A Fallout NV RP blog for Vulpes Inculta, right hand man of Caesar.

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goodytwoshoesbillie:

manwithafoxhead:

"Perhaps I would," he said with a laugh, "For it would assure me that you are not going to steal me away in the night or use your hair to strangle me while my back is turned. But if that is all you need then I will take my leave."

  “Steal you away in the night. You make it sound like I want to whisk you off your feet.” Proserpina laughed, but it struggled to shake her body. The empty chuckles merely slipping through the hollows of her cheeks. “No, you can leave…Oh.” She froze in place, staring blankly to the side of him. “Before you go, I should warn you. Tonight you’ll have a horrible dream. It’ll hurt and shock you. You’ll awake like a storm ready to crackle and strike anything in sight. Try not to kill anyone, we’re busy enough as it is.”

He turned to leave but froze at her ominous message. Perhaps he could stay up all night to avoid such unpleasantness. Spent the night at his desk writing up reports, spending the hours stroking the skin of his lover. Vulpes turned back to face the spirit. “I will try not to.”

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goodytwoshoesbillie:

manwithafoxhead:

A cold pit settled in his stomach as she circled him, a lioness cornering a gazelle. He was unused to the feeling of being prey, of danger. His frown contorted into a weak half-smile.

"I am not sure that I believe you."

 ”Oh?” 

   The woman extended her arms up to her sides and offered Vulpes a slight shrug. “Would you feel better if I just openly tortured you? No riddles, no tricks, just straight to business?” Her eyes squinted a bit under the strain of her growing smile. 

"Perhaps I would," he said with a laugh, "For it would assure me that you are not going to steal me away in the night or use your hair to strangle me while my back is turned. But if that is all you need then I will take my leave."

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duchess-of-waste:

manwithafoxhead replied to your post: anonymous said:Hey Duchess. What …

It seems you have a habit of losing things.

That was a hypothetical, okay, hallucination, and need I remind you last time somebody stole somethin’ from me I arranged a hot date for ‘em with a beartrap so stop givin’ me sass you ain’t even real.

Why don’t you reach out and touch me? Won’t I be but a wisp of air if I am not real?

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goodytwoshoesbillie:

   ”So many things I could ask for.”

   The woman’s legs led her around him. She stopped at his side and whispered. “And you’d do just about anything for me. You must.” Again, her scars stretched with a smile, though it didn’t meet her eyes. 

   ”No, no…I haven’t completely forgotten myself. You can go Vulpes, it’s alright. I won’t torture you.”

A cold pit settled in his stomach as she circled him, a lioness cornering a gazelle. He was unused to the feeling of being prey, of danger. His frown contorted into a weak half-smile.

"I am not sure that I believe you."

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Sympathy For the Devil [Closed RP]

gunhandsam:

"It’d be wrong, I suppose," he shrugged.  "And maybe this will help you realize I’m not so bad after all, cool that bad blood between us, hmm?" Sam wet the man’s lips once again and handed him the extra strip of fabric.  His words were honest, but there was a trace of selfishness in his intentions.  Helping Vulpes might make things easier for him, and by extension, Emma.  

Assuming he lived, of course.

Sam picked himself up and took a closer look at the trap.  The springs were fairly slim, but looked fairly slick.  He stifled a laugh at the thought of his feet sliding off the metal and launching himself into a cactus, leaving Vulpes to fend for himself.

"Fair enough.  Now, hold still… we’ll go on three, ok?  And you might want to bite down on that leather."  The angle was a little awkward, but Sam was confident he could open the jaws and catch the leg before it crashed back down on the steel, it was just a matter of timing and luck.

"One, two…" Sam took a quick breath, and hopped on the springs.  He wobbled a bit, nearly toppling off as he imagined, but managed to find his footing.  The teeth pulled free of Vulpes, and his leg was now gingerly held in the same hands that threatened to snuff his life out so long ago.

"Three."

Wrapping the leather strip around his fingers until they turned white, Vulpes watched as Sam stood and wobbled on the trap. The metal squeaked, and Vulpes took this as his cue to stuff the scrap into his mouth, grinding his teeth down on the salty tasting strip in anticipation of the sting of the teeth receding from his leg.

The pain, when it came, did not disappoint. He bit down savagely on the leather as the trap snapped open and his leg was caught. A guttural, agitated groan slipped past his clamped teeth; Vulpes shut his eyes tightly and counted to ten, waiting for the pain to slip away as the trap did, being disappointed when the vibrant sting lingered.

Spitting the leather out, he opened his eyes and stared at his mangled leg. “Well, now that that is out of the way, help me up.” And, added as an afterthought: “Please.”

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goodytwoshoesbillie:

   The black coils loosened their grasp and slithered back to join the rest. She pressed herself against him, heaving a sigh while reveling in the warmth. This wasn’t something she could experience with Pluto, whose skin was as cold as the space between the stars. A pleased, shaky breath escaped through the hollows of her cheeks before she slipped away from his hold. 

    “Good. Good boy.”

One of his hands rubbed stiffly up and down her back. He was unsure what to do and tried to remember Etain and Olivia’s fleeting touches. He had always been on the receiving end, never the one to open his arms, and so he was unsure what to do when his hands were not pressed to his side.

"Anything else, domina?" There was a shudder in his voice.

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Fixer-Upper

jinxed-bos-dood:

He watched as the blacksmith left, feeling that he had somehow disappointed the large man. Even so, his attention was quickly snapped back to the man with the coyote pelt. For some reason his throat knotted up in the presence of this man. He tried to swallow down the anxiety as he saw eyes watching the stick in his boot, but it was in vain. Instead he gave the man a nervous smile as he asked him about his past.

"I, uhm, was a Paladin, yes. Got exiled. And being prepared is a boon you create for yourself. It has nothing to do with technological superiority, as your fellows showed when they captured me…"

A bit of flattery couldn’t hurt. After all, it was true as well. The Legion was the very definition of preparedness. There was a reason the Midwestern Chapter had stopped their skirmishes into their territory.

"I uhm, haven’t been here long, no. Arrived in the Mojave just about… a month or two ago. And been stuck here for…" He glanced over to one of the walls of his pen where he had marked off the days. "…six days. Was starting to wonder when someone would actually ask me questions…"

"Exiled? I am curious, what warrants that?" What if the boy was incompetent? No, he couldn’t be. He had a tattoo, and surely that warranted some sort of merit. But, then again, a Legion brand meant little else besides that one was property of Caesar…

The flattery, unfortunately, did little to ease Vulpes’ sour mood. A scowl twisted his face and served as his first warning for the boy to cut any sort of sugar-coated niceties. Vulpes Inculta could be subtle when he needed to be. And, when these cues flew over their intended target’s head, he could be cruel, and abusive, and needlessly mean. He hoped not to get to this stage with the boy. He needed him healthy for the work ahead.

"Six days. I am surprised that no one has put you to work. Perhaps the blacksmith saw your brand and told the slavers to set you aside. After all, many of the others would take rather…poorly to news of a Brotherhood paladin amongst their ranks.”

"So now, my question for you. What do you know about Auto-docs?"

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goodytwoshoesbillie:

manwithafoxhead:

"A hug. Of course." A frown spread across his features to sharply contrast her eerie grin. Vulpes took a hesitant step forward and wrapped his arms around the girl awkwardly, staring blankly over her shoulder.

   ”Is that all you can offer me? I took you for a man Vulpes…” 

   The woman’s hair began to coil once more around his neck, tying itself into a noose. Billie let her nails graze gently down his back. “I suggest you give me a better hug quickly.” 

Oh gods. He wrapped the girl more tightly in his arms and closed the generous space between them, crushing her with perhaps a bit too much force against his chest. But no way was he going to be killed by a few demonic strands of hair.

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