Pyretta Blaze (Roadrat)

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"You ready?", the large man huffs.
Ever since Jamison and Mako were thrown out of Junker-Town, they had one goal, and one goal only. To survive. If they were to help others while doing so, then so be it, but it was never their intention. That being said, their "home", if it could even be referred to as such, was a run-down old shack full of others like the two. Others that were subjected to unjust punishment by the tyrant that ruled over Junker-Town. Some were amputees, some suffered other major injuries, and some were psychologically damaged to such an extent that they lost most of their cognitive functions. Jamison and Mako were in no position to judge nor abandon any of them, and instead chose to sympathize and allow them to take shelter in their home. At least, until they ultimately pass away, succumbing to one of the aforementioned injuries. An unfortunate future yes, however there was not much the two could do about said predicament. Their power was greatly limited, especially with the given situation and surroundings.

Nevertheless, Jamison was not one to give up so easily.
"Ready!", a loud, striding voice is heard throughout the room. Jamison marches towards Mako, a large duffle bag accompanying him, wrapped around one of his slender arms.
"What's in the bag?", Mako questions, the large green bag was almost as big as Jamison, and considering the way he was struggling to keep his arm upright, it seemed pretty heavy as well.
"I guess we'll see won't we?", Jamison lets out one of his signature high-pitched cackles, unserious as ever.
Mako rolls his eyes, he really couldn't care less about what was in the bag, as long as it didn't have anything in there that could get the both of them killed. He understood that they could not afford to make any careless mistakes. Because this time, everything was at stake.

It's hard to believe that these two have lasted as out in the outskirts of town as long as they have, however this was certainly not achievable by any virtuous means.
Out there, you'll find absolutely nothing, and no one. Given you ever did see a figure present inside the outskirts, it'd be a miracle to see one that wasn't lifeless, gutted, and being picked at by the buzzards. This is the cruel fate that awaited those who were thrown out of town.
Mako and Jamison, having this knowledge in mind, quickly decided that out here, it's kill or be killed.

Oftentimes, there would be surveyors sent by the ruler of Junker-Town in order to make sure that those who were presumed dead, were, in fact, dead. Mako and Jamison thought of every other possible scenario of survival that didn't involve cold-blooded murder, yet ultimately failed to find one. And so, the two did what they knew best, and killed the surveyors, knowing they would be loaded with helpful items that could at least ensure their survival. Water, food, medical supplies; they were surely in a position to be avaricious and take everything. However, the pattern became monotonous and dreary, and Jamison and Mako simply could not continue the constant struggle of gathering essentials any longer. Hence why, they finally thought of a way to break the loop.
"Okay so, you remember the plan right?" Mako asks, figuring it wouldn't hurt to go over it once more for those, "denser", individuals in the room.
Jamison rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated groan, "Yes Roadie, I went over everything three times, in here!" He points a finger towards his temple. To be frank, he was being serious; though, he only tends to abandon the fun and games when his is on the line.
Due to the immense difficulty of sneaking into the impenetrable, unscalable walls of Junker-Town, any idea of the sort was thrown out the window. However, just recently, an opportunity arose in the form of a secret, man-made passageway. Usually, this would be impossible, however, Mako had some connections ready at his disposal.
"We leave in five, quickly and stealthy, got it?" Mako asserts, putting on the last of his gear. The man was geared up in various, scavenged pieces of armor that him and Jamison would find on the surveyors once they had perished. In addition, Jamison was strapped with explosives, small and large, plastered around pieces of his own armor, and ready to be used at a moments notice.
"Yeah yeah! Let's go already!" Jamison exaggerates, tugging on the large man's arm, seemingly as if he was a kid desperately begging for a piece of candy. And so, Mako often treated him as such.
"Be serious about this Jamie, one wrong move and we're done for, we can't afford to make any mistakes.", Mako takes a quick glance at the vast, empty area that stands right behind the door; he thinks about the various dangers that all take the form of a tyrannical civilization. He then turns his attention back to Jamison and offers him a reassuring hand on the shoulder, "But, we'll be fine, as long as we have each other's backs out there."
Jamison composes himself and promptly returns a smile to the man in front of him.
"Thanks Roadie, you're right. Let's go show these blokes that we can't be put down!"
He raises a triumphant arm into the air, cocky as ever. Mako surely didn't mind though. He took in the eccentric, uninhibited character that Mako knew was simply just a facade. One that hid a man that was capable of doing two feats that seemed mere impossible to Mako, allowing him to feel, and allowing him to express.