'So Shiny, So Chrome' takes place 13 years after The Fall, a combination of the Oil Wars that came to a climax with a nuclear event. Our setting is the Wasteland, once the Australian outback. Wildlife mutated by radiation prowls the wasteland; weather is harsh and highly unpredictable; roving gangs of survivors fight for what remains of precious resources.
What a day, what a lovely day.
----- Season: Winter Weather: Days 8°C/Nights -10°C
Winter has descended once again on the Wasteland as merciless as ever. Days are cold, and with little cover the high winds are all the more biting; even without snow, hypothermia and frostbite are a constant threat. The only relief is that many of the Wasteland's creatures are in hibernation.
War Boys. There were fucking War Boys everywhere, and even now that Liam had Will back, the sight of those white-painted freaks still made his blood boil. The spear wound on his chest was going to leave a rather noticeable scar (thanks in part to Ash's near-nonexistent seamstress-ing skills), and of course Ash would never let him forget not only saving his life (an exaggeration in his opinion), but also that it was somehow his fault she'd lost her knife and jacket.
But Liam wanted to race, and Den Mother had driven the point home to the point of extreme redundancy that now was an opportune time to get some trading done; the buggy was carefully packed with explosives (since Liam had little else to do while wounded than to make more pyrotechnics) meant for trade, and he was keeping his eyes peeled for that one woman from Bartertown that had taken such an interest in his C4.
The one that traded with fresh, real berries.
With the amount of time between races, it had left ample time for Liam to dish out a few haircuts, sharpen a few knives... but damn if he wasn't itching to give a demonstration of some of his other wares.
He was also keeping a discreet eye out for any unattended items... particularly knives and articles of clothing. Anything to satisfy Ash's bitching about the loss of her jacket.
"I wonder what'd happen if I accidentally threw some nitroglycerin at those War Boy fucks."
Ash really didn't want to be here, not in the least bit. The thought of that many people, the vast majority of them being male, gathered in one place made every fibre of her being scream out to stay the fuck away. And preferably by a distance of a couple of hundred kilometres if possible. But Liam had been insistent. And somehow, he'd gotten Den Mother in on the idea at the prospect of selling his damn explosives. Nevermind that trading explosives prior to, or during a race, was a bloody lousy idea in Ash's book.
Even so, despite her vow that she wasn't going to save Liam's life again, she'd agreed to come along to the stupid races, to provide backup for him and try her best to make sure he didn't get himself tangled up with War Boys again. Not that she was particularly hopeful that she could prevent that, but at least this time around there were others around who probably hated War Boys every bit as much as Liam did. And maybe with all the different factions around, those pasty white morons would actually behave themselves, though Ash doubted that as much as she doubted that Liam would behave.
She was sitting on her bike now, wearing a jumper in lieu of her lost jacket, armed with her pistol and as a replacement for her dagger, she'd brought along a lousy kitchen knife. The biggest she could find, but it wasn't nearly as fine a weapon as her dagger had been. She still hadn't forgiven Liam for having lost those things in the War Boy raid on Bartertown and she wasn't about to let him forget it, either. Not until she got some proper replacements for them.
"You do that," she said dryly, when Liam made a casual joke or half-serious suggestion about tossing about explosives, "and I'm gonna haul arse out of here before the first vial goes boom." It was an empty threat, really, but it was still the best way she knew to show her displeasure at being here in the first place. Turning her head to give him a bright smile with a pointed look straight at the spot on his chest where she'd stitched him up not too long ago. "Or maybe I'll just accidentally stop you before you get that far."
Liam pouted at Ash's sharp retort, though he knew full well that that would be her answer; Den Mother rarely let Liam go anywhere without Ash or Will to keep him and his pyromaniac tendencies in check. Though in his own defense, much of it was just for show.
"You're no fun."
Normally he'd challenge whether or not Ash could actually stop him, but with the stitches in his side still healing it'd take less than a half-arsed punch to drop him.
Post by Ash Harris on Sept 1, 2016 15:13:48 GMT -5
Meeting Liam's pouty expression with a steely one of her own, Ash very nearly rolled her eyes at him. "That puppy face might work on Will or Mother, but doesn't work on my, luv," she told him in order to let him no beyond any doubt that she wasn't going to take any shit from him today. He might well have gotten a victory in having managed to drag her arse out here in the middle of nowhere, but in her opinion, she was the one in charge here.
"I'm not here to have fun" she countered his glum statement, crossing her arms over her chest in a form of protest. "I'm here to make sure you don't have too much of it, aren't I?" She could only hope that the injuries Liam was still recovering from were enough to keep him from acting on any of those crazy ideas he might come up with, but she wasn't going to take anything for granted, either.
Whether he'd taken her warning seriously or not, Ash didn't know, but at least he seemed to drop the idea of flinging explosives at War Boys and asked about prizes instead. "I don't even know who arranged this bleedin' thing," he grumbled and gave a sweeping look around. She swore she could smell the testosterone in the air, despite there being a fair number of women in the crowd and even some competing, apparently. "Petrol, probably. With how much of it is going to be wasted, it'd only be fair, wouldn't it?"
Post by Liam 'Pyro' Toland on Sept 12, 2016 7:59:10 GMT -5
Liam's puppydog face twisted up into an equally childish pout when Ash was unfazed, and even went so far as to rub it in that it didn't work on her.
"I'm not here to have fun, I'm here to make sure you don't have too much of it, aren't I?"
He rolled his eyes, making a point of exaggerating the motion as he did so.
"That's because you hate fun," He pointed out in an obnoxious, overly-cheerful tone.
"I don't even know who arranged this bleedin' thing," She went on, scanning the area around them crowded with other drivers and their vehicles.
She had a point; Liam didn't rightfully know either who had arranged this spectacle either, nor did he know why anyone would want to organize such an event. But, on the flip side, he didn't particularly care, either. This was a potentially once in a lifetime opportunity for trade, and to grind the War Boys' faces into the dirt behind his beloved Hellhound.
"... just a firecracker. Or a few cherry bombs," He said, returning to explosives (again) and looking longingly at the nearest War Boy vehicle, "It'll be funny."
Pouting? Really? All Ash could do at the face Liam made when the puppy eyes didn't work was to continue staring at him as if he was acting like a three year old who wasn't allowed to get what he wanted. He was the same age as her, but more often than not it felt like she was his parent rather than a friend and it made her wonder just how spoiled he'd been as a kid.
She casually shrugged off his accusation, giving a derisive snort in addition. "Only the kind of fun that might get me killed because I'm vastly outnumbered, kiddo," she noted with a smirk and a wink, hinting at her willingness to have some fun as long as the odds were in favour in walking away alive.
"No," she said, holding firm with regards to any kind of explosives. Give Liam an inch and he'd take your whole bleeding arm and she wasn't in any particular mood to find out just how powerful his idea of a firecracker was. Probably blow up a truck with one of Liam's 'firecrackers'. "Nothing that goes boom, got it?"
Leaning back on her bike, she reached into one of the saddlebags and pulled out a pair of leather gloves that she mostly used when driving. Waving them at Liam, she raised a brow in a suggestive manner and tossed a glance in the direction of a group of three or four men who were lurking nearby. "Those guys, though… They could be taught a lesson about staring, yeah?"