CurtailedAmbrosia
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“The ONE time something goes south and YOU just happen to be there-” She pretends to mutter, but the teasing she really takes in stride. It also was faaar from the first time something had gone south.
Kara smiles at Hrolf, liking that advice-and then frowns, a sniff. “I don’t think they’re in good so much as they just really hate the NCR.” Kara can’t say she blames them. That’s a whole other thing, though.
“I hope they’re not seriously considering letting him annex their whole tribe. They won’t be gaining anything but trouble if they do that. You know how they are with those of the feminine persuasion.” She hates the Legion. Hrolf probably does too. He’s a good dog like that.
“It makes me wonder if they know anything much about it, to be honest. Wouldn’t be the first time a group didn’t vet their potential allies.”
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The Khans do seem to know Kara. Moray gets a few trailing gazes, but he looks as tough as the rest of them, and they can respect that. It was about all the Khans respected. Hrolf was keeping relatively close (for him) hoping for more of the jerky, and he too was getting glances.
She’s not up for talking to strangers for once-secretly a little too anxious, not that you’d know it looking at her. She’s hoping to see Vanessa herself or run into her brother-but as they pass the small, minimalistic dwellings and the various Khans milling about she’s growing less and less hopeful. Which wasn’t any good, as she’d had little of it to begin with.
She considers going to Regis, but on the way up the slope sees someone she doesn’t recognize heading into the Longhouse. Didn’t look like a Khan-and he saw her, but mostly, he saw Hrolf. Huh.
“C’mon, we’ll go talk to Jack.” She says easily enough, eyes on the doorway the man had finally passed through. It’s back down the slope and a ways to the bottom of a cliff, a few crappy trailers around a campfire.
Diane wasn’t around, probably inside one of the buildings. Of the two, she was definitely more clever. She was also tighter lipped. Jack, on the other hand…
“Kara the Firebrand.” He greets from his leaned back position at a picnic table, clearly on something-he’s got one arm lazily strewn across the board behind him, his eyes shifting to the Moray. “And…” He fails to come up with a nickname.
“This is my new bestie Moray-” Kara’s still using that. “But hey, I’m looking for Vanessa-she running things for you? Her and Billy?”
Jack nods sagely, slow. “Yeah...they been pretty good about things.” He rubs his chin. “Ain’t been back for a bit though.”
Kara’s easy. “No? What, they do a runner on you? Aren’t you and Billy blood brothers?”
“How long they’ve been gone, where’d you send ‘em?”
Kara smiles at Hrolf, liking that advice-and then frowns, a sniff. “I don’t think they’re in good so much as they just really hate the NCR.” Kara can’t say she blames them. That’s a whole other thing, though.
“I hope they’re not seriously considering letting him annex their whole tribe. They won’t be gaining anything but trouble if they do that. You know how they are with those of the feminine persuasion.” She hates the Legion. Hrolf probably does too. He’s a good dog like that.
“It makes me wonder if they know anything much about it, to be honest. Wouldn’t be the first time a group didn’t vet their potential allies.”
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The Khans do seem to know Kara. Moray gets a few trailing gazes, but he looks as tough as the rest of them, and they can respect that. It was about all the Khans respected. Hrolf was keeping relatively close (for him) hoping for more of the jerky, and he too was getting glances.
She’s not up for talking to strangers for once-secretly a little too anxious, not that you’d know it looking at her. She’s hoping to see Vanessa herself or run into her brother-but as they pass the small, minimalistic dwellings and the various Khans milling about she’s growing less and less hopeful. Which wasn’t any good, as she’d had little of it to begin with.
She considers going to Regis, but on the way up the slope sees someone she doesn’t recognize heading into the Longhouse. Didn’t look like a Khan-and he saw her, but mostly, he saw Hrolf. Huh.
“C’mon, we’ll go talk to Jack.” She says easily enough, eyes on the doorway the man had finally passed through. It’s back down the slope and a ways to the bottom of a cliff, a few crappy trailers around a campfire.
Diane wasn’t around, probably inside one of the buildings. Of the two, she was definitely more clever. She was also tighter lipped. Jack, on the other hand…
“Kara the Firebrand.” He greets from his leaned back position at a picnic table, clearly on something-he’s got one arm lazily strewn across the board behind him, his eyes shifting to the Moray. “And…” He fails to come up with a nickname.
“This is my new bestie Moray-” Kara’s still using that. “But hey, I’m looking for Vanessa-she running things for you? Her and Billy?”
Jack nods sagely, slow. “Yeah...they been pretty good about things.” He rubs his chin. “Ain’t been back for a bit though.”
Kara’s easy. “No? What, they do a runner on you? Aren’t you and Billy blood brothers?”
“How long they’ve been gone, where’d you send ‘em?”