(Asher) A Brush with Destiny
Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 4:45 pm
The sound of a laser pistol filled the air of a what could only be described as a horrid slaughter. Asher Orkin Westwood, the only living thing in a courtyard of bodies, shouldered his pistol, a freshly dead human at his feet, a burned laserhole through his forehead. There were two others, but most of their faces had been clawed away, and their bodies ripped and torn violently. The one at his feet, however, seemed older than the rest, more grizzled, and equipped with some of the handmade laser emitting weapons that Asher himself had haphazardly put together. Piled around the dead Terrans and the one living, were a horde of perforated and torn mutants. The survivng Surandanian breathed heavy breaths in the wake of what happened, but offered the dead no respite. He crouched down next to the elder dead, and began to pull certain trinkets and valuables from the body. One in particular was a set of armored shoulder pads, which was what he went for first.
Asher would hear a sound near the roof of the building, as a window opened itself, or rather, someone opened one of the upper ventilation windows. He could tell it wasn't one of the mutants because they just broke the windows, and, as the window opened fully, the head and upper body of a good-looking blonde woman could be seen, followed by a set of hips and then finally her legs. After pulling herself through, the young woman sat down on a rafter, looking over the scene below her. "That make our city's population at an even fourty." She observed, dismally. "What happened? I haven't seen so many in one place in a long time. After the shots began I made my way across to help but, there was more outside I had to deal with..."
The lone man amongst the dead looked up at the woman for a moment, after watching her enter quietly. Normally, he'd feel like commenting on how apt her body was made for intercourse, but for some reason, he could not summon the words right then
"There's only one person left in this city as far as I'm concerned, sugartits." responded Asher quietly, as he went back down to scavenge the body, this time going for a small SMG with a jagged blade hazardly mounted on it's front. He turned the body over, the elder man's long hair moving aside to reveal a somewhat human bite mark on the neck. "As f'what happened? Well, y'betta gimme somethin' then." Still, as he spoke, he paid her no mind, seeing as how most of the laser clips had been hastily thrown to the floor, and how all four them seemed to have knives or objects in their hands, he had no ammo to give.
"I already gave my loot to the safehouse, nothing on me right now." Destiny answered, plainly, looking at the man that Asher was currently looting. "You might want to do something about him. He might just be in a coma, could wake up a mutant in a few minutes if you're not lucky." The young woman, dressed somewhat similarly to Asher, gingerly hung from the rafter for a moment before dropping a few feet to the floor, landing with a crunch on one of the mutated bodies.
"Virus takes 'bout four days t'turn someone." responded Asher, arching a brow when she made the crunching nose with the mutants body, by landing on her. With that, he gave a small judgement to her weight, and cross-referenced that with her size, getting a good feel of her general momentum. Though, he decided to keep further thoughts on that for later, as she was right.
"Looks like iss' gunna' be a closed casket, boss." whispered Asher as he pulled out the two-foot blade from it's sheath on the back of his waist. He placed the tip down on the floor, and pulled up the head with the dead man's hair. Then, with one harsh press of his foot, the blade sunk into the neck. When it met resistance at the spine, he forced it through with a muffled crack and snap as a result. Then, with the deed done, he cast the head to the side, letting it roll away. After wiping the blade off, he sheathed it again, and went back to getting whatever items remained on the body.
"Any rate, looks like you won't be figurin' out whateva' happened here." whispered Asher, turning the beheaded body over, blood pooling in mass.
"It must've been all the hot air you're blowing off that attracted them, I suppose." Destiny joked grimly, not even flinching at the beheading. Such was a fact of life around here, however short and brutal it was. She waved the stocky man off, shaking some of the blood and gore off of her boots and inspecting some of the mutated bodies. "It's a lot more of the younger mutants, isn't it? Though I do see a few advanced cases, I'm guessing those are what got your partners?"
"We ra--..." Asher looked up at the woman for a moment before heading to the other body, silently picking out anything useful from the mangled corpse. From the features, which were barely there anymore, it could be told this one was a woman before she was overrun. As Asher began to pick a few pieces from under the bile, his face soured a bit, followed with a sigh before he decided to pick more, "You know tha' deal, you ain't got nothin', I ain't givin' nothin'."
"Well, from what I've heard of you, this is hardly the place to give what I've got were I to offer it." Destiny began, approaching the young man cautiously. "Of course, I have more important things to worry about than myself, so, if you could help me, you'd be helping out a lot more of our fellow survivors." she offered, winking at the Goatee'd man. She bent down and picked up a rectangular piece of metal, which turned out to be a folded switchblade, and began playing with the knife. "Not quite big enough, but it could be useful..." the girl observed.
As Destiny approached, Asher's eyes stayed on her, occasionally drifting his gaze to her chest. Though, as she started to make offers, a look of spite rose on his face.
"Bullshit, you ain't eva' heard a'me." spat Asher, before pointing at the blade mounted on his shoulder and ankle. "N'I don't need no fuckin' hidey-knife." Despite being told he could help people, it seemed rather apparent that it wasn't his concern.
"Who said this knife was for you?" Destiny defended, putting the instrument into one of her pockets, before turning back to the man. "And of course I've heard of you. You're Asher Orkin Westwood, the Grim Reaper of Surandan, the only one to have had sex with a Mutant, the craziest motherfucker on the planet, who killed his own family because they were too damn slow." Destiny was obviously making stuff up past his name, but the way she said it made it sound that she had it on full authority as true. "You wouldn't deny such a lofty title as that, would you?"
The 'Grim Reaper' as it was, only stared at her for a moment, taking in the immensity of the 'reputation' he seemd to have. He gave a short chuckle, trying to tone it down at the risk of sounding too loud.
"The only guy worth callin' a 'Grim Reaper' is on tha' floor ova' there wit' his noggin' decoratin' one end of tha' room." replied the man, finishing up wit the second body. "I wouldn't mind takin' tha' title, people die 'round me enough." Asher started picking at the third body, "At any rate, tonka-tits, you got somewhere t'be? Or do you really wanna' t'hear what happened that bad?"
"Every time there's a large grouping of mutants, it's a serious event. I just want to make sure they're either all gone or the source is found so we can eliminate it." Destiny answered seriously, prodding one of the bodies with her foot. "It's hard enough to find food and supplies without these things trying to kill us all the time." The Blonde turned her back on Asher, and walked a few paces away, surveying the destruction as best she could. "I suppose you're the ones who finally managed to break into the armory a few months ago? Haven't seen working laser weapons since I was young..."
"Yeah, boss got it in his head that we'd have a betta' chance wit' rechargables n'lasers. So, we all get pretty darin', n'raid tha' armory." Asher explained, looking at Destiny's rear every few moments as he picked at the final body. "Turns out, tha' controlled envia'ment to preserve weaponry iss' a pretty nice spot for mutants t'put their biggest n'meanest. We lost 'bout half our clan in there, but we came out wit' enough parts to make these." The man held up the hazardly made laser, with the crude blade attached to it. "Took a while, but I was able to make'm work afta' a lotta' bullshit."
He cleared his throat quietly, "That one wass' on tha' house."
"Ah, so the dead man here is singlehandedly responsible for destroying our ability to procreate." was all Destiny could say. She turned around again, and put her hands on her hips. She knew where Asher had been looking, but didn't seem to care or mind, one or the other.
"What, you think societies gotta' chance? Shit!" Asher laughed, putting a hand over his mouth try and muffle the laughing, "I thought I wass' crazy!"
"I heard Kotannia in the northern continent managed to clear out the mutants. Doesn't seem like too crazy an idea. Besides, who doesn't want a peaceful life? Maybe get the factories running again, even get our asses off this god-forsaken rock." the Blonde looked over Asher, knowing he probably didn't care. He seemed to enjoy all the blood and destruction. "I can still remember how it was before the Drathonians gassed us. Can't you?"
"Rememberin' what you had iss' what makes you think half-assed shit like that. Kotannia? Pfft, like shit they're doin' any betta' than us. Surandan iss' fucked, 'cause there ain't no end to tha' mutants, I know that much." Asher, got up on his feet, and strapped his back-pack on.
"Y'know what? I do rememba' what life wass' like, but that shit's gone. Everyone that mattered, died, n'everyone else that matta'd?" He looked around at the three dead people around him, "Died t'day."
"Well, maybe you should get better at protecting the people that matter." Destiny suggested, harshly. "The reason our city's going down the hole is because the biggest clans keep making rash decisions. We're losing people faster than we're gaining them, seeing as we haven't had any births in about eight years, and most of those kids died."
"You really wanna' bring a kid inta' this world? Where all he know iss' nothin', but death n'survival?" The man shook his head at the seemingly hopeful woman, a certain edge added to his words due to her little comment. "So what happens when we kill all tha' mutants, eh? Shit ain't gunna' stop there. Clans n'gangs don't trust eachotha', so they'll just start shootin once they get a chance t'take ova'. Woman, y'sound like y'all for that blue n'true future, but thass' tha' problem. We ain't got a future, n'ain't nobody gunna' accept that fact 'cause they're all too busy missin' the lives they were too young t'even know.
"So you're suggesting we just give up? The last transmissions told us the rest of Terran space was under attack. For all we know, we could be the last Humans left in the universe. You just want to squander that?" Destiny shook her head. Walking up closer to the man. "Whether or not the future's going to happen, it's 'Survival of the Fittest' around here, and I know that very well. We need as many of the Fit as possible if we want to have any chance at survival." She stopped, just a few inches away from the man's face, and touched his goatee with an outstretched finger. "Why not try helping someone. You might live longer if you have a reason to live."
"Tch, if I could have a piece of that ass everyday? Probably." chuckled Asher, taking a short look at her bottom, before turning away and stepping off to a broken in door-way. "I tried workin' wit a group, wit people I trust, n'that didn't work all that well. So I'll tell ya what, I let you know what happened here, n'you, and y'pansy tree-huggin' future group will leave me alone, n'let me do my thing. Deal?"
In all honesty, he simply moved away from her as the woman's body was becoming too tempting for him to resist.
"If that's the way you want it, Then I suppose I have no choice but to accept." She kicked over one of the large dead mutants, and it fell back, leaning against the wall in such a way that it made a nice chair, which the blonde sat down in, an odd juxtaposition of her beauty and the disgusting creature's body. "Maybe, if you're helpful enough, I'll give you a reward. How does that sound?"
"You said you didn't have shit b'fo." responded Asher, "Where's this reward comin' from?"
"I won't tell you until you tell me. Like I said, you only get it if I think your information is worth it." Destiny smirked, crossing her legs daintily, sitting pretty as if she were a well-mannered woman, despite her surroundings.
"Fine." shrugged the mercenary, pointing off to the far building down the road, visible from the courtyard's smaller side windows. "Down that way, we was lookin' f'supplies when we happened up on a pretty decent stash a canned goods. Turns out ain't no on figga'd out how t'take off the electric locks, til'now. But!" Asher said, bending over to pick a few of the laser magazines, "Wit' our friend, Mista' Laser, we just burned through tha' locks, n'got in. Lo'n'behold? A nice little collection of canned goods n'perished goods."
Asher then let out a pretty deep sigh, before taking a seat on the floor.
"Thass when Edgar got jumped at tha' door. He got his jaw ripped out, then got clawed up by a group of'm, a group of them 'advanced' things y'was talkin' 'bout. They started comin' f'us n'we started shootin'. Lasers put enough holes n'm to stop them from comin, but then they started pourin' outta' tha' woodworks! Fuckin' everywhere! They started hoppin out. So, Utah tells us t'move t'this place ova' here, thinkin' we might be able t'pull in a choke-point." The Surandanian scratched his chin, "Ol'Utah didn't expect a bunch of'm t'be hold up in this buildin' too. Shit got bad, real bad, n'we was forced in tha' middle of tha' yard here, firin' off everything we had at tha' comin' horde. 'Ventually? We ran out charges, n'they still kept, so we used our knives. Thomas ova there, he go over run by a few when he stepped out too far."
He then pointed over at the female's mangled corpse, "Elly, she tried t'save'm, y'know? Tom meant a lot to her, but one'a them leapin' mutants took her down by her skull, split it open, and started to eat'm both. While they was distracted, me n'Utah started wrappin' up the rest. Some point? Utah got bit in tha' neck, one'a them bleedin' bites. N'eventually we cleaned'm all out, but Utah was pretty much fucked, so I shot him."
At that point, Asher shrugged his shoulders and gave Destiny a square look with his blood-red eyes, "N'thass' how Utah's clan got finished up, n'how it all came t'this."
"Well, then I suppose our clan has Utah to thank for the canned goods we took from the stash after clearing what was left outside. They got disinterested and left when the sun came up. If you want, I'll tell the safehouse to give you some, seems you did earn it." Destiny stood up from her makeshift chair, and approached Asher once more. "I think that that qualifies for my gift, in any case, Mister Asher."
Mister Asher arched a brow as he pushed himself up off the floor. "N'wass that? More sentiment?"
"No" Destiny answered plainly, getting closer to Asher than before, and giving him a kiss on the lips, before pulling away, grinning. "Rethink your ideas about the world, and we may talk more." The blonde said, walking through the door Asher had been moving toward moments before, out into the brighter lights of the morning sun, where the sounds of the maintenance droids could be heard, cleaning up the bodies of dead mutants and ex-survivors alike.
"Oh yeah, she fuckin' wants me."
Asher would hear a sound near the roof of the building, as a window opened itself, or rather, someone opened one of the upper ventilation windows. He could tell it wasn't one of the mutants because they just broke the windows, and, as the window opened fully, the head and upper body of a good-looking blonde woman could be seen, followed by a set of hips and then finally her legs. After pulling herself through, the young woman sat down on a rafter, looking over the scene below her. "That make our city's population at an even fourty." She observed, dismally. "What happened? I haven't seen so many in one place in a long time. After the shots began I made my way across to help but, there was more outside I had to deal with..."
The lone man amongst the dead looked up at the woman for a moment, after watching her enter quietly. Normally, he'd feel like commenting on how apt her body was made for intercourse, but for some reason, he could not summon the words right then
"There's only one person left in this city as far as I'm concerned, sugartits." responded Asher quietly, as he went back down to scavenge the body, this time going for a small SMG with a jagged blade hazardly mounted on it's front. He turned the body over, the elder man's long hair moving aside to reveal a somewhat human bite mark on the neck. "As f'what happened? Well, y'betta gimme somethin' then." Still, as he spoke, he paid her no mind, seeing as how most of the laser clips had been hastily thrown to the floor, and how all four them seemed to have knives or objects in their hands, he had no ammo to give.
"I already gave my loot to the safehouse, nothing on me right now." Destiny answered, plainly, looking at the man that Asher was currently looting. "You might want to do something about him. He might just be in a coma, could wake up a mutant in a few minutes if you're not lucky." The young woman, dressed somewhat similarly to Asher, gingerly hung from the rafter for a moment before dropping a few feet to the floor, landing with a crunch on one of the mutated bodies.
"Virus takes 'bout four days t'turn someone." responded Asher, arching a brow when she made the crunching nose with the mutants body, by landing on her. With that, he gave a small judgement to her weight, and cross-referenced that with her size, getting a good feel of her general momentum. Though, he decided to keep further thoughts on that for later, as she was right.
"Looks like iss' gunna' be a closed casket, boss." whispered Asher as he pulled out the two-foot blade from it's sheath on the back of his waist. He placed the tip down on the floor, and pulled up the head with the dead man's hair. Then, with one harsh press of his foot, the blade sunk into the neck. When it met resistance at the spine, he forced it through with a muffled crack and snap as a result. Then, with the deed done, he cast the head to the side, letting it roll away. After wiping the blade off, he sheathed it again, and went back to getting whatever items remained on the body.
"Any rate, looks like you won't be figurin' out whateva' happened here." whispered Asher, turning the beheaded body over, blood pooling in mass.
"It must've been all the hot air you're blowing off that attracted them, I suppose." Destiny joked grimly, not even flinching at the beheading. Such was a fact of life around here, however short and brutal it was. She waved the stocky man off, shaking some of the blood and gore off of her boots and inspecting some of the mutated bodies. "It's a lot more of the younger mutants, isn't it? Though I do see a few advanced cases, I'm guessing those are what got your partners?"
"We ra--..." Asher looked up at the woman for a moment before heading to the other body, silently picking out anything useful from the mangled corpse. From the features, which were barely there anymore, it could be told this one was a woman before she was overrun. As Asher began to pick a few pieces from under the bile, his face soured a bit, followed with a sigh before he decided to pick more, "You know tha' deal, you ain't got nothin', I ain't givin' nothin'."
"Well, from what I've heard of you, this is hardly the place to give what I've got were I to offer it." Destiny began, approaching the young man cautiously. "Of course, I have more important things to worry about than myself, so, if you could help me, you'd be helping out a lot more of our fellow survivors." she offered, winking at the Goatee'd man. She bent down and picked up a rectangular piece of metal, which turned out to be a folded switchblade, and began playing with the knife. "Not quite big enough, but it could be useful..." the girl observed.
As Destiny approached, Asher's eyes stayed on her, occasionally drifting his gaze to her chest. Though, as she started to make offers, a look of spite rose on his face.
"Bullshit, you ain't eva' heard a'me." spat Asher, before pointing at the blade mounted on his shoulder and ankle. "N'I don't need no fuckin' hidey-knife." Despite being told he could help people, it seemed rather apparent that it wasn't his concern.
"Who said this knife was for you?" Destiny defended, putting the instrument into one of her pockets, before turning back to the man. "And of course I've heard of you. You're Asher Orkin Westwood, the Grim Reaper of Surandan, the only one to have had sex with a Mutant, the craziest motherfucker on the planet, who killed his own family because they were too damn slow." Destiny was obviously making stuff up past his name, but the way she said it made it sound that she had it on full authority as true. "You wouldn't deny such a lofty title as that, would you?"
The 'Grim Reaper' as it was, only stared at her for a moment, taking in the immensity of the 'reputation' he seemd to have. He gave a short chuckle, trying to tone it down at the risk of sounding too loud.
"The only guy worth callin' a 'Grim Reaper' is on tha' floor ova' there wit' his noggin' decoratin' one end of tha' room." replied the man, finishing up wit the second body. "I wouldn't mind takin' tha' title, people die 'round me enough." Asher started picking at the third body, "At any rate, tonka-tits, you got somewhere t'be? Or do you really wanna' t'hear what happened that bad?"
"Every time there's a large grouping of mutants, it's a serious event. I just want to make sure they're either all gone or the source is found so we can eliminate it." Destiny answered seriously, prodding one of the bodies with her foot. "It's hard enough to find food and supplies without these things trying to kill us all the time." The Blonde turned her back on Asher, and walked a few paces away, surveying the destruction as best she could. "I suppose you're the ones who finally managed to break into the armory a few months ago? Haven't seen working laser weapons since I was young..."
"Yeah, boss got it in his head that we'd have a betta' chance wit' rechargables n'lasers. So, we all get pretty darin', n'raid tha' armory." Asher explained, looking at Destiny's rear every few moments as he picked at the final body. "Turns out, tha' controlled envia'ment to preserve weaponry iss' a pretty nice spot for mutants t'put their biggest n'meanest. We lost 'bout half our clan in there, but we came out wit' enough parts to make these." The man held up the hazardly made laser, with the crude blade attached to it. "Took a while, but I was able to make'm work afta' a lotta' bullshit."
He cleared his throat quietly, "That one wass' on tha' house."
"Ah, so the dead man here is singlehandedly responsible for destroying our ability to procreate." was all Destiny could say. She turned around again, and put her hands on her hips. She knew where Asher had been looking, but didn't seem to care or mind, one or the other.
"What, you think societies gotta' chance? Shit!" Asher laughed, putting a hand over his mouth try and muffle the laughing, "I thought I wass' crazy!"
"I heard Kotannia in the northern continent managed to clear out the mutants. Doesn't seem like too crazy an idea. Besides, who doesn't want a peaceful life? Maybe get the factories running again, even get our asses off this god-forsaken rock." the Blonde looked over Asher, knowing he probably didn't care. He seemed to enjoy all the blood and destruction. "I can still remember how it was before the Drathonians gassed us. Can't you?"
"Rememberin' what you had iss' what makes you think half-assed shit like that. Kotannia? Pfft, like shit they're doin' any betta' than us. Surandan iss' fucked, 'cause there ain't no end to tha' mutants, I know that much." Asher, got up on his feet, and strapped his back-pack on.
"Y'know what? I do rememba' what life wass' like, but that shit's gone. Everyone that mattered, died, n'everyone else that matta'd?" He looked around at the three dead people around him, "Died t'day."
"Well, maybe you should get better at protecting the people that matter." Destiny suggested, harshly. "The reason our city's going down the hole is because the biggest clans keep making rash decisions. We're losing people faster than we're gaining them, seeing as we haven't had any births in about eight years, and most of those kids died."
"You really wanna' bring a kid inta' this world? Where all he know iss' nothin', but death n'survival?" The man shook his head at the seemingly hopeful woman, a certain edge added to his words due to her little comment. "So what happens when we kill all tha' mutants, eh? Shit ain't gunna' stop there. Clans n'gangs don't trust eachotha', so they'll just start shootin once they get a chance t'take ova'. Woman, y'sound like y'all for that blue n'true future, but thass' tha' problem. We ain't got a future, n'ain't nobody gunna' accept that fact 'cause they're all too busy missin' the lives they were too young t'even know.
"So you're suggesting we just give up? The last transmissions told us the rest of Terran space was under attack. For all we know, we could be the last Humans left in the universe. You just want to squander that?" Destiny shook her head. Walking up closer to the man. "Whether or not the future's going to happen, it's 'Survival of the Fittest' around here, and I know that very well. We need as many of the Fit as possible if we want to have any chance at survival." She stopped, just a few inches away from the man's face, and touched his goatee with an outstretched finger. "Why not try helping someone. You might live longer if you have a reason to live."
"Tch, if I could have a piece of that ass everyday? Probably." chuckled Asher, taking a short look at her bottom, before turning away and stepping off to a broken in door-way. "I tried workin' wit a group, wit people I trust, n'that didn't work all that well. So I'll tell ya what, I let you know what happened here, n'you, and y'pansy tree-huggin' future group will leave me alone, n'let me do my thing. Deal?"
In all honesty, he simply moved away from her as the woman's body was becoming too tempting for him to resist.
"If that's the way you want it, Then I suppose I have no choice but to accept." She kicked over one of the large dead mutants, and it fell back, leaning against the wall in such a way that it made a nice chair, which the blonde sat down in, an odd juxtaposition of her beauty and the disgusting creature's body. "Maybe, if you're helpful enough, I'll give you a reward. How does that sound?"
"You said you didn't have shit b'fo." responded Asher, "Where's this reward comin' from?"
"I won't tell you until you tell me. Like I said, you only get it if I think your information is worth it." Destiny smirked, crossing her legs daintily, sitting pretty as if she were a well-mannered woman, despite her surroundings.
"Fine." shrugged the mercenary, pointing off to the far building down the road, visible from the courtyard's smaller side windows. "Down that way, we was lookin' f'supplies when we happened up on a pretty decent stash a canned goods. Turns out ain't no on figga'd out how t'take off the electric locks, til'now. But!" Asher said, bending over to pick a few of the laser magazines, "Wit' our friend, Mista' Laser, we just burned through tha' locks, n'got in. Lo'n'behold? A nice little collection of canned goods n'perished goods."
Asher then let out a pretty deep sigh, before taking a seat on the floor.
"Thass when Edgar got jumped at tha' door. He got his jaw ripped out, then got clawed up by a group of'm, a group of them 'advanced' things y'was talkin' 'bout. They started comin' f'us n'we started shootin'. Lasers put enough holes n'm to stop them from comin, but then they started pourin' outta' tha' woodworks! Fuckin' everywhere! They started hoppin out. So, Utah tells us t'move t'this place ova' here, thinkin' we might be able t'pull in a choke-point." The Surandanian scratched his chin, "Ol'Utah didn't expect a bunch of'm t'be hold up in this buildin' too. Shit got bad, real bad, n'we was forced in tha' middle of tha' yard here, firin' off everything we had at tha' comin' horde. 'Ventually? We ran out charges, n'they still kept, so we used our knives. Thomas ova there, he go over run by a few when he stepped out too far."
He then pointed over at the female's mangled corpse, "Elly, she tried t'save'm, y'know? Tom meant a lot to her, but one'a them leapin' mutants took her down by her skull, split it open, and started to eat'm both. While they was distracted, me n'Utah started wrappin' up the rest. Some point? Utah got bit in tha' neck, one'a them bleedin' bites. N'eventually we cleaned'm all out, but Utah was pretty much fucked, so I shot him."
At that point, Asher shrugged his shoulders and gave Destiny a square look with his blood-red eyes, "N'thass' how Utah's clan got finished up, n'how it all came t'this."
"Well, then I suppose our clan has Utah to thank for the canned goods we took from the stash after clearing what was left outside. They got disinterested and left when the sun came up. If you want, I'll tell the safehouse to give you some, seems you did earn it." Destiny stood up from her makeshift chair, and approached Asher once more. "I think that that qualifies for my gift, in any case, Mister Asher."
Mister Asher arched a brow as he pushed himself up off the floor. "N'wass that? More sentiment?"
"No" Destiny answered plainly, getting closer to Asher than before, and giving him a kiss on the lips, before pulling away, grinning. "Rethink your ideas about the world, and we may talk more." The blonde said, walking through the door Asher had been moving toward moments before, out into the brighter lights of the morning sun, where the sounds of the maintenance droids could be heard, cleaning up the bodies of dead mutants and ex-survivors alike.
"Oh yeah, she fuckin' wants me."