Oh, that’s- that’s good. That asshole shadow didn’t dust him.
*covers her mouth with her hands* Were you two okay, while I was gone? Is he somewhere…that I can go say goodbye?
Of course the old man didn’t dust him. I killed him, first.
…We were fine. For a while. He went out on a run one day, and… I guess something happened. I didn’t find him for days. What’s left… What’s left is in 2.
Uh, yeah, what’s on your mind?
*takes a deep breath*
Rogue, he… we didn’t save him, did we. That Hallow’s Eve at Elektrafone, I was visited by a sad voice that blamed himself for my being Victoria. Said I shouldn’t have put myself in danger for his sake…
No, no, he was fine. I got him out.
….He’s still gone. About a year ago. Maybe more.
Mouse? Is it alright if I ask you something heavy?
Uh, yeah, what’s on your mind?
"Well…I was shuffling dirt around all day because of that accursed sandstorm…did work up a bit of an appetite…"
With a soft ‘whoosh’ of wind, the man metamorphosed into his natural form. “But I’m not your personal cleaning service,” he concluded, even as he trotted towards the singed mess and gave it a cautionary sniff before chowing down to the sound of snapping bones and the squelch of wet meat.
He recognized the men as the raiders that had tried to attack Vista before, so he didn’t feel quite as awful as he could have. But they were already dead…so you know.
"You don’t have to linger if you’ve things to do," he commented after licking his chops. "Unless you’re into this kind of thing," he teased.
"What a man does in his free time is his own business," she remarked, laughing to herself. While Perro chowed on the corpses, Mouse slid the knife into her boot and hefted the ax back onto her shoulder. She brushed a hand across his fur, scratching gently against his side.
"I’m gonna leave you to your snack, handle some new surprises.. Sorry for calling on such short notice."
Mouse went to leave the building and rejoin James and Indy at the car, but turned around and went to whisper in his ear. ”And between you and me,” she muttered. ”You’re much better looking than a vacuum.”
James nodded, knowing exactly what Mouse meant, and escorted Indy out and away from the warehouse with trophies in tow.
Perro’s voice answered first in the usual playful purr, “For you? Always~”
He appeared as a man, kneeling down to drink from the fine chalice of hand, sipping the proffered blood like wine til his lips stained red. “Mmmm~”
He sealed her wound with a kiss and stood up. once again dwarfing her. He glanced around at the gore, pretty certain he knew what he was here for, but he asked it anyway, as it was custom.
"What is it you require of me?"
Those words though…spoken so pretty.
She smiled up at him, always at ease around the old friend, albeit a little hazy from his accepting the offering. What was it about that style of blood loss that felt so nice?
Oh, well. That was contemplation for another day. ”Not a requirement, actually. I was just wondering if you were up for a snack.”
Mouse glanced quickly at the singed body by the wall, still surrounded by a gloppy pile of entrails.. “But if you aren’t up for barbecue, I can understand that.”
Now that she was convinced she wasn’t going to be murdered…Indy really didn’t mind the blood and gore. These men had done much worse in front of her…when the ax wasn’t aimed at her, she didn’t care.
She sat up and pulled the strap of the skimpy dress she wore up her shoulder again and looked to James and Mouse.
"I suppose I should be thanking you….but…where will I go now?"
The words spilled out of James’ mouth before he could stop them and before Mouse could get her two cents in. “You could come home with us, back to Vista. We’ve got room.”
"Vista…." Indy’s eyes brightened with recognition. "You’re with Outpost Vista?"
Was this the rescue party she’d given up hope on, a year too late?
James chose his words carefully. “Not really an Outpost anymore…it’s been…redistributed. It’s technically called New Vista now, Independently owned- “
"I was supposed to be stationed there," Indy whispered, glancing around to make sure they were well and truly alone before continuing. "To assist with Project Greenbox. I am…-was Doctor Indira Shakoor."
James nodded. “You still are, doctor. I’m not here to judge what you had to do. Isn’t fate funny though, to thread you back to where you need to be…that is, if you want to join us at Vista.”
Indy took her time thinking it over, silent minutes that James waited out with Mouse, imagining the things the doctor must have been through at the hands of the now-dead raiders.
"….Yes, I’ll come with you two." She rose her feet with certainty, and rubbed her wrists where they’d been bound.
James looked at the mess and sighed. “We’ll have to clean up first…I don’t want this to follow us back to Vista…”
"You aren’t wrong…" Mouse shook out her hands, fighting off the buzz from sitting on her fingers. They needed to get rid of all this before someone found the scene and got wise.
She could always call Perro.. Fruit, in her opinion, didn’t always cut it when the deity in question was a massive dog. And that demon he had snapped up earlier seemed to have left a nasty taste in his mouth, so it could do him some good to have something fresh.
Well, relatively speaking.
Mouse offered a scrap of cloth to the doctor to wipe away the small specks that had landed on her during the melee, smiling softly. ”I’ll take care of this,” she noted. ”Doctor, I’m sorry you had to see any of this, but I’m gonna need you and the Captain to meet me at the car, okay? I’m going to call a friend and see if he can come by, and I don’t think you’ll want to see what happens if he does.”
She pulled off her jacket, wrapping the leather around Indy’s shoulders. Mouse would have offered one of the others, but it seemed cruel, almost, to hand her the clothes of her former captors.
Handing James the bag, other clothes having been shoved inside, Mouse walked to the middle of the room and pulled out the knife, drawing a long slice across her palm. ”Perro, hon,” she whispered. “Do you have a moment?”
Now all she had to do was wait for him to pick up.
James was already cleaning up his tools, placing them neatly back into the bag on the table, watching the last man try to crawl for the door while Mouse was distracted in hacking up the first.
"Mmmm nah, he’s all yours. I only had enough butane for one and I’ll just imbibe vicariously through you for the rest." He smirked and wiped off his sweating face with the scrap of cloth that served as his handkerchief before stowing it in his back pocket again.
"I’ve got one more thing to attend to," he added, turning now to the girl from before, who, impressively, was just about to free her wrists from their twine binding before James took her by the arms.
"Oh my god! Please, please don’t kill me!" Indy, as that was her name, howled, trying to get away from the lanky captain that was much stronger than he looked.
James tried to calm her down, “Hey shhh shh shhh, we’re not going to hurt you, I promise-“
Indy wasn’t convinced, obviously, with the gore that surrounded her, she stared, wide-eyed and disbelieving, her lips curled into a snarl. “Bullshit. It’s get fucked or get killed out here, and I’m- not ready to die…”
She stopped fighting though, as James made no hostile gesture indicating he was actually going to hurt her.
So clearly that meant the opposite, right?
Conditioned response made Indy glance around for the mattress she spent too much time on but James redirected her gaze, calm.
"It’s not all like that, trust me. Despite our looks…Mouse n I are different. Right?"
He called over to Mouse, probably with poor timing.
While James talked the girl down from her hysteric fits, Mouse used the conversation as a distraction to sidle between them and the last guy, making a point to block the scene as much as she could while hacking his head from his body. Sighing in disdain, she kicked the body out the door. Whatever James was saying to her, it wouldn’t get through with a pool of blood seeping into her hair.
"Hm?" She stepped back from the door. "Oh.. right. Sorry you had to see that."
The girl had to have been through some serious shit. Mouse had seen shit, but whatever she had been through must really have gotten to her, judging by her flinches when James got close.
She slowly wiped the rest of the blood from the ax blade and leaned the weapon against the table, backing away with her hands slightly raised.
"I promise, we aren’t going to hurt you. These guys, they were our only issue." Mouse knelt beside James, sitting on her hands. "Whatever they’ve done to you, it’s over. You don’t have to worry about them anymore."
"Callin’ me an angel?" James muttered through his blood-flecked welder’s mask. "While I’m melting a dude’s face off?"
He pulled back from his guy, a clean, but stripped patch of skin missing, with charred bone underneath. The man had already lapsed into unconsciousness and slumped without James’ knee pinning him against the wall.
The captain didn’t even notice the blood from Mouse’s mark until he was standing in it.
"Oh jesus christ, fuck!"
James didn’t really revel in blood…that was something Killjoys did, and he wasn’t that. But he did quite understand that vengeful tendencies came with an abundance of the red stuff. He spotted the dislocated arm and rolled it around with his boot before picking it up and wadding up the sleeve piece still on it. That and some duct tape made a new gag with the explanation ‘I’m tired of listening to him’.
With that, he went back to his own collapsed mark, mask down, bringing the butane torch across the mans belly until it burst in a slow sludge of half-burnt viscera that glopped messily to the floor.
"Well that’s one."
Carelessly, Mouse slid the man’s shoes off his feet, tossing them behind her into a pile that already held their jackets, jeans, and weapons. The boys back at Vista might not take too kindly to castoffs from dead men, but they could still be traded for supplies. Turns out the raiders did have some use to them.
She ignored the muffled whimpers from her target and bent down again, grasping his chin in one hand. ”And now you’ve gone and gotten your blood all over my boots… Ruder and ruder…”
The man had already succumbed to shock when she stood. No more pointless babbling, thank god.
"Better make that two," she remarked. With a sick crunch, the blade came down one more time, burying itself in the raider’s chest. The last few spasms of his heart made the handle shudder while she scraped some drying flecks of blood off her hands. Ripping it out came with some effort and a loud sucking noise. Mouse meticulously wiped away the gore with a scrap of the man’s shirt and leaned the weapon against the wall.
"Do you want the other guy?" she asked. The girl, she knew she was there, didn’t really matter. House bitch, more than likely.