
黒でビッチ



like 2 or something
Reflections are God's way of saying 'Fuck you'.
“You never SAID shit about having to work with someone.” A cliché to be sure but one Eris damn well wasn’t gonna budge on. She didn’t work with people well, she never had. A skillset as specific as hers needed room to breathe, not be bogged down by the potential of having to save someone else’s skin. She could barely take care of herself, how the fuck did he expect her to watch someone else’s back too. And what sort of fucking name is ‘Temperance’? She didn’t bother giving him a glance as he walked over, just as stony quiet as she was. The commander said nothing, watching her reaction when the man spoke to her, a simple greeting which she didn’t return – tilting her head at the commander. She wasn’t going to justify her disinterest in the other with a glance. “I don’t work well with having to protect someone.” Her voice was flat – it left little room for argument and yet she knew she was gonna have one on her hands.

“You won’t have to protect him. Temperance is fully capable of protecting himself. I’m not sending you off in a vehicle headed by Cartel and loaded with expensive weaponry without one of my guys going with you. If you think that, you’re out of your fucking mind.” Finally letting the charade dropped, she stared at the newcomer – a sigh on her breath. It was a battle lost. She could be as stubborn as she wanted but she knew if she pushed too much farther, he’d send her packing without anything at all. Godfuckingdamnit.

Taking his hand, she gave it the smallest of shakes. “Eris. No last name. I don’t speak any Spanish so I hope to God you do.” And with that, she marched off – making a beeline for the cartel transport. Let’s just get this over with.


She was not a fan of Death Valley. Even with the air conditioner the cartel had somehow managed to get working at full-blast, she could feel sweat bead on her forehead, drip in small rivers down the length of her neck. The strangest part of it to her was the overcast sky, the lack of a burning sun five feet from her fucking face. It was like a microwave, the clouds just forcing the heat down. Sweltering didn’t even come close. She’d shed her jacket 40 minutes ago, sitting in nothing but her pants, boots and wifebeater – curled into the passenger seat.

No way in fuck was she gonna be responsible for driving this heap. Other cartel transports surrounded them but they were in the big one. Big and fucking slow, a huge goddamn neon sign exclaiming ‘hey! Kill us for free stuff!’ Reaching forward, she twisted the knob for the A/C farther to the left – praying for even slightly colder air but the fan was maxed and she cursed under her breath before sitting back, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead.

“You ever been to Tijuana before?” The silence was deafening and Eris had never been good at not talking about something. Anything to engage her, keep her from letting herself fall into the depths of memory. She had spent too long on her own, unengaged with the world. She didn’t talk to people because she didn’t like people but when the chance was granted, she knew she should take it. Even if it was a man who seemed as quiet as she usually was. Jagged, haggard landscape passed her by through the thin-shield of her window and she watched with a strange sort of fascination. The utter annihilation of this place. “I’ve always wanted to go.” She smiled to her faint reflection in the glass. “Heard lots of things about that place. Cartel controls the entire city but they’re actually not as terrible as everyone seems to think they are. I mean they’re a gang, sure but they’re not the Reavers, y’know? They’re not the Savages. Regular people living out their lives. Sometimes there are shortages on food or water but they make do. No one is starving in the gutters. The Baja Cartel is brutal to be sure to its enemies but they take good care of their own.” It took her a few moments to realize that she was babbling to a complete stranger who probably already thought her to be either a massive bitch or just nuts. Neither is far off the money.

“So…what sort of name is Temperance anyway? You one of those religious weirdos from that bunker?”

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TEMPERANCE
 Posted: Jul 11 2015, 10:57 PM
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SURVIVOR
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JACK OF ALL TRADES
HOBOSAUR
6 POSTS

Take Your Flame, Ignite the World


TEMPERANCE
The Beast



c:
FOUND THE MORNING LIQUOUR, FOUND THE MORNING LIGHT


Temperance barely heard what she said, instead he was focused on the space behind her, where her dark shadow was slashed across the bleached dust. He looked around as nonchalantly as he could muster, even though his heart was beginning to thud against the walls of his chest and his spine was gripped in the icy clutches of sudden, screaming anxiety.

The shadows of the Hellhounds around him seemed to shudder, rising from the dust and stretching upwards to casually shatter the laws of reality. The edges of his vision shook, a fish eye lens as if he stood on the highest building and it was crumbling around him. He knew they weren't seeing what he was, and if they knew the job, and effectively his career, would be written off in an instant.

In the Coven, the episodes were much more sinister. absence of light suddenly springing to life were nothing compared to what lurked in the shadows of his childhood. These were nothing more than puppets of an even bigger gloom that had chased him his whole life. The trigger was unknown, but the eyeless sockets that leered at him as the devil on his back clawed at his throat was an unwelcome truth even now.

His ears rang painfully as he made his way to the truck.

Eris no last name didn't like him, or didn't like working with him, it was one or all of the above. In general, the dislike was almost palpable and the handshake she returned was nothing more than a humoring of his initial gesture to get the commander off her back. It didn't bother him, especially with the threat of losing his mind in front of the commander and most of his peers looming as a real possibility.

Getting into the truck was a blur, the process of starting and getting the heap of metal moving nothing more than muscle memory. Temperance's knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel, his gaze trained in front of him to avoid looking behind him.

“You ever been to Tijuana before?”

Temperance glanced over at her, surprised she was even up for conversation. His eyes lingered on her, drifting to the reflection of her face that glared back at him, eyeless and gaunt.

"No." He replied, though not loud enough for her to hear. His throat closed up as soon as he went to speak, the word coming out as a dry, forced croak. His grip on the steering wheel only tightened as she continued, the ac blasting out cool air with a labored whine from the fan motors.

“So…what sort of name-"

The whine of the fan motors suddenly became louder, changing the intensity and tone to a constant stream of the same ringing in his ears.

"is Temperance anyway?"

The vehicle in front of him accelerated, the constant upheaval of dust and rock kicking up from the back tires. His vision swam once more, and the dust twisted into a snarling maw lurching back from the tire treads to swallow them whole.

"You one of those religious weirdos from that bunker?”

He shook his head almost in irritation, looking over at her pleadingly before the car in front of them belched a cloud of black smoke from the tailpipe, the viscous smoke swirling into a flock of screeching black birds with oily feathers.

As their shining bodies hit the windshield, splattering oil and grime across the pitted glass, he swerved the wheel the avoid the main flock, their cacophony making his brain feel as though it was on fire. To Eris, it probably looked like he was trying to kill both of them, and the cargo vehicle was headed straight for the said demise in the form of the left escort vehicle's quarter panel.
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ERIS
 Posted: Aug 18 2015, 10:15 PM
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MILITANT
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LUKE
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Never Stop for Golden Apples


ERIS
黒でビッチ



like 2 or something
Reflections are God's way of saying 'Fuck you'.
To say her companion was a man of few words was a drastic understatement. Eris could deal with it, hell – she was typically of the same temperament most of the time except for when the silence pressed into so deep, she could feel it forming bruises. There was a difference between simply ignoring the other person and being at a loss for words and Eris could sense that she was probably dealing with the latter. The word wasn’t meant for her ears or perhaps it was and it just came out strangled but at the weak answer he gave to her question, she nodded only partially; her keen hearing more than capable of picking out the single syllable. There was an edge to the air, an electricity that felt distinctly wrong – like a universe on the edge of either creation or annihilation. Glancing at the man, she could see the fear – the distress painting him like he was nothing more than some sick sort of mausoleum. Familiarity breeds contempt. Eris was very familiar with that sort of look. How long had Weishaupt attempted to drive her to that same place? Into that darkness that held no differentiation between reality and dream? “Hey…” Her touch was immeasurably gentle as she reached over, brushing her fingertips along the length of his forearm. “Hey…Temperance – you need to calm down, come ba…” She was cut off.

The hard lurch to the side knocked her hard into the seat-divider, her hip straining at a protesting angle as they barreled towards another vehicle – drivers laying into their horns all around them. Unsnapping the belt with a half-screamed grunt, she shifted over practically into his lap; pushing his hands from the wheel and kicking his foot off the gas while mashing down on the brake with her own. Wrenching the wheel back over, the shock of hitting something sent a painful jolt throughout the transport; the metal rattling dangerously. Screeching like the devil itself roared through the cabin – shrill and chalky.

Rolling to a stop as the caravan slowed around them; Eris spared no time. It wasn’t a pleasant idea but what else could she do? Shifting back into her own seat, she was quick to draw her pistol – giving the other man a meaningful look before pressing the barrel to the edge of her arm and firing, the bullet ripping a deep gash through her and piercing the glass, red spattering onto the cracked plate. Gritting her teeth, she gave him a single nod. Only witness. Throwing the door open, she stumbled out – holding onto the wound and screaming at the other men. “Shooter! There’s a shooter!” Moving to take cover behind another transport – she waved Temperance over as the field became a whirlwind of activity, rifles shouldered and ready and waiting for the battle she predicted.

“Before you say anything, I’ve been there.” Her voice was small, tightened with pain as she unwound an ace-bandage passed to her from one of the drivers. “Can you tie this for me?” Shucking the leather jacket from her shoulders – she turned the wound towards Temperance with a half-smile. “Go along with it. We took a few precursor rounds, one of them clipped me. I can keep them from knowing this time but you have got to pull it together or this is bust before it’s even fucking begun.” She said, her locked with his. She could hear others, hear the shouting of orders in Spanish. But there was something passed that, something over it and behind it. In the distance, she could hear that faint hum of engines. A lot more engines. No fucking way… Turning slightly on her heel to peek around the back of the transport, she watched as Reaver jeeps poured out from over a far-off sand-dune. Shouting and hollering and screaming – rifles and molotovs hefted high.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”[b] Pulling away from the edge, she glanced at Temperance. [b]“Do you think the cartel will care if their men survive as long as the guns get there?”


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