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*You walk into the scattered Legion camp, and see bodies everywhere. Slaves walk around laughing, whilst their previous masters lay dead, with a hole in some part of their bodies. In the center of the camp, perched atop a crucifix, is Danye. He searches the town, vulture like, scoping down any Legion survivors. He has apparently decided that you should live, and hasn't set the small army of slaves on you... yet.*

*She smiles and approaches cautiously, kicking a dead body aside to make way for herself* Well hello again Danye. Such a lovely surprise. *She politely smiles at him and puts her hair up in a pony tail*

*He takes his finger off the barrel and presses it to his lips in a gesture for silence* I'm hunting. *He returns his hand to it's position, and sights a target in the hills, some 600 metres away. He takes a deep breath, and fires. Up in the hills, a glinting scope stops glinting* Bastard almost got me. *He taps a hole in the crucifix just below his left thigh* Almost. Now...*He rests the rifle over his shoulder, and looks you in the eye* You must've spent close to four months tracking me here. Why?

*She raises her eyebrow in response and leans down to steal a machete from one of the dead Legions.*
Nice shot.
*She shrugs and saunters over, closer to the base of the crucifix, but not directly underneath*
I simply find you interesting to watch.

*A simple raised eyebrow in response*

*She laughs and tucks the machete into a halter around her waist*
You seem surprised?

Not surprised. Cautious. The last guy who found me interesting is currently about 600 metres away, wanted my liver on his door, and is probably being eaten by a Radscorpion as we speak. Get the gist?

*She smiles*
I don't intend to fight or kill you...and I'm not a fan of livers.

We've already established I'm not here for caps.

Not sure if you noticed, but this is the wastes. Stand still a moment.

*She cautiously glances at him, but freezes*

*As he speaks, he places his left foot on Olivia's shoulder, and uses it as a step down* In the wastes, you either want food, water, shelter, or caps. Now, you aint starving, I can tell by the color of your lips and the steadiness of your hands that you dun want water, and you wouldn't have lived long without shelter. Of course, as you said, you don't want caps. Usually, this sort of Waster has other motives. He needs a job done, he's a bounty hunter, or maybe he works for some big bad organisation *He gestures sarcastically at this*. So, where do you fit in?

*She huffs as he uses her as a step and holds back a growl*
I do work for a *she rolls her eyes* big bad organisation, however that isn't why I am here. I am following you on personal motive. Nothing more, nothing less.

*he laughs quietly* Well well, the big bad Deathclaw got his'self a young secret admirer, eh? *He laughs again*

*She stares at him blankly*
Don't flatter yourself. I never said that.
*Even as she says the word, a bright blush rises to her pale cheeks*

*He turns his back to her* Listen up my dear. Get yourself out of my business quick fast. You stick around, and I may have to shoot you. *He looks over his shoulder* Again.

*She sighs, turns on her heel and talks to him over her shoulder*
...always have to result in violence. Have fun with your slaves.

Violence? You think I make everything result in violence? Welcome to Nevada, my dear. What with the BoS and NCR slugging it out, violence is all you'll find... now 'ang on. *A slave, a young girl, runs up to Danye, crying* Well, fuck. Here's bad news. *To Tawny* This'sun was clubbing Legion half an hour ago. Harder than us, I bet. *He picks up the child, and holds a whispered conversation with her* Adda girl. Now, collect ya buddies, and head for the hills. Take this *He hands over a 9mm pistol, fresh from a legion corpse, and two clips* and go.

*Turning back to Tawny* I hope you've fought Nightstalker before, wench. Local crowd must of smelt the dead, now we've got around thrity of the bastards headed for us. *He pulls out a trench knife* Dun bother shooting them. Let them get close, aim for the everything.

*She turns back around, flicks her leather coat aside and pulls the machete from its sheath and a large silver dagger from her leg holster*
They're those fugly looking things with rattling tales right? I assume a Den mother could possibly be accompanying them.
*She twirls the dagger in her hand and takes up a fighting stance*

This far from the caves? Nah. Den mothers stay in the den, look after the pups. Otherwise, they would be defenseless. But thirty is still a threat. Gimme a leg up, eh? *He points to the crucifix*

*she bends down and offers her palms as a foot hold*