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Published: 2016-06-03 14:29:10 +0000 UTC; Views: 836; Favourites: 34; Downloads: 10
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Moonlit Ember (The blue and green Stallion) is drawn and owned byEverything else is drawn by me.
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Jet: Oh...I would think disgusting murder would fit better but...I guess that works.
Vulcan: Found anything?
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Terror: Only my Dinner so far
*she laughs and continues her search*
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Jet: heh heh....egh... *He nervously shifted*
Finally, under a bed a large yellow box was lying, chained and covered in gore splats
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Terror: *She pulls the Box out*
Big one, wanna give it a try?
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Vulcan: Throw it over then!
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Terror: *She throws the Box to him*
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Vulcan: Stamps onto the Box, breakign the lock open with his mighty hoof.* There...enjoy. *He opens it up to reveal a huge stash of caps and drugs all in different condisions.
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Terror: *She laughs and takes everything*
This will keep you two alive for a while~
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Jet: Heh...ugh nah, I'm good... *he shakes his head*
Vulcan: Works for me... *he heads to the campfire and beds and places down his pack* Ugh...what a fuckin day...
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Terror:
It was quite good, I think *She jumps onto one Bad and lays down on it* I've killed someponys and found chems. I call it a day
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Vulcan: *lays on his back and looks up at the darkening sky* For you maybe, but for us we just bearly scrape by...
Jet: I mean...we arn't that bad off dude.
Vulcan: Maybe for you pureblood, but for me its hard, Just shut it and go to bed.
Jet: *secures his metal protector* I mean...i guess
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Terror: Pureblood?
*She sounds curious*
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Jet: I mean...ugh...
Vulcan: He aint Β a junkie like us, guy doesn't touch chems.
Jet: They rot your insides and the effects are just...awful. Like, you know dash is basically cow crap is gas form, yoi are literally inhaling shit!
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Terror: *She laughs and breaks her own foreleg infront of Jets face. She hisses in pain, but pushes it back in place. The wound heals*
This is Hydra in my veins. It is rare, but if you are violent enough you find it... And if not, then you have a Problem, not before...
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Jet: *Stunned, he turns and dry heaves*
Vulcan: I can relate...I also have been drugged for years, since I was a foal, by my shit eating parents. Though I dont have that kind of regeneration.
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Terror: *laughs*
Look at you, you are a mountain of a pony. That is worth something too, I guess
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Vulcan: *He doesnt return the laugh* It still hurts, accelerated bone and muscle growth... I just want it to stop...but the only thing that stops it is more drink...and chems... *He looks pretty depressed*Β
...did you have parents Terror....ones who cared for you?"
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Terror: *He can See sadness in her eyes, before it breaks away*
'Yes...' She grits the teeth of her maw
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Vulcan: Mine were bastards, from birth all I got was crap from them you know? Dad drugged my food, and my mom just directly jammed it into my flesh. They wanted me to become some fighter for caps...
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Terror:
You have killed them, I guess?
*She narrows her eyes*
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Vulcan: *for a few minuites he remained silent, then nodded.* I was 17, tired and drugged upon Buck. My father decided it would be a good idea to, while I was already drugged mind, mix hydra with dash and crushed Mentals. Well it didn't work, In a frenzy I ended up killing him. My mom came in to see me in my drugged state and attempted to shoot me. A bullet hit my leg and went right through...I killed her too...and I could barely remember a thing...
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Terror: *She snorts in contempt*
They deserved it, donΒ΄t cry a tear after them
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Vulcan: Oh trust me I don't...I am glad they are gone,but I was still alone, and everyone I knew began shooting at me, The bandits that raised me saw me as a monster...even my friends tried to gun me down...
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Terror: I killed most of my friends... Ate quite a few, too...
*She shivers hard, her maw moves in slow chewing motions and one of her eyes twitches*
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Vulcan: heh...I guess we have a lot in common after all...aside from the eating part...I didnt fall that far...
Jet: Vulcan h...I though you said you were from a farm?
Vulcan: Nah Jet...I was born a bandit...A fucking disgusting bandit...
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Terror: Excuse me fora second...
*Her head twitches as she stands up and walks some meters away. She screams and shouts like a Suffering animal. Then she comes back*
So... Where are you from, Jet?~
*She asks nearly friendly*
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Jet: ugh...ugh...did you ju...
Vulcan: Just carry on Jet, best to keep of our shit...
Jet: w...well I am...heh...well...Ex GPEΒ
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Terror: *Her eyes narrow and she hisses*
One of the canned chickens?
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Jet: Oh gods dont kill me!!!Β
Vulcan: Relax...she wont...
Jet: ugh...i....I was but I didn't stay long, I couldn't get power armour to work so...er...I was kicked out...so I sat in bars...gambling, drinking, then I got a dept that was way to big...so I got Vulcan to protect me
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Terror: *She relaxes a bit*
So... Kinda a pony with Bad luck, huh?
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Jet: I found Vulcan in the streets in Haybale Junction, He offered protection for drink
Vulcan: Came up to me covered in bruises and cuts.
Jet: heh...yeah those dept collectors are pretty tough
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Terror: They are food...~
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Jet: Wait...y...you wanna help me?
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Terror: *She shrugs*
Why not? You look like a decent Stallion and killing stuff is always good~
*She gives him a wink*
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Jet: uuugh
Vulcan: Take the offer Jet...
Jet: I mean...I dont have any caps to pay you...
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Terror: *She laughs*
I will find something you can pay me with, Don't worry. And if it are only the dead bodys and loot of the ponys that hunt you~
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Jet: Well...ok good
Vulcan: Guess you wont need me anymore...
Jet: NO NO NO! I need both of you to help me, these guys are nasty, I am taking Lasers and Plasma. Their leader, Travis wears custom Power Armour. Its to dangerous to be only two of us
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Terror: Besides I like you, big guy. You can fight at least
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Vulcan: Thanks, feelings mutual
Jet: Vulcan that's the most heartfelt you've ever been, somebody got a crush?
Vulcan: Fuck you
Jet: Just sayin...
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Terror: *She laughs*
Jet, such things you can't simply say, such things you better keep in your little head
*she licks over his cheek, then giggles*
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Jet: *he shudders* heheh...I er...kinda already have a crush.....ugh...its bloody...
Vulcan: Yeah...with a ghost...
Jet: SHUT UP I...er...heh...
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Terror: *Suddenly Jet can feel pressure around his throat. She is biteing into the collar he put around it before. She pulls her head back, releasing him*
Sorry, told you that would happen...
*She hisses and forces herself to calm down*
Anyways, a Ghost? That you have to explain...
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Jet: OH CELESTIS NO
Vulcan: Jet! Breathe...and...relax, you are safe.
Jet: I...I...
Vulcan: He Loves Rainbow Dash, Yeah, the dead one...
Jet: I mean...our bunker had a hologram version of her...
Vulcan: I guess its not as bad as wanting to fuck a ghoul...
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Terror: *She laughs about the last sentence*
It is a really weird, but unique feeling, I can tell you
*She waves a dismissive hoof*
But you Fell in love with the hologram, huh? That is... Somewhere between cute, stupid and creepy...~
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Jet: She was kind, strong willed, the GPE had really programmed her just like her previous self.
Vulcan: How do you know that, It could just be from old letters and propaganda.
Jet: I know just....she looked so pretty, rainbow hair...cyan fur...violet eyes...
Vulcan: And there he goes...So...anyone in particular out there for you Terror?
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Terror: *She shakes his head and giggles as Jet speaks about the Hologram, but then looks to Vulcan*
Huh? Oh no, it is kinda hard for me to find somepony. Not that I don't get laid, I simply tend to end realtionships... Suprisingly
*She licks over her maw, but looks sad*
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Vulcan: I am not surprised *he said bluntly*
Jet: Aw I mean...Maybe if you find someone real nice, and they wear the collar problem solved right?
(I am drawing some art of these characters now, this has turned into a pretty awesome story 
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(Uh cool, that's awesome ^^ And yeah, the story is pretty good so far
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Terror: *sighs*
I only bite into throats most of the time... But not always
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Vulcan: What? sometimes leg meat is too tempting?
Jet: Dont tease her, for our sake dude.
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