Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151224155202/@comment-5583506-20151224234523

"It's not just about giving people hope", said Evangeline who didn't like her or her order's methods to be questioned by outsiders. "It's also about setting an example to any Raider who would be foolish enough to try and replace this wretch of the world. Now the Wasteland will know that men like Kriegz are not immortal and that they can be beaten just like anything else."

Kriegz just chuckled at her defense speech. "Did you fuckers put up with goth-Barbie here before? She sounds like a nun I knew... well... before I introduced her to my meat. Then she was all about 'fuck this' and 'fuck that'."

Evangeline just made grimace of disgust.

"Like... Who the fuck are you?" he grinned. "You don't dress like a nun, but you speak as one... All this 'right and wrong' bullshit... Calling me a fucking sinner... You telling me that you haven't sinned before?"

"I am not going to indulge you with conversations, Kriegz. Please, be quiet."

"See? Because you know as well as I that if you gave me a straight answer, I would have been right." He spat in the ground again. "Fucking hypocrite. And you dare to paint mercs as something bad when you are pretty much doing the same fucking thing?"

"I am not a mercenary", she sighed, getting fed up. She just wanted to remain silent, but with her silence she would submit to him. He would declare himself the victor. An evil-doer. A monster...

"Of course, you are..." he chuckled. "And don't you fucking dare tell me otherwise. So, you are out here for some... fuck if I know kind-of-business, and you stumble upon me. You decide to bring me back home to... whatever dump you call home. And then I will be executed and you will be praised as the little strollop who brought Kriegz down. Oorah! Am I right?"

Evangeline didn't reply, she was tired and wouldn't give him the pleasure.

"See? Once again I am right. You are a fucking merc as well, doll. We just get paid differently. You can keep your praise, respect and your self-esteem to yourself, the only real currency out in the Wasteland is caps. Like a huge fucking load of caps!"

"Oh, like this satchel I am carrying?" she pointed out.

Kriegz opened his mouth as if to say something, but slammed his teeth back together. "Fuck", he grumbled.

You win this round, Barbie...