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Writ was rather confused.

On one hand, Vale's killed at least one player he knew. No, killed him, took out his heart, and ate it. That wasn't just murder, it was mutilation. On the other hand, he offered up Writ and other newbies a safe haven. Was this something Vale did to atone for what he did? If that was the case, why the hell did he kill Seth in the first place? An accident maybe? Couldn't be. The whole cannibalism thing completely killed that theory.

Still, Writ wasn't thinking about it too much. He was still on Vale's good side, and he wasn't complaining. If Vale had some enthusiasm, there was another dimension of havoc they could wreck. Writ wasn't neccesarily a supporter of murder (His god was considered a creator, after all.) but considering the Blacksuits have already killed their share of people, it was about time they took some payback.

He slid his duffel bag of fireworks on a shelf and crashed on the couch for a while. It was a nice place. Ablit a little smelly. Vale hadn't gotten around in completely eliminating the cigarette smell, which annoyed Writ, the scent had reminded him of Ciro.

His ears pricked up when he heard a familiar voice.

"Come in!" Writ called out. He was too lazy to get up.

"Hey." Writ turned his head around to see Zyanya at the doorway.

Vale's been getting the word out. Writ mused. He waved Zy in, "Come in come in, I ain't doing much." Like that wasn't apparent already, sprawled out on the couch. Why didn't Vale just put the ugly one in here and move this one into his house. It was a lot more comfortable, and well, he was the one who set this whole place up, so he had dibs on the furniture. Oh well, probably better for the newbies to have this one though, leaving that wicker monster in it's place would make Vale seem like some sort of sadist.

Writ shifted upright and pat one of the dusty couch cushions, inviting Zy to take a seat, "Taste what now?"

Writ didn't blame her, his kind had the tendency to think of snakes as delicious treats. He couldn't say he hadn't had his share. They were like gummi worms, just meatier. And tastier.

Writ laughed, "I can't say I get that a lot." He leaned back on the couch, "You should tell your snake that she's not going to find much, Vale is the one who cleaned this place up after all." There was a sudden image flash of the cat boy on the front porch and a couple of dead mice. Complete with a proud look on his face and a "meow" in his mouth. Writ snickered.

"Guess you've seen the ol' cat around then, huh?"

Nuka was prowling around the alleyways. Writ told him to stay around and watch out for "Trouble" and so far, other than the mice scuttling around in the trash cans, there wasn't anything of interest for Nuka to go back to his brother for. His ears pricked up when he heard a slight rustle come out of the door. The coyote ran over and sniffed around through the trash. A mouse maybe? It seemed like a good place for them, but sadly, there weren't many to be found. From the scent of the place, a cat had been around earlier. He slammed a paw down on whatever was there. Nuka looked down. A snake! It had been a while since he had some real food...

"I could see Vale at a front porch with a dead frog or something, you know, like real cats." Writ laughed, "I swear, that guy's going to find his end with a catnip bag."

Writ had no idea.

He glanced at the necklace, there was a sense of competition rising in him- Which was quickly extinguished by Zyanya's explanation. Probably a good thing, if Vale was trying to woo Zy, it'd be the start of some sort of harem, and Writ had already thought of his friend as a rather amoral man.

He already murdered someone, seducing teenage girls would be the next logical step! It was a sarcastic thought, but one that he kept in mind.

"Yeah, he's got a thing for girls." Writ shrugged, "Though from what I hear, he's already got someone special."

Writ waved his hands at the thought of him staying here, "Nah, I just wanted to check the place out, have someplace to put my stuff."

Nuka whined as the snake bit him. His leg seized up as it started to numb. With a free paw, he slammed down on the snake again, and picked it up with his mouth. With a swift bite, he took hold of the reptilian rival and shook it around violently in his mouth, eventually dislodging the snake from his leg and leaving it dangling loose in his mouth. Nuka was about to finish the intruder off with one satisfying chomp when the venom caught up with his legs, leaving him on the ground with a snake still stuck in his jaws. He growled. It looked like this battle was a draw.

Writ felt something in the back of his mind too-- it was more of a sick groan than a scream, but it was definitely not a pleasant sound. He got off of the couch and ran after Nuka. Something must've happened. Writ pushed open the door and saw his brother on the ground with Zy's snake in his mouth.

Well, this was awkward.

Writ grimaced, the whole situation looked terrible.

"It's alright! It's alright!" He tried to reassure Zyanya, "I just had Nuka look around the place, he must've thought she was food!" He approched the coyote and told him, "Nuka, let go of her snake."

"No." Nuka replied, "I hunted it, so it's mine! Go get your own snake brother."

Writ frowned, nope, definitely not good.

"Come on, let go, and maybe we can get that poison out of you. You're on the ground for a reason, aren't you?"

Nuka whined, as much as he hated to admit it, it was true. It was soon made obvious when the contents of his stomach exploded out of his mouth and onto the pavement, carrying his prey with it. He looked up helplessly at Writ. Puppy eyes weren't as effective as they were when Nuka was a pup, but he still was able to get a little sympathy from his brother from time to time.


Writ wanted to kick this guy,"Fine, fine! I'll take you to the vet, but this'll teach you to mess with my friend's friends!" He picked up the dog by the scruff of his neck and started walking down the street. Thankfully for the two animals, the vet was just a couple of blocks away.

"Come on." Writ wiped the vomit off the snake and picked up Yectil with his free hand. He gingerly handed it to Zyanya, saying, "I think these two are due for the vet." He scooped Zy up, "They'll be fine, they just played a bit rough is all."

"I think you might be doing him a favor if you did that." Writ laughed. It was a joke on Nuka's expense, but brothers were always pulling off that sort of thing with one another. Also, he didn't think Zyanya was serious. Writ walked down the darkening streets. She did have a point about it being late. But there was one vet that was always open- assuming one had the right form of payment.

"I know a guy."

There was a detour before actually reaching Writ's acquaintance, one of those 24/7 convenience stores spread around Downers, offering services ranging from check-cashing to under-the-counter wares. You could find anything in this part of Downers, assuming that you knew where to look. Writ paced down the aisles of various snack foods and made it to the buzzing fridge doors in the back. He dropped Nuka for a moment to pick up a bottle of cheap liquor. The dog moaned.

"Yeah yeah, we'll get to him, just don't die." Writ mumbled to Nuka. He took the bottle in his mouth and pulled his brother along.

"No money." Writ shrugged, "Too late." He swiped a stolen credit card from his wallet and signed for it, "I don't think either of us has any experience treating these guys either."

Dammit Nuka, why'd you have to go do that! Writ thought to himself. He thought he might had have a chance with Zy too. With the circumstances now though... He was hoping that they'd still be friends after this fiasco. As for Zy's disapproval of the supposed "Vet" well, Writ knew where he was going, and he knew what he was doing. Besides, would an actual vet even look at a poisonous snake and a wild coyote? They weren't exactly housepets.

So they continued onward, until they reached one of Downer's many dank alleyways. A man was slumped down upon the crumbling walls. The right sleeve of his patchwork coat was flat, a dirty eye patch on his left eye. An old fedora was perched on his head, with a crumpled newspaper on top. A bird rested in the makeshift nest, one of it's wings wrapped around with dirty cloth. With the bushy beard on his face, the man looked like a pirate. Or Hagrid. Or both. He certainly snored like a giant.

"Hey Steve." Writ prodded the man with the bottle, "Hey!"

Steve snorted out of his slumber with a "Whassat?" He looked up to see a friend, his eyes lightened in realization, "Well, if it ain't the coyote of the city himself. What is it this time, another bullet wound?"

Writ felt his shoulder for a moment, then went on to say, "This isn't for me. I got a couple friends here that could use your expertise." He dragged Nuka up as soon as the coyote decided to vomit again. Writ motioned to Zyanya's snake.

"The two of them got in a bit of a fight, and I think me and my friend here would both like it if they didn't die." Writ explained.

Steve twisted open the new bottle of liquor and took a swig. He looked at Zyanya, "Coral snake. Hmn." He stared at the snake for a moment before saying, "Where'd a nice girl like you get such a dangerous snake like that?"