Marisol The Huntress

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Marisol let out a sigh of relief, and was very impressed with Ana’s quick thinking. Marisol couldn’t talk her way out of a paper bag so being partnered up with someone who did was a nice change of pace. “Boss just told us to lock the doors.” One of the Omerta goons replied back, “You guys didn’t try very hard” Marisol replied under her breath. “I’m going to duck into the bathroom and try and patch myself up, then maybe we can…I don’t know think of something.” She said giving Ana a fake optimistic smile. This whole mess was very new to Marisol as she’d never had to deal with ‘human’ affairs all that often, with the NCR/Brotherhood thing being the soul exception. It all confused her a little to be quite frank.

Marisol walked into the casino, gamblers and ncr civilians continued to play their games while all hell broke loose outside. “Typical.” Marisol scoffed walking to the opposite end of the casino floor and making a turn down a long hallway, and stepped into a large public bathroom. Marisol leaned on one of the sinks for a second to quite her mind, eventually the silence was broken by the zipper of her jacket echoing through the empty restroom. Marisol tossed it over an adjacent sink and unwrapped her makeshift bandage. It was bloody, throbing, and relatively unpleasent to look at but, Marisol had seen worse. She ran water over it and cleaned it up as much as she could without proper medical supplies. Marisol fumbeled around in the pack attached to the back of her belt and pulled out a hooked and some wire, tying it off on the hook. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch…” Marisol rolled up the part of her shirt she had used as a bandage and put it in her mouth biting down as the hook slid through her skin, a muffeled shout once again broke the silence of the bathroom.

Ana nodded as Marisol ducked out to attend to her injury, “If you need any assistance just holler for me…” she said, trying to be supportive, even though it seemed that Marisol needed to do this alone. Soon enough she was by herself, with a number of Omertas looking at her awkwardly. Adding onto this sense of strangeness was the fact that she definitely recognized a few of them as former clients. They avoided eye contact with her, definitely made more uncomfortable about it then she was. Ana had more or less gotten over the awkwardness associated with the profession that she had found herself in here among the profligates. She kept calling those around her by the Legion phrase, even though it was feeling less and less valid day by day, in order to keep an sense of distance from the people that she was around.

In reality, she was feeling more at home here than she ever had with the Legion, which was not hard to do. Back across the river she had no respect or power, here she could do what she wanted within reason, and she wasn’t treated like dirt. Her whole life she more or less lived as a Legion slave, though she always fault, which was the only reason she had been lucky enough to get out of the camps. She wasn’t even a real Frumentarii, she could never be, but calling herself that made her feel a bit better about her life.

She had enough of the stares soon enough, and stalked off towards the bar, more for a place to sit than anything else really. The bartender, a familiar face due to the drinking habit she had picked up, but she waved him away, things were too intense to drink right now, even though it might have been a nice way to take the edge off.

Marisol leaned against the sink breathing deeply, she was finally finished and had the stitches wrapped. “Man, this is ridiculous…” she said to herself looking at the dirty mirror, its grungy reflection betraying how she actually looked. Marisol zipped up her jacket and walked out of the bathroom. The Omertas were ushering people in again as it appeared the fighting had come to a close and all was “right” in the world again. It almost felt like it does when a huge storm comes to an end and the rain slowly comes to a stop as the sun breaks through the clouds. If rain involved gunfire and blood of course.

She stepped into the bar and ordered a quick drink. “Thanks Ana, can I call you Ana? Anyways thanks for all your help out there, not sure what would have happened when we walked in if you didn’t talk em down.” She downed the drink she ordered and slid the empty glass and caps for it cross the bar. Marisol slung her rucksack over onto her back “I’ll see you around, try not to get into to much trouble until I head back through here again.” she laughed, she wasn’t sure calling her a friend would be correct, more like a comrade…either way Marisol was grateful for her aid. It only proved that the Brotherhood wasn’t always right, some people could be trusted and could help. She gave her a wave as she headed outside the Gomorrah and down the strip,  Hidden valley was calling. Unfortunately.

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Ana stumbled slightly as the door gave way and they managed to get inside Gomorrah, but she quickly regained her footing and composure. Now was the fun part, staring down the barrels of a slew of Omerta guns. Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire. She was still holding her pistol, but not aiming it at anything in particular. A quick glance towards Marisol revealed that the other woman’s people skills were not as developed as Ana’s, she gave her companion a reassuring smile, and murmured, “Follow my lead..” She smiled at the Omertas, profligate scum that they were, and placed her gun back in its holster. She held up her hands to show that she didn’t intend on attacking. “Cool your jets now guys..” she said slowly, eying each of the Omertas carefully. “We’re on the same side here, we’re just two ladies looking for some shelter from the big bad fight outside…”

It should be duly noted that Ana was well aware of her womanly wiles. In her line of work, she had to know how and when to play the innocent card, and now was one of those moments. The Omertas looked at each other as if trying to come to some sort of consensus, taking quick glances over towards the two ladies. After what seemed to be forever, they finally lowered their weapons, having decided that the two women were no real threat. Ana smiled at them, her practiced innocent sex kitten smile, “Thanks boys. Any idea what’s going on?”

Marisol let out a sigh of relief, and was very impressed with Ana’s quick thinking. Marisol couldn’t talk her way out of a paper bag so being partnered up with someone who did was a nice change of pace. “Boss just told us to lock the doors.” One of the Omerta goons replied back, “You guys didn’t try very hard” Marisol replied under her breath. “I’m going to duck into the bathroom and try and patch myself up, then maybe we can…I don’t know think of something.” She said giving Ana a fake optimistic smile. This whole mess was very new to Marisol as she’d never had to deal with ‘human’ affairs all that often, with the NCR/Brotherhood thing being the soul exception. It all confused her a little to be quite frank.

Marisol walked into the casino, gamblers and ncr civilians continued to play their games while all hell broke loose outside. “Typical.” Marisol scoffed walking to the opposite end of the casino floor and making a turn down a long hallway, and stepped into a large public bathroom. Marisol leaned on one of the sinks for a second to quite her mind, eventually the silence was broken by the zipper of her jacket echoing through the empty restroom. Marisol tossed it over an adjacent sink and unwrapped her makeshift bandage. It was bloody, throbing, and relatively unpleasent to look at but, Marisol had seen worse. She ran water over it and cleaned it up as much as she could without proper medical supplies. Marisol fumbeled around in the pack attached to the back of her belt and pulled out a hooked and some wire, tying it off on the hook. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch…” Marisol rolled up the part of her shirt she had used as a bandage and put it in her mouth biting down as the hook slid through her skin, a muffeled shout once again broke the silence of the bathroom.

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Ana watched as Marisol began her run towards Gomorrah, she had never been a fan of that shrine to excess, but it was the only plan that she could come up with. She watched Marisol carefully, making sure to cover the other woman as she ran. As soon as the coast was clear, she followed after her, running from the bus where they had taken shelter to the awing of the lit-up palace of sin. “Fucking profligate central…” she murmured as she approached the bright building. As she reached where Marisol stood, she paused for a bit to survey the scene ahead of her. The robots, raiders, and the legionaries were still fighting with each other, though now that the attackers had gotten to the strip the girls from Gomorrah who cruised the strip were caught up in the crossfire. She would be lying if she didn’t say that there wasn’t a little bit of enjoyment from watching her competition, ones she looked down on, getting hurt. Sure, there was a bit of her that felt bad, but she had always particularly disliked the girls from Gomorrah.

She turned back to Marisol, nodding at her, “Who knows… its not like the Omertas are saints in any way either..” She shook her head, approaching the door to attempt to ram it open along with Marisol. “Okay.. one… two… three..”

The door gave way with a slight bit of resistance suggesting it was only slightly locked. There were only a few Omertas int the entrance and the two startled them. Marisol slammed the doors behind her and turned towards them. “We don’t want any trouble!” Marisol said quickly, but the Omertas still had their guns aimed at them. “We’re not raiders or anythig we’re not going to ran sack you casino!”

Marisol looked over at Ana, she wasn’t sure what to do, her gun was out and she’d need a distraction or someone to talk them down, Marisol didn’t run into people often and was never sure how to act around them. So completely out of her element she tossed the spot light on to Ana hoping she could get them out of this situation. ‘maybe I should be a shut in’ Marisol randomly thought to herself, swallowing hard.

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“Who knows what these assholes have in mind…” Ana replied as she ducked down with Marisol. She really meant the raiders, but seeming like she hated the Legion as well was to her advantage. “We didn’t do shit to them, the people in Freeside don’t deserve this bullshit.” She sighed briefly, more and more she had started to care about her little community a bit. As far as she was concerned the NCR wasn’t doing anything for the people of Freeside, and she knew that the Legion would do no better by them if the situation was reversed. As Marisol began shooting, Ana took out her own, mainly useless pistol, and loaded it, firing off a few shots towards some raiders, mostly as a scare tactic.

“That’s a good idea, but I don’t see anyone but raider scum and those securitrons around..” she frowned slightly, using a moment of quiet to take a look around. The bulky robots were all atwitter, chasing the raiders and legionaries, their robotic voices shouting above the din of gunfire. She ducked back down to look at Marisol, “I think if we run we can make it towards Gomorrah, no idea if we can get n though.” She let off another shot, more carefully this time, hitting one of the raiders who was daring to venture closer to them in the arm. Fucking profligates.

“Nice shot“ Marisol said and nodding in agreance in what she said earlier. ‘freeside never does, they are always just caught in the crossfire.’ She thought stanging again and holstering her empty pistol. “Gomorrah…this is gonna be interesting” Marisol half joked, as she looked over and saw Ana was right they could make it, but Marisol scanned for a window they could break through just incase those Omerta assholes locked the front door, no such luck. ”Chances are their doors are lock, if that’s the case I’m gonna need your help getting in, with my arm like this it’ll take the two of us to bust it open…” Marisol hoped she wasn’t underestimating their locking system…if it was indeed locked.

Marisol gave Ana a readied look and dashed out first making it half way before a Securitron missile almost loped off her head. Luckily she was not it’s target but it left her jarred little as she ran much slower to the front door of the Gomorrah. The Raiders were all preoccupied and it wouldn’t be hard for Ana to make it across, but Marisol wasn’t really worried about the Raiders, they don’t have a stratagy. Their attack pattern was a mess and the securitrons were taking them out extremely easily. The Legion however, she senesed had a much more sinister and mastermind role in all of this. Marisol gave Ana a thumbs up for her to dash acrossed as well. “Let’s hope the Omertas don’t have something to do with this…” Marisol said to herself, distrubed by the dark thought.

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Anastasia listened to Marisol as they walked. She wasn’t sure how she even felt about the NCR in general. She was taught to hate them, and she still saw how much negativity they brought to the wasteland, but the individuals and their ideas of hope and doing good, that was what kept throwing her off. “I’m no fan of the damn NCR either..” she admitted to Marisol, feeling that she could start to trust the other woman a bit more, now that she had opened up, “Their big ass army ain’t doing much good around these parts, even though their soldiers seem so chipper and dedicated to doing good. Maybe this place ruins you. It sure feels like it sometimes…” she trailed off slightly, ending the thought. Ana wasn’t usually one to open up to anyone, but out here in Freeside, she didn’t have anyone she could tell anything to. She had no idea where this chick was from, but hell it seemed like they were of similar ideologies, at least involving those around them.

She could sense the other female’s uneasiness as they approached the gates to the strip. She never liked those robots either, but they never bothered her. “Man those hunks of junk are creepy..” she commented, trying to put Marisol at ease a bit without being overtly obvious that she could tell that she was nervous, “But they’re pretty harmless unless you shoot them, too busy policing. They’re programmed to make nice.” Anastasia was a bit jarred by the question, probably for reasons that Marisol wouldn’t have ever dreamed. She felt like she should know, that whole missed memo thing again. If the Legion and the Raiders were working together, than that was fucking weird. Caesar would never abide by working alongside profligates like that, these junkie raiders. “I doubt it… at least I sure hope not…” she said.

Marisol still felt terribly uneasy continueing into New Vegas, the bots’ attetion drawn towards the gun fire, and even though Marisol didn’t present her passport they still got in. “I don’t think an alliance like that would last but…If NCR is their target why attack the city and not Camp McCarren?” Marisol asked aloud not really expecting Anastasia to have an answer. “We should try and find others or at least a place to hold out until this blows over or we get a chance to event the odds.” Marisol ducked behind an ancient over turned bus for cover as a rain of bullets came in their direction. “I should have known better then to come here.” Marisol said under her breath. If she had just went straight too Hidden Valley she wouldn’t have to be caught up in this.

Marisol drew her pistol with her left hand this time and pointed the gun around the end of the bus. She droped to the ground, firing off rounds at the other gunman as she slid down the side of the bus until she was croaching and reloaded trying to use her right hand as little as possible. She was only good with one thing in her left hand and that was her knife, she was basically going for a spray and pray technique. “Do you see a clearing we can use?” Marisol wasn’t taking the shooters seriously at all and was only passively shooting at them while she turned her main attention to Anastasia.

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