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alright fine jeez he's alive again

[A while ago, Boone was shot. Not long after that, he died. End of story, right?]

[Yeah, no. After waking up in a bed in the infirmary, missing his weapons and feeling slow and sluggish, Boone has made it back into the hallway and is looking... lost. He's not supposed to be here. It was over for him- he felt himself slip away, and yet here he is... standing here as if nothing happened, vaguely aware that he's missing a huge chunk of time. He'd doubt that any of it ever happened in the first place, but he's seen the scar on his stomach.

He thinks back to the last thing he remembers- Elle by his side, trying desperately to save him. She'd been hysterical. All for him. Huh... it's a strange feeling. Someone giving a damn. He almost wishes she hadn't. She'd saved him a lot of pain with all the Stimpaks and Med-X she'd stuck him with, but in the end she'd had to watch him die. Just someone else who had to suffer because of him.]

[Walking feels odd after so long. He's acutely aware of the fact that he's unarmed, but he doesn't know if he can make himself care. What's the worst that can happen when you've already died? Goddamnit... he thought it was over. It was supposed to be his time. It hadn't been quick, and it had been at the hands of the Legion, but it was over. Now, he doesn't know what to do with himself. He could say he's pissed off but that wouldn't come close to how angry he is that he's walking around again. The only thing he feels he can do is make life hell for the people who killed him in the first place. Yeah... they weren't expecting him to come back from this, either. Sibyll showed him her true face because she thought he was a dead man, and Vulpes... that son of a bitch must have ordered her to follow him in the first place. If he didn't have a reason to hate the Legion before, he sure does now- and Vulpes just put himself at the top of Boone's shit list. First, though... he needs to get his weapons back, which means finding Elle. Christ, he hopes they haven't gotten to her, too.]

((haha... he was supposed to be dead for three days but it kind of didn't work out like that :| so uh, yeah. pissed off boone walking the hallways.))

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[He attempts to elbow Vulpes away from himself, still doing his best to break the weapon into pieces. Yeah, even if Vulpes beats the shit out of him now, he doesn't care- it was worth it just to know he's fucked when it comes to a weapon now. Pissing him off is just a bonus.]

[His head wound is making him unsteady, but not enough to stop him from taking a fist to Boone's face. The desire to beat him bloody is especially strong right now, and he isn't going to hold anything back if he has the chance. Even if he can't kill the profligate, he can make him hurt.]

[He grunts in pain when Vulpes' fist connects with his face, and attempts to club him in return with the remains of his weapon. He can't even back up here with the wall behind him like this, so his best bet will be to get Vulpes to back off enough for him to make a run for it.]

[He has enough wits about him to avoid the counterattack, then grabs at Boone's wrist with his other hand to try and keep him at bay. His free hand takes another swing at the man's face, wanting to do as much visible damage to him as possible. Breaking his nose would be ideal.]

[He presses flat against the wall and turns his face away from the fist, again lashing out with the destroyed ripper. At the same time, he attempts to knee him in the gut- though it won't be very effective when there's barely any space to manoeuver in the first place, and Vulpes happens to be wearing armour there.]

Asshole-

[Go figure, he finally wakes up and gets his ass kicked within an hour. He really could have used some hand to hand training.]

[His grip on Boone's wrist helps keep the ripper at bay, and he barely feels Boone's knee with his armor in place.]

You shouldn't have done that.

[He shoves Boone harder up against the wall, slamming his wrist back against it in an attempt to make him drop the broken ripper.]

[He hisses when he's slammed back against the wall again, but his grip on the ripper remains firm.]

What, broke your toy? Too bad.

[No fixing it now. He can take some satisfaction from that even now- and he breathes out a quiet chuckle just to piss Vulpes off even more.]

[His frown deepens, and he tries slamming Boone's wrist against the wall once more.]

I will have you bleeding at my feet, dog.

[The chuckle does rile him up further, and he decides to use Boone's tactic against him, slamming a knee into his midsection.]

[His grip remains tight until Vulpes knees him in the stomach, and he grits his teeth as the ripper falls out of his hand and clatters to the floor. Rather than just stand and take whatever abuse Vulpes has in mind for him, however, he instead uses his free hand to aim a punch to his face.]

I don't think so.

[He feels a moment of triumph when the ripper falls out of Boone's hand. His eyes follow the weapon as it clatters to the ground, which distracts him just enough for Boone's punch to hit its mark. He lets out a hiss of pain, releasing Boone's wrist and grabbing at the collar of shirt instead. Vulpes' hands dig in tightly to the fabric as he throws Boone aside, wanting to get him on the floor.]

[Throwing Boone to the floor only results in him being right next to the weapon again. He grabs it once more and rolls onto his back, kicking out at Vulpes in an attempt to keep him at bay long enough to let him get to his feet. The handle of a ripper is still better than nothing, and it'll still hurt if he smashes it across Vulpes' face.]

[Vulpes sidesteps the kick, moving so that he isn't standing right where Boone can kick him easily. He attempts to instead stomp on the sniper's wrist while he's still down, wanting to make him drop the broken ripper again. He'd rather keep things hand to hand, in this case.]

[He manages to move his wrist out of the way before Vulpes stomps on it, and suddenly throws the ripper at Vulpes' face instead. It's not going to do him any good if he can't get back up again, after all.]

[Having to suddenly dodge the hunk of metal thrown his way distracts Vulpes quite a bit, and forces his attention of of Boone for a short while. He hadn't expected him to throw the damn thing, and it had come very close to doing some serious damage to his face.]

[It gives Boone enough time to scramble to his feet, and since he's not having too much luck with hitting him... he suddenly charges at Vulpes, intending to knock him over completely. Hopefully having Boone land on him and the floor hit him from behind will wind him. Or, at the very least, hurt a whole lot. Boone isn't exactly light.]

Edited 2013-10-08 00:31 (UTC)

[Avoiding the ripper is one thing. Avoiding a charging man on short notice is another. He hits the floor hard, gasping when his already bruised head impacts with the floor again as Boone's weight lands full on top of him. Not only is he winded, but he's dazed again too and doesn't do anything immediately to retaliate.]

[Well, it worked out about as well as he could have hoped for. He sits up, a little dazed himself from the impact, then gets to his feet and starts to head down the hallway. He's going for the ripper's handle again- a last resort if he needs to throw something else at Vulpes.]

[Oh no he doesn't- Vulpes isn't about to let Boone get off that easily. He may never have had such a bad headache as he does now, but Vulpes still manages to have enough wits about him to hook one of his feet around Boone's ankle as he walks away, tugging back in order to trip him up.]

[Goddamnit- he catches himself as he ends up on the floor again and turns around, scowling. Alright, fine. He's that determined to keep them on the floor? He can stay on the goddamn floor. He climbs over Vulpes and grabs his throat, pressing down just enough to be uncomfortable.]

[He was just about to sit up when Boone suddenly pushes him back down by climbing on top of him. Vulpes is certainly wary about the hand around his neck, though its grip isn't tight enough to choke him. He grabs Boone's throat in return, his own grip less forgiving.]

[It had only been a warning- he narrows his eyes and tightens his own grip considerably. He may not be as good a fighter as Vulpes, but he's definitely stronger. If Vulpes is determined to lose consciousness here, so be it. If he's lucky, he won't be found by a complete psychopath.]

[Dizzy as he already is from the multiple blows to the head, it doesn't take long before the lack of oxygen starts to really affect him. His own grip starts to slacken despite his best efforts, though he refuses to let go entirely. If he's going to die, he will die fighting.]

[He keeps his grip firm until Vulpes passes out completely, and even then it takes him a lot of willpower to pull his hand away. No point in killing him... is there? Not if he'll only come back... no, Vulpes would see it as more of an insult to be left alive. He can live with the knowledge that even now, Boone didn't see him as enough of a problem to get rid of him. If killing him won't work, he'll just have to focus on hurting him instead.]

[He gets to his feet slowly, stepping over Vulpes and heading over to the remains of the ripper. He picks it up and decides to take it with him. It's beyond repair even with all the pieces, but... he wants to be absolutely sure. Besides, until he gets his rifle back even this is better than nothing. It'll hurt more than just a fist to the face.]

[Vulpes wakes up not long after Boone leaves the area. He... was not expecting to wake up. The NCR dog left him alive? Why? What is he planning?

Well, Vulpes isn't about to stick around to find out. Searching for the sniper while his head is pounding this way seems imprudent at best, so he decides to head back to his room instead, gait a bit unsteady. He's extremely frustrated that he has to return empty handed, and unsuccessful at killing the man. Now, on top of that, he has to wonder why he was kept alive.]

[Micheletto is sitting in the main room with a book when Vulpes half-stumbles in. He glances up, takes in his appearance, and goes back to his book.]

Hm.

[That's just about all he has to say about it, really. Vulpes seems to get himself hurt quite a bit- he's starting to get used to it. He only wonders who it was this time- last time, it was a man from his world, but he'd been killed.]

You have made another enemy.

[It isn't a question. He already knows Vulpes is better at making enemies than friends.]

alright fine jeez he's alive again

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