Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)
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				Title: <strong>Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 09:03:33</strong>
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				It had been two days since the attack on the caravan. Ever since those new people, the Enclave, had shown up, life in the Capital Wasteland was even more chaotic than usual. The Super-Mutants had gotten good and riled up by this new happening, and that made them all to happy to attack trade caravans. Like the one David was a part of. It was nothing special, just a fairly standard route past a few of the more open vaults- They'd even learned of some changes in the old Vault 101 policies, some new Overseer, who was willing to start doing some trade. Purified Water? Thank you very much. Unfortunately, it was enough to raise the Super Mutants ire.<br><br>Germantown Police Station. A heavily fortified Super Mutant base. There had been others when you got there- People from Bigtown, that poor scrap of hell that called itself a town, cast off by the feral kids down in Little Lamplight. Most of them were gone now, most of your caravan, too. From the 'snacks' the Super Mutants enjoyed, your prospects looked about as grim as a cripple being chased by a Yao Guai. It hadn't been ten minutes since they'd taken one of them, Shorty, a rather... scrappy young man down to... whatever the hell was in the basement. Red, the other one, apparently a doctor or something like that, was practically catatonic, shuddering and sobbing. Suddenly, you hear... Well, you're not sure what. A few gunshots from outside. Probably some poor bastard for the stewpot. Another two minutes pass, when you hear more gunshots, from upstairs, followed by a dull thump. You've spent enough time in the wasteland to recognize a mine going off. The funny thing is, you're pretty sure these mutants don't use mines... The sounds continue. Gunshots ringing upstairs, your guard looking more and more nervous. A gunshot goes off, much closer this time, not far outside the room Then he stands up, as the sound of music starts filtering through the air, from outside the door '<em>Meat's gonna be the death of Old Pete yet!</em>. 'Probably Molerats.' he says in that thick voice of a Super Mutant, running out the door. And you hear a sound. It's tough to tell what the hell it is, but if you'd ever seen a jackhammer, you'd swear it was one of them impacting with flesh. The Supermutant's head rolls past the door, and something that looks like a creature straight out of a nightmare enters the jailroom, eyes glowing red, head like that picture you saw in that pre-war book of the Devil, jet-black. The wan sunlight from the cracks in the building stream around it, silhouetting it. The song keeps playing, "<em>They found him chopping on his cell-mate!</em>" It moves towards the door of Red, and she backs away, on all fours, looking terrified- When the creature bends down, removing what you now realize to be a helmet.<br><br>'It's alright, I'm going to help you out of there.' The woman's voice is unaccented, but her skin is a saffron color, black hair falling messily around her head. She fishes around inside one of the pockets of the armor for a moment, taking the key that you were pretty sure was on the huge super mutant that had been guarding you. She approaches your door, doing the same. 'Anyone else alive in this place?' Red stands up, and seems to be in shock for a moment, before blurting out " Shorty! They-They got Shorty! They took him to the kitchen!" The woman looks towards the two of you. " Here. Don't shoot me in the back with them or something..." she says, tossing you both... It looks like one of the laser pistols you see some of the nastier class of raider throwing around, but it's in much better shape than most of the ones you've scavenged. 'Let's go rescue your friend. That was the last of them on this floor.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 04:44:25</strong>
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				Being a trader in a caravan was no picnic; living hand to mouth from town to town, always exposed to the elements, no prospects for retirement.&nbsp; Still, David managed to eke out as good a living as most could ask for in this wasteland.&nbsp; And he was talented and lucky enough to be able to handle the occasional handfuls of raiders that came along, but Super Mutants?&nbsp; That was too much for his caravan.<br><br>Which left him in a cell in a renovated police station.&nbsp; Or perhaps 'gutted' would better describe it.&nbsp; It was hard, watching people get picked out one by one, with nothing to do but wait for his turn.&nbsp; And think.&nbsp; And so he thought, and mostly he thought about what got him into this.&nbsp; He was no grizzled vet, but he'd been a trader for years now, and he'd always stayed away from Super Mutant territory.&nbsp; The raid, or ambush, or whatever you want to call it, that got him... that was unique.&nbsp; There was something to it.&nbsp; Something had to drive those Super Mutants that far afield in order to reach him.&nbsp; But what, he didn't know.<br><br>At least, he didn't know until this attack started.&nbsp; At first he thought it might be some unfortunate soul who strayed too close, without knowing about the mutants.&nbsp; But the fighting was getting closer, it was definitely inside.&nbsp; Whoever it is, it's someone deliberately attacking.&nbsp; And that's when David realized that the Super Mutants were going farther afield out of desperation; something was hunting them.<br><br>And then this armored figure, this woman, appears.&nbsp; The hunter (or huntress as the case turns out to be), clearing out the base single-handedly it seems.&nbsp; Naturally he doesn't argue with being let out, even though poor Red is a mess and Shorty's probably already in the stew.&nbsp; Naturally he doesn't argue with being armed, though he's used to more traditional firearms; lasers have to work the same way, right?&nbsp; Point and click.<br><br>"Thanks, stranger."&nbsp; He brings himself to smile, an old habit from salesmanship, smiling despite everything, and he turns to his cellmate of sorts.&nbsp; "Come on Red, everything's going to be alright.&nbsp; You've got to pull yourself together; Shorty's gonna need you, when we get to him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 05:11:20</strong>
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				Red looks comforted by your words. 'That's the spirit, wastelander.' The way the woman says it... It isn't an insult. On so many people's lips, raiders, townies, Brotherhood, a wastelander's the worst of the worst. Scum. But something's different about her. ' Let's save your friend.' She nods to you, and moves quickly, leading you through the base, towards a stairwell downward. 'Here's the way downstairs... Stay quiet. Follow my lead.' The powerfist seems out of place on that delicate, slim hand, uncovered by the power armor, but you can see the callouses that mark it. The stench of human flesh is almost sickening, Red covering her mouth as you pass one of the bags of... You're not sure if it's leftovers, snacks, or the parts they couldn't eat. To your surprise, the woman occasionally stops, slipping that nimble hand into the bags, showing a truly impressive level of intestinal fortitude as she plucks things out. You almost have to ask her what she thinks she's doing... When her hands yank out a couple boxes of shotgun shells, stuffing it into one of the large pouches along the armored form. 'You'd be surprise how many things people leave just lying around...' she whispers, dropping to all fours as you reach the bottom floor. Her movement... It's difficult to describe. If you'd ever seen one alive, you'd call it catlike, like a jaguar. It almost even seems a little like those horror stories you hear around the camp, of Deathclaws. Silent as the night, and deadly. The metaphor would work better if she were ten feet of muscle and hide, rather than five feet of lean toned body that, even through the power armor, hints of a young woman in the prime of her life.<br><br>She leads you towards the kitchen. You can hear a crackling sound of fire... And somebody berating a Super Mutant. Astonishingly, it sounds like Shorty's still alive, defying all the natures of Super Mutants, and the waste. Your savior moves slowly on all fours, pointing towards the door, before bursting into action. Moving like a Jethead, with a Psycho chaser, she's in the room in a moment, blows pounding into the Brute who's trying to intimidate Shorty. The Super Mutant seems a tad bit nonplussed by the demon that seems to have erupted from the gates of hell to attack it, and the assault of the woman, combined with a rain of lasershots from you and Red, soon leave it lying across the floor, comprehensively dead. The pistol is a lot different from a normal one, the recoil is nil, and it fires surprisingly rapidly, but you're getting the hang of it quick enough. After freeing Shorty, the woman starts heading back towards the entrance- Then stops you. 'Wait, they'll probably have a storesroom...' She disappears into the next corridor for a moment, and returns, appearing to be lugging... You don't even want to know what the hell that is, but it has a rad symbol and seems to be the sort of thing you don't want pointed at you. " Just a little souvenir." she says enigmatically, before leading you to the ground floor again, out the back door. 'We can make it back to Bigtown, now. You three should be safe when you get there.' she says, tossing Shorty another one of the laser pistols.<br><br>In your travels, you don't often get the chance to listen to a radio. They're fairly rare, and until recently, the only thing you could usually get out in these boondocks was some work from the Enclave Channel- Hardly the most entertaining fare. But, you have stopped in enough towns to hear what's going on. A Vault Dweller, by the moniker of the Lone Wanderer- Three-dog, for his own reasons, never uses her name. But apparently, she's been doing some good around the wasteland- Including, you have a hunch, saving your bacon from the fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 16:47:55</strong>
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				David watches expectantly as his rescuer, this Lone Wanderer as Three-Dog calls her, goes to the storeroom and returns.&nbsp; "I don't suppose there was a Brahmin loaded with supplies in there?&nbsp; I'm not from Big Town, I was part of a trade caravan.&nbsp; Though I suppose that phase of my life is over; no supplies, no caps to build up supplies..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 16:57:46</strong>
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				She shakes her head. 'Sorry, nope. What'd the caravan carry? I found a pretty decent quantity of ammo down there, but the Super Mutants don't keep much else...' ' You could always join our shithole of a town.' says Shorty. You're not sure if he's being sarcastic enough, his voice only seems to have one setting. 'Hey, it'll be fun, the next time the Super Mutants come by, we won't have any way to stop them, so we get to go through all of this again.' The four of you are hiking through the wasteland. It's evening, so the heat isn't too bad, the wind pulling dust-devils across the wasteland. Ah, home.<br><br>' They're going to attack again soon, then?' the Wanderer asks. ' I might be able to stay around long enough to help you fend them off. I might even be able to help you put together a mine-field.' She turns towards the three of you, removing the power fist to hold out her hand to shake. 'I'm Chun-Li, by the way.' she says, bowing her head. She seems to have a somewhat unnerving grin on her face at the thought of the high explosives. She seems like a nice enough young woman, but something about her definitely seems odd- Might be that whole 'vault dweller' thing you've heard about. Being stuck underground that long would drive anyone crazy. 'Hey, there's the city.' She says, pausing outside the gates as Red and Shorty make their way in. She turns her head over to you. 'So, Trader, going to stay here in the comfortable desolation of Bigtown?' she asks, as she walks in, everyone gathering around for a bit of Minefield 101.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 18:23:53</strong>
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				He shakes her hand as he shakes his head.&nbsp; "Big Town isn't exactly where I'd want to settle down.&nbsp; Of course, settling down isn't something I'm inclined toward.&nbsp; But then, now I've got no caravan, and I'm not half as good in a fight as you.&nbsp; There's really no place left in the world for someone like me..."
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 23:29:08</strong>
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				It's after the demonstration. The two of you sit on one of the benches, watching the villagers as they plant some mines, a gift from Chun-Li. You have no idea where she got all of them, she mentioned something about a ghost town and an asshole sniper.<br><br>She grins. ' If you were half as good as me, the Enclave probably would've tried to recruit you.' she taps her chin. 'Well, I tell you what, I like you. If you're a caravaner, you can probably survive in the wastelands with a little help from yours truly..." She looks at you quietly. 'But, you have to promise me one thing. Don't go dying on me, alright? Don't do some... stupid heroic shit, and get yourself killed. It happens way too much.' She looks back towards the people. You could swear she's crying a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 23:44:04</strong>
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				Sighing softly, he puts an arm around her shoulders, gently.&nbsp; "I promise..."&nbsp; He knows better than to try to say or do more than that; she'll have to open up at her own pace, and anything he might do to push the issue would just make things worse.
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 23:58:45</strong>
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				She looks down at herself. The power armor is, perhaps, a tad bit wrong for this sort of thing. 'Tell you what... The mutants won't be attacking until tomorrow. Until then...' She smiles. 'How about we spend the night here? The common house is empty, it'd be just the two of us. Um, I'll take off the power armor, of course...' She blushes, rubbing her head. The girl seems to be... well, just a girl, comparatively speaking. You're not necessarily an old codger yourself, but it's becoming more and more obvious that, despite the amount of growing up she's been forced to do in this environment, she's still just a 19 year old girl. 'I'll meet you there in a few minutes, okay? I've got to get changed out of this.'
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				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 00:18:51</strong>
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				"Alright.."&nbsp; He stands, letting his hand linger on her (armored) shoulder for an extra moment, and makes his way to the common house in town.<br><br>Lying on the cot, his mind starts to wander a bit.&nbsp; If this was any other girl, he'd figure she would come in, they'd have sex, and he'd basically prostitute himself for her protection in the wastes.&nbsp; Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just not something he ever envisioned himself doing.&nbsp; Still, with this girl... there's just something about her, something that tells him she's not just wanting sex.&nbsp; Maybe not wanting sex at all.&nbsp; But she clearly lost someone, and clearly wants some companionship she's missing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 00:30:36</strong>
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				She walks in... And you're not entirely sure where she found that lingerie. 'Uh, I hope you don't mind, but... it's the only thing I have to wear that isn't going to be pretty uncomfortable.' she says. Clearly, she's embarrassed, and the contrast between the way she looked before, while in her element, and now... Good god, the girl might actually be a virgin. ' I... hope this isn't too forward of me.' Since leaving the vault, it's been an endless parade of people... wanting something. Defuse this nuke, replace that radio dish, find your father, break a leg so I can study the effects... She softly sits on the cot, lying down next to you. Without the power armor, you can see her, all of her. She's a young woman, out of her element, nervous, vulnerable- Though you can see the effects that the time in the wasteland have had on her. Her body's tough, skin that soft saffron, the pale color of someone who's been wearing that power armor quite a bit. 'I... I hope that I look nice...' she says.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 01:08:39</strong>
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				He smiles and runs a hand over her arm slowly, feeling her soft skin.&nbsp; Between the vault and the power armor, he gets this sense that she's... well-preserved, in a physical sense.&nbsp; "You look beautiful..."
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 03:52:33</strong>
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				She softly lies against you as your hand moves over her skin. She's clumsy in her movements, but clearly well-meaning, as she presses her body against you. Her face still shows that soft blush, cuddling up against you- The way she's pressing against you, it's almost like she's looking for protection, comfort. A surprising thing from someone as capable as her, but still...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 06:19:57</strong>
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				Wanting to let her move at her own pace, he simply runs his hand along her back and shoulders, letting the fingers of his other hand stroke through her hair.
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				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 07:32:07</strong>
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				She softly sighs in your hands, pressed against you. 'I've never done anything like this before...' Her eyes slowly shift upwards, warm, brown, pleasant. 'I... Could you... guide me? Please?' she asks earnestly, hands against you as she looks up at you. You can tell the leap she's making her, of trusting someone she's only just met- She must see something in you to make it seem like a good idea to be so open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 00:04:10</strong>
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				Dragging his fingers back across her shoulder, he pulls one of the lingerie straps down.&nbsp; "Do you trust me, Chun-Li?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 00:15:01</strong>
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				She's quiet for a moment, but her hands don't move to stop you from undressing her. 'Y... Yes. I trust you.' she says, burying her head against your shoulder, pressing close to you, moving her body to let you slowly undress her body, revealing all of her, the smooth, but not soft, body beneath. Her breasts are surprisingly large- You can only imagine that the power armor works effectively as a bra- and she has them pressed up against you now, as she holds her arms up for you to remove the straps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 02:55:04</strong>
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				Removing the lingerie, he gently presses her back against the cot, positioning himself over her.&nbsp; "Then just lie back, and let me do all the work."&nbsp; He leans down and begins to softly kiss along her neck, letting his hands run across her stomach just below her breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love by the Glowlight, a Postapocalyptic Romance.  (Ajoxer, Circlmastr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 08:59:33</strong>
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				She closes her eyes, and softly lets you move your hands across her, that smooth, yet so hard beneath the surface, body feeling pleasant against your hands as she bites her lip, letting you touch her wherever you want, trusting you as she breathes softly, relaxing under the touches. 'Y... You've done this with many women?' she asks, a blush on her face at the rather improper question.
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