punkettebrawler

[punkettebrawler]

IN BATTLE [ ... ] YOUR MUSE

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fights honorably / fights dirty

prefers close quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle / rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade /  prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential / exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skillset / learning their skillset

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

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[punkettebrawler]

Misfit Toys [Holly/Mason]

@saltyspitfire

In the past, Holly might have felt guilty for the comment about the woman’s mother. And it was not that she didn’t feel sorry at all, but her own discomfort at feeling stared at overshadowed that almost completely. Despite Matty’s assurances that her face was not as scarred and disfigured as she believed, any time she felt someone’s eyes on her, she became irrationally self conscious and agitated. Her own features twitched slightly, and she looked away before nodding.

“Don’t go to either so often these days, but I been a lot in the past,” she admitted. Memories of the pasty faced shit flickered through her mind, followed closely by a wave of anxiety. Holly thrust a hand into her pocket, searching desperately for a cigarette and a match. It wasn’t what she really wanted, but it would do, With an uneasy hand, she stuck a smoke between her lips, and set to lighting it, taking a long drag after, “Still, you coulda seen me at either one easy enough. Can’t say as I recall if we’ve traded before…”

Whether Mason thought anything of the way Holly’s face looked was impossible to tell, but considering her choice of employer it would be a safe bet to assume she hadn’t even given the scars or the crooked nose a single thought. Disfigurements and lasting bodily injuries had become the norm for Mason, and it was something she saw every day - both on her own face and most clientele at the Combat Zone.

“Mh-no,” Mason mused almost absentmindedly, still trying to recall where it was she had seen Holly before - or if it had even been her at all. “I don’t think we have traded before. Would have remembered someone like you, you don’t sound like you’re from around here,” she concluded with a slight, lopsided, semi-polite smile. She rooted around in her own pocket for a packet of cigarettes and her lighter, and drew one out, slowly twisting it between her index finger and thumb for a moment. “Isn’t trade good there anymore, since you stopped going there?” she asked conversationally and stuck the cigarette between her lips

[punkettebrawler]

“ long day?”

Mason sat by the bar at the Third Rail, currently nursing a fresh black eye, a fat lip and a tumbler of whiskey. The sound of a voice off to the side caused her to turn her head fractionally and look at him from the corners of her eyes. “Whatever gave you that idea?” She asked and turned her face so that she could look at him properly.

She didn’t wait for an answer before she reached behind the counter and snatched up a clean glass, setting it down in front of her. She poured out a couple of fingers of whiskey from the bottle she had asked Charlie to leave with her and slid it expertly towards Cassidy.

[punkettebrawler]

“Your mama tell you it ain't polite to stare?”

The comment elicited a quick twitch of Mason’s mouth that could just as easily have been a trick of the light as it could have been a smile. “Nah,” she replied with a brief shake of her head, “died before she had the chance, I’m afraid.”

She raised the hand holding her cigarette to her lips and took a drag from it, looking Holly up and down more intently now. “Trying to figure out where I’ve seen you before. Do you visit Bunker Hill often? Diamond City?” She asked in a neutral voice, going over the places she thought would be the most likely in her head.

[punkettebrawler]

“I took the liberty of making breakfast. I hope you don’t mind. It’s the least I could do.”

Mason had woken up to the tantalizing smell of food being prepared, and she rubbed her eyes groggily as she sat up. She got up from her spot on the couch and padded barefoot over to where Reese stood and came up behind her, resting her chin on her shoulder to see what she was doing. “Mmh,” she murmured approvingly, inhaling the smell of food deeply. “What are you making?” She asked in a husky voice, hoarse from a mixture of disuse and the heavy drinking they had done the night before.

[punkettebrawler]

“You have nowhere to go and I have a couch. Like it or not, you’re gonna stay.“

Mason peered out through the window just as a streak of green lightning shot across the sky, causing her mouth to twist into a faint scowl. If the darkness of the approaching evening had been her only concern she probably would have gotten up and left, but with the radstorm now bearing down outside Mason resigned herself to stay. “And what do you propose we do?” She asked and turned her gaze to Reese. “Do each other’s hair and paint our nails?” She added with a single raised eyebrow and a smirk, leaning back on the couch and kicking her feet up on the table.

[punkettebrawler]

“ saved your ass. how about a thank you?”

“Saved me?!” She repeated with a snarl, whipping around to glare at him, advancing on him so that he was well within reach. “You don’t get to sic a pack of ferals on me then say you ‘saved me’ from them, when I never would have disturbed them in the first place!” Mason yelled, punctuating her statement with angry jabs into his chest. “So instead of a thank you, how about a ‘screw you and fuck off’?!” It was a good thing that the feral ghouls had already been dealt with, otherwise the way Mason yelled in his face would surely have awoken them.

[punkettebrawler]

“ you should take time to relax. get your strength back.”

“I can relax when I’m dead,” Mason replied, moving to get up from the couch she had been laying on and quickly winced and hissed from the pain radiating through the right side of her body. “Damn it!” She cursed through gritted teeth as another jolt of pain shot through her. She didn’t want to stay there any longer than she had to, and she didn’t want to admit that Maddox was right. With an air of resignation, Mason eased herself back down on the couch, with one arm draped over her face.

[punkettebrawler]

“ it’s dark. you should stay the night.”

“For a moment there it almost sounded like you gave a shit, but that can’t possibly be right,” Mason replied with a smirk, watching him over the top of her glass with eyes crinkled in amusement, downing the remaining content in a large gulp and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “I know my way around. I’ll be fine.”

[punkettebrawler]

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?

Candle Smoke

key words: self-assured, courageous, intuitive. you are an expert at overcoming your demons and should be proud of how brave you have consistently shown yourself to be. others are amazed by your perseverance, strong personality, and unapologetic uniqueness. compatible with: coffee, freshly baked bread.

[punkettebrawler]

“Well, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

“You and everyone else with money on this fight,” Mason replied offhandedly and lowered herself unceremoniously into the chair opposite him, taking a moment to eye him over. She shifted her weight and pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a flip lighter from her jacket pocket, fishing one out to light it for herself and then held the two items out in wordless offer towards him.

“What do you want, Kain? If I know you, this much flattery doesn’t come cheap,” she asked around the filter of her cigarette, the rolled up parchment bobbing lazily from her bottom lip while smoke issued out of the nostrils like a dragon.

[punkettebrawler]

“ hey, hey, hey, hey, don’t shoot!”

Mason lunged forward, grabbing the front of Mallory’s jacket and pushed her bodily against the wall, her larger frame dwarfing the other woman at such close proximity. Her hand clamped firmly over Mallory’s mouth and adjusted fractionally to make sure she could still breathe through her nose. Dark brown eyes peered intently down at her as she wordlessly raised her other hand, which was still holding her gun, and used the barrel as a pseudo-replacement for her index finger as she held it to her lips in a silencing gesture. Somewhere in the next building over, around the corner from where they stood pressed together, Mason heard the distinct, unintelligent grunting of a confused Super Mutant looking for the source of the noise.

It wasn’t until she had heard him walk away, judging by how the heavy, thudding footfalls were now out of earshot, that Mason finally released Mallory. “Do you have a fucking death wish or something?” She hissed and glared down at her. “Everybody knows this place is a hot spot for muties.”

[punkettebrawler]

“I don’t wanna step on any toes.“

“Then I suggest you look where you’re going, ‘cause there’s nothing but big, stinky toes to step on in this place,” Mason commented with a downright sour expression as her brown eyes scanned the market place of Diamond City. “Just leave the talking to me, okay?”

[punkettebrawler]

#003 Diamond City II

In the next phase of Mason’s life, she lived alone at the top of Fenway Park, sneaking down into the city proper through the numerous hidden passageways she had uncovered during her exploration of the ruins, to search for scraps, food, clothes, and supplies. For the most part she tried to keep out of sight, but every once in a while she liked to remind the mayor that she was still out there, watching and waiting.

By the time Mason was in her mid-teens, she had explored and mapped out routes across most of Boston, knowing which places to avoid and which would have good enough loot to sell, and with time she started earning enough to buy the supplies and food she needed rather than to steal it.

Even now, over ten years later, the rooftop diner is the closest thing Mason has to a home, and she goes back there to unwind and get away from the troubles of the world for a bit. It wasn’t, however, until mayor McDonough was elected that Mason started to frequent Diamond City through normal means again, although she tends to not linger there because there are still those who remember her and suspect her of being a synth (or worse).

[punkettebrawler]

#002 Diamond City I

After arriving in Bunker Hill, out of breath, frightened and alone, Mason found Joe Savoldi like her father had told her to, and he took it upon himself to feed the girl, clothe her and keep her safe until she could be relocated somewhere else. Unbeknownst to Mason, the barman asked a caravan headed in the direction of the Rowe homestead to check out what had happened to the little girl’s parents, and he found out that the homestead had been razed and burned to the ground, with the bodies of her parents left in the ashes.

Now that he knew for certain neither Patrick nor Margaret would ever come back to take care of their girl, Joe sent the young girl with a caravan to Diamond City to be with her mother’s sister. What no one knew however, was that Mason’s aunt was severely sick and ill fitted to care for a child. In the end, it was usually Mason who took care of her aunt more than she took care of Mason - often resorting to theft just to get enough food to get through the day.

After living with her aunt for about three years, making Mason nine years old, her aunt had passed away in her sleep, the sickness finally claiming her life. Again, mason found herself alone in a hostile world, and this time she didn’t have anyone to look out for her. While some citizens of Diamond City took pity upon her and gave her food, the majority of them became more and more wary of the girl. After the death of Vivian, rumors had begun to circulate - some even speculating whether Mason herself had a hand in her aunt’s death, or if she was a synth in disguise.

Eventually, the mayor had gotten so many complaints and concerning reports regarding the girl he was forced to have her run out of town. Enraged by the injustice, Mason made herself at home in the old, partially collapsed rooftop diner at the top of Fenway Park, much to the mayor and the guards’ aggravation. Despite their numerous attempts to capture her, they couldn’t get to her and she continued to be a thorn in their side.

[punkettebrawler]

#001 Family

Mason is the first and only child of Pat and Peggy Rowe, a young couple who owned their owl little plot of land not too far from Bunker Hill. They farmed their own food, growing crops of razorgrain, tatoes and gourds, as well as keeping chickens for eggs and meat.

Even though Mason was never aware of it, her parents were often harrassed and threatened by a gang of local raiders, but it wasn’t until Mason was six years old that they became a proper problem. With the raider gang growing steadily in numbers, they were forced to swing my the Rowe homestead more and more frequently, until the Rowe’s could no longer keep up with the demand.

From that point on, the beatings and violence her parents had to endure became more severe, until one day the raiders had sent over a party with a particularly vicious man in charge. The man, who called himself Scourge, ordered the rest of his men to make an example of Mason’s father and they beat him within an inch of his life. Peggy begged and pleaded with them allthewhile, being restrained and forced to watch the abuse of her husband until they rounded on her.

While the raiders were busy with Margaret, Pat mustered his remaining strength - knowing there was nothing he could do at that point to protect his wife injured and weak as he was, but at least he could save his daughter - he managed to crawl to where Mason had hidden and he ordered her to run away. He told her to go to Bunker Hill like they did a few times a month to sell produce, and he told her to talk to the barman there who was a close friend of the family, and ask him to bring her to Margaret’s sister who lived in Diamond City.

Mason tried to resist at first, sure that she could do something to help her parents, but Pat made her promise she would run away and go as fast as she could, and not to look back. She managed to sneak out through the backdoor, and the last things she remembers were the sound of gunshots from inside the house and the sounds of her mother’s scream.

[punkettebrawler]

“Is this you flirting?“

“Why the fuck would I flirt with you?” The comment was fired back almost immediately, and she merely looked at him with a raised eyebrow as she brought her beer to her lips for another swig.