Fallout: Tales of the Crimson Shadow [Kuragari]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Harper chuckles at that. "I mean, if you could fuck a deathclaw, you'd be a certified badass in my book. Can't say I ever got close enough to one to see how big their cocks get, but you've got to assume it'd be like shoving an arm up there, you know?" from her tone, you're not sure if she thinks that's a scary or arousing thought. Harper definitely seems to be a wild one, especially when it comes to dirty talk, so its a bit hard to read her in this case. "Well, try not to get eaten. It'd be a shame to just get to know you and then poof, you're gone. But that's the way things go sometimes."

Ayleen's done talking to the member of her group she brought over and she returns her attention to the conversation at the table. "What the heck have you two started talking about now? I swear, I look away for five seconds. This is why you don't get a vote when new people join, Harper." Done playfully scolding her comrade, she looks back over to you. "We took down the full job details when one of our members was first approached about it. It wasn't worth our time as a group, but I've sent someone to go get them now so you can take them with you."

[Kuragari]

Cassandra just snorts in amusement... even as she finds herself actually, very briefly, wondering what that'd be like. There was a weird thrill to the idea of trying to seduce a Deathclaw so she could get to its nest and nab an egg... but she very quickly pushed such thoughts aside and blamed it on the alcohol as Ayleen returned her attention their way.

"You mean they're coming to share more of the info for the job, or coming along?" Cassandra asked, quirking a brow. "Thought no one was interested in taking the job up? Or would this be more of a, 'tagging along to see how ya do' sort of thing?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Oh no, no one will be going with you. We'll just be giving you the details you'll need so you can find the nest properly. I feel like sneaking past a deathclaw is a decent enough test without adding finding the nest without guidance to your list of tasks." Ayleen clarifies. "We took down the details when we first heard about the job, but the pay wasn't good enough to send a team and split it between everyone involved, and it was deemed to risky to give to one person, unless someone volunteered. I'm sure there are a handful of us that could pull it off, but those people don't have anything to prove. You do. So the job might as well go to you."

Not long later, Ayleen's subordinate returns, handing over a map. She looks it over and nods before handing it to you. "We've marked it here. Its not far, but a little ways away from any roads, so you'll have to travel across open wasteland. I take it that won't be an issue for you?"

[Kuragari]

Cassandra nodded in understanding, relaxing and viewing the rest of the bar out of idle curiosity as they waited. Once she had the map in hand though, she looked it over and nodded again. "Not a problem at all. Had to travel over a fair bit of it just to get here to Batterkill after all."

Unless they had anything else to say or note, Cassandra decided to go ahead, get up, and head on out so she could tackle the mission. She'd double check her equipment, make sure she was good on ammo and her stealth suit was working properly, before going ahead and setting off to the destination. No time like the present after all!

[Lazy Kitsune]

The ladies wish you luck on their journey, and Harper adds that if you make it back safely, drinks are on her. Ayleen had given you a similar offer earlier, but Harper's tone implies she may mean it in a much more literal sense than Ayleen did. Something to look forward to to celebrate your mission if you felt so inclined. You make your way out of town unmolested - though the lewd comments from the increasingly inebriated mercenaries gathered in this town have only increased as you saunter on by. You highly suspect a prolonged stay in Batterkill will all but guarantee a fair few lecherous drunks will make a pass at grabbing your rear or trying to pull you into one of the dingy alleyways sooner or later. Unless you secure a strong enough reputation for yourself first.

[Perception Roll: Nat 1]

You leave through the front gates without trouble, your gear in proper order and no sign of any of the locals thinking about giving you any trouble. With the open wasteland before you, all you had left to do was follow the map Ayleen gave you to this Deathclaw den. The area marked on the map wasn't too far, though it would take you away from the roads to get there, slowing down your travel speed significantly. Luck Roll: Nat 20 Looking at the map, however, you think the terrain seems about as forgiving as you could hope for, up until you reach the quarry. You feel you could make it there in little over an hour if you picked up the pace. Two if you took your time.

[Wasteland Travel - 1 Hour - 1 Possible Encounter]
[Luck Roll: 18 (17+1)]

Your trek across the Empire Wastes was a quiet one. Though a few instances of movement caught your eye, the wildlife in question seemed to be keeping its distance, either uninterested in or wary of your presence as you passed through. The quiet is peaceful, but most importantly it helps you pick up on a noise you might have otherwise missed if you were too focused on the growling of beasts or a raider ambush.

Just a little ways up ahead, a large truck lay toppled on its side, the massive storage container it carried decorated with graffiti that added a splash of colour over the faded and rusted metal chassis. Whatever roads it may have travelled along here have long since been lost to the wasteland, utterly destroyed by the War. The truck now lay part buried in a ditch, but the container stood out enough that something may be stored inside. Or someone, as your ears picked up the very distinct sound of feminine gasps and panting from within.

Getting closer, you can even make out words being whispered between breathy moans. "F~fuck~ Shit~" Despite the crudeness of the words, the speaker hardly sounds distressed. Anything but, even. "This new batch was too good ~oh my god~ mmph~ need to... need to rebalance the formulae... ~ah~ just need to get my head on straight first."

Whoever they were, they were clearly distracted with... something. If you wanted to announce your presence as you approached that was up to you. Or put your sneaking talents to good use and get a look inside before revealing you were here. The back of the storage container seemed slightly ajar, so it would be simple enough for you to take a look inside and see what was going on for yourself.

[Kuragari]

Making her way out of town with no trouble, she sets off across the wasteland towards the quarry in question, paying little attention to the residents as she departs. With a goal in mind now, she found herself entering that state she often got when she had a job. Focus on it, worry about other things as the need arose. It'd often worked well for her before.

Her trek soon brought her to what might otherwise be something of, at first glance, possible non interest to her. Cassandra wasn't like some scavvers in that she was inclined to check out just about anything to see what loot it may or may not have... doing so usually only if she was low on ammo or medical supplies. But the sound of feminine gasps caught her ear, and curiosity got the better of her as she wandered closer.

Humming to herself as she heard the words of whoever was in there... Cassandra goes ahead and sneaks up to it, eager to peer inside first and then see about sneaking further inside. She doesn't yet activate the stealth suit, even though the thing seemed to have practically unlimited charge. She'd wait to do so if it was worth sneaking inside the truck container perhaps.

[Lazy Kitsune]

[Stealth Roll: 23(16+7)]

You approach without making a noise, living up to your alias as you slip up to the container entrance silently and get a look inside. The interior is lit by lamps, so you don't have to rely on the daylight at your back to get a look inside. A desk has been set up, containing test tubes, beakers and few syringes and scattered pills. You recognise a few as being stimpaks, but the others escape easy identification. With the wide array of drugs in the Wasteland, they could be any number of things.

But what holds your attention far more than the equipment and chems on display is the woman you heard that drew your attention here in the first place. A raven haired beauty, clad, at the moment, only in a lab coat, sits in a chair set up in the middle of this hidden away, makeshift laboratory. The chair was currently tilted at an angle, resting partly against the side of the container to keep steady as she kicks her legs out forward. Her eyes are shut as she gasps out, a hand between her legs. Her cheeks are flushed quite heavily while her fingers work away. The tables between you and her cut off your view, but the wet squelching you hear makes it obvious what she's up to.

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She's utterly enraptured in her own self enjoyment, oblivious to your entry into the container. You spy a weapon, a laser pistol, left by the side of the container wall, next to a pile of what must be her clothes. Its far enough away that, as compromised as she is, even if she were to notice you she likely wouldn't be able to get to the weapon in time.

You also notice a faint smell in the air. A sweet one that sends a tingle between your own legs - though the sight before you might be partly responsible for that.

[Endurance Roll: 9 (11-2)] You find your own cheeks flushing as your body heats up. While its not at the point that your stealth suit feels uncomfortable to wear, its tight fit hugs your body with each movement in a way that feels tighter than normal, stimulating your more sensitive regions heavily. Combined with the added heat, while you don't feel compelled to take off your suit, you can't help but feel like you'd be distracted in a fight or intense situation should you go into it without first shedding all your clothing.

A moistness grows in your own legs and they feel weaker. You could approach, but that would expose you to more of whatever that smell was. No doubt its what got this strange woman into her unique predicament, and clearly even mild exposure was having a profound impact on you. You could try to communicate to her from here to minimise exposure... but it wasn't like the feelings this strange smell was giving you were all too bad.

[Kuragari]

Cassandra was quite surprised, both by what she found (which was exceptionally enticing) and the effects the strange, sweet smell was having on her. Especially as it made her writhe in place... the feeling of the suit against her body only adding to the heat that was building up inside of her as she took in a deep, shuddering breath. As much as her instincts told her it'd be a better idea to get away, just chalk this up as some kind of weird chem lab with a beautiful but likely eccentric lady brewing something up... curiosity again got the better of her. Namely because laser pistols weren't common Wastelander fare when it came to weapons, especially for someone running a chem lab.

So, carefully, she slipped on in, trying to remain quiet even as she bit her lip and whimpered just a bit as her body grew more aroused. Maybe if she saw more, she might be able to figure out if she should linger, or even reveal herself and ask questions...

[Lazy Kitsune]

[Stealth Roll: 13 (6+7)] [Endurance Roll: Nat 20]

The moist, tingling sensation between your legs left your step a little more clumsy than normal, a subconscious sway to your hips exaggerating your movements just a little. Your practiced talent at remaining undetected - and the woman's current thoroughly distracted state - won out in the end however, and you avoided being noticed as you made your approach. Moving past the entrance to the container, you get a better view of what was going on before you. Just as you had deduced, this was very clearly a chem lab set up, though much like the laser pistol there were a few other bits of equipment that seemed a bit more high tech than your usual chem fiend would have at their disposal. Not a lot, just a few pieces of cleaner, more compact looking equipment. A light load that could be packed up in a hurry if she left behind the more typical looking beakers containing the chemicals in question. This was probably just the latest in a series of set ups she's had while roaming through the wasteland.

Now inside, you can see puffs of a faintly pink vapour rising from a particularly large tube behind the woman. There was a crack in the roof of the container through which it was filtering out and dissipating in the wind, but enough of it lingered within the air in here that you could feel its effects going stronger and stronger the closer you approached. An intense heat coupled with a growing sensitivity that made you feel the slightest rub of your suit against your erogenous zones. And your pussy seemed to get wetter and wetter on its own, like it was preparing to be fucked by whatever cock came by next.

It not overwhelming, however, and you're able to keep your head on straight as you approach, resisting the worst of the concoctions effects on you. You step over a few bits of the woman's discarded clothing, her seemingly having shed everything only to at some point slip on the lab coat she was wearing once again. Getting closer, you can see the coat parted open at the front by her very large breasts, her nipples poking out despite the heat and humidity in here. Her fingers delved into a pink pussy, crowned by raven pubes that looked like they would normally be trimmed quite neatly but had been left to grow out just a little more than usual. She shook her head as she gasped and moaned, finger fucking herself with a desperate need.

"Fuck... this... mixture was too strong..." she moans out. "Need... need something to fuck me. Anything. Oh fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck!" she starts screaming out this repeated obscenity - or desperate request possibly, as she started humping her own hand with burning need.

[Kuragari]

Still curious how a chem mixer would get some of this gear, but increasingly distracted by the effects upon her body as she bites her lip and does her very best to muffle and bite down a moan, Casandra finds herself oggling the girl once she's practically in front of her. As weird as it was, the fact that she'd thrown her lab coat back on somehow made her all the sexier to the stealthy mercenary, who was equally amazed at how increasingly out of it the lady was. Even with her stealth suit's effects, she was quite sure she could decloak and the woman might not notice she was there unless she said something.

Which well, as she watched her going at her own folds like that and felt her own honeypot feeling so desperately needy... Cassandra went ahead and undid her stealth field and shivered as she said, "Ya got a volunteer, right here~! P~Provided you can tell me about whatever's got you so hot and bothered, and has me feeling hornier than when I had my first lay."