Ruby and Six were crouched down side by side, with the first looking down the optics of Crescent Rose, aiming her weapon at the target in front of her. "Stiffen your grip and keep your back straight. Control your breathing, and gently squeeze the trigger." Six instructed, using her hands to make small corrections on Ruby's posture and grip.
"I know how to shoot a gun." The huntress-in-training rolled her eyes, slightly puffing her cheeks. "You don't need to be holding my hand like that. I'm not a baby!"
Six's eyes narrowed. "You asked me to teach you so that's what I'm doing. I saw how you hold that…thing, and it's definitely not the best way to do it. Also, babies can't shoot guns." She deadpanned.
Ruby gasped. How dare she call her baby a thing! Crescent Rose is not a thing! It's a piece of art! A marvel of engineering! Her baby! "What do you mean 'thing'? She has a name and it's Crescent Rose! She's a feat of engineering andjustthemechanismalone–" Ruby started rambling over the creation process of her beloved weapon, how she spent weeks designing it with Uncle Qrow and months building it.
"Ruby."
"Yeah?"
"Shoot the fucking targets."
Ruby frowned but did as told. She looked down through the optics of Crescent Rose and performed the all too familiar motion. She braced herself before pulling the trigger. She'd been using Crescent Rose for over a year now, so she didn't have much difficulty dealing with the sniper-scythe's recoil. Calmly, she cycled the bolt before repeating this process 3 more times, as the 4 empty bottles that sat in front of a couple large boulders 20 yards away explode one by one, leaving nothing but sand and shattered glass.
Ruby's lips curved upward as she smugly smirked at Six. "See? I'm a great shot."
"You were shooting bottles 20 yards away with a high-powered sniper rifle. I'd be surprised if you missed. Though…" Six got up and walked towards the now obliterated targets, but it didn't seem to be the bottles that had her attention. Ruby saw Six run her hand on the rocks that sat right behind where the bottles once were. What was she doing?
"Hey Ruby."
"Yeah?"
"Can you shoot the rocks?" Six turned to face her.
"I mean, sure? But, why?" Ruby tilted her head. What was Six up to now?
"Just do it." Ruby remained silently looking at Six, to which she frowned. "Can you please shoot the rocks?"
"Okay!" Ruby said with a smile. Six took a couple sets to the side so as to not be in Ruby's line of sight. Ruby once again looked down the optics of Crescent Rose while her index finger hovered over the trigger. She took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger. The thunderous sound of the dust exploding inside the casing only lasted for a moment, for not a couple milliseconds later the bullet had left the barrel and hit its mark, leaving a nice bullet hole on the boulder.
"Ruby?"
"Hmm?"
"What caliber does your gun fire again?"
"Fifty cal. Why?
Six was flabbergasted. The bullet Ruby had just fired, pardon the .50 cal bullet she'd just fired, had done nothing but leave a small hole in the boulder. She looked at that hole for a long while, like a good minute passed by with Six simply staring at that hole as her brain tried to compute this information. .50 caliber bullets didn't just leave holes on things, they tore through them, exploded them, fucking obliterated them! Yet, this supposed '.50 cal' did nothing of the sort. It just–It made no sense!
"Hum…Six? Are you okay?" Ruby asked from beside her. Wait, when did Ruby get here? Had Six been staring that long. Okay, that didn't matter.
"Ruby, I'm gonna be very blunt with you." Ruby raised an eyebrow but made no comment.
"Your bullets are dogshit."
"WHAT?!"
"I mean look at this! Your bullet, your fifty caliber bullet, made a hole in that boulder."
"And?" Ruby looked…confused. But not confused where one would not know what was going on, confused as in when someone tried to question a fact or common knowledge.
"What do you mean, 'and'?! Fifty caliber bullets don't make holes in things. They go through them, explode them, fucking obliterate them! This boulder should be cracked beyond belief, but instead it's sitting here with a tiny little hole in it!"
"No, they don't? Six, what are you talking about?" She was starting to lose it. That was the only explanation. Six must've finally gone coo-coo if this is the reality she lived in where .50 caliber bullets just made holes.
No. No that can't be, that just couldn't be. "Show me your bullet." Six extended a hand out to Ruby. Ruby reached for her pouch and retrieved a magazine and handed it to Six.
The Courier ejected one of the bullets and began to examine it. Sure enough, it looked like a regular .50 caliber round, and there was no noticeable weight difference. Six frowned, there needs to be something wrong with this. Unsatisfied with the current results of her quick examination, Six took the projectile off of its casing before cupping her free hand and pouring the gunpowder onto it and giving it a sniff. "Huh…That's weird." She thought to herself.
Six looked at Ruby who was reciprocating her own curious stare. "Ruby, what kind of gunpowder is this?"
"Gunpowder? You mean dust?"
"No, I mean gunpowder. Y'know, the thing inside the round that ignites and sends the bullet flying out of the barrel?"
"Yeah, dust."
"No I am talking about–" Six moved her arms, letting some of the powder accidentally fall to the floor.
"STOP!" Ruby shouted, frantically raising her hands to signal Six to stop moving. "What are you doing?! You need to be careful when handling dust! It's like, super volatile and it can explode!"
"Ruby don't be–" It finally dawned on Six. "You don't use gunpowder in your rounds…so that's why the bullet did no damage." Six muttered to herself.
"Six, what are you talking about?"
"Okay just, just hold this. Cup your hands." Six gently poured the dust onto Ruby's cupped hands before reaching for Maria. She unholstered the pistol and ejected the magazine, taking a single round off and popping it open just like she'd done with Ruby's. Pouring its contents into her free hand, the differences between the two became very apparent. Where one was thin and literally just… dust, the other was a black sand. "See? Your rounds hit… let's just say differently, because they don't use gunpowder like ours."
Ruby's eyes widened. "So you're telling me, there's a whole new type of propellant?" Six could hear the enthusiasm in her voice.
"Well yes, but that's…not the issue."
"What do you mean? This is awesome! It means there's more weapons to discover!" Ruby answered, quite literally jumping with excitement.
"Aaaaaaaand, it means your current bullets are hot trash." Six deadpanned.
Ruby stopped. "What do you mean?"
"Ruby, if your bullets don't work against rocks, they're not going to work against armor." Six explained, trying her best to not spill the gunpowder as she poured it back into the casing.
"Oh…Well then, I-I'll just start using gunpowder propelled rounds instead of dust ones." Ruby retorted.
"If you're the gun nut you've led me to believe, I don't need to explain to you why that's incredibly dangerous." Six rose and placed a hand on the teen's shoulder. "Ruby, we don't know the explosive difference between dust and gunpowder. If you started using our bullets your th–Crescent Rose could be damaged. I don't know if you've noticed, there ain't any other weapons like it in the Mojave."
"Then what do you suggest? That I just throw it away? Spoiler alert, I'm not." Ruby was getting upset, and it didn't take an eagle-eyed Boone to see it.
"I'm not saying you need to get rid of it. Even though I would strongly advise not to use it. All I'm saying is, do what we all do here. Get more weapons, more guns and fight with those. Take me for example, I carry more than just a pistol." Six pointed with her thumb to her other weapons leaning on a couple rocks in their makeshift camp.
"I mean, I guess? It's just, I've only ever fought with Crescent Rose. It feels wrong to use something that's not her." Ruby deflated a bit.
"Dam fucking teenagers and their volatile emotions." Six sighed internally. "Well, you could use other weapons for now and once we get to Vegas and we hand you over to the Followers, you can start testing. They have a bunch of other non-doctor people, the real sciency eggheads. And after that who knows? Maybe you'll be able to mod Crescent Rose. How does that sound?". Pleeeeeeease please please please buy it. Fuuuuuuck I'm not good with kids.
The teen's lips curved into a smile as Ruby was back into her bubbly self. "Yeah! And it'll be awesome to try out some new weapons. I'm gonna be all pum-tshtsh-pum and phtututututu and-and maybe I'll get this colossal gun and–" Ruby continued trying to imitate different guns and how she was going to have fun with all of them. Six couldn't help but snicker at Ruby's antics.
"THERE!"
"Huh?" Six looked at Ruby, utterly confused.
"I SAW IT! You laughed. You smiled and laughed! You haven't smiled once since I've met you but now you did!" Ruby grinned at Six.
"N-No, I didn't. I was just thinking of how dumb those impressions were."
"Ooooooohhhhh~ Going all tsundere now are we?" Ruby's grin widened.
"Tsunda-what?" Six sighed, bringing a hand up to rub her temples. "You know what? That's enough for today. Grab your shit, we're hitting the road. We're close to Goodsprings anyway."
"Yay, new town!"
"–and that's pretty much it." Six finished, taking the last sip from the whiskey that still remained in the glass before bringing it down to the counter with a thump.
"Huh." Trudy, the barkeeper and owner of the very respectable Prospector's Saloon, kept on cleaning the same glass she'd been cleaning since Six had started detailing the story of how she and Ruby ended up meeting (with some slight lying and omission of information, of course). "Well, if anyone's gonna pick up a stray, then it'd certainly be you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Six furrowed her eyebrows, tapping the counter for a refill.
"So you're tellin' me the stories of 'Courier 6 and her band' going around doing shit for others ain't true?" She refilled Six's glass, giving the other woman a look as she did. "Your liver is gonna fail on you one day, you know."
"One, they are consenting adults who wanted to come with me. Two, I've been 'earing that for almost thirty years, it's not like it gonna give up on me now." Six downed the entire glass in a go.
"Do whatever ya want, Six. It's your life, not mine." Trudy shrugged. "Say, where's the mystery girl?"
"I dropped her at Doc Mitchell's. Just want to make sure she's all good."
A lie.
"Didn't you say you came with a doctor to Primm though?"
"Didn't trust him."
Not a complete lie.
"Riiiiight. It ain't none of my business, so it ain't like I care."
"Yeah… Anyhow, I got shit to do." Six got off her stool, dropping a fistful of bottlecaps on the counter, before sliding her helmet inside her head and headed to the door. "Say, Trudy" she asked, stopping momentarily in her tracks, "why no music?"
Trudy scoffed, clearly annoyed. "That old radio's busted again."
Six hummed. She was about to offer to fix it for her when a genius idea struck her. "I'll be back in a bit. I have an idea to fix up your radio." Trudy raised an eyebrow, curious as to what antics Six was dragging her into, but other than that, she didn't protest.
Six took a step outside, filling her lungs with the dusty air of the Mojave. She'd swing by Doc Mitchell's house later, but right now, Six had more important things to do. Her face morphed into a frown as her eyes met the sign of the general store.
Six took a deep breath before stepping inside.
"Alright miss Rose if you could just step on the scale." Doc Mitchell signaled to the scale laying next to Ruby.
Ruby curiously eyed the weird looking scale. Where were the holograms that projected your weight? Why is there that bulk tower thing? From what she'd seen, this world's tech seemed rather…retro? Yeah, retro. She stepped on the scale and the bulky tower thingy made a weird screeching noise (it totally didn't startle Ruby at all) before printing a piece of paper that Doc Mitchell promptly took. "Why do I need to do this again?"
"It's standard procedure when taking in new patients." The doctor said, reading over the note the machine printed. Ruby didn't quite get why, and her face showed it. "Okay, think of it like this. Every time I get a new patient I make a file, so that the next time I treat them I look over my notes instead of trying to remember things like your blood type, for example."
"I think I get it." Ruby tentatively nodded.
Doc Mitchell scribbled something on his clipboard. "Alright, that's height and weight done. Now we just need to check what your blood type is–" Ruby let out a quiet shriek. "–or not. I guess that, for the moment, we can skip to your…unique side."
Ruby winced at the mention of her, as Doc Mitchell put it, unique side. Doc Mitchell had been very taken aback when Six dropped off in the clinic around an hour ago with a half-hazard explanation of who Ruby was and what she was able to do. That honestly surprised Ruby. Six, up until now didn't seem like the most trusting individual, so to tell the doctor off the bat the (kinda) truth about her, was odd. "Okay, miss Rose, just sit on the bed there." He motioned to the bed at the corner of the room.
Ruby sat on the bed while she watched Doc Mitchell walk around the clinic area, grabbing and abandoning things. He himself probably wasn't sure what to do now since, according to Six, no one in the Mojave, or this world, had aura. "Hum, Doctor Mitchell?" The doctor stopped in his tracks. He turned his gaze to the teen, awaiting her question. "How… How do you know Six? I-I-I know this sounds kind of mean but, she didn't exactly tell anyone else about, well, my thing up until now. But, she told you immediately. Why?"
Doc Mitchell hummed, rubbing his chin. He pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Ruby, remaining quiet for a solid minute as he looked at her. "Oh, please don't tell me he's like her too?!" Ruby thought.
"Miss Rose–"
"Please, just call me Ruby. Miss Rose feels weird."
"Okay." He smiled. "Well, Ruby, have you ever seen Six without her helmet?"
"Oh, yeah. She's like all scarred and stuff, and she said she got shot in the head once!" Ruby halted her enthusiasm, realizing she should not get excited about the injuries of others. "Which is all bad…and stuff."
The doctor chuckled. "Well, a couple of months back, a robot delivered a barely alive person in a half broken suit of armor to my door. She was bleeding profusely, filled with scars and cuts and all manner of mistreatment across her body. Though, the most worrying thing were the two gunshot wounds in their face. My assistant and I worked for several hours straight to try and stabilize her, which we eventually did."
Ruby gasped. "You were the one that saved Six!"
"Well, I wasn't alone. My assistant helped a lot. Still, to this day, I wonder why Six didn't die. Maybe she was lucky, maybe the helmet was enough to reduce the bullet's impact. Or maybe she was giving the middle finger to Death." He shrugged. "But I guess we will never truly know."
"After she woke up, I did all those run-of-the-mill tests, even got her to use that 'ol vigor tester machine." He leaned his head closer to Ruby. "Let's just say she isn't the most charismatic of people." He chuckled. "After that, I officially discharged her, even though that doesn't really mean anything around here. I could notice she was set on something, a goal. Even if it was to just catch the people who shot her. So I gave her my old pip-boy and sent her on her way."
"Pip-boy? What's that?" Ruby asked, completely enthralled by the opportunity to learn more about her traveling companion.
"I assume you've seen that big clunky thing on her wrist?"
Ruby nodded. "Yeah! When I asked her about it, she just said, 'It's a ten-pound hunk of steel' or something like that."
He chuckled. "Well, she's not wrong. Think of it like a computer. It shows you your status, the maps of the region, things you have on you, that kind of thing. It's standard issue for vault dwellers like myself, and since I had no use for it, I gave mine to Six."
"So she went after the bad guys after?"
"Not really. Y'see, at the time, the town was having some issues with a local gang of recently escaped convicts. Powder Gangers, they called themselves. They were after this Ringo guy who had hidden in the old gas station after they raided his caravan. Obviously, the town didn't sell him out, and Six decided to help." Ruby listened as Doc Mitchell detailed how Six challenged the Powder Gangers alone, as she had refused help from the townspeople. Standing tall against the 7 gangsters that had threatened the town.
"She fought against all of them alone?!" Ruby gaped. "That's like, super awesome!"
"It was indeed a sight to see. Of course, she was dragged back here for me to cure her wounds, much to her protest." Doc Mitchell chuckled once again. "But she did leave a couple of days after that, but she made sure we were not under threat."
The slight creaking coming from the front door drove the conversation to a stop, as a new, unknown voice rang across the corridor. "Hey, Doc, I'm here." The footsteps on the hardwood floor became louder until a figure stopped at the door frame to the clinic area of the house. A young woman, slightly on the shorter side but still visibly taller than Ruby, with short brown hair that devolved into two small pigtails. The most notable part was the necklace that hung around her neck made out of jade-colored stones and the large tattoo on her left shoulder. "We got a new patient?"
"Delilah, I uh, wasn't expecting you to come in today." Doc Mitchell said with a hint of nervousness.
"I didn't have anything to do, so I decided to swing by and see if you needed any help." Delilah crouched down next to the doctor, facing Ruby with a warm smile on her face. "And you might you be?"
"I'm Ruby. Ruby Rose." She responded in kind.
"Well hello there Ruby. I don't think I've seen you around here before. I'd remember seeing such a redi–err interesting outfit." Ruby frowned. Why was everyone making fun of her outfit?! It's a perfectly normal goth combat dress!
"She came in with Six." The Doctor added. "She asked for me to take a look at the kid."
"Six is here?" Ruby detected a hint of excitement in her voice. "Do you need help?"
The doctor shook his head. "No, I'm just about done here. Just need to run one or two more tests."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. You can just go have a drink at the saloon."
"Alright. If you say so." She shrugged. Delilah got up and made her way back to the clinic's door when a knock at the house's front door echoed through the hallway. "I'll get it." Delilah disappeared from Ruby's line of sight, but the creaking sound from the door opening was still audible over the small gasp from Delilah. "Oh, Six. It's uh, it's you." Delilah's voice was muffled due to being in a different room but Ruby could still hear the stuttering in her voice.
"Hello Delilah." Was all Ruby could hear from Six before the Courier rounded the corner and came into view…holding a bag? "Doc." Both her and the Doc nodded at each other. "Are you done with her?" The Courier asked in her signature neutral tone, sunlight from the window reflected on her helmet's red lenses, making it look as if they were glowing.
"Just about. Only need to run one or two more tests. Need to test that thing."
Six hummed. She walked towards Ruby and placed the bag on the ground by the bed. "That's for you."
Ruby froze as her brain tried to comprehend what had just occurred. Did Six just give her a present? Like a gift? "It's a change of clothes. Your stu–combat dress is too flashy, and draws too much attention from others. I'd prefer if you could blend in with everyone else."
"O-Oh. T-Thanks Six." Ruby deflated a bit. What was so wrong with her outfit? Sure it might be a bit flashy but she worked so hard on it!
Six sighed, crouching done to meet Ruby's gaze. "Ruby, I'm not saying you need to throw it away. I'm just asking you to wear something that doesn't draw too much attention, for the time being. Okay?"
"...okay." Ruby meekly nodded.
Six stood up. "Now, after you finish your tests with Doc Mitchell here, I have something else for you." Six walked away exiting the clinic and then the house all together.
Six was leaning on the wall right next to Doc Mitchell's house door when she took a long drag from the cig she'd just lit up before exhaling a cloud of smoke. Delilah was currently outside with her, ranting about how Goodsprings had become after her departure a couple of months back while Six herself was only half tuned in to the conversation.
Six was more focused on her next steps. In truth, she was always looking to the future. The now and the after were all that mattered, the now for what was happening, and the after for what could happen. There was nothing good in the then, in the past. To think of the past was to lose focus from the task at hand, to bring Ruby to Vegas and get her to the Followers. Then Six could go back to working for House, get paid, and never look back…never remember…never think of them…
"What about you Six?" Six snapped from her thoughts.
"What?"
"What have you been up to? I heard on the radio a certain courier had made it inside the most exclusive casino on the Strip. What's that all about?" Delilah was brimming with curiosity, almost the same way Ruby always was when she asked about a new thing. Though it was not out of child curiosity like Ruby. Delilah, for lack of a better word, was bored with Goodsprings. Six had heard it all, from her mouth no less, how she wanted to strike out on her own and leave Goodsprings to become a 'true wasteland doctor', whatever that meant.
Delilah had already been rather fascinated by Six ,but after the whole Powder Ganger debacle with Ringo, she was all but glued to the Courier, talking to her be it in the saloon or when she was forced to go to the clinic again. It essentially was the most direct way to indirectly ask to tag along with Six, something the Courier was not having. It wasn't like Six despised being with people (though sometimes she would much prefer being alone) and sure, Delilah was an adult, but she had no experience fighting despite whatever she liked to say.
"It isn't that interesting. I'm just doing work for a guy in the Strip." Six took another drag from the cig.
"I don't think The Mr. House is just a guy in the Strip. C'mooon! Tell me what's like working for the head honcho himself." Delilah pleaded, making her best puppy eyes.
Six sighed deeply. "I haven't worked for him for very long. But, what I can say is, it's tiring. He acts like he's better than everyone else. But then again, I'm not paid to care." She took one last drag before flicking the cigarette to the floor.
"Spoken like a true merc." She said disappointedly. "But if you're not paid to care, why bring the kid along? Speaking of which, who is she?"
"I wasn't about to leave an orphan kid alone in the desert. So I'm bringing her to the Followers. It's that simple." Her eyes met Delilah's.
"Yeah right…So if you're going to Vegas and meeting the Followers, could you drop m–"
"No." Six didn't even let her finish.
"Why?" Delilah raised an eyebrow. Huh, she isn't upset…weird.
"Too dangerous. Freeside and Vegas is not a place where a country bumpkin like you should be."
"So suddenly it is too dangerous for me but not for Ms. Sunshine there in the clinic?" The assistant flashed Six a grin. "You could just leave her here where it's boring and safe. But instead, you want to take her to the Followers in Vegas where it's much more dangerous." She took a step forward, being right in front of the Courier. "You enjoy her company."
Six frowned. "I have enough company as is in Vegas and I've only known her for two days." She spoke with a grunt. This damned girl was starting to push Six's buttons and she was not enjoying it.
"So I've heard. But, why isn't your New Vegas Super Squad with you?"
"One, don't call us that. Two, I wanted to come alone and check a thing, but then Ruby happened and now I'm here." Her annoyance was starting to slip into her speech.
"Okay, but that still doesn't explain why you must take her to Vegas."
Stop it
"Delilah drop it. It's none of your concern."
The grin faded. "I mean I just think it's a bit unfair you'll accompany a random girl you met over someone that helped save your life." Delilah seemed genuinely upset. "Is it because she's a kid? Six I might've never left Goodsprings, but I know what some kids are capable of doing out there."
Stop it.
Six remained quiet.
"C'mon at least say something! What does she have I don't? Don't tell me you have a thing for kids you sick fu–"
Delilah felt a hand grab her shoulder with a grip strong enough to crush rocks. Six seemed to tower over her, casting an ever expanding shadow, with only her glowing golden eyes giving off any light. "I said. Drop. It." Six spat. Delilah was looking wide eyed at her, afraid of the Terrifying Presence before her. She hurriedly nodded, her hand trembling.
Six let go of Delilah. The person that had helped save her life was now trembling like she was about to be attacked by a Legion war party. Six took a step back and sighed. What was wrong with her? Delilah was just curious and upset. She had every right to be. Why did she snap? "Listen Dee…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" She sighed again, brushing her hand through her mess of a hair. "I've had a really shitty week. I went to this…horrible place. It was…terrifying and I'm still trying to process everything. But I shouldn't have lashed out like that."
Six extended her hand, reaching for Delilah but she took a step back. "It 's okay. I understand. I…I'm going if you need anything else." Delilah gave Six a weak smile before turning her back and walking away to her house.
Six did nothing but watch as Delilah slowly disappeared from view. She punched the wall she used to be leaning on, cracking the wood a bit. Of bloody fucking course she had to mess this up too! Just add that to the list of fuck ups, it's not like she's committed a bazillion of them.
Calm down. You need to calm down. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Music! Put on some music. Music always helps.
Her fingers hovered over the radio knob on her pip-boy. They just wouldn't move…why couldn't she turn the radio on. She suddenly started hearing static but the radio wasn't turned on…
Then a quiet humming…
Then quietly, steadily, a distorted violin played in the back of her head, echoing through the streets of The Villa. The Cloud all around her as she started to choke. Not due to the toxic fumes she was inhaling, but almost like her neck was being crushed by something.
Beep…
No...It can't be.
Beep…Beep…
Six brought her hands to her neck, clawing, trying to get the collar out.
Beep…Beep…Beep…
No! She had to get that thing out! Her back started to hurt, God it hurt so much. Her wrist was itching. She needed to get it off.
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
Nononononono. This couldn't be it. No. The beeping didn't stop. She was there, in the Villa, at the Farm. No. No please…
"Erik…help me..."
"HI SIX!" The loud sound of the door crashing open snapped Six from her transe. "Hey uhh, you good there Six? You're sweating a bit." Ruby asked with a worried look on her face.
Six swallowed her ragged breaths, trying her best to look normal. "Y-Yeah. It's just hot outside."
"Okaaaaay…If you say so." Both went quiet for a moment, letting the awkwardness sink in. "Cooooooool…Sooooo, what was it you wanted to give me?"
"O-Oh, right." She wiped the sweat from her forehead before grabbing a hunting rifle that she'd swung around her shoulder. "Here, it's not your weird scythe-sniper, but the ol' hunting rifle is a reliable and deadly tool. Chambered three-oh-eight, it'll pretty much kill anything. And if the armor's too much you can alway change to AP rounds and–...Ruby?"
Ruby was quiet…too quiet. Six brought her eyes back to the teen and it was she noticed it. She'd changed outfits...sorta. In place of the dress, was now a black padded leather jacket with a white shirt under it and Ruby's corset. The pair of trousers Six had bought had been cut to look more like shorts and she still wore her black leggings. Thankfully, Ruby seemed wise enough to ditch her old boots for the pair of hiking boots Six had gotten her. On the other hand, much to Six's dismay, ruby kept the flashiest part of her outfit, the cape. Then Six's gaze met Ruby's face. She was staring so intently at the rifle almost as if in a trance. Wait…are those stars in her ey–
"SIXTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU" Ruby pulled Six into the biggest and tightest hug the small teen could. Then as quickly as it came, she released Six from the hug and snagged the rifle from her hands. "You're made of wood. So antiquated, but sooo coooool!" She gasped. "I need a name for you! You'll be dubbed…uhhhhhh…Names come later!" She turned to Six. "Six I NEED to test this thing."
"I–"
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease." Ruby's silver eyes shined like the eyes of those of the cutest puppies.
Six sighed. "Okay. I'm pretty sure there's a coyote nest nearby."
"YES! YES! Let's go!" Ruby turned into a red blur as she sped through the town, earning a frown from Six. Though a couple seconds later she came back, an embarrassed look on her face. "Sooooooooo…where's that nest?"
Six's frown..faded, with a smile replacing it followed by a chuckle. "This way."
This is gonna be the death of me.
At least it's gonna be over once we reach Vegas…
yeah.
Heeeyyyy guys. I swearsies I'm not dead…yet…I had one of those cases of writer's block. It happens. Anyhow, what's this I see? Six has some baggage? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm? Wonder what's that all about. And as some of you may have noticed, yes, this story includes some mods. Imma be honest, I've barely played the Delilah mod but it looked cool so I let it in. Kudos to the mod author go check him out. And speakin' of credit CHECK THIS OUT!
ISN'T IT COOL AS SHIT?! Yeah that's Six. Ok the hair might not be as I described it but WHO CARES RIGHT? Go check out my mate Tabula on Twitter ( /TabulaTheTablet) he does some dope ass art. For you my friends…I'll probably post a link here…If I can…Or I'll just change the story's cover image. I'll figure it out.
Anyhow, happy early holidays. Happy Thanksgiving. Happy Ramadan and whatever. I'm out.