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Snowflakes, one by one from the sky fall slowly to the ground. The cold breeze blows some of them away from their location to fall on as the sounds of the winds awkwardly flow around the atmosphere on this dead planet, in this eternal winter, to those who are damned to fall onto the thick snow ground where it has been collected.
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" So. "
A flick of a lighter broke the silence of this decaying planet. A figure leans his boar spear on the wall he's leaning against, enjoying the cigarette he luckily got from an unfortunate novice agent that has now decayed from existence. The Boar Spear Scav's small icon necklace flows within some of the cigarette smoke by the wind. A Crowbar Scav is standing next to him, dispersing the smoke that is obstructing the scav's normal breathing pattern with his hand. Every time the man has the chance to use a cancer stick, like dumping morale on himself, he uses this man's shit. He is tired of it.
" It's better if you stop killing the hell out of yourself with a goddamn stick. "
Kicking his leg on the snow behind the outpost's scrapper block (forgive me idk what are they called :sob:), eyes rolling from left to right, taking in the scene below while adjusting his Orinasal mask and cleaning the blood from his crowbar.
The Boar Spear Scav looks at the Crowbar Scav while exhaling a lot of smoke, as if he does not really care about their suggestions. Putting one of his arms on the Boar Spear's handle as he continues to enjoy this stick
He is aware that the Crowbar scav would beat the shit out of him if he committed that once again but seems like he doesn't care much.
" Right... your deadass would annoy me first before eventually opening your goddamn mouth to ta- "
Both of the scavs felt something metallic hit their heads as they quickly looked around, with Crowbar Scav holding his crowbar tightly while Boar Spear Scav held his head a bit, recovering from the hit as he began to pick up his Boar Spear too. The two stares to their right, in the direction the attack came from.
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A figure who wields a Military Axe is the only thing that came out from the direction, hands holding a can of soda he's currently chowing down at. He looks like he just got out from a big fight, luckily alive anyway
" Are you guys going to pick up those sodas or I'm collecting them too? "
They questioned while sipping soda and aiming the military axe at the two confused Scav who believed an agent had attacked them. Boar Spear Scav picks up the soda from the ground, and Crowbar Scav does the same, opening it with, fortunately, no spills from that pressure. A sigh of relief can be heard within earshot of the two at this moment.
" Hey aren't you from the Raiders? What are you doing here in the outpost? "
" Oh well let's say there's something that has been going on for a while there "
The Military Axe Raider drinks some of his Soda as he continues
" The agents thought it was a brilliant idea to raid the castle; that stupid idea would alert Sledge Queen and of course, get to her hostile nerves. Well, I suppose she would kill each agent in a matter of seconds, but uhhhh. "
A hesitance could be detected in the words Military Axe Raider said
" She or her "girlfriends" forgot to reload the ammunition in her Decimator, the shotgun part, you know you know, so while she was attacking, she realized the shotgun's ammunition was empty but continued to fight with the hammer. Guess what, Not only was she severely hurt, but the majority of the castle raiders were as well. This included me by the way. "
He takes a sip of his soda can again before continuing
" As a result, Sledge Queen runs away from the situation, leaving us to watch over this useless castle. Believe me when I say it looks like what a kindergarten would build with Legos. Yeaaaaaa, that is pretty much what happened, and I naturally ran away because otherwise, I would not be here to tell you guys this crazy story. "
Both of the Crowbar and Boar Spear scav look at him and each other, not really surprised by the story but surprised by how the heck can this guy flee away with much fewer injuries than they expected him to get from his story. The Military Axe Raider took some of the last sips of the soda He's enjoying the peace right now
" So the moral of the story is that... You've played dumb on the agents and that's the consequence you get along with your accompanies?
A loud spit can be heard. The Military Axe Raider spits out his soda as he wipes his mouth with the dorsal side of his hand. Feeling harshed after that sentence from the Boar Spear Scav
" You serious? "
The Military Axe replied, looking like he was going to throw his Military Axe directly at the casual Boar Spear Scav. Received a chuckle from the Boar Spear scav and a hmph from the Crowbar, as if the Crowbar scav were attempting to contribute with his laughter in response to the Military Axe raider's reaction. He puts one of his palms down and moves the finger up and down, gesturing to them that he's annoyed. The three of them lean at the wall, spectating the whole place with snow falling on them, feeling quiet peaceful again, which is something they finally experienced after a while.
" Say, it's actually true you know, I've seen it all, I'm not blind like the Pitchfork guy "
A groan could be heard from the Military Axe Raider, along with a heavy sigh from them as they picks up some rocks on the snowy ground and proceeds to throws some at the Boar Spear Scav. They blocked some of the rocks but some hits their head, this may turn into a rock fight soon if they won't stop continuing it, The Boar Spear Scav gathers some more rocks on the ground and attacking the Military Axe Raider too with it. This silly fight might take longer than expected, frustrating the Crowbar Scav who is on verge of smashing his crowbar to both of the scavs head's but remains his calm under the Orinasal Mask, though the annoyance can still be within the foot tapping, impatience by this.
" Are you guys done? We're wasting time trying to get another hurt, I'm not giving y'all another First Aid Kit for this bullshit "
" Chill out Dyspnea boy, we're not hurting ourselves, relax "
He casually walking near the edge of the outpost's roof, holding his military axe and dangling it like it's something he'd do every time he have the chance to. The Boar Spear Scav took his chance to throw a rock under the next step where the Military Axe Raider would steps on, this of course, make he falls down as he slips from the icy rock, a loud thump could be heard underneath the thick cold air, luckily he landed on a thick snow spot, otherwise he would be dead by the next seconds.
" What was that for dude?! "
" Consequences of not staying on guard, maybe because you raiders never really have the chance to encounter the agents much since you have your queen to... ' protect ' you whenever you got raided by those horses "
" I swear to god I'm gonna push you down in a matter of seconds and let you bleed to death on the spike you almost make me fall straight into "
A frustrated sigh could be heard from the Crowbar Scav, disappointed in having to relate to these 2 idiots he's being surrounded by, he'd rather getting mauled by a Sickler than having to watch 2 grown-men who fights for their life in a never ending winter cold arguing non-stop like some kindergartens.
" Here we go again. "
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After some quick damaging action, the 2 scav who used to dislike eachother and wanted to taunt each other for millions of decades finally let it be a tie and enjoy the beans they found inside some unopened locker, no idea who would store such a thing in those rusty and cold locker. The Crowbar Scav on the other hand got out to separate him out of this bullshit for a while, hands holding some steel snares he looted, he opened his gas mask to breathe the cold air which was never really fresh in here anymore since... that day.
" hmpm. "
He walks with the gas mask pulled down, it's rare to see, especially when he has trouble breathing normally too, luckily got this from a Drifter he backstabbed with, or else he could've died. Anyway, he approached a near Scrapper, proceeding to scrap the steel snares as he definitely don't need those anymore for now, after finishing whatever he's doing, he retreat to the outpost roof's again, after... almost getting crippled by falling damage, his luck might ran out if he keep gaining unluckiness.
" Have you heard about the latest evacuation from the agents? "
On the outpost's roof, the Military Axe Raider questioned the Boar Spear Scav, hands still relaxing on the nearby locker. The Boar Spear Scav tilts his head while looking at the one who questioned him, he looks like he's squinting his eyes as he looks up to the sky, trying to motivate his brain to work up, eventually he replied.
" The one that raided the castle you used to guard? Yea we both did, I'd say I couldn't exactly contribute to attack them because of that damn helmet agent who crippled me and gained me artery "
The Boar Spear Scav sounds passively aggressive as he replies, and crosses his arm as he still smokes the last of his cigarette before the taste goes bland.
" Hey, at least I survived from tha- "
" I saved his ass, he would be dead without any support, he's really shitty. "
The Crowbar's scav voice rambles through the conservation, which jolted the Boar Spear Scav, who almost dropped his cigarette. The Crowbar Scav climbing up through the egde, finally be able to touch his boots to the cold surface of the outpost's rooftop. He equipping his gas mask again, a gear whirring sound could be heard alongside with the rocks falling down to the ground underneath, brushing the dust and snow on his clothes before putting his arm on his hips, looking at the recovering Boar Spear Scav
" Uh, nuh uh I found the medical stuff myself and you're just an unnecessary addition to my whole situation you cannot credit your ass for that "
" You do sound like you know how to use the tourniquet "
" I just struggle okay? I don't need your sick shit help. You sound like you're just doing it so you can get credits for it "
" Aaaand the Splint. "
" Shut it up tier 1 melee wielder. "
Another argument, this is much more tiring than the Crowbar Scav expected, especially when he have to be dragged into this man's shit again. Won't this man try to not start a single argument in a single 20 minutes? He thought to himself, letting out a heavy sigh as he have to deal with this aggressive guy again. For the Military Axe Raider, who ... haven't really gone outside for some long period of guarding and hanging out in the Danger Castle, confused of this two scav's behavior, adjusting his pure black bandit scarf while still holding onto the empty R.I beans.
" Right... Scavs now are pretty aggressive towards each other not gonna lie. "
Both of the Scav look at the Military Axe raider, they look unimpressed, as the raider didn't even get updated by the change of personalities in some scav or he's just stupid enough to not expect 2 guy who wields a weapon and kills to be a friendly towards each other
" Did I say that too loud? Maybe I did. Anyway, while going around, and found this shitty AGENT device inside the snow. It somehow works, and I don't know, but, uh let's say they got some interesting stuff in it. There's a hidden menu that contains some files and... I don't know, radio chat ? I'd wish we had that but eh "
" The last message was like 5 hours ago? "
The Military Axe Raider scrolls through the chat, feeling disappointed that there's no information about an incoming agent wave or just anything that can help them evacuate from here
" Nevermind forget about it we're done for. "
He throws the agent device to a rock, completely destroying it because it already look destroyed in that state. He sighs in frustration, being stuck in this planet sucks, he would wish he could just snuck up to an evacuation plane and tricking the agents, that way he would get out, but for now he'll have to deal with him surviving in this shitty planet they called ' new earth ' or to mostly everyone here, ' Eden-227 '. He tilts his head to the locker which he stored something he would like to use in moments where he doesn't want to contribute in, this may be the perfect time for it.
" I suppose we will have to wait until another unfortunate agent crashes their plane to get here, but guys, do you want to get a cold drink? I found some buried under thick snow, it's cold as ice better use it before it unfreeze!! "
The Military Axe Raider attempted to ... crack a joke, which of course gained awkward stares from the 2 arguing scavs. It seems like none of them is amused by that joke, maybe so? Their facial expression feels like they're really disappointed in the joke to the point where they can't even express it out anymore ( their face are like :| and :\ )
" Raiders joke are always bland. "
Both of them said, of course this strikes an emotionally attack straight the the Military Axe Raider but ehh they probably don't care about insults as it's not insulting not only him but the whole raiders group. He sighs and chuckles lightly.
The three of them pick up their weapons and proceed to the staircase that would allow them to exit from the outpost's roof. The Crowbar Scav looks at the icy scene of snow and destroyed items scattered on the ground and sighs with relief as he feels much lighter after the agents have left.
" I might as well need to prepare for the next landing. "
He then goes downstairs to catch up with the other Scavengers. It sounds like there is a party or a meeting going on because there are loud sounds of footsteps and talking coming from that area. For the time being, the scavengers may be able to avoid dealing with the agency.