#my bet is to hide it in plain sight near the foot of my bed where it can blend in like a where's waldo among my stuff

[ilikelookingatthings]

I got a table for eight bucks....

I did not need a table.

Its a very nice pretty cheap table.

I have no room for a table.

My sister did not want me to get that table.

that sister went to Florida.

I got that table.

Now.... How do I hide a table.

Dear sister in Florida who has tumblr who told me not to get the table

Do not tell the sister who also went to Florida but who doesn’t have a tumblr that I got a table.

She can’t keep secerts, will judge and I want to see how long it will take til she notices

[eternaljouska]

Bear Hug - Hansol Vernon Chwe

Pairing: Idol!Vernon x Reader (The idol-ness doesn’t really show, though)

Genre: Fluff

Warning: nonexistent

Word Count: 1611

Note: The format is slightly different. I was planning to change it, but my friend said it’s better to keep it this way, so... yeah.

Also, @jookyunhoevercoupshoe​ here you go, i’m sorry, i promised to upload this yesterday, but you know what happened (?) Hope this is enough, even if the moment is too short. DON’T READ THIS WITH TOO MUCH EXPECTATION, PLEASE. THIS IS JUST A FEW SECONDS INTERACTION--5 MINUTES MAX. (Tell me if this is way below your expectation, tho, i’ll try to write something better in the future 🤧 i feel so insecure about this one, ugh)

Yes, he knows. Vernon knows it is very uncharacteristic of him to dress up like this. His fashion taste may fall into a questionable category, but that’s the way he is—free-minded, free-spirited, unbound to the lines the society draws around him. If someone knows him at all, they should be able to tell if the clothes strewn randomly on the bed are his or not, he would bet anything on that.

Or not. Surely, if he cares enough about his wellbeing, he would not involve himself in any more misleading pursuit such as that, moreover if it is initiated by the one and only Yoon Jeonghan. Just like how everything is, the bet started as something harmless, bordering foolish really, and then, the older man whined and raised the stake to make things a little more interesting. And here Vernon is: dressing up as a Teddy Bear in the middle of the crowded Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport as a consequence to his tough luck. He’s supposed to put his costume as soon as he passes through the immigration process. And mind you, it is not even a Teddy Bear onesie. It’s a full-blown mascot costume with the sponge or who knows what it is in its belly. It’s hot and heavy. And fortunately, Vernon speaks English fluently, which allows him the additional task of coming up to at least seventeen kids and giving each of them a balloon and a hug before joining his other members in their lounge.

Vernon is cautious. He asks the airport officials a few times to ascertain that it is completely okay to do what he’s about to do. He’s praying with all of his heart that it’s not, but the words that they told him were much looser than a no. Oh, good God, he’s already traumatized, and he hasn’t even exited the restroom. This is just so not him. He could see Seungkwan in it—Soonyoung or Seokmin, too, or any other member for that matter—but not him. How should he approach unknowing kids with a balloon and a hug and just leave immediately after? What if their parents question him? Oh, how he hopes he’s more than a mass of awkwardness starting to melt inside his burning costume.

“Hi! Hi? Hi,” he says and repeats several times, trying out his various friendly tones in front of the mirror of the deserted restroom. “Okay, you can do this. Hi, want a balloon and a hug? Perfect. Okay. Let’s get it, Vern.”

“Hi!” he lets out in a tone way too high for his liking, which is met with what could be a horrendous scream of an unsuspecting boy if only he’d spared him a glance on his run to the stall. “Want a—oh, right, yes, you need to go to the restroom, aha, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Yes, Vernon, great first attempt. Proud of you, yeah, haha.

His second attempt is better, and his next few ones are decent.

There’s a girl walking timidly behind her father, her short arms clutching around her father’s leg. The wetness under her eyes is still visible. When they arrive in front of Vernon, her father mouths to him that Riley, his daughter, is scared, but she wants the balloon. Vernon nods his giant head a few times and walks slowly towards the girl. “It’s okay, Riley. Teddy bear doesn’t bite. Here, have a balloon.”

The girl looks up at her father who in turn urges her forward to pick her balloon of choice. Blue. She chooses a blue balloon. “Thank you, Mr. Bear,” she whispers before hiding behind her father���s leg once again.

For a while, Vernon just strolls around the airport, past the gift shops and nearing the gate where a little girl runs towards him and squeals in all excitement, “Can I get the pink one? Can I get the pink one?”

Vernon tries to kneel down to match the girl height, but that proves difficult with the compact belly he’s supporting. “Mia,” the girl’s mother chides from several feet away, causing the girl, Mia, to drop her smile and stop bouncing on her feet.

“I’m sorry. Can I get a pink balloon, please?” she asks again, peeking from underneath her bangs. And Vernon’s heart melts at that sight, in a rate quicker than his costume makes his body does.

“Of course! Here you go. Do you care for a hug? You can get a free balloon and a free hug!”

“I love hugs!” The girl jumps into Vernon’s hug, bumping his pillowy belly, with chuckles that help him come into term with his punishment. Well, this is a lot more fun than I expected. “Bye-bye,” Mia intones as she skips back to where her mother’s standing, a wide smile showing her neat teeth still placated on her face.

After Mia, there’s a big family seemingly on their way to their vacation. There are at least four children from that family alone, Vernon has lost count, for then there are a few others coming out of nowhere and circling him, creating quite the commotion of shouts of color. And with the last yellow balloon given to a kid named Jerry—or the way he adorably pronounced it, Jewwy—Vernon’s task is completed.

Vernon sighs, pretty content about what he’s done and given for the kids, but tired nonetheless. He drags his padded soles to the restroom where he first began his mission. He knows that there are other restrooms, obviously, but for sentimental purposes, he wants to use the same one. The restroom’s sign’s starting to get clearer as he gets closer to his destination when he feels someone poking on his back.

“It’s unfair that only kids get free balloons and hugs like that, you know.”

Vernon turns around only to face a young woman of his age standing with both hands folded in front of her, looking at him with half a pout on her lips. Vernon opens his mouth to say something, but words fail him. He’s lucky his huge bear head can hide his gaping mouth.

“I know you ran out of balloons, but can I at least get the hug?” she inquires. Vernon notices her fingers that are actively pinching the skin of her elbow. She’s adopted a tough appearance—expression, tone, and stance—when she first spoke up, but now, Vernon would say that she’s almost sheepish. “Well, I mean, it’s okay if—“

Without thinking further, Vernon finds himself opening his arms widely, welcoming the young woman in front of him. Seeing that it’s Vernon who initiates the hug, he didn’t imagine he’d be surprised when she dives into his embrace, but he does. Vernon takes an involuntary step back from the impact. The young woman’s hold on him is so tight that he can still feel the squeeze despite his thick costume.

The words are you okay? are hanging on the tip of his tongue, his heart goes erratic with growing worries, but the young woman beats him to it. “I’m sorry. I just need this.”

Vernon realizes at that point that his arms are still wide open, so he brings his hands together, closing in on her. “It’s okay. As long as you are, too. Okay, I mean.”

She laughs, but Vernon catches the hint of tears in her melodic chuckle. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he says, placing his hands on her shoulder to break the hug and allow him to see her face. She has her head ducked down, too occupied with the nudging show her boot has with Vernon’s big fluffy bear foot.

Understanding that she won’t do it on her own accord, Vernon moves his hand to cup her cheeks to raise her head, which somehow erases the frown on his forehead and frees his own laughter. Her cheeks—almost her whole face—is drowning between Vernon’s paw, and it makes her look too adorable for him to handle. And she, still with her pouty lips, struggles to bat away Vernon’s paw. When Vernon lets her cheeks go, she wipes her tears away and goes on to chastise him. “What are you laughing about, huh?”

“You,” Vernon answers shortly, half-aware that his word’s going to irritate her furthermore.

“What? That’s plain cruel, Mr. Teddy Bear! You’re supposed to be a Teddy Bear, not a Baddy Bear.” She blinks several times at the end of her sentence, probably noticing how weird that sounded.

Vernon scoffs, “W-what?”

A split second after that, the two young adults laugh uncontrollably, and Vernon’s thought flies to the timid girl earlier, Riley. She had called him Mr. Bear; she’s afraid of him and called him Mr. Bear. He wonders, is that her way of showing her ambivalence between Mr. Teddy Bear and Mr. Baddy Bear?

“Can I have one last hug?” she begins after their laughter died down. “I can’t visit the airport whenever I need a free hug, you know?”

“Sure.” Vernon’s head is emptied of any coherent thoughts as he wraps her in another tight hug. This is it. She’s going to walk away from him, and soon he’ll change into his normal clothing and everything stays in their memory, awaiting the time when memory blurs and reality dissolves into the dark of forgetfulness.

“Thank you,” she whispers, very much as Riley did, and starts walking backward.

“Actually,” he half-shouts, too deep in his previous consideration to notice, “Would you like my nu—no, um, my company, yeah, my company’s contact. You know, for business inquiries.”

She chuckles, the trace of tears has long since gone away. “Sure, I’ll take that.”

Note: Leo @leojov , this is why I lowkey freaked out when you mentioned me and started talking about teddy bear.

[monochromemedic]

Change of Face

It had been a couple of weeks after the Institute had been destroyed. With the help of my friends, and a common goal the greatest threat to the Commonwealth had been destroyed. In all honesty, it was a mystery  that we managed to do it.  Without them, the Commonwealth was still in turmoil but things had began to calm a bit more. With it my friends began to go back to their normal jobs. Helping the common man, sharing the news, solving crimes, finding who they were, starting a new life. It was business as usual but  it seemed almost like everything would be ok. Except for Deacon.  A few days after the Institute was destroyed, he went MIA. No one could find him, not the Railroad, no sightings of a mysterious man lurking around, and not even I knew where he went.  In the time I knew  Deacon, we had become good friends. Thick as thieves, bonded like we knew each other  all our lives despite Deacon’s mystery about his past. Despite that  and the slow  influx of  info I felt as if it didn’t matter. We’d tell each other everything, have secret handshakes and little  jokes.  We would spend endless hours on missions  to the point where I knew his little tells when something was wrong. But he didn’t tell me anything when he left, and it scared me to no end. There was always a worry in the back of my mind despite how close we were, that he’d leave, that there’s be one more lie, that the’d be some backstabbing. It was unreasonable thinking but the fact that after all of this  He was no where to be found  made me think the gimmick was up. That he’d get bored and leave for another adventure greater then I could give him. My friends could see how worried I was. They were worried too but to them Deacon came and left like the wind. They weren’t worried, Deacon was capable, in the strange way he was. Preston made me help out settlements, occasionally stopping me to have a small talk about how I was feeling and that everything would be ok. Nick had me solve cases with him. And while I was having fun after it was done or during the lulls in cases he saw the fall in my face. He tried to keep me thinking. Danse would ask me to  teach him how to relax and pick up new hobbies. To take him to places he’d been before but never got the chance to relax and take in. He saw how I looked at every pair of sunglasses I saw on someone, hoping it would be my friend in disguise. With each passing day I became more distressed. Less enthusiastic to help, less determined to try. I’d just go to  the places I’d usually find him and stand there, waiting to see if he’d be there. I’d leave Railroad signs, guiding him back to little huts to see if even that would trick him to running into me, in the off chance I had made him mad and he was avoiding me. I stared at the ceiling one night, trying to think of things that he had said to me before he left. If there was some clue, if there was a secret meaning. I grabbed at the blankets in frustration before tossing in bed, closing my eyes as I tried to force myself to sleep.  In the silence I heard something. Creaking. I opened my eyes, reaching for the pistol I had stashed near my bed as I pointed to a figure in the shadows. There stood a man, his hair a little ruffled and in plain looking clothes.  If he wanted to attack me he was ill prepared. The man put his hands in the air giving a small huff as if it was funny to him. “Look I know I left but is this really necessary?” The voice was familiar, and made the pistol shutter in my hands, threatening to fall. “Deek?” The man stepped closer, giving a little smirk. He looked like Deacon but... he had short red hair  and some scruff. I’d never seen him look like that before, it was a new disguise but it looked too... odd. If it was a wig it’d be a sad excuse of a wig, it looked like the hair was growing out.  He seemed to notice my confusion and walked over to the bed, sitting down at the foot with a little smile. “You like the new look? Or is is dumb, oh it’s dumb ain’t it?” “Is... is this you’re natural hair?” I asked as I reached out, grabbing hair and giving it a little tug. “Well if it was it’s gone now with how HARD you’re pulling” He chuckled, grabbing my wrist and dragging my hand against his jaw and edge of his ear, showing that it wasn’t a wig or some makeup that i could wipe or rip off. “All real.” “What... wh..where have you been Deacon I... I was worried about you! What’s with this look what’s going on. I thought you bailed, I thought...” “I know, it was a dick move but I just... I needed to think.” He somberly answered, his head ducking down to the ground. “I just... listen. When I saw the Institute get blown to kingdom come, a thought came to me. Little voice in my head said ‘well, now that that’s done, what’s next?’ I knew what I was gonna do, keep kicking ass and saving synths but the voice just kept bothering me. It felt like I needed to do something new, something big. And so I took some time off and just thought. Thought about what’s next you know... the grand scheme. And I realized that i am... tired. I’m real fucking tired of hiding. I’m getting use to looking at myself in the mirror and I... I realized that I don’t wanna go and get a nose job or a face lift. I just wanna stay, as crazy as that seems. So I did a test. I grew my hair out, grew some stubble an saw how it looked. And I looked like... him. Who I was back in the day before all of the hiding in the shadows and makeup. And I wasn’t that disgusted.  I think I wanna do that... thing.” I stared at him for a while before grabbing his hand and pulling it close my chest. “Don’t play with me Deacon, don’t tell me you wanna stick around.” “I think I will. So, if you were betting on the new face, i’m sorry to say that you lost the pool.” My smile widened as I pulled him into a hug, my hand running through his short hair and prickly face, letting out a laugh or two before planting a fat kiss against his cheek. “Ok, ok I get- ok... touching, now... ok... uh. Haha wow didn’t expect that.” He stuttered as he sat back, rubbing his cheek. “Now I feel weird.” “I’m sorry I... i’m just proud of you Deacon. I’m really fucking proud. And i’m really happy because I was so worried about you and I was always worried about the face change but... i’m happy, i’m just so fucking happy you dumb ginger asshole I thought you got eaten by a deathclaw but it’s not you’re just settling down!” “Well not... settling down but, yeah.” he huffed before pausing, “You thought i got ate?” “Well I mean... yeah. But I’m so happy. So you’re gonna stick around here and kick ass with me?” “Course, I just needed to meditate under a waterfall and take some mushrooms to find my inner self you know. But now that I found that power within, im ready to go save a few synths.” “Good... good.” “...Also I am really tired can I sleep on your couch.” “...Yeah.”

[the-excursion]

Fictober #31

Prompt: “I’ve waited so long for this.”

Original Fiction

Story: Vibes/Faded

((We’ve waited so long for this to be over lol))

~Ramona dreamt about a boy with orange hair. His eyes shadowed and obstructed by the haziness of the dream, he wore a bright and cocky grin he flashed her way when she was near. She held him close and felt a sort of comfort being wrapped in his arms. She refused to let him go until he was suddenly ripped away.~

Ramona woke up and realized she was flat on her back on her bed. She took a breath then moved her eyes and looked over to find Selena was on her own bed asleep as well. She wondered what happened between the time of their meditation and now that got her fast asleep. Ramona anxiously tapped her fingers against the bed, wondering if it had worked at all and if she was able to sit up on her own. She was admittedly nervous to try.

“Yo. Hey, Sel. Get up,” Ramona called to her to wake her up. Selena slowly opened her eyes.

“Good morning beautiful,” Selena said right after yawning.

“I know, that’s obvious. Would you get over here,” Ramona began sternly. Selena quickly got up and moved over to Ramona.

“What's wrong? Is the floor lava?” Selena jokingly asked.

“I’m not risking further injury just because I chose to believe what you said,” she began as she rose her hand. “Help me sit up.” Selena slid off of her bed and started helping Ramona sit up. Ramona shut her eyes tight and held her breath as she gripped Selena’s hand and gradually sat up. Once she was sitting straight, she put her hands to her abdomen then her back and gave a short sigh of relief.

“Hey, those mind games do work for something,” Ramona said with a raised brow. Selena nodded.

“I wouldn't really call it mind games, but I'm glad they worked,” Selena said as she stood up.

“Just some soreness but it’s bareable. I guess I should say.. thanks,” Ramona said with a shrug.  Selena nodded.

“Yeah, no problem. So what's our plan now that you're better?” Selena asked.

“Now that we have somewhat of an idea of where they’re at, we’re catching Void and finishing them,” Ramona said confidently as she stood and put her shirt back on while Selena gathered her things and put on her mask she had on hand.

They soon exited the motel and were back on Ramona’s hoverbike. Ramona was set on finding Void but couldn’t help her mind occasionally drift. The meditation helped with her body but only enhanced her innermost thoughts in her dreams momentarily. She shook her head and gave a short sigh, taking her mind off anything distracting or in her way.

“Ah alright, we’re in the area rumored they hang around. We can slow down and look around,” she said as she slowed the bike. Her and Selena looked around their surroundings on the bike.

“I doubt they're really going to be out and about considering what happened yesterday. They should be laying low,” Selena said as she continued looking around.

“You never know, there could be one idiot hanging around thinking he’s keeping guard,” Ramona responded.

“Or making an alci run for the rest,” Selena added with a smile. Just then Selena spotted someone who looked nervous. They were looking back at them and walking with a faster pace than everyone else. Selena drilled her gaze on him. Once he noticed this he started running.

“I found one!” Selena yelled out as she pointed towards him. Ramona wasted no time and accelerated her bike. Upon closer look he was one of Void’s slim Vensykan gangsters. Ramona was able to catch up to him and grab him by the back of his collar. With the force of her bike she was able to pull him off the ground and drag him. In one motion she threw him into a nearby alleyway. She stopped with a hard brake and hopped off the bike as Selena followed close.

“Alright I’m not giving this guy any options, we’re making him talk the hard way,” Ramona said as she extended her staff with its blades as the two approached him. Selena took a look around their surroundings. She grabbed the Vensykan gangster by the collar and dragged him further into the alley way. Once she was sure they were deep enough into the alley she dropped him to the ground. She took out a pair of hard light handcuffs and latched him to a pipe. Selena crouched down and looked at him.

“She's bad cop, I'm neutral cop, unless you piss me off. Then I'm bad cop number two,” Selena said after pointing at Ramona, showing the gangster she was not one to play with.

“And a couple of pretty faced girls are supposed to scare me?” The Vensykan snapped. Ramona shortly twirled her staff before sending the sharp end straight into his leg. He promptly yelled and struggled against the cuffs.

“How pretty are we now?” Selena asked as she lightly pressed her foot against his wound.

“I’m not saying shit,” the Vensykan spat out. “I’d rather die here then die at the hands of the boss if he finds out I told.”

“We could have that arranged,” Ramona said in a cold serious tone. Selena took out her phone and took a picture of him. She started doing a quick search through social networks using his face in number of repositories. She was able to find a number of private and public accounts.

“Your boss might kill you sure but would you want us to kill you and then for me to send this to my friend here,” Selena said as she showed the gangster she was scrolling through his friends list. The gangster’s eyes widened until he tried and failed again to struggle against his cuffs.

“You’re fucking crazy!” He said as he glanced up at Ramona. She subtly licked her lips and winked at him.

“Fine! Don’t hurt anyone. The gang hides out in the heart of the city. Hiding in plain sight. They work underground since Vensykans easily adapt to environments. Let me fucking go, I’m out of here,” he exclaimed.

“Thank you buddy,” Selena said as she put her phone away. She gave a short glance to Ramona letting her know to do what she saw fit with the captive gangster. Ramona stared into his eyes for a moment and was about to make her call before she stopped herself. She wasn’t feeling exactly herself since she woke up that morning. She then rolled her eyes and passively waved her hand.

“Let him go. You’re useless now so get out of my sight.” Selena promptly removed his cuffs, the Vensykan swiftly sprinting away as soon as he was uncuffed.

Selena looked at Ramona and nodded.

“Come on then. Let's get going now just in case he tries to warn them,” Selena said as she started walking back to the bike. Selena took a long look back at her. “Are you fine by the way. Looked a little dazed back there?” Selena asked. Ramona ran her hand through her hair and was silent for a moment.

“Just a bit distracted since this morning. Never did that meditation thing correctly before then. But it’s nothing. I have to push all other thoughts aside. I’ve waited so long for this, and I am not letting it slip away,” Ramona said before walking back to her bike as well. “Remember we only have one goal in mind, as per our agreement,” she added as she playfully yet roughly shoved her. Selena smiled.

“Okay let's get this done then,” Selena said catching back up to Ramona.

Ramona and Selena rode through the city until they reached the center. They got off the bike and walked around for a moment.

“There aren’t any subways around here. How are we getting underground?” Ramona thought aloud. Selena raised her eyebrows.

“Sewer system silly,” Selena said as she pointed towards a nearby sewer grate. Ramona’s eyes widened.

“Are you kidding me? We aren’t actually going to do that are we?” She asked exasperatedly.

Selena looked a little confused.

“You don't do sewers. If you want you can borrow my mask if it's really gonna bother you,” Selena said as she tapped her rebreather mask.

“Keep your stupid mask. I want the last thing they see to be my face and the last thing they remember to be this face being the one that took them over,” Ramona said confidently. Selena nodded and started opening the sewer grate.

“Let's hop in then,” Selena said as she held the grate open for Ramona. She reluctantly went down into the sewer shortly followed by Selena as they closed the grate behind them. The two pulled out their phones, turning on their flashlight modes to see.

“Ugh it’s dark and shitty down here. We better find them soon. Now I have more reason to take them out,” Ramona said as they walked along. Selena chuckled.

“It's not as bad with a mask,” she joked. “But I will say back in the city I grew up in, sewers were where you went to ditch swine,” Selena added.

“So I’m assuming that’s where you hung out?” Ramona responded.

“Well I didn't hang out in the sewers like these guys, but if the cops were on me for some reason or another you bet I went under to lose them,” Selena answered.

“I’m not one for these kinds of places. I’d prefer the street over a sewer any day,” Ramona said passively.

“Sometimes you gotta wade through some shit,” Selena said with a shoulder shrug.

They continued along the sewer until they heard something just ahead. They heard the scattered conversation of Void.

“I made the call last time. What do you want to do this time? Sneak up or hit them hard?” Ramona asked.

“Hmm we'll go in stealthy and then wing it when shit pops off,” Selena answered. Ramona nodded before the two split off and went for the gangsters farthest away from anyone. Ramona extended her staff and detached it from the middle, making it into two spears. She kept one attached to her belt while she used the other to choke out the gangsters while snapping their necks.

Selena unsheathed her short katana and krept up to one of the gangsters. She quickly but quietly slid the sword through the side of his neck killing him and stopping him from making noise. She made sure she guided the gangsters bodies to the ground as Ramona and her cleared a path closer to the center. Eventually they cleared all the straggling gang members. All that were left stood in the middle.

“Yeah there's a large shipment of hardlight cartridges that comes through the main port on a weekly basis. Hitting it is going to be easy. Even with the few guys we lost yesterday,” the large Vensykan leader spoke with a firm tone. Void's leader and his followers sat around the center of their messy hideout. Selena hid behind a stack of large speakers. She looked passed the gangsters to confirm Ramona's position.

Ramona sat at the ready clutching her pistol watching the gangsters talk.

“Boss aren't we gonna try and get payback for the guys we lost?” One Vensykan asked.

“Why would we go and jeopardize our safety for some members who got themselves killed,” the leader dismissed the question.

“But they were one of-” the Vensykan couldn't  finish his sentence before catching a hardlight bolt to the head. Ramona made the first shot before charging in. Selena followed suit and started sending off her own fire. Once close enough to the group she put away her pistol and took out a custom weapon she called a chain and claw.

'I don't think I've used this thing yet,’ Selena thought as she twirled the claw shaped tool around.

Ramona sent a volley of hardlight into the group once her cartridge was empty she holstered her pistol and grabbed the other end of her staff and threw it at one of the gangsters hitting him in his chest. One of the gangsters charged at Ramona holding a knife; with a quick dodge she grabbed his wrist, twisting it, grabbing the knife, and driving it into his neck. In the corner of her eye she noticed another gangster trying to steady a shot. She flung the other spear ending his focus. Now unarmed Ramona resorted to hand to hand combat.

Selena swung the chain and claw at one of the larger Vensykan’s leg. The chain wrapped around his thigh and the claw automatically latched on. Using her body weight she managed dropping him to the ground. With the claw still latched to downed man she whipped the chain at a combatant severely injuring their leg and disabling their movement. She unlatched the claw and finished off both gangsters with her katana. Selena took a quick look at Ramona to find she was fighting off the gangsters without her weapons. Spotting one end of Ramona's staff in a corpse she used her chain to fling it to her.

“Hey catch,” Selena said as she flung the spear to Ramona.

Ramona saw the oncoming spear and rather than trusting herself to catch it she put one of the last standing gangsters by her in a hold and guided his head to the falling spear. Once it spiked into the Vensykan's skull Ramona reclaimed one half of her staff. With the spear in hand she quickly dispatched the other gangster by her. Now clear of combatants by her she grabbed her other spear.

“Good catch right?” She winked at Selena.

Void's leader stood back watching in awe as his gang was decimated. Shock had overtaken him, he was unable to move. Even as Ramona slowly approached him he was only able to tremble in place.

“Hope you enjoyed roughing me up before. Cause that’s all over now. It’s my turn now, asshole,” she said. Ramona's words snapped him back into place.

“No fuck that I'm not letting some bitch kill me like this,” he said as he lunged for the pistol that laid by one of his fallen comrades. But before he could get far the chain and claw wrapped itself around his neck. He now stood struggling trying to use his fingers to loosen up the chain’s grip, only managing to cut his fingers.

“I got you this time,” Selena said as she kept a firm grip on the chain's hilt. Ramona smiled as she used her two spears to create tension on the chain.

“A shame you won’t be there for the new era of Void,” with that she pulled her spears in one full force motion, choking him which soon ended his life.

Ramona retrieved her spears and attached them together to make her staff.

“About. Time.” She said stubbornly.

“Yeah I'm glad it's over. Though I will say when I started hunting these guys it wasn't my original intention to start a blood bath,” Selena said as she wrapped up her chain and claw, and stowed it away.

“Well things don’t always go to plan. Except for me right now. Things went just as they had to and as I wanted them to. Now can we get out of here it’s going to smell way worse than it already does down here,” Ramona responded.

“Yeah, no problem. Just let me confirm I got this bounty,” Selena said as she took a few scans and pictures of the now dead leader and surrounding area. She sent a pin with the location along with the images and scans. “Come on let's get going before they swing by to clean this up. It's crazy the shit they let a licensed bounty hunter get away with,” Selena said with a head shake.

“Yeah well I wouldn’t know,” Ramona said passively. The two then made their way out of sewers and found their way back to Ramona’s bike. “Well, since I’ll be taking over Void with my crew and you’re a bounty hunter, it looks like this is where we part ways,” she said as she sent her location back to her ship.

“Yeah guess so. Though I will let you know this whole bounty hunting thing is really just a means to my goal,” Selena explained.

“Regardless, this is my last time associating with any bounty hunter. If you’re only doing this temporarily, maybe we’ll see each other again by chance and your pick up lines will actually work on me,” Ramona joked. Selena laughed.

“Yeah maybe we'll hang out sometime. After you used me to help kill those guys you at least owe me a diner if not another motel room,” Selena said with a wink.

“Maybe something more worth my time like those meditation lessons. See ya, Sel,” Ramona smirked then got on her bike and drove off to where her ship communicated to her it would be at. Selena gave a quick scratch of her head before making the walk back to her ship.