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(A bit of a test RP between three friends, closed indefinitely. The other participants and I would greatly appreciate observations and criticisms, so PM them as you see fit. )

God (and participants) willing, this story will possess five acts, each with an accompanied Borderlands-esque song that it is named after. I will link the pages of each of the chapters when (if) they should begin.

Act I - Mansion on the Hill (Alabama 3) Page 1
Act II - What It's Like (Everlast)
Act III - Take Me Out (Franz Ferdinand)
Act IV - Fury Oh Fury (Nico Vega)
Act V - Walking in My Shoes (Depeche Mode)
Epilogue - Invincible (Ok Go)

OF VAULTS AND THOSE WHO SEEK THEM
ACT I - Mansion on the Hill
FFBF00

Pandora. A planet of nearly unparalleled danger and equally unparalleled opportunity. Colonized by a human corporation called Atlas during its winter months many years ago, the coming of summer spelled disastrous. The incredibly lethal Pandoran fauna came out of hibernation, slaughtering the settlers en masse. Atlas fled the planet only to be replaced by Dahl Corporation, settling under the pretext of harvesting the planet's considerable mineral resources. Years later, Atlas invaded the planet again, making another push for Pandora's resources, forcing Dahl to make a messy withdrawal. Atlas survived for a time before being pushed out yet again. Hyperion is only the latest to come and try and open a vault.

All of this was done in an attempt to seek out the Eridian Vaults, hidden locations that are said to contain advanced technology and untold wealth to those who open them. Three Vaults have been opened since Hyperion's arrival: The Vault of the Sentinel, the Vault of the Destroyer, and the Vault of the Warrior. Only time will tell how many more Vaults exist on Pandora and beyond, and there is no end of audacious Vault Hunters who are willing risk life and limb to find one.

An unknown messenger with hidden intent has contacted five such individuals. Five Vault Hunters who have yet to find a vault, each with their own goal and interests in their contents. He states that he knows both the location of a fourth Vault and a key with which to open it, but he needs individuals to retrieve the key and open the Vault without allowing Hyperion or any other competitor to find out and get there first. The reward: 12.5% of per individual of whatever is contained within the vault, enough to set up an individual for life with sold technology alone.


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Pandora's Surface
The Highlands
Overlook
Day 1, 19:12

Morning light bathed the picturesque town of Overlook in warming rays. At least, it would've been picturesque had it not been for the town's architecture looking like a ramshackle mishmash of scavenged metal and prefabricated constructions. The precarious location didn't help, either. If a fat person jumped up and down at the far end of the Overlook precipice, the whole city was likely to experience a short existential journey of being a flying city for a few meaningful seconds before resting forever in the water below in a million shattered pieces.

Luckily for the city and its inhabitants, Vic was neither fat nor prone to jumping in a suicidal manner. In truth, he was a rather thin, gaunt man of about twenty-two years of age. He was clad in a makeshift hooded green cloak, armored with brown scales and shards of metal. His pale, angular face was hidden behind his hood; only his shifty, olive-green eyes were clearly visible. On one hip he wore a bladed Jakobs revolver in dire need of repair; the other, a bone dagger made of animal parts. His friend and dear companion, Blood, followed him closely at the heel.

Also, Blood was a stalker. The animal kind, not the mal-adjusted kind. The creature's namesake crimson scales glistened in the morning light, ruby-like in their brilliance, and, of course, the scales were eerily similar in color to fresh, aerated. human blood, giving him the appearance to being soaked in it. But that's only when he's not actually soaked in blood. Vic had raised the creature since its youth, and he was one of the few individuals he has ever trusted. The unusual sight of a human and a stalker walking down the street together brought more than a few confused glances, but neither paid much attention to the one or two onlookers.

Vic and Blood were what Pandorans called "Vault Hunters," aggressively foolish individuals who sought out the famed Eridian vaults for profit. The two had come to Overlook after receiving a mysterious message on their ECHO devices from an unknown contact, who stated that he had a big lead on one of the vaults and was hiring a group to acquire a vault key. The message said that if they were interested, they were to go the town of Fyrestone and meet with three other of their kind for more information. Vic wasn't keen on trusting the words of strangers, but this was the only lead he'd had in months, and he wasn't about to let it go to waste.

The pair walked (or, in Blood's case, crawled) up the slope of Overlook's main road, engaged in what they might consider typical discourse.

"Don't look at me like that. You know full well that I don't enjoy traveling either."

Blood continued to stare up at him unflinchingly with his steely blue eyes, skittering alongside Vic and matching his pace exactly.

Vic let out an melodramatic sigh, a hint of an affectionate smile peeking through. "Alright, alright. if you must force my hand..." Out of his pack he produced a slab of a raw meat and threw it into Blood's waiting maw. "Happy now?"

Blood made a low growl that could be translated as either assent or the intent to immediately consume someone.

"Good!"

Vic stopped to check his credit balance to see how much he would have left after paying the Fast Travel Network kiosk. "Blood, my friend, this better end up with us getting damn filthy rich. Too many dead ends have left us with nothing to show for them. I'm almost out of money. You hear that? We'll be back to hunting for food and living in caves."

Blood made a noncommittal gesture that vaguely resembled a shrug.

"You have a point. I guess it wouldn't be so bad. It'd be like old times. You and I, gathering our own food and sleeping in our own den. None of this traveling."

As they approached the Fast Travel Kiosk, the conversation stopped. The pair had gone far across Pandora together, seeking what the vaults contained behind their mysterious gates ever since the Vault of the Sentinel was opened and its guardian slain by four bloodthirsty Vault Hunters. This, however, felt different. More important. Perhaps this trip to Fyrestone marked the beginning of a new chapter of an old tale?

Vic glanced down at his friend, an uncertain smile trying to take hold on his dirt-smeared face. Blood returned the gaze and bared his innumerable sharp teeth in a manner that was probably supposed to be reassuring. As the Fast Travel Kiosk powered up and they felt their bodies disintegrating, an unusual thought crossed Vic's mind, surprising in its surety:

This is it.


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Pandora's Surface
Hunter's Grotto
Backcountry
2250 Hours


The early morning light shined through the dead branches of the large olden trees. Hunter's Grotto was a gloomy place but you really had to search hard for the beauty within. The people that lived here have been coming in out. Dropping like flies and leaving the swampy country. Most of the times bandits stop by. But luckily there was a single bandit that decided that this was her home. Linneia was known for her skills in combat and for seeing optimistically in the darkest of times. But no body liked to mess with this freak. Her features scared off most children and men alike. For one reason her left eye was a deep sapphire blue a beauty you would find at the bottom of the ocean as the right was a dark violet. Many deep scars crosses her right purple eye leaving her pale flesh as the color of snow covered in wounded flesh. She stood to tall for her age "5'6" for a measly 15 year old. But every morning this freak loved to climb the bare trees in frigid tempature of the morning.

Linneia looked up at the tree in front of her and pulled up her gloves and placed her pocket knife in her mouth. She brushed her black hair behind her ears and started the climb on the tree. At first there was no branches near the bottom by the roots. But Linneia found creavaces near the bottom by the roots and jumped her way to the first branch. The branch that she had landed on crumbled beneath her feet as she reached for the next branch. Luckily she had reached the branch in time but was dangling off where the branch had broke. It took her a few more hours and a few more broken branches before she actually reached the top. She stood at the top of the large tree and stared at where the sun had risen a few hours ago.

"Beautiful sight isn't it?" She whispered under her breath as she gazed at the beauty of the Grotto.

Linneia felt her vision distracted as the ECHOnet popped into her field of view. She could feel her grip slipping from the trees edge.

"Hello there Vault Hunter.
I might have some information you might like.
I have the coordinations to a Vault but you have to meet three other people in order to reach the vault.
They will meet at Fyrestone.
-R.F."

Linneia could finally feel her grip up from the tree as she fell with great ease until she hit the forest. She landed with an uneasy thud. She laid dazed staring up into the beautiful overrated sky which the clouds had just covered the sun.

"I guess I know what I must do." Linneia said with smile crawling on to her bleeding lips.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and walked back to the rundown shack in the Grotto. She pulled many weapons and used stealthy clothing.

"Hello old friends.." Linneia said with a mischievous smile.


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Badass Crater of Badassitude
The Torgue Arena
6029 Hours

The crowd's cheering escalated to a final crescendo before descending into silence as Torgue's announcement filled the arena. "THE TWO BADASS BANDITS, MEATBAG AND PUPPY, HAVE WON!" Two Torgue employees came and dragged the mutilated corpse of the duo's former opponent, the gladiator Black Eye, out of the arena. After the fight, the two bandits began to walk out of the arena via the gladiator's entrance. Puppy, the smaller of the two by far, began talking to the second bandit, Meatbag, about an ECHONet message from an unknown individual they received earlier. Talking about a mystical vault containing more than enough loot to set them both up for life.

"The man that talked to us earlier said that we should head over to Fyrestone as soon as possible. So, we should probably take that Fast Travel station over there now." Puppy stated, pointing to a Fast Travel station located inside of the Gladiator's Entrance of the arena. Meatbag gave understanding nod.

Puppy and Meatbag then stood in front of the Fast Travel station, the former then put in the co-ordinates of their destination, the town of Fyrestone. "Do you understand what we're going to do, Meatbag?" Puppy asked him, the brutish bandit nodded in response. "Alright. Let's go, then." She stated before activating the Fast Travel station. The two began slowly disintegrating, as each of their individual molecules were teleported to another Fast Travel station that was located in the city of Fyrestone.


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As Blood and Vic materialized hundreds of miles away from Overlook, their destination of Fyrestone took shape in front of their still-incomplete eyes, much to their disappointment. The town was comprised of eight or nine small, rusting metal structures surrounding the main road. The main Fast Travel Kiosk stood inside the middle of the town's main road, with a secondary one outside the town proper. The town didn't have much of a reputation for wealth or life, but its poor reputation didn't account for the lifeless, arid corpse of a town that stood before them. It also didn't account for the actual human corpse that lay before them, one skeletal arm outstretched in a final, dying effort to reach the Fast Travel station.

Blood leapt forth and made a few perfunctory sniffs before biting into the desiccated mass that was once flesh. He immediately regretted the decision, spitting the bite out with such force that the clot of once-meat exploded in a cloud of dust upon impact. He whined, trying what he could to remove the taste from his mouth with his frontal limbs while sitting on his haunches. Vic gave a short chuckle that was cut short with a meaningful glare from the unfortunate creature.

"Hey, now. That was your own fault for being too greedy." He looked up, his smile fading as he took in the sights. Other than Blood and himself, the town seemed to be empty of anything that resembled life. He had hoped that the other three Vault Hunters would be here and he feared that there might be an ambush lying in wait. He hadn't expected there to be nothing at all. Blood shared in his confusion, skittering around uncertainly and guardedly.

"Blood."

Blood responded by ceasing his aimless patrol and began to circle his comrade, crouched low and ready.

"Blood. What is it?"

Blood suddenly froze, fixated on some unseen entity, before disappearing into nothingness with a distinctive crackle. Something was wrong. Blood never had false alarms and usually didn't cloak unless he had to. No sooner had Vic unholstered his Jakobs handgun had a sniper's bullet shattered his Tediore shield, knocking him to the ground with a brutal thump.

"That... that will leave a bruise..." Vic coughed out, gasping to fill his forcefully-emptied lungs. His ears still ringing from the impact, the sounds of bandit chatter became suddenly distinct and startled him into motion. He activated his suit's Sach's gland with a flick of the wrist, rendering him invisible like his stalker comrade. While Vic couldn't see his stalker companion, he knew him well enough to guess what was going on inside his head. He fled into one of the many empty buildings that surrounded the dusty town square, revolver in hand. He didn't know what the odds were, but he'd be damned before he gave up without a fight.

The other Vault Hunters better get here soon, he thought. If they even existed in the first place, that is.

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There are a total of eight or nine bandits that are engaged in battle, with at least one nomad and one sniper in the group. The nomad, their leader, will not directly engage until the tide of the battle has been turned against him. You two may choose what the other bandit types are and how you wish to deal with them in your posts. Happy hunting.

Also, ensure that you keep OOC (Out-Of-Character) information OOC. None of the characters have met each other before, so distrust would be healthy and natural in this situation. Unfriendly fire, even, depending upon their temperament. Just play as you think your character(s) would play.


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Linneia looked at the abandoned empty wasteland staring at the empty space that she could have called once home. The light soaked the earth making hot and unbearable to walk on.

"That's Fyrestone alright..." Linneia grumbled.

What Linneia desired most other than the vault was to get back to Hunter's Grotto and climbing the dangerous trees. She honestly hated the destination she was given on the ECHOnet but then again she was going after a Vault. That part was the only thing that made this trip bearable. Linneia continued used to drag her feet on the dusty landscape leaving the dusty clouds behind her. It was just then that Linnaeus heard a familiar gunshot ring out in the dusty area. Linneia would recognize that sound anywhere.

"Bandits..and it sound like I'm missing out on all the fun!" Linneia said with a perk of hope running towards the gunshot.
She ran leaving what seemed like a dust storm behind her which made her dark leggings white with sand. The color of the sand was darker than her skin and left blotches on Linneia's dark clothing.

"Whatever this is it better be worth it!" Linneia said with a smile on her lips.


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After a brief period of time, Meatbag and Puppy finally arrived in the town of Fyrestone. Puppy turned her head towards her brutish companion and began speaking,

"I heard that other Vault Hunters were coming nearby. Perhaps one of us should stay near the Fast Travel station in case they haven't arrived yet..."

Meatbag pointed one of his fingers to his chest, then to the rough direction of the rest of the city, trying to imply that he should go look around. "If you want to look around, then go ahead." Puppy replied, Meatbag immediately going to wander around Fyrestone. Puppy then sat down, and observed her surroundings. Looking for anyone that might be a Vault Hunter. After a while of wandering around and looking at the makeshift, scrap-constructed houses, Meatbag came across a group of bandits, looking for and opening fire on something that appeared to be invisible. The urge to brutally dismember them intensified the longer he watched them. After about 30 seconds of staring at him, he charged at the bandits.

As soon as he got within distance, he grabbed one of the bandits by the neck and shoved him to the ground, he punched the bandit's face in repeatedly, eventually reducing his head to blood, viscera, and bone that stained his fist and the ground. He then picked up and threw the bandit's mangled corpse at another bandit. He made a loud growl as he did so.


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A moment of meaningful silence fell upon the dead town as the bandits slowed their pace and spread out, seeking their elusive prey. The sand-choked air was thick with the deadly tension of combat, punctuated by heavy footfalls and labored breathing.

This tentative peace lasted for a time as Vic lay hidden in the darkened, empty building, momentarily protected by his invisibility. He clutched his gun to his chest, eyes closed and consolidating his willpower in preparation.

The silence was suddenly shattered by screaming and death.

One of bandits was being violently murdered, his dying wails bleeding into whimpers and finally merciful silence as his body was broken by some unseen monster. Vic's eyes shot open, breath suddenly frozen in the air. He peeked out from the shadowed doorway to see a massive human toss aside the mangled, bleeding corpse of a bandit and stare wickedly at the other bandits, silently challenging them to take a shot at him.

"Dear God..." Vic gasped beneath his breath, shocked by the ease with which this man tore apart the bandit and threw him aside, as if he was nothing.

Blood took this as cue to enter. He leapt out of the shadows and uncloaked mid-flight, taking one of the bandits to the ground with ease and skewering him through with his spiked tail. This ambush shocked the other bandits into action, causing them to take cover and began to fire upon both the stalker and the monstrous human. Bullets began to fill the air, knocking up a thick layer of dust that soon permeated the town square and made it difficult to clearly see.

Vic, ignoring his downed shields, set his sights on one of the bandits nearest to him before taking a few measured shots before slinking back into the wooden building. Each bullet connected with the bandit's torso with a dull thud. A look of mute pain and surprise shot across the bandit's face as he slumped into the dirt, lifeless.

The battle had been met and was quickly in full swing. Three dead, five more bandits in sight.


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Linneia arrived at the top of a hill to see many bandits swarming an area. She placed her hand over her eyes to block the sun from this perfect view. She could hear the sounds of gunshots and mangled screams of death and pain. Linneia sat down on the hill swinging her legs over the edge with a smile.

"This is gonna be A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!" Linneia said happily.

Linneia sat as she listened and watch four other bodies crumble in the dirt. There was manly grunt behind her but Linneia couldn't hear it over the gunshots and screams. Linneia turned as a bandit shot at her. It grazed the bare skin on her left arm.

"Aahh!!!" Linneia gasped as she fell off the edge.

Linneia barely grasped the ledge with her left arm. The warm liquid slid down her arm and onto her cheek. Linneia used her right hand to grasp the ledge and pull herself up. The dirt blew in her face and into her mouth as she pulled herself up. She held her arm and blood trickled through her fingers. She hissed under her breath as it stung to the touch. Linneia pulled out her pistol.

"You will regret ever messing with me..." Linneia growled as she fired her gun

The man shot as well leaving himself dead and hitting Linneia again. Linneia blacked out again falling down the ledge she had climbed.

"This is what I get for leaving..."


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Meanwhile, after a little of bit of sitting by the fast travel station, Puppy decided to get up off of the sandy ground, having heard gunfire and other general sounds of combat. She then began walking over to the source of the sounds, in a slightly crouched stance, not wanting to get accidentally lobotomized by one or more hunks of lead flying through the air. She noticed a large dust cloud in the center of the town square. Confused by this, she decided to crouch down behind a rusty, and presumably old metal barrel that was conveniently sitting near her.

Meatbag, still currently in the middle of the fight, then charged towards one of the bandits and shoved him to the ground. He then grabbed his arms and then violently tore them right off. The bandit making loud, pained screams as gratuitous amounts of blood sprayed from the massive wounds created, staining the sand it impacted. Meatbag then grabbed his head with his oversized hands and wrenched it to the side, producing a sickening crack sound. He then grabbed the gun the bandit had, a Bandit-brand "Acurate smgg", and threw it into the distance, it landed about 10 feet away from Puppy, who was still hiding behind the barrel.

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Sorry if it's a bit short. I wasn't sure what else to add.


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The heavy crashing of a set of machineguns began a deafening crusade that rendered all other sounds of battle insubstantial, throwing up great plumes of dirt as the wandering line of bullets sought flesh through the dusty clouds. The wielder: a black-armored nomad bearing an LMG in each hand. The unnerving sound of insane laughter could be heard through the nomad's black mask, and the two surviving bandits fell in line behind the nomad after exchanging uncertain glances. One of the pair was a sniper, the one who had shot Vic; the other, a goliath, wielding wicked metal swords in either hand. All three of them bore shield generators and had the look of hardened fighters about them. They would not be easy prey.

The goliath spotted Meatbag through the fog of war and charged, screaming and viciously brandishing his swords, while the sniper put Linneia in her sights, preparing to take the shot. The nomad himself had his murderous eyes set on Vic.

Vic, seeing the oncoming danger, leapt into cover behind an outcropping of rocks on the side of the road. The nomad spotted the movement and began to pepper the area with volley after volley of deadly fire, forcing Vic to stay down. He slowly strode towards the rock, not letting up on the trigger or letting the unshielded victim a second of respite. Vic was on the verge of panic, his screams not audible over the deafeningly steady barrage of gunfire that encircled him and threatened to close in on him. His fumbled the pin off of his only grenade and threw it over the rock, but the blast seemed only to redouble the unfazed nomad's efforts.

Sensing his companion's peril, Blood threw himself at the nomad's armor, crawling over him and stabbing at him ineffectually. The nomad tried to shake off the unexpected assailant but couldn't even loosen the reptile's grip. Dropping one of the guns to the ground, he gripped the stalker's tail and swung the hissing, biting creature around his head before releasing his grip, sending Blood flying into a metal wall with a sickening crunch. The nomad bent down and retrieved the second gun, but the stalker had cloaked and limped away before he could be finished off.

Blood was simply making a play for time.

As the nomad turned around to continue firing at the rocky outcropping, Vic's image slithered into existence behind him, bladed revolver in hand. He unloaded five shots into the base of the nomad's skull before thrusting the blade deep into the back of his neck, all before his prey could even react. The bandit fell to the ground, his dying gurgles spraying deep crimson blood into the sand from the gaping hole in his neck where his throat had once been. Vic turned away from the dying nomad in silence, watching the surviving bandits fight the strangers. His fears were not held for them; he feared for Blood, who had sacrificed his safety to save him and give him enough time to recharge his shield and cloak.

"Blood...? Where are you, Blood?" He called, his voice cracking from fear and residual adrenaline.

The injured stalker limped into sight, hissing in discomfort. Oblivious to the continuing battle, Vic rushed to his friend's side and began to see to his wounds. Scavenging a few health syringes from the dead, he carefully injected Blood with a few precious grams of the healing serum. The stalker whined thankfully as the crushed flesh and bone knitted itself back together. Vic embraced the stalker, despite his mewling, and thanked him for his bravery.

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No worries, Aro. As long as actions are made, quality over quantity. :)

Linneia, do remember that you may be a siren. I'm not sure if I you remember what that means, but you basically have one singularly powerful magic ability of your choosing. What exactly the power is defines you as a character and what your role is in battle, so choose wisely.

These three bandits are substantially stronger and better suited to taking each of us out. Have fun with taking them down, but remember that these people are nearly as powerful as you are. Give them some credit.


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Blood had blinded Linneia's vision and was pouring out of her nose. The metallic stench made want to give up what she at the last few days. But she didn't instead she wiped the blood from her eyes (which was mainly caused by the wound grazed on her forehead) and screamed a battle cry. The first thing she saw was the sniper who was aiming directly at her.

"Come and get flea bag!!!" Linneia taunted

She raced towards the sniper with a knife in her mouth and two pistols in both hands. The sniper shot making it hard to avoid but easier to deflect. Linneia jumped over the sniper and used her ability to momentarily blind it. Linneia shot from above and even threw her knife as she landed. The sniper wiped its eyes and rapidly fired as it was still blind. Linneia dodged the stray bullets with ease managing a few shots of her own. The damage slowly was affecting the sniper and th blindness was wearing off. Finally in Linneia's final shot she managed to hit her mark.The sniper slowly fell to they're knees. The last thing it ever saw was eternal blackness bringing it to its knees. Linneia had gone into full outrage mode which made her hard to contain and even harder to fight. The stench of metal and blood had now become the outrages fire. She could feel her flesh burn as the wounds bled profusely dripping into her eyes and pouring out of her nose and mouth. She collapsed to the floor as the energy seeped away. Leaving a broken body leaving thick pools of blood on the Sandy surface. The energy had left a feeling in Linneia that she was broken and just hanging on the brink of death.


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Meatbag picked up a rusty barrel that contained a "EXPLOSIVE" warning label on it and threw it at the sword-wielding Goliath's head, the impact caused the barrel to rupture, thus exploding and blowing the hulking Goliath in half. A decent amount of blood sprayed from the lower part of the Goliath's body as it slumped to the ground, staining the sandy ground. Meatbag noticed Puppy hiding behind a barrel through the kicked-up dust and ran up to her, he turned around and she climbed onto the custom-made metal handles attached to the back of a harness on Meatbag's torso, she put her feet on similar handles on his lower back, effectively giving her a meat shield and a good place to shoot from. They look around as the dust dissipates, noticing no other threats in the immediate vicinity. "Well, guess that's that." Puppy says, still looking around from her vantage point, AKA Meatbag's back. Meatbag then noticed the Siren on the ground, who is bleeding from probably around three different orifices, and throws her over his shoulder. He then looked over to Vic and Blood, staring at them intently. "You have a health vial or something? She's kind of... bleeding all over me." Puppy looked over to the green leather armor-clad stranger that Meatbag was intently staring at in a less-than-amused tone, probably from the fact the woman on Meatbag's shoulder is getting blood on her.


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Vic observed the odd trio with no small amount of confusion. He then looked down to see Blood slither to his side, silently appraising the threat that the strangers presented.

"I suppose I might," Vic growled, uncertainty hiding in the back of his mind.

He tossed a medical syringe over to the smallest of the group: a dirt-smeared little girl who brandished a stolen SMG with startling ease. He watched her give it the giant of a man that appeared to be her caretaker, who then plunged the slender syringe deep into the bleeding woman's chest. Life flowed back into the injured woman, but that did little to better her nightmarish state. A thin trickle of blood had flowed from her eyes and nose, staining her deathly pale skin. She was going to live, though.

Looking up from the wounded woman, Vic inspected the other two individuals. The little girl reminded him of himself when he was young: scrawny and small, but she carried herself with a confidence borne of a precocious sense for survival, and her pale green eyes shone with cunning. The older man was a giant in comparison, two heads taller than Vic at the very least. He stood over the little girl with the look of a mute stoic and the bearing of the most dangerous kind of guardian angel. It was clear that intended to look out for the young one, but also that he followed her orders.

The bleeding woman was something of a mystery. She looked nearly as young as the girl, but her face was scarred and her vivid, off-colored eyes gave her an alien appearance. Her bleeding eye sockets were clearly unnatural, and Vic felt a vague, disquieted sense of uneasiness about her.

"My name is Vic, and this, here, is Blood," Vic pronounced, pulling the attention to the purpose of their presence. As he spoke, he reloaded his Jakobs revolver with new cartridges. Behind him, Blood was happily gorging on the entrails of one of the bandits, whining with glee at the veritable feast that lay around him.

"I assume you three are the Vault Hunters that we - Blood and I - were told of?"


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Puppy nodded, "Yup. I'm Puppy and the brute over there is Meatbag." She said, pointing to Meatbag, who walked around the battlefield and searching the mangled corpses. Anything he did find he placed in in a pile in the center. She looked over to Meatbag, also noticing the Stalker happily devouring any corpses that Meatbag already looted. She looks at the corpses, a bit disturbed. They were more mutilated than they were before. "Um, is that yours?" She says, pointing to said Stalker.


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"No." Vic responded, sighing as only a man who has been asked the same question too many times can sigh. "He is as much mine as I am his." Blood, upon noticing the girl's hesitant stare, skittered to his companion's side. He approached the girl slowly, blood still dripping from his mouth as he inspected her, before losing interest and returning to his meal.

"His name is Blood. We've saved each other's lives many times, and I've known him for as long as he's been alive." A fond, sentimental smile wandered across his face as his eyes strayed to the crimson stalker.

A noise startled Vic from his thoughts. Linniea, who had been propped up against a metal fence in the shade, began to stir and murmur. All eyes turned to her, and Vic went to her side to help her up.


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