Author's note: I based Mr. Baku the Chem seller on a fellow roleplayer who plays a medic on Transformers Galaxy, who is a bit of a pervy dinobot anyway. I based Mr, Baku off the Undertaker from Black butler and the Joker.


They exit out of the casino and into the town around them. It was a busy gold rush kind of town, full of traders and bars and hostiles. It wasn't always like this however, prior to the Courier incident, this place was barren and struggling.

So now New Vegas was a no go area, all the surrounding settlements were booming!

"So, what's our next move, love?" Drake asked.

"Well let's look at the map," she says, gesturing to his pocket.

He pulled out the map and opened it, looking through it, "looks like we can head down to Goodsprings considering the amount of daylight we have left."

"Oh that town! That was a good town last I was there, nice inn there too, one that was what was called a motel, whatever that was," she said, you could tell the trader part of her was already coming out despite still being in her blue and gold coloured saloon dress.

"Alright. Well, the walk shouldn't be too eventful. Shall we get going there?" He pocketed the map again and looked to Wild.

"Sure thing Honey Bunny," she giggles, clearly excited as she leads him through town, "need any supplies?"

"I don't think so. Do you?"

"Let me think. We might need stimpaks and Radaways. Maybe some canned food," she thinks about it.

"Not a bad idea," he said with a nod.

"We have ammo, and weapon, and I have my old armour, do you need extra armour?"

He knocks on his metallic head and chuckles, "I'm good, love."

She laughs as she led him to a small saloon like shop of chems and medicines, and snake oil, let's not forget the classic snake oil. She opens the door with a ding, looking around for the owner. Drake follows after her, looking around too taking in the sights of the shop.

It was quiet at first, almost painfully quiet. A man in a purple pre war top hat then appears out of the door with a huge grin of very false teeth on his face.

"Well well well! The Birdie is out of her paradise cage! Came for more alcohol? Cigs? Or medication for your lil'friends."

The odd man then notices Drake and looks slyly at him. The man had a thin face and hair and eyes like the Happy Mask Salesman.

"Who's your 'friend'?"

Drake tilted his head curiously at the guy, clearly weirded out by him.

"Back off Mr. Baku, this is Drake. And none of the above, I am looking for Stimpaks and Radaways."

Baku chuckles, dancing a bit as he walked back to behind the counter.

"Now why would a pretty lil' thing need such things?"

Drake looks around, checking out the varieties of chemicals and such. On the shelves were a variety of usual chems and medicines that one would find or make in this wasteland, even a few illegal ones. Alongside some made up ones like snake oil Radroach repellent.

"Skipping town, heading off east."

"Oh hehe! Mr. Rodgers finally sick of his lil' toy girl hmm? Got bored of you? Switched you out for a younger model?"

Wild frowns at this comment, clearly not happy about it.

"Heh, younger model? What, is Rodgers a pedo? Besides, he ain't gettin nothing better than Wild here," Drake said from the distance as he examined some of the chems.

"You didn't tell him your age did you?"

"A woman never says her age, and ignore him Drake. Baku is a perv of the highest order, you always hang around in the casino hungry for my girls, until security is called."

"Ah superglue is my friend in those peeping tom boxes," she wanted to slap him so hard right now.

"Who cares? She's beautiful enough to be a model, and if she is older than that just makes it more impressive," Drake purred in compliment to his lady, "anyway, ya gonna keep harassin' my gal and getting your rocks off to her since you can't get a gal of your own, or are ya gonna take our caps and give us what we want before I have to cut those nasty balls off ya for treatin' a lady like that?"

Drake turned to face the chem seller and showed some of his metal face, Baku stops at once as soon as he was threatened, when he looks closer at Drake, he shits himself (not literary) as he saw he was (what he thought) a synth.

He backs away to the safety of the counter and resumes his mad salesman stance.

"I am sorry sir, I thought it was just another one of her 'friends'. But since you seem quite serious, I respect that, not many would trust a hooker. But then again Miss. Bird here is one of the most refined and honest out of all them, except about her age. Now you want Stimpaks and Radaways, lets see lets see."

He hums a bit as he searches a few boxes, he then puts a box on the counter, "how many do we need for our travels today then?"

"Do you even need stimpaks Drake?"

"Not as many, but some'd be nice," he said, nodding to Baku and returning to looking around.

When Drake was out of earshot, Baku huffed and rolled what little of his eyes one could see under the wispy grey hair and purple top hat. Wild noticed this and frowns, saying in a sarcastic tone, "what's your problem Baku? Sad to not see my boobies bouncing in once a week?"

Baku frowns back, dropping his silliness at this as he looks right at her with a serious face. This actually managed to creep out Wild, who was use to a carefree, silly and prevy Baku, not a serious one.

He gestured for her to come closer and she did so, he then whispers to her, "why are you leaving? Mr Rodger's wouldn't ever let you skip town before, for your own safety of course."

"None of your business Baku, I would rather not say since Mr. Rodgers has enemies and let's face it, they would love to get their hands on me for ransom against his empire."

Baku looked frustrated at this answer and slightly concerned, the scarred smile was now a frown as he glanced at Drake. Who was still reading bottles of chems and browsing the shop and, most importantly, out of earshot of whispers.

He then clears his throat and says a bit louder and in his silly and crazy tone so it appeared normal, "I have a Vault Tec lunchbox of stimpaks for 50 caps, but since you're travelling in a hurry, I will give it to you today for a reduced fee of 70 caps."

Wild was thrown one hell of a curve ball here, she knew there was something not right about Baku since the moment she had met him, but this complete juxtaposition of personalities here was something she had never seen before in him. Maybe he really was dropped on his head as a kid, but she went along with it anyway.

"70? You said 50 a second ago."

"Emergency travel tax sweetheart, and this stock is gonna go soon sooooo," Baku mused with his creepy ass scared smile.

Drake frowned at this and said, "That's a damn ripoff Mr. Baku"

"40 caps Baku."

"60 caps my dear."

"40."

"50."

"40."

"40 then."

"Done!"

Wild handed over the 40 caps and Baku handed over the Vault Tec lunchbox, she checked inside in case it was duds but it wasn't. Despite him being batshit crazy, he was at least reliable when it came to MOST of his products.

He then ducked under the counter and then brought up a container of Radaways, "of course you will need Radaways as well right, you are welcome to examine the products."

She examines it and Baku switches back to his more serious side and then said in a more concerned whispered voice (or at least a very convincing fake concerned voice), "That's not my concern sweetheart."

"Then what is?" Wild says, narrowing her eyes at his serious face.

He looked very reluctant to say what he wanted, he was just very hesitate and jittery as he tried to think about what to say. He then said in a dangerous whisper, "you didn't hear this from me but… for the last 20 years there have been some strange people about."

"Tell me something I don't know, this town is full of weirdos."

"No listen you stupid child, you might be 30 but sometimes you act like a child and I will refer to you as such! These strange people are even stranger than what we have here, uncaring, unemotional, always wearing high tech black armour. They showed up about 20 years ago and shot and killed a family, no one knows why or who they were after."

"But that was 20 years ago?"

"Well thing is, they have been showing up ever since, once a month, every month. Always standing outside the casino. The townsfolk here call them the 'Men in Black', and they stand, never moving, never talking, until the sun goes down and then they leave.

But they have been known in other areas to make people… disappear. No one knows why, could be this Synth problem the east of the country has been having, maybe they are kidnapping people to test on, maybe they are interested in the patrons or the girls. Or maybe they are hunting for some other kind of target."

Baku switched again, clearing his throat and showing a creepy scarred grin, "I suspect you might need 10 Radaways, so how about 30 caps?"

This was another curveball for Wild, she was confused to why he was telling her this, what this meant or even why he was saying this in a supposed concerned voice. She nods at the price and hands over 30 caps, putting the Radaways in the same Vault tec lunchbox.

"Anything else my dear?"

"Yeah, why the casino?" She says, Drake noticed this at once and looked around.

"Not sure, I heard that Mr. Rodgers had enough influence to keep these people away! But the second you leave the town borders you will be in danger, especially if they are looking for their escaped experiment!"

"But Drake has only…"

By now, Baku had moved from around the counter and was pushing them out in a panic and saying, "you must leave! It will be getting dark soon and you don't want the wasteland creatures to get you! Good day Mr. Drake and Miss. Wild!"

The pair of them protested as they are shoved forcefully out the chemshop door.