Bera

bera-psycho started following you

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 14:54:00 -0400

Carefully balanced against a street lamp, Switch worked his trademark blade between the waffle of his left boot, trying to free several wads of gum and a rather jagged stone from between the ancient rubber. When he heard the gate opening he glanced up, expecting to see a gambler in a fancy suit or a courier running packages.

Instead he saw a rugged woman strolling through the gate, a woman who looked surprisingly familiar. Unable to place a name to the face, he called out to her and raised a hand, all while attempting to keep his balance. “H-hey! Fancy seein’ you here in Freeside!”

Bera waved back at the man who called to her, stifling a laugh as she watched him struggle to keep his balance on one foot. As she got closer, the woman noticed the trademark vesture in which he was clothed— the man was definitely one of the Kings.

A little surprised at the familiarity in which he greeted her, Bera passed it off as hospitality. Although she was rather sure that they had met before, it was unlikely that he’d be able to recall her— she didn’t exactly possess any memorable features.

“Well, where else is there t’ be on a night like this?” she asked cheerfully, shaking the man’s hand in greeting. “It’s nice to see one of you all out and about. How have things been holdin’ up for the Kings lately, if y’ don’t mind me asking? Hope the NCR haven’t been causing too much of a ruckus!”

tribalciara: “Smart slave knew how to disable them,” she said, scratching her neck....

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 11:48:49 -0400

tribalciara:

“Smart slave knew how to disable them,” she said, scratching her neck. “Don’t think he survived the escape,” Ciara went on. As far as she knew none of the others might have made it. “Alright,” she said, putting a hand on her stomach. Least that’ll take a few hours... She looked at the boat she escaped in: well, it wasn’t like she was planing on going back to that side of the Colorado.

“Did Caesar take your tribe too?” she asked when she got the wood together, trying to figure out what to do next. The other women always cooked while she managed the weapons…

Bera shook her head with an expression of disgust. Did she look like a tribal? “No,” she replied, “just me.”

The woman turned her attention to the boat. “Y’ might want to get rid of that. If the Legion hasn’t already caught onto the fact that you’ve escaped, they will soon, and leaving evidence lying around is just goin’ to make y’ easier to track down..” She pulled the cooked meat off the fire as she spoke and began to cover it with dirt, taking care to make sure all of the embers were smothered under the soil. “I’ll take care of packing up the food. Oh, an’ find some other clothes. Y’ look ridiculous in that.”

tribalciara: Ciara gave a slight glare back, taking a bite into the meat herself to show it...

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 21:57:28 -0400

tribalciara:

Ciara gave a slight glare back, taking a bite into the meat herself to show it wasn’t poisoned or anything. She grimanced at the taste, though. She couldn’t help but stare at Bera’s old slave collar.

“Ran from Caesar’s lands,” she explained, scratching at her neck, still not used to not having the collar there anymore. “You?” she asked, finally looking her in the eyes. “This was the only armor I could find. Didn’t think I could make it without protection.”

Bera noticed Ciara staring at her collar. She lifted her head up pridefully; it was a trophy to her and she enjoyed the attention she received for wearing it.

“How did y’ get yours off?” she asked, pointing to her neck. “Not many people are stupid enough to try and deactivate them. Either you’re a genius with that sort of thing, or y’ just got lucky.”

Relieved that the woman was fresh out of a slave camp eased Bera’s nerves— Ciara was most likely still weak and would be unable to do much if she were to attack. The woman walked closer to the lakelurk carcass, and began to carve the meat with her cleaver. “If you’re really going to eat this thing, you might as well cook it,” she said. “Unless you are looking forward puking it all back up a few hours from now.”

Freedom (closed RP)

Wed, 29 May 2013 14:38:48 -0400

tribalciara:

Ciara took a few steps forward, finally relaxing a bit when she realized the other woman really wasn’t a monster. She tilted her head at how she was approaching her. What reas-

Oh, right. The armor. Yeah, that was probably doing it.

She stayed still as she noticed the other woman approach her. Ciara put her machete on the ground next to her in an attempt to show her she meant no harm. She briefly considered taking her armor off, but decided against it only at the last minute. Had to be armored, after all.

“… Hello,” she finally said once the other woman got closer. She dropped.

She couldn’t help but notice the woman was rather well-dressed. A full coat, undergarments. Maybe she was rich? She never saw anyone else in Arizona with clothes like that.

“Peace?” she asked her as she offered her some of the lakelurk meat, never taking her eyes off the other woman. She kneeled down, putting her machete on the ground to show she was serious.

Bera glared at the woman contemptuously. A woman in Legion armor? Something was definitely not right. Despite Ciara having dropped her weapon, Bera continued to hold her ground, cleaver still in hand. Regardless of how the other individual obtained her attire was irrelevant; it implied that she was dangerous, and no amount of friendliness was going to cease Bera’s feelings of uneasiness.

The woman cringed her nose in disgust upon being offered the lakelurk meat. She wasn’t opposed to eating unprocessed food, but it wasn’t even cooked! She could still see steam rising from the creature’s blood. At least it was warm?

After waiting a few moments Bera finally spoke. “So what on earth are y’ doin’ out here? Either you’re trying to get yourself killed, or y’ just plain crazy. An’ that armor is just making things worse.”

Thought Richard might have killed you that night, clearly I was wrong.

Wed, 29 May 2013 01:17:04 -0400

Implying that a member of the Brotherhood of Steel could actually do any serious damage. But uh, how exactly do y’ know about that one? It didn’t exactly happen in the middle of Freeside or anythin’.

Dusters and Dog Tags (Bera-Chris; closed RP)

Wed, 29 May 2013 01:14:47 -0400

ask-chris-of-the-mojave:

bera-psycho:

ask-chris-of-the-mojave:

bera-psycho:

Bera grinned. “Sure they got water—-in water troughs for the brahmin! But I’m sure they’ll be able to accommodate y’ somehow.” The woman could sense Christian’s feeling of slight uneasiness, but ignored it. She hoped that he’d lighten up once they got to the bar; he was nice and deserved an opportunity to relax.

When the duo reached Goodsprings, Bera let go of the man behind her, and turned around to face him. “That’s the saloon over there,” she said, pointing to a dilapidated wooden structure. “There’s also a store if y’ need any kind of supplies right next door. Oh! An’ a doc, but he’s kind of expensive since he don’t get much business around here.”

“I know… i’ve been here before.” He remarked as he looked at the familar landmarks as long as his ex-favorite place. The saloon. “Doc’s always been expensive. Knows how to do all the things to my body to fix me up that I never knew possible. But I try not to see him to often… With all the levies and taxes I got to pay for the NCR… Let’s just say… I can’t afford the lavish lifestyle I used to live.”

He nodded to the saloon and tugged her by the arm. “Let’s get that drink, I’ll buy so you don’t gotta waste your caps on me.” Christian wore his genuine smile. He couldn’t help but be happy about finally being able to wind down from the chaos of the mojave.

The woman slid herself onto a bar stool and looked back at Chris, grinning. “Well that sure is a fine thing for y’ to do for me,” she said. The woman gestured for Christian to take the seat beside her before she returned her attention to the barmaid.

“One shot of—” Bera paused, then quickly corrected herself “two glasses of water, please.” It was already an extremely gracious gesture for Christian to buy her drink; she decided it’d be rude to get alcohol, since he dislikes it. The woman didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable.

When the drinks arrived, she raised her drink. “Cheers, soldier.”

Christian smiled at the woman’s gesture she was someone who seemed rather kind… It was odd to have someone be so nice to someone else, especially in the wastes.

Christian was also suprised at the woman’s change in drink. She wanted an alchoholic beverage earlier. But maybe she as just trying to be courtious. But in all honest opinion it wasn’t like he was deathly allergic to it. “That’ll be on me.” He added after it and smiled over at the other.

“Salud.” He replied with a wink and took a long swig of his water. He set it down and paused for a moment. “You know… If you wanted to you coulda got a whiskey…”

The woman chugged down her drink before thumping the glass back down onto the counter. She tried to resist gagging. It definitely wasn’t the purest water our there, and the taste of dirt and iron wasn’t exactly to her liking. “It’s not a problem,” she replied. “I’m not gonna sit here an’ be disrespectful, especially when I ain’t the one buying the drinks.” She let out a chuckle.

The woman rocked back and forth on the barstool, contemplating a response. “So, If y’ don’t mind me asking, what exactly do you do? Aside from walking around underneath the burning sun of the Mojave, I mean.” She looked at Chris inquisitively as she waited for a response.

Powder ganger outfit would be interesting. That or Khan clothing.

Wed, 29 May 2013 00:36:44 -0400

((sorry I’m a scumbag and didn’t get this done sooner!! D:))

Freedom (RP)

Wed, 29 May 2013 00:00:30 -0400

tribalciara:

Free from slavery and it was almost ended by some river monster. Figures.

What was that thing, anyway? She wondered, ripping out a chunk of its meat. Were these the reason the old men forbade them from venturing to the River? She shook her head: surrendering to the Legion was… one thing, if cowardly. But monsters with some scream attack? They could have handled that.

What to do now, she wondered. She wasn’t taught much as Legion slave about the world, but she knew Caesar was at war with a people on the other side of the Colorado. An ‘Enseeare’ she recalled.She wondered if they a union of tribes and slaves as well. One giant tribe? It just started to occur to her that all she knew about Caesar’s enemies was that they were strong enough to fight Caesar.

Still, anything that could potentially weaken the Legion was good enough, she supposed. The Legion going down was a necessary step for the tribe’s rebirth.

Probably should get rid of this, she thought, looking down at her Legion armor. It had served her well during her escape, but if people here hated the Legion, it’d cause trouble. She didn’t want enemies right away: she needed to at least learn where there was good game to hunt and who the tribes of the land were. She figured no harm in holding onto the machete, though.

Her eyes narrowed as she saw a humanoid figure moving. Another screaming monster? No, it looked more humanoid. Just in case she reached for her last throwing spear.

Better safe than sorry, she figured.

Bera traipsed along the edge of the cliff that overlooked the River, her eyes passively scanning the water below while she unconsciously fumbled with the dogtags in her left hand. The light of the morning sun sharply reflected off the surf, piercing the woman’s eyes. Bera ignored the stinging and continued to watch the small waves that would occasionally make their way to shore.

As her glance followed them, she spotted a figure along the barren coast. Instinctively, she dropped onto the rocky surface beneath her, and shielded her eyes to get a better look at the person in the distance. She contemplated reaching for her rifle, to look through the scope, but was concerned that any additional movements might draw attention to herself. It was bad enough that she had been so careless before— it was entirely possible Bera had already been seen, and given the location she was in, that would inevitably mean trouble. She snorted, aggravated by her carelessness. Of all the places to take a leisurely stroll, Legion territory wasn’t the most pristine place to do it in.

The woman continued to keep a close watch, searching for any details as to who this individual might be, and how much of a potential threat they were to Bera. Light refracted off of the shoulderguards on the person’s armor as they ripped apart a lakelurk. Legion, great she thought to herself contemptuously.

Upon closer inspection, however, the person did not seem like the average Legionnaire that would found be patrolling around the River. His hair was disheveled, and much longer than that of the average Recruit. Furthermore, scavenging for food was even more unusual. Maybe he had been exiled, or had run out of rations. Regardless, the likelihood of there being other soldiers with him was unlikely, meaning it’d be safe for her to get a closer look.

Slowly, Bera crawled over the edge of the cliff, and dropped down onto a lower outcropping, repeating the process until she finally hit the sand below. Placing her hand onto her cleaver, the woman cautiously approached the soldier.

Hmph, You're still alive?

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:49:01 -0400

Yup. An’ I ain’t planning on goin’ anywhere. For now, at least.

If you're staying on Tumblr, reblog this.

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:52:02 -0400

dandyads: American Meat Institute, 1943

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:42:53 -0400

dandyads:

American Meat Institute, 1943

To Beat the Devil (Skylar/Bera RP)

Fri, 10 May 2013 14:05:48 -0400

wasteland-duo:

Skylar followed her, Trying to keep up with her pace. Eventually he managed to walk by her side as they strolled the dead streets of Freeside. Her abrupt stop startled Skylar and he quickly stopped himself so he wouldn’t rush right past her.

As Bera gestured towards the bright neon sign Skylar squinted, if there was one thing he needed to get use to it was the neon around here. He listened intently as she spoke and praised the Kings, nodding and smiling at almost all her words. “They sound like decent people” Skylar replied at the end of her spiel over the Kings. He stopped and looked over the building once more giving it a nod, but before he knew it the woman was way ahead of him. “She sure is excited to see show me the town. Wish more people in the wastes were this cheery” he thought to himself.

As she led him down the streets he kept his hand close to his ten millimeter, he already learned the hard way that Freeside was full of thugs who were always looking for a victim to pounce on. As they stood in front of Mick and Ralph’s Skylar couldn’t help but notice Dixon dealing out drugs to the local chem addicts. Skylar simply shook his head in disgust and then diverted his attention to Bera. “I might step inside just to take a look, in fact I think I will step inside to take a look. Care to join me?” he asked Bera as he held the door to Mick and Ralph’s open, awaiting her to step in first.

Bera smiled and strutted through the doorway into the small shop. She briefly greeted Ralph, who was behind his desk before waving to Mick.

The woman turned back to face Skylar and said “They’ve got a little bit of everythin’, I’m sure you’ll find something you need. Talk to Mick if you are looking for anything weapons-related.” Bera then proceeded to browse the shelves of the store, occasionally pausing to tinker with an item whenever something caught her attention. At one point, she accidentally dropped some scrap metal, which resulted in an angry look from Ralph. Bera grinned sheepishly as she hurried to return it to its place on the shelf.

Adam Jensen (clothing meme)

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 15:34:23 -0400

“Wish it had a lil’ more color to it, but all in all I think I look pretty spiffy in this!”

chocobolatay: ask-eustasskid: Cause I’m bored Oh my god...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 20:09:10 -0400

chocobolatay:

ask-eustasskid:

Cause I’m bored

Oh my god yes

Send me a video game in my ask and I'll answer!

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 20:05:22 -0400

American Mcgee's Alice: Something you like to think of when you're feeling troubled.

Amnesia TDD: Something you'd like to forget.

Assassin's Creed: Something about history you find interesting.
Bioshock: If you could live underwater and become famous, what occupation would you take up?
Cave Story: Tell about a misunderstanding you once had with someone.
Dance Dance Revolution: Go to iTunes, turn on shuffle and give me the first 6 songs you get.
Dante's Inferno: Have you ever lost someone close to you?
Deus Ex: A piece of technology you'd like to see created/improved upon in the future.
Earthbound: Has a video game ever made you cry before?
Ib: Have you ever met a friend in an unlikely place?
Journey: A destination you'd like to visit one day.

Kingdom Hearts: Favorite Disney character?

Kirby: Something that you think is really cute.

Left 4 Dead: Favorite weapon of choice in a zombie invasion.

Mabinogi: . Tell us something you're really good at!

Mad Father: Something your mother does that you really appreciate.

Mario Bros: Tell us about your best friend.

Minecraft: A type of landscape you most prefer.

NiGHTS: Tell about a dream you recently had.

Okami: Your favorite story from mythology.

Pokemon: Favorite animal?

Portal: Something you like that has to do with science.

Silent Hill: Name 3 fears/phobias.

Slender: Do you believe in urban legends?

Tales Runner: Favorite children's book/story?

Team Fortress 2: Your favorite hat or an accessory you like to wear a lot.

The Darkness 2: Do you believe some things are harder to let go than others?

Yume Nikki: Do you keep a journal of your dreams/nightmares?

To Beat the Devil (Skylar/Bera RP)

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 15:43:44 -0400

wasteland-duo:

He smiled at her positive response, people skills weren’t exactly his strong suit, but this woman didn’t seem to care. “About time I got to see this to-“ his thoughts were interrupted as he was pulled off his stool. He had to gain his balance after he was taken off the stool, he took a minute hoping that he wouldn’t trip on his way to the door. “I just want to look ‘round town. So I guess we’ll go where you think is best I suppose” his voice cheerful. “Understood” her replied with a stern look as she warned him about running ahead, it seemed like all over folks were looking to hurt one another. It wasn’t that much of a shock to Skylar. Besides, he knew better than to start a fight at all, especially in this city. “Lead the way” he called out to the woman as he pointed to the door.

Bera briskly walked ahead of Skylar; the woman took a left after exiting the bar, then continued straight down one of the town’s dilapidated roads towards a building adorned with brightly illuminated signs. She stopped a few meters away from the entrance, and turned back towards Skylar as he came to a stop behind her.

“This,” Bera said excitedly, raising her arms into the air in order to indicate the building, “is where the Kings hang out. They’re a local gang, but they ain’t like the nasty sort of kind like raiders or fiends. They actually try to keep everything under control out here on the streets. Even give out stuff to people that help with their cause. I’d even be inclined to say they’ve done a better job than the NCR, since they don’t try to interfere with any of the businesses or anythin’ like that.”

As soon as she was finished talking, the woman abruptly started off in a different direction, once again leading the man down an array of streets and twisted alleyways, until they reached a small shop.

“This here is Mick and Ralph’s, they ain’t the fanciest place in town, but they sell their guns for cheap, and don’t try and push energy weapons like the Silver Rush.” Bera shuddered. She detested any gun that didn’t use traditional ammo. They just don’t feel right to her. “If y’ want to grab anything from inside, feel free.”

Send me a ♬ and I'll respond with a song that I think fits our two muses.

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 20:37:43 -0400

SEND ME TWO SHIPS AND I'LL TELL YOU WHICH ONE I PREFER

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 20:37:33 -0400

kvitrika:

yukiko-senpai:

This week is a little stressful, and I want to relax, so maybe you can give me some asks. I will answer them tomorrow! /p>

plasma-defender: bera-psycho: plasma-defender: Oh shit…I knew there was something in the air out...

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 17:37:38 -0400

plasma-defender:

bera-psycho:

plasma-defender:

Oh shit…I knew there was something in the air out here. You just stay on that side of the desert, mutie.

Mutie?! I may look a little worse for wear but I sure as hell ain’t a mutie.

Right, and I’m the fucking Secretary of the Interior. You’re lucky I don’t waste your mutie ass right now.

Eheheh—uh, I’m sure there’s a less, y’know, violent manner in which we can have this conversation…But I promise y’, I ain’t a mutie. My skin is just a little itchy an’ all….please don’t shoot me..

Gluttony because you're an addict. Simple as that.

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 17:36:06 -0400

Now, I think callin’ me gluttonous when it comes to chems is a bit drastic. I ain’t one of those junkies you see passed out in the alleyways of Freeside. I will, however, admit that I got quite the obsession *chew chew* when it comes to Cram. Especially now, eatin’ helps me keep my mind off of this horrible rash I’ve been gettin’ lately.