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So in a weird flip of fate I was playing Fallout 4 and had the realization that PTN would be a hilarious crossover! ( 〃▽〃)

I lowkey want to write this BUT for now you get a rough sketch ( ´∀｀ )b When my hands feel up to it, Ill make this digital so for now enjoy this traditional sketch.

Chief was surprised to find that the raiders base was already silenced before they arrived. Under Angell's warning, they crouched a few feet aways and hid behind bush and tree. Angell commented that she still felt a murderous aura from within the house base. Eyes thinning with readiness at the home turned fortress in case they needed to battle. Angell insisted that they should just go as the stench of blood lust tickled her 6th sense.

Unlike Angell, Rahu could guess who was behind it all as she was very much aware of a certian group of individuals who still held old world technology to create such massacres. Rahu felt herself wanting to run as she had long ago discovered what happens when you underestimate the order.

But Chief was foolishly determined. She needed to know just who or what had wiped out this vicious gang. Ignoring the advice to just leave, she pulled out here bronze scope and prepared herself to peek through. Her single magnified eye combing through the doors and windows for a glimpse of this potential friend or foe. Finally coming eye to eye with the woman who had vaporized all who had the misfortune of being station there.

Shalom, a beauty that always wore clean pressed clothes waved at Chief. Gesturing that she knew she was there and had chosen not to attack. Though Shalom couldn't hide the fact that she was a bit happy to have encountered the wasteland hero. Her lios curling as she leaned against the window sill with a sudden need to continue their interaction. Shalom took this chance to blow a kiss and motioned for Chief to call her with seductive play. She couldn't help wanting to tease the other as she held back a chuckle when Chief fumbled her device away.

Chief was shocked and a bit taken back by Shalom's actions. Her heart accelerated from being caught as she tried to make sense of what just happened.

Seeing Chief so surprised, Rahu grabbed her by the back of her pants belt and tugged her backwards, "Lets just keep moving."

It was the right call, and yet Chief couldn't. There was a whisper in her gut that wanted to make sense of Shalom's actions, "Does she want me to communicate with her?" She mummbled her next words, "Is this her way of wanting to talk?"

"Chief," Angell was done.

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The more I play this game the more I find myself adopting more kids... ( ｡ﾟДﾟ｡) I dont care what she has! She will rock on stage with Joan!!! I believe in her!

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(´TωT`) I lied. I ended up writing Chief and Shalom BUT!!! I vow to finish my other stories first (or at least finish the short stories) before posting any new ones!! 🔥👄🔥 (SuleMio is a longish story 🥹 this one is special)

Just gotta survive the holidays and the stress 🤺 I'll keep you guys updated when the next chapters begin to drop!

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Hello everyone! I am still writing hahahaha I just get a bit distracted, but i promise I will go back to the other stories I've written ʕ๑╹ᴥ╹ʔ They will get completed!! Just give me some time ʕ ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥`ʔ

Originally I was going to wait to post this new story, but you know I decided to add another meal to my bill. ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧ Because I haven't learnt my lesson! Plus I want to give back to the RahuChief nation!

So without further a-do please see the link below for the full chapter and of course the small sample. I hope you guys enjoy it ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ💕

Please Read ME!

Night's Guard

Rahu’s memories from that point on became blurry and skittish. A mixture of her own screams, of her sword plunging into bodies, being slashed and pierced, biting someone’s face, Rahu’s mind was dyed red among the endless carnage that befell her. She couldn’t accept that she had failed, that her comrades had died, that she had lost Paradeiso’s first stronghold of this war. Especially one that was constantly emphasized as a crucial boundary that was necessary to block the barbarians of the east.

Back in her present mind, Rahu laughed emptily at the collage of memories. The mental angst driving her insane as she limped away with the undeserved title of sole survivor.

For whatever reason, she had somehow lived. Only managing to escape when she was tossed head first into an open barrel and kicked out of the way by someone who no longer held a distinguished face or voice. The barrel’s speedy getaway only stopping when she collided with a tree. The barrel, having kept her safe and hidden from the enemy’s eyes, shattered on impact. The force slamming Rahu’s head against the bark and granting her the freedom to lay unconsciously within the tall thick bushes that disguised her.

When she had awoke, Rahu was greeted with the smell of crisped bodies and burnt wood. She needed time to sort herself out before she had finally regained some sense of time and place. Not wasting another second, Rahu grabbed the nearest sword loitering around and ran back to her post. Ready to join the battle again if her team hadn’t already pushed back the enemy.

Preparing to fight again, Rahu couldn’t envision her team losing. Call it absolute fate or blind devotion, Rahu had never once believed Paradeiso would be defeated at any point of the start of this war. Only to drop her weapon when she saw the aftermath of this surprised attack.

There was nothing left of her fortress nor of her comrades.

Rahu could only think of one thing to do now at the face of such a defeat.

Report back.

So, Rahu moved. She moved with no sense of direction, with no care in her steps, her eyes hollow as she pushed on by mere instinctual duty. Slipping and stumbling as her mind attacked her with flashes of the battle, of her actions, of the aftermath.

She needed to tell someone, to warn them of how advanced their enemy truly were, but something deep inside of Rahu was dead. Dead and clouding her thinking as she eventually fell off the woods edge and plunged herself into a river.

Gasping and fighting with the little strength she held, Rahu was tossed and pushed along its currents as they moved her further away from the nearest town. Her last thoughts surprisingly peaceful as she believed that such an ending was more deserved for a solider like her.

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When Rahu opened her eyes, the first thing that overwhelmed her senses was the grand disappointment of being alive.

Dull and done, she spent an unlawful amount of time merely staring blankly up toward the ceiling. Her immobilizing state lasting for as long as it took her to identify she wasn’t a prisoner of war either. In fact, being safe and sound had forced her to finally take notice of her surroundings.

Like tuning a radio perfectly to a station, Rahu focused in. She could smell medicine herbs, she could hear the sounds of someone humming, the weight of the blanket laid upon her, the wraps around her limbs and torso pinching her still, and the patch against her right eye.

“Finally awake I see.”

And now a voice.

“You gave me quiet the shock when I went to fetch water and found you face planted in mud. You should consider yourself lucky that you ran into me. Anyone else would have robbed you or slit your throat.”

The woman was sitting to her right, her temporary blind spot, and yet Rahu didn’t have the energy to move her head. Nor could she as Rahu soon discovered that her head was being held in place by iron support brace and cast.

“Don’t move around too much. Our towns doctor took a look at you while you were unconscious and she said your skin was the only thing keeping you together,” The figure sighed as her thin fingers came to brush Rahu’s hair away from her untouched left eye, “Just how many bones were you trying to break? Trying to set a new record or something.”

Rahu opened her mouth to speak, but found herself empty with air.

“Yeah… don’t try to speak either. You really are a walking miracle.”

Rahu had so much questions, so much curiosity, and it was as if the woman who had rescued her knew it too. At last, circling around the bed to join Rahu on her left side to properly converse with the wound soldier. A warm smile on her soft lips, her grey eyes full of passion and sympathy, dark midnight hair held up in a ponytail, her body thin as her hands went to help adjust Rahu up. Sitting her up enough so she could digest.

“Here. Drink this,” The woman brought a wooden bowl of bitter tea to Rahu’s lips.

Rahu merely stared into her eyes. Her own were nothing compare to the rejuvenated life rested upon those sharp eyes of her rescuer. Rahu instinctually protected herself by tightening her lips into a thin line in refusal of the strange liquid.

“I figured it wouldn’t be so easy,” The woman brought the bowl back to herself, letting the tea rest upon her lap as the stranger clarified her intentions, “I don’t blame you. You’re a soldier of Paradeiso, correct? I recognized their armor anywhere. And don’t worry, I hid it somewhere well,” the stranger sighed, “I imagine you realized now that you’re in Syndicate.”

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I didn't know... I didn't know that Shalom plays this hard 😭

(〃▽〃) I feel guilty, but honestly I cant get enough of her twisted games! Like I had to reread the story to place her prospective into play 🥲 All so that I could understand her and what do i get... nothing 😭😭 No surveillance visit or little pop up 😭😭😭 SHALOM!!!! PLEASE COME VISIT ME!!!

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Its the way that I wanted both the garden background and Vanilla 😂 i wish there was an option to just keep the animated rank 3 skin and change the background with no issues

But anyways this rerun is something 🥴 I can't believe all the information that is coming out of it 😭

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Birthday Cake

"Ah, Chief. So this is where you've been. Here," With a coolness that didn't quiet match the situation, Angell spoke.

Angell, not so difficultly, had tracked Chief down in her office early morning. The woman was in the beginning stages of getting ready for the day when Angell circled around her desk and extended a mini box toward her, the small gift handed into Chief's hands with a delicate push. Angell's eyes carring within them an unsure excitement as if Angell was wondering if what she had done was correct or necessary. Then again she had reassurance from Hecate, Hell, and a few other sinners yesterday when they were helping Angell bake it. A much needed help after Angell underestimated the cooking process of dessert goods. She was lucky that Kelvin had been passing along or else she would have most likely burnt her mini surprise to a black ash.

Though next time, Angell wanted to make it all by herself, since she wouldn't need to give the rest of them credit for its creation.

The boxed gift felt cold to the touch as if it were refrigerated not so long ago. A correct guess from Chief as Angell had just picked it up from the MBCC's cafeteria fridge. Bringing it over quickly before any bothersome sinners could be awake to share in this gifting cermony.

"Whats this?" Chief smiled, her hands going to the bow before looking at Angell for the approval to open her gift now.

With Angell's nod, Chief undid the ribbons and lifted the lid, the box unwinding itself to reveal a birthday cake.

"Happy birthday, Chief."

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I swear Vanilla is such a cutie!! 😭😭 My heart hurts that her compliance sticker is her giving Chief thumbs up 🥹🥹 Let me love you Vanilla!! Dont friend zone Chief! 🤭🤭🤭

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Jane is just like me fr fr 🥹🥹 I hope you get you're girl, Jane 💅✨️

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I can't believe this is real 🤣😭😭😭 I literally had the same thought as Chief when I saw Macchiato doing her job acting out😭😭😩😩😩

NOT IN FRONT OF MY BABY KELVIN!!

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😭😭 How it should have ended! ヽ(；▽；)ノ。・゜・(ノД`)・゜・。

It was not A-Ok for me to start Nox's interrogation right after Hestia ( ；∀；) I CAN'T LOSE ANYMORE KIDS!!!!! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

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I've been thinking about Angell alot and I wish I had the talent and patience all of these digital artist have to transfer/color my works😭😭😭

🥴🥴 Regardless, I'll figure out a way to get more Angell content.... you mark my words!!

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What do you mean Chief's first kiss was stolen?!?!?! 😭😭😭😭 Are these spoilers????

WAS KISSING CHIEF ALWAYS AN OPTION?!?!

Nightingale where were you?! Why didnt you stop 000?! And why are you always conveniently there to stop other sinners!?!

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I got so upset having my daughters get disrespected in the story and then I realized it was all an abusive cycle 🥲😭😭😭 SEND THEM ALL TO SCHOOL!!

*Shout out to Hella! (My favorite least troublesome kid 😭🤭🤭)

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The scream I let out being busted by Nightingale 😩 She won't let me be for the streets!

WHY DID SHE BRING THE CHILDREN?!?!?!

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You're telling me there was a whole event with her in it?!?!?

😭😭😭 Why has she been the only sinner who has gotten mad on our behalf??? (I say extremely loosely lol 🥹)

I've never wanted to runaway with a sinner more 🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️ I surrounder Du Ruo... take me!

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Wrong Killer! (Angell x FChief )

Here we go again!! Just as promised the poll has concluded and Angell x FChief has won. I've prepared a sneak peek of the fanfic to come! (Please note that there might be changes in the final draft!)

Wrong Killer! (Rating to be determined)

Angell pedal along her final delivery route, mind empty as she breezed through the streets with idle ease. She had been all too familiar with her neighborhood, with the sort of people that frequent the roads of daylight thanks to her change of occupation. It was actually pretty soothing compare to the levels of stress and danger from her old job. Now that Angell worked as a delivery persona for a local restaurant in downtown West Side, Angell felt a sense of peace that couldn’t be gained anywhere else.

Peace that was shaped in the form of delivering takeout to all sorts of lively customers, having a stable income, and getting to go home every day on time. Nothing else to worry about, it was just her and food now.

Approaching a pedestrian red light, Angell came to a halt. The apartment complex right across the crosswalk was her last deliver of the day, but she caught something much more interesting to her right. Toward this direction sat a rundown convenient store with two little munchkins loitered the empty parking lot. They seemed more jitter today than normal, so Angell decided it would be appropriate to deal with them first.

Once the red light turned green for the diagonal road, Angell biked her way to the two teens. Her wheels crunching the loose rocks announcing her approaching presences, “Busy guarding Zoya’s puppy again?”

Even though they could hear her coming, the two whipped their heads skittishly at her. Simmering down from their fight or flight when they recognized Angell, “Jesus! You almost gave me a fucken heart attack,” The shorter teen spoke as she ungripped her lead pipe.

“Making enemies again?” Angell asked. Parking her bike in front of them as the other teen waved her off.

“Ignore Hella, she just scared cause of the rumors,” The blonde teen acted tough, yet she wasn’t fooling anyone either. Angell could see her shoulders trembling a bit, the small ounce of relief now that an adult was with them.

“Oh, shut up EMP! I’m not scared!” Hella crossed her arms. Going to sit on the cement parking block, her eyes closed in rage as Angell unmounted her bike.

Angell hadn’t heard about any rumors at all during her routes. She grew ever more curious that the Legion possessed confidential information that she didn’t, “What rumors?”

“Just gang stuff. You don’t have to worry,” EMP clarified as she preferred to stand. Her eyes scanning the lot for any suspicious individual, the rumors having indeed struck fear into both girls as they remained vigilant.

Angell raised her brow, “I’ll buy you two drinks if you tell me,” And like a fish to bait, Hella folded at the promise of a slushy.

After buying the two girls a well-deserved icy treat, Hella began to explain, “See I’m only telling you this cause you’re nice to us,” Ignoring the fact that they had made a prior slushy deal, she went on, “But rumor has it that THE Black Cat of East Side is lurking in our turf.”

“Black Cat?”

EMP not wanting to be out down by her companion explained into further detail, “Yeah, the Black Cat of East Side. Apparently, this guy has over one million deaths to his name! Killing his enemies with his large saber sword, cutting his victims into pieces and eating them!” She chomped the air replicating his eating manners, Hella rolling her eyes though they appeared to be twitching with irritation as if she believed these rumors to an extent, “And no police or any gangs can catch him! They’ve sent special forces, gang lieutenants, and even assassins to get this guy, but they all turn up dead. Fortunately, he hates confrontation and avoids the spotlight when he can! Like a silent jaguar within the folds of his urban jungle… these are in fact his cities,” She acted out. Pouncing around the lot trying to scare Angell, “They say he’s a gun for hire… and if that’s true than the fact that he’s in our turf could only mean one thing…”

Hella sighed as she slurped her drink loudly. Warning EMP to be quiet, but the other was on a narrative high as she tried to get some sort of reaction from Angell.

“He’s here for Zoya’s head!”

“For fucks sake, shut up already!” Hella stood up and wacked her behind the head with her fist, “Angell doesn’t need to know this! You’re going to scare her.”

Angell kept a serious face throughout the whole story, unbothered by the dramatization as she hid her amusement well. But upon hearing that she needed to be scared, she merely excused herself from the conversation, “If such a scary person is here, then I’d better go home before it gets dark.”

Hella nodded, “If you see any suspicious individual, you come and tell us. We’ll come to save you,” And EMP flinched at Hella’s bold statement.

“You mean you’ll come running, I’ll go get Horo.”

“Y-You coward!!”

Angell left the duo bickering as she mounted her bike again. Crossing over to the apartment complex, she went on with her day as usual. Her mind thinking over the outrageous rumor spreading around the underworld of Syndicate’s finest gang. It was amusing, her lips curling ever faintly at how much the Legion’s underlings were freighting over her nickname. Pleased to know that her legacy hadn’t changed in ridiculousness as she picked up her bike and buzzed herself into the electrical door gates. The window doors sliding open as she ventured in, taking the elevator to the sixth floor as Angell carried her bike.

She didn’t need to worry about being seen, she still wore her delivery uniform as she stepped out from the elevator. Walking to her last delivery door, Angell buzzed the bell as she listened to the steps approaching the door.

“Coming,” The woman spoke as Angell smiled at her tone. Opening the door, Angell came face to face with Syndicates finest police director, Chief, “Angell! You’re finally home.”