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Every hoofstep was becoming more and more painful for Vignette, as he struggled to keep up with his co-worker, Shank. The dark green stallion ahead of him had a lot more experience with traversing long distances, and so he didn't mind the short trot to their first destination of their journey.

"Do you mind..." Vignette huffed, sweat dotting his brow. "If we... slow down... a little...?"

"Oh come on!" Shank grumbled. "We're not even there yet!"

"How... much longer?"

Shank thought for a moment. "Another hour, I think."

"What?" Vignette nearly shrieked. "Another hour?!?"

"Yep."

Vignette groaned, his breath too short to speak. He hadn't been helping Shank's ire through his complaints about sore hooves, tired legs, short breath and minor dehydration. He brought up a canteen from his side and took a quick drink, all by using his mouth.

"Shank?"

Shank's eye twitched. "What?"

"You sure this is a good idea?"

"What, walking?"

Vignette shook his head. "Going after the bounty."

Shank turned and raised an eyebrow, a light smirk on his face. "You scared or something?"

"I am not scared about it." Truth be told, Vignette was worried his combat skills were... less-than-adequate. Being versed in medicinal practices and scientific principles, he hadn't had time to develop his combat prowess to the level that Shank had obtained. His only weapon was a low-power magic plasma gun, which he could barely hold straight. "I'm just thinking there are better ways of getting money."

"Not really." Shank turned back to the road. "I mean, yeah, I guess, but those sorts of things I can't do, so this is the best idea for me."

"Whereas I can." Vignette turned his head back to the town they had just left, wishing he were back in the infirmary, helping the town's gruff old doctor with his patients. It would be much less dangerous than going out and getting killed.

"Then why are you here?" Shank groused to himself.

"Because I had a feeling you'd probably shoot everypony just to find our target, and I don't want more dead ponies in this world." Vignette snapped. "Your social skills leave a little to be desired."

"Are you saying I'm stupid?" Shank retorted.

"No, not at all. I'm just saying I'm better at talking to ponies."

"Way I see it, we don't really need to talk; just point a gun at them and ask a question."

Vignette scoffed. "And risk getting your own head blown off. How wise."

Shank turned to face Vignette, an angry look in his bright green eyes. "At least I can defend myself!"

"At least I have the sense to duck when bullets start flying!"

"At least I can shoot back!"

"Knowing your luck, you'd probably get perforated before you could even get a shot off."

"Luck don't matter when I have skill."

"And I suppose being smart enough not to shoot everypony doesn't matter when you have heightened physical abilities?"

"I'm not that dumb, you idiot!"

"Right, of course. Still, we can't rely on muzzlepoint negotiations, and somepony has to patch you up when you get beaten to a bloody pulp."

"I have healing potions and stimpaks, I don't need a doc!"

"Do you even know how to apply them properly?"

"Yeah - just drink the potions and stab yourself with the stimpaks."

Vignette facehoofed. "Luna-dammit, it isn't that simple!"

"It's kept me alive so far!"

"Because you probably consumed double the amount you need!" Vignette sighed. "Good thing you can't overdose on them."

"Ok, so I can't apply a damn potion or stimpak, and I can't talk to ponies as well as you can. At least I can fight."

"I know that."

"So when we get into some serious combat, you need some way to defend yourself."

Vignette pointed to the energy pistol at his side. "I have this."

Shank rolled his eyes. "You can barely use it!"

"I can still shoot with it!"

"You don't even know where to shoot!"

"Centre of seen mass."

Shank sighed. "You're still not going to do much damage."

"It's called 'stealth'."

"You can't even sneak!" Shank cried.

"Neither can you!" Vignette snapped back.

"I'm still better at it!" Shank pointed a hoof at the pegasus. "You stick out like a sore hoof!"

Vignette facehoofed again. "I can't just change my bloody coat and mane, obviously."

"Then wear something to compensate!"

"I don't have any clothes except my scrubs!"

Shank rolled his eyes again and turned back to the road. "Celestia, you're useless."

Vignette grumbled. "In combat, maybe."

"You're annoying as hell!"

"Like you're any better!"

"I'm-!" Shank growled sharply. "Never mind, this is a stupid argument anyway!"

Vignette flapped a wing up and took to the air, hovering beside Shank. The dark green buck looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Why didn't you fly before...?"

"You have no idea how exhausting it is to fly for long periods of time."

As Shank muttered under his breath, their destination came into view.

My first contribution to a gmod tennis between ~KingOfAllNoobs and I. The basic story is my ponysona, Vignette, and his OC, Shank, are working together to hunt somepony down for his bounty.

Oh, BTW, this isn't Fallout Equestria-based. Well, sort of. It's not set in the worldframe created by Kkat or Somber.

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: here

I dunno about you but I'm looking forward to this thing

Anyway, enjoy, and let me know what you think.

Vignette (c) Me
Shank (c) ~KingOfAllNoobs
Image (c) Me

Description
Every hoofstep was becoming more and more painful for Vignette, as he struggled to keep up with his co-worker, Shank. The dark green stallion ahead of him had a lot more experience with traversing long distances, and so he didn't mind the short trot to their first destination of their journey.

"Do you mind..." Vignette huffed, sweat dotting his brow. "If we... slow down... a little...?"

"Oh come on!" Shank grumbled. "We're not even there yet!"

"How... much longer?"

Shank thought for a moment. "Another hour, I think."

"What?" Vignette nearly shrieked. "Another hour?!?"

"Yep."

Vignette groaned, his breath too short to speak. He hadn't been helping Shank's ire through his complaints about sore hooves, tired legs, short breath and minor dehydration. He brought up a canteen from his side and took a quick drink, all by using his mouth.

"Shank?"

Shank's eye twitched. "What?"

"You sure this is a good idea?"

"What, walking?"

Vignette shook his head. "Going after the bounty."

Shank turned and raised an eyebrow, a light smirk on his face. "You scared or something?"

"I am not scared about it." Truth be told, Vignette was worried his combat skills were... less-than-adequate. Being versed in medicinal practices and scientific principles, he hadn't had time to develop his combat prowess to the level that Shank had obtained. His only weapon was a low-power magic plasma gun, which he could barely hold straight. "I'm just thinking there are better ways of getting money."

"Not really." Shank turned back to the road. "I mean, yeah, I guess, but those sorts of things I can't do, so this is the best idea for me."

"Whereas I can." Vignette turned his head back to the town they had just left, wishing he were back in the infirmary, helping the town's gruff old doctor with his patients. It would be much less dangerous than going out and getting killed.

"Then why are you here?" Shank groused to himself.

"Because I had a feeling you'd probably shoot everypony just to find our target, and I don't want more dead ponies in this world." Vignette snapped. "Your social skills leave a little to be desired."

"Are you saying I'm stupid?" Shank retorted.

"No, not at all. I'm just saying I'm better at talking to ponies."

"Way I see it, we don't really need to talk; just point a gun at them and ask a question."

Vignette scoffed. "And risk getting your own head blown off. How wise."

Shank turned to face Vignette, an angry look in his bright green eyes. "At least I can defend myself!"

"At least I have the sense to duck when bullets start flying!"

"At least I can shoot back!"

"Knowing your luck, you'd probably get perforated before you could even get a shot off."

"Luck don't matter when I have skill."

"And I suppose being smart enough not to shoot everypony doesn't matter when you have heightened physical abilities?"

"I'm not that dumb, you idiot!"

"Right, of course. Still, we can't rely on muzzlepoint negotiations, and somepony has to patch you up when you get beaten to a bloody pulp."

"I have healing potions and stimpaks, I don't need a doc!"

"Do you even know how to apply them properly?"

"Yeah - just drink the potions and stab yourself with the stimpaks."

Vignette facehoofed. "Luna-dammit, it isn't that simple!"

"It's kept me alive so far!"

"Because you probably consumed double the amount you need!" Vignette sighed. "Good thing you can't overdose on them."

"Ok, so I can't apply a damn potion or stimpak, and I can't talk to ponies as well as you can. At least I can fight."

"I know that."

"So when we get into some serious combat, you need some way to defend yourself."

Vignette pointed to the energy pistol at his side. "I have this."

Shank rolled his eyes. "You can barely use it!"

"I can still shoot with it!"

"You don't even know where to shoot!"

"Centre of seen mass."

Shank sighed. "You're still not going to do much damage."

"It's called 'stealth'."

"You can't even sneak!" Shank cried.

"Neither can you!" Vignette snapped back.

"I'm still better at it!" Shank pointed a hoof at the pegasus. "You stick out like a sore hoof!"

Vignette facehoofed again. "I can't just change my bloody coat and mane, obviously."

"Then wear something to compensate!"

"I don't have any clothes except my scrubs!"

Shank rolled his eyes again and turned back to the road. "Celestia, you're useless."

Vignette grumbled. "In combat, maybe."

"You're annoying as hell!"

"Like you're any better!"

"I'm-!" Shank growled sharply. "Never mind, this is a stupid argument anyway!"

Vignette flapped a wing up and took to the air, hovering beside Shank. The dark green buck looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Why didn't you fly before...?"

"You have no idea how exhausting it is to fly for long periods of time."

As Shank muttered under his breath, their destination came into view.

My first contribution to a gmod tennis between ~KingOfAllNoobs and I. The basic story is my ponysona, Vignette, and his OC, Shank, are working together to hunt somepony down for his bounty.

Oh, BTW, this isn't Fallout Equestria-based. Well, sort of. It's not set in the worldframe created by Kkat or Somber.

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: here

I dunno about you but I'm looking forward to this thing

Anyway, enjoy, and let me know what you think.

Vignette (c) Me
Shank (c) ~KingOfAllNoobs
Image (c) Me