Stable Mountain Extra Session 2

<NitoKa|GM> Ahem
<NitoKa|GM> Shit will happen, shit has happened. No foals I don't care that I'm cursing. For today is.....
<NitoKa|GM> Stable Mountain - EXTRA SESSION- BABBU IS ASLEEP AND GRIFF IS TRUCKING - Start
<NitoKa|GM> Our heroes, those who are around at least are all inside the town of Horseshoe, and just then, a few caravan's roll in, announced by the hollars of some townsfolk, happy for their arrival
* Phisa goes outside of the bar after having a private talk with Composite. She takes notice of the caravans, looking at them.
* Summerfree spins around once more on the barstool, before hearing the hollering coming from outside. Her ears twitch, and she hops from the stool. Aimlessly, she follows Phisa outside
<NitoKa|GM> It seems there are about 5 different caravan ponies, selling goods. Some of them look a bit essentric but their goods they're selling are probably good
* Composite takes a look at the caravans through the window. "Huh."
* Phisa seemed to give a sigh of relief for some reason as she looks for a spot to wait for everypony ... and then notices Summerfree following her, and just her. "Yes?"
* Summerfree stops and looks at Phisa. She repeats back, "Yes?"
<Phisa> "There a reason why you're following me?"
<Summerfree> "I'm not."
* Summerfree giving the mare a weird look, she turns and trots away.
* Ginger_Snap swallows her mouthful of peppermint schnapps, the alcohol having dulled her stress and exasperations, she hears the hollering and slips outside to follow Phisa and Summerfree
* Composite scratches his chin, then follows the other three mares.
<NitoKa|GM> There are several different caravaneers. One of them seem to be lead around by foals, not much older than ones in the town. They have a tarp drapped over their goods with the insignia of a pony rising onto two back legs and wearing a cape thems selves. There is also a pony who seems to be wearing a racing helmet made of metal as protection, but their eyes are exposed. A few others dart around, but are a bit obbsucred by ponies purchasing
* Phisa just sighs. What was up with that mare? She then takes notice of Composite and Ginger_Snap coming out as well. Seeing that Lancer and Brumhilda weren't with them, she assumed they were still relaxing. Taking a look at the caravans, she supposed it wouldn't hurt to see what they had to sell ... if they'd sell to a zebra that is. She seems to wince a bit at the caravan with the foals.
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* Summerfree does a little circle around the caravans, looking at each in turn. Seeing nothing that drags her directly to it, she instead turns and heads off to wander the rest of town, seemingly hopping on her hooves, as if she was looking for something.
* Cyberpunked is now known as Composite
* Phisa decides to go towards the caravan with the racing helmet pony, not even darting an eye at the one with foals. "What do you have to trade?" She said right to the point to the caravan pony.
* Composite mosies on behind Phisa, taking a look over her shoulder at the carts
<NitoKa|GM> The pony loosk to Phisa and nods. "Well I mostly sell scrap metal and magical energy related goods." He says with a nod, only his eyes visable, green eyes. "I've got a few schematics but otherwise nothing much else, can understand why these ponies don't buy from me."
<Phisa> "Nothing I need. I use firearms." She said coldly.
<NitoKa|GM> He shrugs. "You want Mutt then." Hep oints to one of the other caravaneers, a diamond dog wearing a desperado outfit to a tee.
<NitoKa|GM> Other caravaneers that Composite can see are the fillies, helmet pony, Mutt, a Pegasus mare with a dashite mark on her, and a unicorn ghoul with his horn chipped in places
<Phisa> "Thank you." She said trotting over to the diamond dog. "Firearms, what do you have?" She said to it.
* Composite walks towards the helmeted pony. "Hey, what kinda schematics do ya got?"
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* Ginger_Snap strolls around the caravaneers, looking over their goods and the purchases of the towns ponies, getting a feel for what might be on offer and what might take her fancy
* Cyberpunked is now known as Composite
<NitoKa|GM> Helmet pony smiles. "Well I've got a junk launcher that I designed myself." He says with a smile. "A hubcap mine schematic... and let's see, Scrap Grenade."
* Composite cocks an eyebrow like the hammer on a cowpony's revolver. "Scrap grenade?"
<Phisa> "Shotguns and Pistols. Sawed off shotguns if you have them." She replied to Mutt.
<NitoKa|GM> Helmet pony closes his eyes in a sign that might mean he's smiling. He nods. "Yeah It's like a frag but with more scrapnel." He chuckles at his pun. "But yeah they hurt more, kinda simpel to make too, just they're prone to missfiring with my current design.
<NitoKa|GM> Mutt nods. "Well I've got those." e says fishing out a few, pulling out a sawed off shotgun. "Heres one here.
* Composite nods. "How much is the schematic?"
<NitoKa|GM> "About 150 caps. It's not fully complete and it has bugs in it, so I wouldn't sell it for as high as my other ones."
* Ginger_Snap notices food and medical supplies being hocked by the foal traders, poor foals, they were definitely too young to be traveling out in the wastes. But maybe at least their innocence could guarantee not being part of her mother's abusive plans... "Hey there little foals, do you have any healing potions to sell?"
<NitoKa|GM> The foals looks ot Ginger, a blue and purple one smiling as she pokes her head out of the rubble. "Oh hey a customer?! Yeah we've got healing pots." She says as she takes out a few potions.
* Composite cocks his head to the side. "How often does it misfire."
<NitoKa|GM> Phisa can notice a very ornate looking sawed off shotgun in much better condition inside of Mutt's weapon locker, it's even inscribed with some initials. C. A.
* Phisa points to the shotgun at the locker with her tail. "What about that one?"
<NitoKa|GM> Mutt looks back and smirks. "Well that there is my pride. I call it the Carmalizer." He chuckles. "Cause it's got  fire enchantment on it you see. I found it a whie back. I like using it myself."
<NitoKa|GM> "But it is for sale."
<NitoKa|GM> "Eh about... 20
<NitoKa|GM> 20% of the time." He says
<Phisa> "... How much?" She asks.
* Ginger_Snap examines the potions on display and addresses the filly "How much for two potions?"
<NitoKa|GM> "2000 caps." Mutt says with a smile. "Or I could give yah it."
<NitoKa|GM> "Oh for two potions... about 60 caps." The filly says with a smile. "Gonna buy some food with that? We've got a deal going on, buy three Sparkle Colas get a Sparkle Cola Rad for half off!"
* Composite scowls, slightly. "Are you willing to make a deal?"
<Phisa> "Give it to me?" The zebra mare asked a bit confused to Mutt. "... For what exactly would I have to have you just give it to me."
<NitoKa|GM> "Sure. "The helmet pony shrugs. "Like I said it's got it's kinks and problems, I'm telling you what you're buying. I haven't had time to refine it."
<NitoKa|GM> Mutt smirks. "one of two things. Beat me in a shoot off, or you could help me out with a problem I've been having."
<Phisa> "By beat you in a shoot off, you mean kill you?" She asked. "And what about this problem?"
* Composite straightens out. "Let me take a look at the schematic. I know my way around explosives, and I don't want a faulty product. If I fix some of the kinks, can I get it at a discount?"
<NitoKa|GM> "No just shoot the gun out of my hand." He says with a chuckle. "And the problem is I've got a small raider problem on one of my.... special trails. They moved in an put in a toll bridge. Well I guess they're more a gang than raiders but the toll is pretty expensive."
<Phisa> "How armed are they?" She asks the Mutt, seeming more interested in killing off the raiders ... as they might have loot to take from them. Much more gain than simply doing the shoot off.
<NitoKa|GM> The helmet pony thinks for a moment. "Sure I'll let you get it for 50 caps if you can fix it up." He takes of the schematic. "But you have to work on it here I ain't letting you out of my sight."
* Composite cracks his neck and hears a satisfying pop. "Sure thing, friend."
<NitoKa|GM> "Enough to make a gun caravaneer not want to get his head blown off." He laughs. "But they must have found someone to fix up their weapons, they're in perfect condition and they've got a minigun toting pony leading them.
* Summerfree trots back around the caravans and looks at the others. Tilting her head slightly, she ponders the best way to spend her caps...
<Phisa> "..." She seems to be in contemplation.
<Phisa> ". . . If I had a good strategy, I might do it." She finally said to the diamond dog. "Anything else about them I should know? Their numbers? Their leader?"
<NitoKa|GM> "Umm seems about 20 strong, nd like I said, big minigun earthpony in metal armor. I'm heading to Piltover next if I catch you around and you bring me say... the ear of their leader, I'll give you Carmalizer."
* Composite picks up the schematic and takes a good long look. "For one thing, the scrap isn't supposed to stick out like a... spikey thing, cause that makes weakpoints."
<Composite> "And the way you got the fuse set up, it'll cross itself and burn faster if you don't make it right."
<NitoKa|GM> The Helmet pony nods lightly to Composite. "Huh... you're right about that." He chuckles. "Well I made this idea when I was high on dash one day so i can't really blame myself for fucking up."
* Summerfree peeks out from behind Composite and twists an ear forward to listen to the conversation.
* Ginger_Snap notices the funny coloring to the potions on sale, recognizing them as being the kind from Hoofington that for whatever reason dont actually heal as well as others. She tries halfheartedly to drop the price down a bit further given their unreliability but fillies... "Alright little filly... I'll take 2 potions and the 3 sparkle cola deal... do you have any coffee?"
<Phisa> That was a lot, and not exactly an easy feat. She'd need to wait to get stronger equipment, along with making sure everypony in the team was more equiped. If not, she could go for the shootout. "Just a coincidence that we happen to be going to Piltover. I need to speak with my allies about this first, and if they can't handle it, then I'll do the shoot off with you at Piltover."
<NitoKa|GM> She nods. "Sure hun." She says as she takes out some packets of coffee with Rainbow Dash on the front faded lightly, advertising that they would make you as energetic as the ministry mare herself
* Composite sighs. "Excusing that, here's your fifty caps for the deal." He then digs through a brahmin-skin bag for fifty caps, hoofing them over to the helmeted pony.
<NitoKa|GM> He smirks. "Well then little zebra, you got yourself a duel if you don't finish it like that." He laughs.
<NitoKa|GM> The pony takes it and smiles, giving him the schematic. "Thanks then, I'll try to think a bit more clearly when I'm on my dash run. "He laughs. "Got anything else you want?"
* Composite grabs the schematic, putting it into his bags. "What kinda wares you got?"
<Phisa> "Right ... I guess I'll catch you later." She says as she heads off to find the rest of her "allies" and ask them about taking on raiders with a minigun.
* Summerfree waves a hoof feverishly from behind Composite. "Who sells----" she starts, stopping when Composite speaks up. Sulking and letting her ears droop, she listens.
<NitoKa|GM> "Well I've got the stuff ot make those grenades, I've also got some cheap liquir and rags if you're a molitov man."
<NitoKa|GM> The dashite mare looks over, seeing summerfree and blinks. She leaves her caravan and trots to the mare. "Excuse me, where did you get that pipbuck?"
* Composite looks at the merchant. "How much is the stuff for the molotovs?"
* Ginger_Snap hoofs over the caps for the potions and sodas and eyes the sachets of rainbow dash coffee, they look promising "I'll take 4"
* Phisa takes notice of the pegasus, appearing surprised, especially seeing her Dashite mark. She trots towards her. "You're a Dashite?" She said, familiar with the term.
<NitoKa|GM> She nods. "Good We;ve got a deal though, buy 5 and we'll givey ou a cofee tin for it~!" She says with a smile, holding out the tin
* Summerfree rolls away from Composite and over toward the pegasus mare. Hopping up ont her hooves, she proffers the PipBuck foreleg. "I got i---" she starts, then stares at Phisa. Rude!
<NitoKa|GM> The Dashite glares to Phisa. "Yeah. Don't like talking bout it. How'd you like if I mentioned your downfalls as your identity. Zebra." She says with bane then looks to Summerfree. "Where'd you get it?
<Ginger_Snap> "O-Ok... 5 then... how much...?"
<NitoKa|GM> "It'll be 50 caps!" Shes says with a smile and then looks over Ginger. "geeze hun, you new to the wastes?"
<NitoKa|GM> The Helmet pony thinks. "For all of it? How many do yo uwant."
* Summerfree smiles brightly! "I've had it for a long time," she answers. "Got it from a very very very very /very/ good friend. It's not working properly though, I mostly use it for mapping."
* Phisa glares back at the Dashite. "Well at least not the race letting the world rot below your cloud paradice." She said with vemon in her tone.
* Composite ignores the argument going on behind him. "Depends on how much you have, and how many it'll make."
<NitoKa|GM> The Dashite nods to Summerfree. "Sorry one moment." She loosk to Phisa. "Well at least I'm not part of the Race that fucking made it so destroied and worthy of rotting. And for your information I fucking tried to help the ground ponies, how the fuck do you think I got this shitty mark?"
* Ginger_Snap is taken aback "No not at all! 50 caps for 5 and a tin. Deal." She takes 5 sachets and the tin in her magic and hoofs over 50 caps to conclude her business with the foals, walking off to see what Summerfree and the others are up to
<NitoKa|GM> "I can give you enough to make 10." The helmet pony says
<NitoKa|GM> The foals smile and hollar to Ginger. "Hey hun wait a sec. You know who we are?"
* Composite nods. "And how much for all of it?"
<NitoKa|GM> "60 caps." the helmet pony says
<Phisa> "Help ponies? Look around you! It's everyone for themselves! There's no point in saving ponies who don't care about you!" She replied back angerly. "And don't you dare use that damn zebra excuse on me! I don't give a shit about the zebras who dropped those bombs and made my life a living hell!"
* Ginger_Snap turns to foals confusedly "Um.. no?"
* Summerfree looks back and forth between the pegasus mare and the zebra mare. Her eyes seem to cross for a moment, before she reaches out toward both of them. With a flick of her hooves, she zips both their mouths shut. "Please calm down!" she requests!
* Composite overhears the conversation, and feels a blood vessel ripple. "If you'd ignore my friends... Sixty sounds good."
<NitoKa|GM> The Dashite huffs and moves, unzipping her mouth. "Whatever. Get the fuck out of my sight zebra scum." She glares.
* Phisa then backs away frustrated after Summerfree intervenes. "I'm going to leave now before you end up doing something to me that you'll regret!" She said as she marched away from the place, going someplace private to be alone.
* Summerfree frowns. "So much grump going on here..."
<NitoKa|GM> The foals smile. "We're the Crusaders. We're part of an expansion of our faction into this area o the wastes. If you ever find a place with out symbol on it." She taps the tarp. "Say Clockwork Apple sent you. You'll get a discount."
* Composite draws the sixty caps out of his bag, handing them to the merchant. "Now, do any of you fine folks sell armor or clothing?"
<NitoKa|GM> Helmet pony nods. "Yeah, the scremaing pegasus." He says.
* Composite sighs. "Alright, gimme the stuff for the molotovs. I'll talk to her later."
* Phisa slams her hoof against the wall of an abandoned building, gritting her teeth angerly as she tried to calm down herself.
* Ginger_Snap "Clockwork Apple... I'll remember that" she turns and approaches the others, apparently having a much more lively mercantile experience
<NitoKa|GM> Helmet pony nods as he gives Composite the goods.
* Composite thanks the pony, putting the components in his bag. "Pleasure doing business with you."
<NitoKa|GM> The pegasus looks to Summerfree. "Fucking ponies don't know how to ignore a look." She says with a sigh. "As you can tell, don't like talkin bout the whole mark thing."
* Summerfree shrugs. "Ponies spend too much time being angry in general," she agrees. Casually, she looks back at her own rump, which happens to be covered by armor so she can't see her cutie mark. "So... PipBuck?" she asks, cheerfully.
* Composite walks over to the pegasus mare and waits behind Summerfree.
* Phisa begins to breath in and out, placing her head against the wall. She then closed her eyes, seeming to forget her surroundings.
* NitoKa|GM nods. "Yeah so you want to do buisness? I was just curious about it, it's kinda rare. I carry MEW's and Armor."
* Summerfree nods a few times! "Yes," she answers, motioning to the rifle hanging off her battle saddle. "Do you have any addons or mods? I quite this rifle, but I feel it can do more."
* Ginger_Snap browses the caravans for a vendor of 37mm grenades
<NitoKa|GM> She nods. "Well yeah actually. I've got te regular mods for that, the modscommon ones at least. A Beam Splitter that'lly make you fire two shots instead of one, or two lasers at least. and a Focus Optic that'll make theb eams stronger."
<NitoKa|GM> Ginger cannot seem to find anyone that sells traditional explosives
* Phisa then returns herself to reality, breathing even harder. A sad look came cross her face, before she stiffen it back to her emotionless expression. ". . ." She then trots over to a place to wait for her companions.
* Summerfree gets all wide-eyed and seems to visibly brighten. "Ohhhh!" She deflates some. "Wait, how much?" she asks.
<NitoKa|GM> "Hmm, well the beam splitter will be about.... 260. and the focus optic should be about 170."
* Summerfree whistles. "I'm sure they're not that expensive!" she announces, her colors now back to normal.
* Phisa takes notice of the caravan with the foals as she goes on her way to find a sitting spot, turning her head away from them. She could be seen by the rest of the group if they look around near them, not exactly hard to find a zebra.
<NitoKa|GM> The mare nodes a bit. "Well... it's ab uyers market." She chuckles a bit awkwardly. "Well I can take down the price on one by about 25 caps, buty ou gotta choose one."
* Composite turns away from the two mares, spotting Phisa. He slowly trots over before sitting near the mare. "Hey, you okay?"
<Phisa> "I'm fine." She lied. And she was awful at lying the way she said it, but her expression remained calm.
* Summerfree squints a bit. "If I get both and take twenty five caps off, it doesn't matter which!" she reaches back and pulls out a sack of caps from her saddlebags. She says something, but all that comes out is a bunch of muffled garbled words.
* Composite gave the mare a hard look. "I heard you and that featherbrain yelling. Not hard to see you're in a bad mood."
<NitoKa|GM> The mare blinsk and shrugs, giving her both mods. "Sure, whatever you say."
* Summerfree drops the bag into her hoof. She gladly takes both, glad the mare knew what she was saying. Digging into the bag with her nose, she fishes out the requisite four hundred and five caps, and passes them to the mare for the goods!
* Phisa didn't respond to Composite at first, but after awhile. "Why is it your business?" She said calmly. "I was just annoyed at her is all. She's just like everypony else."
<NitoKa|GM> The mare takes them and smiles. "I'm Carmela by the way. Nice to meet you." She holds out her hoof.
* Ginger_Snap trots over to where the group appears to be gathering, sitting beside Phisa and Composite with her purchases, she also averts her gaze from the foals whose comment still irks her
* Summerfree takes her hoof and shakes it for about a minute solid. "Summerfree. Thanks for the business," she answers. Once she's finished, she hops off, heading to find the rest of the group.
<Phisa> "Anyway." She said, changing the subject immediatly before somepony could ask her about what happened between her and the pegasus. "There's a diamond dog who've offered a job to eliminate raiders, offering a gun I believe would assist us in our quest."
<Ginger_Snap> "What kind of gun?"
* Composite scowled, slightly. "I still want to speak with you in private, Phisa."
<Phisa> "Magically enhanced, shoots fire." She said to Ginger_Snap, then glared menencily at Composite, wanting to silence him. She then resumes speaking about her topic. "However, there 20 of these raiders, seem to have somepony fixing their guns, metal armor, and a mini-gun. And given our current state of resources and strength, we're not prepared to take them on directly."
* Summerfree trots over to the little group. She wriggles out of her battle saddle and sets it in front of her, then sits down near Phisa. One ear twists to listen as she works on installing her new purchases.
<Ginger_Snap> "Sounds like a good weapon, but a price we cannot pay right now..."
<Phisa> "Alternatly, I can do a shoot off with him to receive it. I originally was going for his raider elimination job since it might give us their loot as well ... but knowing what they have, I wanted to speak with you and see if you'd be comfortable facing the raiders or not."
* Summerfree says nothing, busy fighting with her gun.
* Composite takes the schematic for the scrap grenade out of his bag, looking over it as he listened. "Twenty? Exactly? With metal armor and a minigun?"
<Ginger_Snap> "A shoot-off? Some kind of contest...?"
<Phisa> "Yes." She says to Composite. "If we do go against them at our current resources, we'd need to make a plan. Find their weaknesses, and exploit it." She then turns to Ginger_Snap. "Trying to shoot the gun out from him is what he said." She had another idea she would go with ... but she knew better than to even use that idea with these ponies with her.
* Composite rolled his neck, hearing a single pop. "And why, exactly, did you take him up on this?"
<Phisa> "Because I want his gun, and because I couldn't pay 2000 caps for it. I do better with sawed off shotguns, and an enchanted one would help me."
* Summerfree grabs her gun with both forehooves and starts twisting, digging the mod around with her teeth.
<Phisa> "And if we do end up killing off all the raiders, we can probably find the pony who's been repairing their guns, and make him work for us."
* Composite sighs. "If."
* Summerfree mutters something around the gun part in her mouth. She looks up at the others, then twists her neck and finally snaps the part into place!
<Phisa> "I'm not going to risk it since we'd probably might not make it out in one piece. Unless we could come up with a complex plan we could, but I have nothing. So if you don't want to, then I'm willing to attempt the shoot off."
* Composite put away the schematic. "I'd say explosives would work best against ponies in metal armor. Firebombs, molotovs, or grenades. Cook 'em in their armor."
* Summerfree raises her hoof. "I'm good with the raiders!" she announces.
* Phisa raises an eyebrow. "... Exactly what do you mean by 'good with raiders'?"
* Summerfree blinks several times. "I'm good with everypony," she clarifies. "Haven't you noticed?"
<Phisa> "... You're suggesting trotting over the ponies who care nothing but sex, violence, and caps, and try to reason with them?"
* Composite chuckles. "I'd say she goes in as bait."
* Summerfree smirks. "And if reasoning doesn't work..." she says, hoisting up her weapon. "THIS will!"
<Phisa> "... You didn't hear about the part where there are 20 of them, have metal armor ... and a minigun?"
* Summerfree nods. "I did."
<Phisa> "... So your plan on using her as bait? How would you make that work?" She asked Composite.
* Ginger_Snap "Armor doesnt matter for some of the things I can do" she taps her horn "But not getting killed along the way is the kicker..."
* Composite looks to Phisa. "She walks in, starts chatting up the raiders. Then Ginger and I lob explosives at the minigun pony and his buddies."
<Composite> "Unfortunately, none of us have any rifles."
<Composite> "Still, a better plan than a head-on assault."
* Phisa nods. "Head-on assaults barely works. A surprise attack might, but only on groups with less stellar equipment." She says this as if she's had experiences with this.
<Phisa> "What about planting explosives as a trap? Make them become paranoid all around their surroundings when they realize they're being attacked, make them disorganized, make them scared."
<Composite> "That's a good idea, but we don't have any mines."
* Summerfree shrugs and returns to her work on her gun. "Think of it this way. The tradesponies could leave at any time. We either go with them, or we stay here. If we go with them, and the raiders are bothering all of them, we might be able to 'borrow' supplies from them to make this easier, in return for helping all of them out. Then we all get something out of it, rather than just you."
* Summerfree She points a hoof at Phisa, pointing out that she's the only one who gains from this regardless.
<Phisa> "... That actually sounds more beneficial to us." She said surprised at the mare's plan.
* Summerfree says nothing, already holding the beam splitter in her teeth. She's busy trying to force it onto the gun.
* Composite has to agree.
* Summerfree doesn'
<Summerfree> t mention that it also gives them strength in numbers since they'll be traveling with a group...
<Phisa> "And it wouldn't be hard to convince them that, since said raiders put in a toll bridge from where they need to trade. Helping us might help them with their bussiness. Plus, we end up with better supplies in the end."
<Composite> "And possibly a discount."
<Ginger_Snap> "It does sound like a good plan... I know very well traps and mines are effective..."
<Phisa> "And all we have to do is give the merchant the ear of their leader, and we'll be all set. We'll get better gear from them, and take what the raiders have and sell off what we don't need."
<Composite> "Sounds like a plan. Maybe have Summerfree on sniping, considering she's the only one in this group with a long-range weapon."
* Summerfree looks up, the mod still in her mouth. Plucking it out she shakes her head. "I'm pretty sure that'll only work once," she says. "Considering big pink beams of magic are easy to spot from any range."
* Composite looks at Summerfree. "Did I say we were doing it quietly?"
<Composite> "Did Phisa say we were doing it quietly?"
<Composite> "I don't think anypony here said we were doing it quietly after the first shot gets fired
<Phisa> "Once the first shot goes, they'll obviously be on alert. Like I said, the best way to beat them is to make them become disorganized and make stupid mistakes."
* Summerfree shrugs. "Okay," she agrees, before going back to ramming the beam splitter onto her gun.
* Composite pulls out his grenade launcher. "And that's where this baby will be pretty nifty."
* Composite pulls out his grenade launcher. "And that's where this baby will be pretty nifty."
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<Phisa> "I'd like to speak with the rest about this first." She says. "If this works, we would be better prepared for what lays ahead in our search for Stable Mountain."
* Composite can't argue with that. "I'd still like to talk to you in private."
<Phisa> "..." Phisa doesn't reply to him.
* Summerfree looks back and forth between the two...
<Summerfree> "I'll give you a minute."
* Summerfree collects her rifle parts and slinks away.
<Phisa> "... What do you want?" She said to Composite with narrowed eyes.
* Composite sighs. "I want to know why you decided yelling at a mare whom we were TRADING WITH was a good idea."
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<Phisa> "She called me zebra scum." She said with gritted teeth. "And you expect me to just let her push me like that?
<Phisa> "That's all you need to know." She said as she contemplaiting on leaving, but remembered that they were in the same group, and he could always just follow her anyway.
* Composite looked at Phisa long and hard with a cold look in his eye. "I expected a mare like you to keep her cool. Blowing up like that is counterproductive."
<Phisa> "It is, which is why I left. It could of ended much worse if she decided to do more than simply be a bigot."
<Composite> "That isn't what I'd say would be keeping your cool."
<Composite> "Keeping your cool would be walking away before the yelling started."
<Phisa> This appeared to give the mare an annoyed look on her face. "What are you even trying to accomplish? To show that I'm pathetic? Don't test me."
<Composite> "I'm not testing you. I'm not trying to show you you're pathetic. All I want to do is figure out why you're so dead-set on being an anal-retentive prick, in blunter terms."
<Phisa> "To intimidate, to become something that ponies would be too afraid of messing with." She then points to her crossbone glymph mark. "I've already told you this, it's for survival. Nothing more, nothing less."
<Composite> "You remind me of one of my old friends."
<Phisa> ". . ."
<Composite> "Do you want to know what happened to him?"
* Phisa appeared rather indifferent. Appear a key word.
<Composite> "I didn't kill him. A wnderer with a varmint rifle managed a lucky shot through the eyepiece of his helmet, killed him instantly."
<Composite> "And you want to know what I felt?"
<Composite> "Nothing. Not the tiniest bit of sadness, because that stallion was a piece of shit who we kept around because he was a better shot than most of us others in the group."
<Phisa> ". . . And you survived because of it."
* Composite keeps his mouth shut for a moment. "He acted a lot like you."
<Composite> "And honestly, I wouldn't want to see anyone go down the path I went, pony, zebra, or otherwise."
<Phisa> ". . . I'm not your friend." She said as she looked at him in the eye. "Banditry is all I know, so what else would I do with my life in a wasteland that loathes my kind?"
<Phisa> "You don't think I tried anything else when I was young?"
<Phisa> "If I hadn't become what I am, I would be dead, and nopony would care about it."
* Composite looked to the ground, then back at the zebra. "You can still change."
<Composite> "I'm not a star-speckled paragon of morality, but I changed."
<Phisa> "The only way for that is if the Wasteland ends up changing. As I see it, this is how life will always be in the end. There won't be an end to this world, it'll just rot and continue to do so. And to survive, we adapt to it's rules."
<Composite> "And?"
* Phisa then looks to the cloud covered sky. "This is what I was born into, and it is what I will die into as well when my time comes. For now, I survive for as long as I can."
* Composite closes his eyes. "You and I, Phisa, are cut from the same cloth."
<Phisa> "You and I are different." She harshly says. "If you change, ponies wouldn't mind. They'd be willing to accept you. But me? You saw that pegasus blaming me for something my kind did 200 years ago. It won't matter if I change or not. The point is that nopony will care if I'm what they consider good or evil. They want nothing to do with me, and are more than willing to shoot me down if it means no longer seeing me." She said in a hateful tone.
<Composite> "I was and still am the son of a whore and a missing father. I killed my fair share of innocents and fought my friends. My name was on the lips of every foal, every stallion, and every mare in a hundred miles."
<Composite> "But I still changed my ways."
<Composite> "Am I accepted back at my home? Far from it."
<Composite> "After I killed my old gang, I sat in the middle of a barren field for three days and three nights."
<Composite> "No food, no water, no clothing."
<Composite> "Just my sins and the sky, and when I walked away I promised myself to change."
<Phisa> "... So you killed only ponies who cared about you, who assist you in surviving, for what?" She said a bit startled at hearing him kill his own gang ... as if that was something bad.
<Composite> "Because they never saw past surviving."
* Composite sits down, face icy and stone-cold.
<Composite> "Because in the end, we were all sinners and fuck-ups, sons and daughters of whores and the raped, but they couldn't see past getting by day-to-day."
<Phisa> ". . . I was actually thinking of recruiting you when I formed my own gang, but I can see now that you'd be a distrustful ally. If there's anything even worse from what bandits do, it's betraying their own kin, their own family." She said with a hateful glare at Composite. "You want to know why bandits are less bad than raiders?"
<Composite> "Go ahead, tell me."
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<Phisa> "We actually give a damn about each other in our gang!" She yelled at him. "We at least are willing to protect one another like family against a world where it's everypony for themselves. Some gangs steal for their children, elders, and other families." She said stomping her hoof on the ground. "And you, you just murdered the poines who wanted to protect you, and actually loved you?!"
* Composite looks Phisa in the eye.
<Composite> "It wasn't murder."
<Phisa> "But they were your family!"
<Phisa> "You betrayed them!"
<Phisa> She appeared mad. "It's ponies like you that I ended up loosing everyone who cared for me!"
* Composite closes his eyes for a long moment.
<Composite> "They were never my family."
<Composite> "I knew we were going to come to a breaking point."
<Composite> "I knew that it would end in violence for all of us."
<Composite> "And I knew that it'd kill more ponies than if I killed my gang myself."
<Composite> "You might not agree with me. I can see your point, that the gang is your family, and that family has each other's backs."
<Phisa> "But they were. In a gang, we're all family. That is the one of rules of banditry I was taught." She began to trot away from Composite. "You cared more for the ponies who wouldn't give a fuck about you than the ones who actually cared for you!"
* Composite stands up.
<Composite> "WE WERE NEVER FAMILY!" He screamed.
<Composite> "WE WERE ANIMALS, KILLERS, AND THE UNWANTED!"
<Composite> "IF I HAD A CHOICE, I'D HAVE LEFT ON MY OWN TERMS!"
* Composite breathes, staring icy daggers at Phisa.
<Composite> "There are no rules. There are no standards. There is NOTHING separating a bandit from a raider, save the words used."
* Phisa narrowed her eyes at Composite. "A raider want's death, wants the world to end, and expresses it through it's senseless carnage, and cares for nopony but himself. A bandit wants to live, nothing more, nothing less. If he could spare the ones he robs from, he would do so, for he would be out for supplies, not lives. And they care about others within their family. Don't you ever, say there is no difference between the two."
<Phisa> "But what you describe sounds more that you were becoming raiders. They were already dying ... so maybe gave them a mercy killing before that could happen." She said coldly. ". . . And that's their fault in the end." She appeared to be more cooled down at Composite.
<Composite> "It wasn't mercy."
<Phisa> "But did you once care about them? After all, you called one of them your friend."
* Composite appeared bitter.
<Composite> "He wasn't my friend after our first raid."
<Phisa> "..." She doesn't respond.
<Composite> "You know what I saw in his eyes?"
<Composite> "A killer. A mad animal just let loose from the cage."
<Composite> "He kept it hidden, but I saw it take the rest of our group."
<Phisa> "Isn't that what we all are?" She said. "It's required to kill in the Wasteland to survive. Just ask anypony around if they had to kill a raider or a wild beast once to protect themselves?"
* Composite glared at Phisa.
<Composite> "I held a gun to a foal's head. I killed a mare who'd never set a hoof outside her village. And when I saw the first signs of beauty coming back to this hellhole, I held a farmer ransom and blew his brains out anyway."
<Composite> "Don't give me any shit about ponies always having to kill. It never gets easier."
<Phisa> "Rather stupid. Threats don't work when others realize that you'll kill them anyway."
<Composite> "Really? Calling me stupid? Seems a bit juvenile for a mare who always acts so cold."
<Phisa> "... Really, calling out your mistakes is juvenile?' She appeared rather exhausted as she spoke again. "I'm done talking about this. I'm going to go clean myself before we meet up with the others." She said as she began to trot off.
* Composite looked at her as she walked, a cold bitter feeling spreading through his stomach. "Bitch," he muttered, before turning and entering the bar.