Riddick AU
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yarnbox[The world was fucked. There was a reason why no one went there anymore. Something happened a couple hundred cycles ago that left a lot of the planet simply unlivable, yet the people that had no choice but to stay had managed to survive despite the harsh climate, all of the radiation, and all of the mutated wildlife.
Small settlements managed to thrive in places where grand cities once stood. Ruined buildings could be seen, each one hiding unknown creatures or people. Those that managed to survive on this harsh world weren't without their scars.
One particular survivor was having a hell of a time. She stood in the middle of a small gang of large angry men. She was alone, save for a canine looking creature that was letting out a low growl. The woman looked like a lot of the other survivors. Dirty and scarred. Unlike the men that surrounded her, she looked cocky and sure of herself and not pissed off. She was carrying multiple visible weapons. Firearms by the looks of them. She had a small gun strapped to her right leg and a shotgun and rifle on her back. Who knows what kinds of blades she might have on her. Scars trailed up her visible right arm, claw marks, thin knife marks, burns and even some projectile holes. It was amazing that she had any use of her right hand at all. A wicked set of claw marks circled her wrist.]
Look. Are you going to actually do something? Or can I go take a nap?
Small settlements managed to thrive in places where grand cities once stood. Ruined buildings could be seen, each one hiding unknown creatures or people. Those that managed to survive on this harsh world weren't without their scars.
One particular survivor was having a hell of a time. She stood in the middle of a small gang of large angry men. She was alone, save for a canine looking creature that was letting out a low growl. The woman looked like a lot of the other survivors. Dirty and scarred. Unlike the men that surrounded her, she looked cocky and sure of herself and not pissed off. She was carrying multiple visible weapons. Firearms by the looks of them. She had a small gun strapped to her right leg and a shotgun and rifle on her back. Who knows what kinds of blades she might have on her. Scars trailed up her visible right arm, claw marks, thin knife marks, burns and even some projectile holes. It was amazing that she had any use of her right hand at all. A wicked set of claw marks circled her wrist.]
Look. Are you going to actually do something? Or can I go take a nap?
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Date: 2024-02-03 01:42 am (UTC)[ It's said with a loud snap of the gum he's chewing. Gives Riddick time to turn things over in his mind. After all, it's not like he particularly expected her to be bothered by some dead bodies, let alone flinch much. She's alive. It'd be stupid to flinch now. ]
As for the most dangerous... I'd like to see what those-- what'd you call them? Deathclaws? [ A snort, straightening out the jacket he's got now and picking up his face to follow this split-personality chick close enough that if there were surprises, they'd have both their sixes covered fairly easily. ] Those sound like a fun challenge.
[ Does Riddick mean it? Absolutely. ]
Well, if your aim was to convince me before walking into enemy territory-- I'm convinced. For now. Besides, I think I'm getting invested into whatever tella novella you got going on here. How far is this place of yours?
[ He couldn't say for sure if that thing behind those eyes of hers was worth the curiosity just yet, but it's mutually beneficial at the moment. Her with her dog, and with with nothing to lose. Not the worst situation Riddick's ever been in. ]