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“Deal.” Mozes pinky shot out and interlocked with Zer0s. She never expected them to actually agree and it! Sure it was more than a little strange to be pinky swearing with Zer0 of all people, but it was fun. So much fun she smiled ear to ear, betraying her excitement almost as much as her grip on their finger, iron tight. Moze was squeezing too hard.
The gunner released Zer0s finger and stepped back, leaning against the railing.
“Don’t worry, you’ve got a promise. I swear, on my grave. Shoot me dead if I tell and send my ass straight to hell.” She had a hand over her heart and one raised, making a gun gesture and pointing it at her head, ‘firing’ it at the end of her rhyme.
Moze was already planning, mind wrapped around the broken vault key they’d stolen back from the Calypsos. If only the thing wasn’t busted she might have a one-up on the assassin, but as it was they already had two kills under their belt, maybe more if they hung around for Liliths plans. Her thoughts were interrupted by gunshots when clamor broke out below them.
A bullet clipped Mozes helmet, dinging off the metal with a noise that reverberated through her skull. Maliwan troopers poured into the atrium and Moze ducked below cover, minigun grasped from the ledge. She and Zer0 had a deal and she was going to see it through, if her head wasn’t blown off by a Maliwan sniper first. Moze motioned to Zer0 with Iron Bears trigger in hand, shouting over the gunfire.
“Let’s try not to die before I win!” The gunner shot Zer0 one last wink and vaulted the ledge, jumping down into the chaos with her mech materializing mid-air. It was her favorite trick.
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“I might be able to top that number, given a year. We could make a game out of it ” Moze mimicked his gesture and winked back. “That is, only if you’re up to challenge.”
The gunner planted her boot on the ledge overlooking the atrium, hoisting the mini gun to rest on its edge before turning back to Zer0. She tapped a gloved finger on her chin. “How about….whoever’s killed the most Vault Monsters by year end, wins.”
“If you hold your number one spot, you get to keep your title of ‘#1 Vault Monster Murderer’. And if that’s not enough, I’ll fork over the priciest gun I’ve got. But if I win…” She trailed off, considering the wager. Her eyes fell past the atriums grandiose glass walls, down the marble floor littered with death, then back to them, face bright with mischief and misplaced confidence.
“When I win -and I will win- I wanna have something to lord over the others with. Something I can brag about, something juicy. I want a look under your mask.” She put her hands up, “No loot necessary, no extra perks, and no loose lips about whatever’s going on under there,” A gloved finger traced and ‘X’ shape on the exposed skin above her right breast, “Cross my heart.”
Should have figured their whole ‘thing’ about challenges had gotten out to this new crop of Vault Hunters already. Zer0 chuckles, stopping to turn toward her and shifting their weight so they can rest a hand on one hip, the other still lightly holding their sword. So she wanted to play a game huh? A dangerous game, certainly, that would require them to leave Rhys’ side and leap back into Vault Hunting again. They wouldn’t object to the opportunity, being involved in another war was not what they’d bargained for when they’d agreed to be his agent/bodyguard. And they missed the thrill of fighting something that big and powerful.
They let her lay out the bet, chuckling at the title and picturing getting it printed on a mug or something. It would be an amusing keepsake and would make all the others roll their eyes at them. The gun was just window dressing at this point, considering they got to test out a lot of the new tech Rhys was putting out. Zer0 was the perfect one to hand off a new gun to before it hit production after all, especially considering they could test them against Maliwan.
But of course it was her potential prize that got their attention. How many times had someone tried to bribe them for a look under their helmet? They’d lost count honestly. Even their friends had tried to, once or twice. There was a time many years ago that they’d just killed people for asking about it, though that was long since past. There’s silence for several moments while Zer0 stands, hip cocked and hand resting on it, head tilted, considering. They had two kills to her one and if they participated in killing whatever Vault Monsters were found it would count for them just as much as for her. All Zer0 had to do was keep up.
“Very well Ursa, you have yourself a challenge. You best keep your word.” A few strides brings them before her and they hold out their empty hand, fingers curled in but for their pinky, which they present out to her. Tina had used this one on them quite a few times, making them ‘pinky promise’ to things, and Zer0 had become rather fond of the gesture for bargains or promises among allies.
#((oh this is gonna be fun#we could work this game into other future rp's))#((personally i feel like this one closes neatly ))#((unless you wanted to add something - which is fine))#numericalassassin#ic#((<3))
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Zer0 kept their gaze moving across the complex, watching and listening for any more combatants from either Maliwan or Atlas. If any of Rhys’ people were still around it was kind of part of their job to try to keep them alive long enough to rejoin the rest. Lorelei would appreciate most of the troops being in one piece, seeing as it would make her job much easier. Hard to be a commander with no one to command. Zer0 sure as hell wasn’t going to do it.
“Oh he does pay well, but he is also a friend. Met a long while back. Cannot let him die, fought a Vault Monster with him. So I have fought two.” A playful ;) is projected as they glance over their shoulder at her, chuckling. Ooh how the others grumbled that they’d fought a Vault Monster without the rest of the group. But it meant Zer0 had bragging rights on everyone, since they’d been the only one of the group to face two of the things.
“I might be able to top that number, given a year. We could make a game out of it ” Moze mimicked his gesture and winked back. “That is, only if you’re up to challenge.”
The gunner planted her boot on the ledge overlooking the atrium, hoisting the mini gun to rest on its edge before turning back to Zer0. She tapped a gloved finger on her chin. “How about....whoever’s killed the most Vault Monsters by year end, wins.”
“If you hold your number one spot, you get to keep your title of ‘#1 Vault Monster Murderer’. And if that’s not enough, I’ll fork over the priciest gun I’ve got. But if I win...” She trailed off, considering the wager. Her eyes fell past the atriums grandiose glass walls, down the marble floor littered with death, then back to them, face bright with mischief and misplaced confidence.
“When I win -and I will win- I wanna have something to lord over the others with. Something I can brag about, something juicy. I want a look under your mask.” She put her hands up, “No loot necessary, no extra perks, and no loose lips about whatever’s going on under there,” A gloved finger traced and ‘X’ shape on the exposed skin above her right breast, “Cross my heart.”
#((she's over confident lol....))#((this got long so don't worry about length-matching- i just got wordy))#((feel free to decline - Moze is just being a little shit lmao))#ic#numericalassassin
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Delivering on that canon moze side cut
#((sent to me))#((oh wow ...oh WOW))#((moze @ zane *sobbing* i dont UNDERSTAND YOU))#((fl4k please control your child thanks))#((amara MMMMMMMMM yES))#((i smell a hint of mozara and i like that...))#moze#face#album#ooc
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its about time i make my entry to the Borderlands 3 fandom with daddy Father Troy
time to work on Tyreen’s part 8)
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“I’ve got something you’re gonna like.”
With the glasses clinking in her hand Moze made her way back to the couch, pushing the fridge door closed with her boot. She kicked them off and aside, bottle in hand, before sitting down herself. She set two stout glasses on the coffee table in front of them, ice cubes shifting within.
Moze watched for the other womans reaction, then turned back to appreciate the bottle she held in her hand. The label was written in another alphabet, letters worn with age. She wondered how long she’d had it, how long she’d stashed it away, waiting for justification to indulge in something so sweet. Something precious. She shook the thought away.
“They call it ‘medovukha’, and oh God, get a load of this-” She popped the bottle open, reading a bit of the label out loud for Amara, “Ahem ‘ Sweeter than summer, rich as golden honey', ooh la la.” She rolled her eyes, scoffing at the flowery words as she poured two glasses.“Let’s just hope it was worth the money.”
Russian Liquor (amaras-guns)
@amaras-guns said: Amara sighed happily, rolling her eyes as she lifted up her nearly empty drink with her free hand, sipping the last of its contents down.
Afterwards, she gently placed her bottle back down, returning her gaze to her fellow Vault Hunter. “Now that I’m done with my own - sure. Ready whenever you are.”
Mozes empty drink barely hit the bar table before she stood, hand still entwined with Amaras, leading her out the archway of Moxxis. Moxxi blew a kiss as they went, picking up the cash left on the counter and purring at the familiar scene.
Sanctuary 3 was quiet that night, silent aside from the bouncing bar music that they left behind, most deckhands and citizens home for the night. Moze led Amara to the doorway of her quarters, tapping her echo device against the lock mechanism. The doorway parted and Moze bowed comically to welcome the siren in before making a bee-line for her mini-fridge.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Moze said over her shoulder, face illuminated by the fridges light, “The couch is small, but it’s comfier than it looks.”
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“Ah. I see that.” Moze mumbled, stepping over a felled shock trooper. She watched the assassin twirl his blade, studying the ribbon of light it left in its wake. The blue hue followed and passed, lovely, brief, fluid in motion.
It was a contrast to the emoji that lit up his visor, a quirk that Moze wrote off as flair rather than necessity. She’d been around Zane long enough to know that every assassin had their quirks, emojis and haiku though? The kind of flair that only a vault-hunter could pull off.
“He must pay well then, no?” Moze teased, not sure why anyone would be fond of a corporate CEO if not for the size of their wallet. “Or maybe he appreciates your poetry? Hard to say when I’ve never met the guy.”
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Moze smiled and readjusted her hold on the minigun with both hands, looking back towards the battlefield they’d made in Atlas headquarters. The hum of bots was never far away but so many had been laid waste to already, their broken shells littering the ground, looking more like a scrap yard than an upscale corporate atrium.
The Meridian Metroplex was the real horror scene. It was behind them, along with every trooper corpse they’d felled. The senior vault hunter had been defending the spot solo before Moze arrived, and for someone with a name like Zer0 the assassins kill count was likely a higher number than the serial on her echo. Badass, that was a fact.
“So,” Moze started, walking a pace behind Zer0 as they went further into the Maliwan entrenched Atlas complex, “Commander Lilith mentioned you were more of a free-lancer. Solo type. How did you come to work for a giant like Atlas?”
Zer0 was feeling the burn of hard worked muscles and adrenaline surging, having to shake their hands and arms out a little after the workout they’d had so far. It was nothing on the grand scale of things really, just a drop in the ocean of Maliwan’s forces over all, but it sent a very, very clear message: you fuck with Atlas and Zer0 was going to personally tear you apart. Maybe eventually Katagawa would get the fucking message.
They hummed a lilting note people took for a question, shaken out of their thoughts and post battle cool down by her question. Ah, right, why were they working for Atlas. They shrugged, idly twirling their sword as they stepped over pieces of robot.
“Not quite solo now, not since joining the Raiders. I keep in contact.” Okay, so they kept in contact with Maya rather then Lilith. Which wasn’t really keeping in contact with the Raiders. But hey, they were busy down here with a war! “Rhys asked, I said yes. Someone has to save his life, cannot save himself.” Their tone is flat and robotic, but they shake their head and flash an amused XP on their visor for a moment. “Fond of the moron.”
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“Not a good day unless you get a little messy.” Moze retracted her hand as her teammates passed, studying her chipped fingernails and the crusted gore beneath. She rubbed them on her jacket, having little effect.
“Coincidentally, I’m goin’ for a drink right now. Well, my friends and I, but they’ve got the lead it seems.” Moze motioned ahead of them to where Amara and Zane were turning the corner to Moxxis, disappearing beyond the bend. She turned back to Talia. “I sure wouldn’t mind the extra company.”
“Name’s Moze,” The gunner winked innocently, putting a hand on her hip and taking a step further down the hall, but lingering to hear her answer, “You feel like headin’ my way?”
* @hired-gun-talia liked for a starter *
“Have we met before?”
Moze stopped in the hallway of Sanctuary 3 when a woman caught her eye, standing there. The heart shaped pendant around her neck was familiar, but Moze couldn’t place where she had seen it before. Maybe she hadn’t, but the thought nagged at her anyway.
Moze outstretched her hand and then drew it back, wiping off the residual bandit guts on her pants before offering it again.
“I’ve seen you around, but I don’t think we’ve met.”
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Echo Log 008
“The first night on Sanctuary 3 I got lost. Ended up wandering around for an hour before finding my room again. This is kind of like that, I guess.”
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thinkin about,, girls,,
#((nanitesorshomeshite messaged this to me))#((woo))#mozara#moze#amara#art#album#((i've been on board w/this since the premier tbh))
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BORDERLANDS 3 - MOZE THE GUNNER
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turns out Moze does NOT have a slav accent, but I drew these in preparation of E3 and I don’t want them go to waste
She’s still ex-Vladoff so it kinda makes sense
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Manhandling symbol starters:
★ - drag my muse by the arm
“Hey, wait-” Moze sputtered, dragged behind Jade through the dim halls of Sanctuary 3.
“At least tell me where we’re going!”
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“Do I even wanna guess where those might be?” Moze wiggled her eyebrows, tossing her dirty rag into a nearby bucket. She stepped closer, eyeballing Zanes chips. Her hands were slicked with oil and she rubbed it on her pant leg. With the same hand she pointed to the dwindling chip bag.
“You gonna share those, or’re you just gonna keep talking with your mouth full?”
“What, this?” Moze tapped the black Vladof star on her hip, turning back towards Zane.
“Rite of passage. Can’t be a gunner without ink, not if you ever want any cred with the Corps.”
Culture in the Vladof army was brutal in every way, but their fascination with tattooing bordered on the masochistic. It was no secret that half of their fodder came from Vladof owned prisons. The designs were the same, the meanings shifted, but only an inch and only in name. Every woman in the Ursa Corps had been a prisoner, or a fool.
Moze shook the thought away, focusing. “I’ve got more, you know. Elsewhere Buy me a drink sometime and I might show you.”
“What about you,” The gunner leaned back on Iron Bears polished shell, wiping the sweat from her brow. “-got anything worth showing?”
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Echo Log 007
“The Calypso twins may be heinously obnoxious, but I’d be lying if I said they weren’t hot. Even hotter, if only they’d shut the hell up.”
“Can you blame me? I’ve got a thing for tattoos.”
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“Make it a minigun. Or anything automatic, really.” Gear was as good as gold, as valid a currency as anything on Pandora. That would do. Moze listened carefully as Timothy spoke, taking in the details leaning forward on the table, one gloved hand still poised over the open contract.
“Vladof. If you couldn’t tell.” Moze hooked a finger into the open collar of her jacket, pulling the leather aside to reveal the tattoo above her left breast. The Vladof logo, punctuated by the standard red hammer and sickle and the words ‘Ursa Corps’ in small letters below it. Her serial number was tattooed above, running along her collar bone, half covered by clothing.
“I was deployed on Dionysus, during the Dahl Occupation a few years back. Standard infantry, back then. They’ve had me planet hopping ever since.” Moze readjusted her clothes, covering up the brand. She tilted her head at Timothy curiously, gauging his interest, “What kind of details are you looking for?”
Timothy was romaing Pandora trying to figure things out. He had to find
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