Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-5543592-20190330222159

Josey set his hat down on the end table and quietly went about unlacing his boots.

''“Ain’t gonna kill her.” Randall said, letting her go. He pulled his goggles back on. “But can’t have anybody shooting me.” Cass had been playing possum, however, and the instant she was free it was like a jolt of electricity had gone through her. Randall sidestepped as she fired off two shots at him and then rolled to avoid the third she sent towards his leg, trying to slow him down.''

Josey sighed heavily. Standing up, he stretched out his back, trying to control his breathing.

''His hands passed over his sheaths mid-roll, Cass’ pistol tracked him, and as he sprung to his feet Cass faced him, pistol ready. A single shot rang out and she froze. Slowly, the pistol slipped from her fingers and Randall slid his knives out of her back. She fell first to a knee and then onto her stomach''

Josey bit down hard on his lip. Easy. Easy now.

''“I warned you.” Randall spat. “Goddamnit. I fucking warned you.”''

''He stuck his daggers back into their sheaths and fired the portal-gun again. He vanished without so much as a flash of light.''

''“Cass.” Josey crawled towards her, setting his elbows in the gathering pool of blood. “Please. Be alright…” He murmured. “Please.”''

The room was suffocating, like a steel coffin. He staggered to the wall and rested his head against it, hyperventalating.

''He forced himself into a sitting position and pulled her onto his lap. He looked at the twin wounds, mirrored in her sides. The knives had found their way perfectly into the gaps of her armor. Undoubtedly fatal—both arteries had been cut, several organs ruptured. Death was guaranteed shortly.''

“Jesus.” He glanced away and stuck a thumb into his mouth to bite down on.

''“Josey.” She beckoned him, weakly. “Is it bad?”''

He struggled to find words.

“Yeah, it’s bad.” She decided.

There was a knock at the door. "One minute." He called.

“Cass…”

''“It’s alright, Blondie.” She said. “Just gonna rest, is all. Nothing more than that.”''

The knock came again. "One minute!" Josey barked.

''“Did it all for you. Left Sarah, Vegas…” He tried to put meaning into what he was saying what wasn’t able to.''

''“I know.” She said, halfway way between a consoling smile and a pained grimace. Her voice grew fainter. “Always knew.”''

He pulled a hand down his face and composed himself, then pressed a button next to the door to emit the visitor.

It was Miller.

"Evening, Mr. Wales."

Josey glared at him. "What do you want?"

Miller presented a folder to him. Josey took hesitantly. "What is it?" He asked, opening it.

"Defense Resolution 118."

Josey gave him a look that said the fuck am I supposed to do with that?

"The act that created this coalition.  When I hand in these documents tomorrow, you become a legal entity in the NCR."

Miller pointed to a blank line. "I thought you might want to give it some thought." He nodded in parting. "Mr. Wales." And then was off, shoes clicking.

Josey closed the door and sat down on the futon.

He stared at the blank line for a long moment.

And then wrote two words.