The Tv turned on and the lights and sounds were an icebreaker for the two gang members coming off the highs of intimacy. Still blushing deeply Viper made his way to Fang's side- timidly curling up in the others arms. "Really? What makes me so special then? Don't have to answer that you know.. if you don't want to.. " He felt warm inside,glowing with pride that Fang trusted him.

"Oh. I don't honestly know.", the gangster gently purred his honest commentary and wrapped his arms around Viper as he mulled on the question and tried to repeal some sort of answer for the man's curious nature. As he thought on that he softly rocked the other with a hum and looked into the glowing screen for concentration; "To be honest, there is little I can say as to why an Outlander appealed to me, but I think its the pain you have around your neck and some.. strange appeal you have about you. Like I could not help but trust you and want to be against you.", the gangster thought for a moment and then laughed hard at his own thoughts, "A VENOMOUS appeal."

"Mmm I guess its just fate then, that has me cuddled up here with you- I'm just that damn attractive." Cooing he took comfort in the warm arms holding him close and lft littel sweet kisses on Fang's neck- blushing as he saw little dark marks.

Fate? The other thought. The male with whom he'd shared his affection might well have meant what Fang thought, and in that case might have been more wrong than he ever could have been before. But in that peaceful time he could not bring himself to shatter the other's joy with talk of uncertainty and goals. Instead he simply watched the screen as the news funneled vast pictures of the outside world into the living room's hold. Supposedly a treaty was being signed to decline all nuclear activity in the major countries, and stocks in Europe were up. How quante.

Listening to the news Viper couldn't help but be disgusted by it. To little to late, for the people of this city the nightmares that treaty would prevent in other places was a reality. "Why is this junk even on tv? Isn't thre anything else we can watch. As if we care about European stocks."

Fang laughed silently to himself and purred, "All we get here. Most of the other shit's down from radiation messing up the reception. We got local run and two news stations along with an old movie channel". The gangster shifted slightly to hit the remote again as the television flashed past a few more stations and settled on CMN. An old old movie about some woman crying as she ran toward an airplane was cycling the screen with its black and white sense of retro fusion. Fang hated that sort of thing. There was always so much crying over things that didn;t even usually add up. As he looked up at the other, however, he did realize something else that was amiss. "So you're saying that you got a full spectrum on the other side? These damn government types said there was a deadzone for a hundred miles...", his totally duped mind retracted every word and then rebuttled without needing assurance, "Whatever. Around here thats all we got. That and real world shit like going down to the corner where the arms dealer out to be to wait, or hitting up a beer for imported brews."

"As a kid we got things like that.. but most of the time in the past few years I was too busy to watch Tv. Got lost in the greaer good of the gang."He replied, losing himself in the old movie on the screen. "I just hate it how they can broadcas that stuff knowing it can hurt us- you I guess I don't have the right to claim anything yet"Nibbling his lip he snuggled closer in to Fang's chest.

"Sure you do.", the other smiled as he shifted his head to lay his own chin on the other's narrow shoulder with a soft coo of utter peace, "Even cousin branches are family, man, and you are more so since Joseph ordered you brought into the hazard zone. Once you get used to the air and stop carrying the breathing packs won't be a damn thing different about you then anyone else in Berlin". Softly hugging the male he purred, "But the foreign media won';t understand that. Not until people like your friends and you and me are able to finally get ahold of the country's lawmaking and show the world what it really caused before that stupid peace treaty."

"Yeah they need to see the damage they caused before they go off with their holier than thou attitudes."He added, concentrating on Fang now. there was a power in the males wordsand his body, something he'd seen glimmers of in his friends. Fang was the real deal.

"But I suppose that futures a ways off now isn't it? And we have an arms dealer to see?"

"Yes. A prudent and perfect call on both accounts.", Fang smiled as he shifted beneath the other male and placed one kiss on his forehead to excuse himself so he could get redressed in the same thing he had before. As he retrieved the pants he cooed, "We're heading into a section of town that hasn't been redivisoned yet. If you want you can take one of my coats and some stoc weapons with you. Doubt we'll need them, but lawmen don't go that far so it won't matter what you tote once we get into the deeper parts of the city there."

"It doesn't hurt to be prepared though. " Viper cooed, slithering out of his own chair to rtrieve his fallen clothing. "I think I'll be fine sticking to my own stuff if you don't mind... I know its silly to be attached to my weapons but I really do better using my own stuff."

Fang raised a brow and nodded openly at the comment as he fetched his trusty ten millimeter sub-revolver, Dirt. As he wedged the sheen of the gun back into his pantline and redawned his shirt, the thug simply wanted Viper's lithe form with a very interested glare. He was already an asset to the gang ad was already becoming as asset to one of its dozen Enforcers who ran the streets. Soon enough Fang was regarbed and was stealing away his own soda so that he could unlatch the front entrance and offer it to the housemate who's life had changed so much for so little change in his careful and powerful persona having never changed a bit.

Dressing quickly Viper was by his friends side in a moment. " So.. we were going to see an arms merchant right?" He recalled from before.

"Yeah. I thought we'd get your sh*t made and back in a holster before we get set too far out.", the lithe male purred as he placed one arm around Viper's slender little waist and started into the streets beyond. A cul-de-sac built to be beautiful and pristine lay in wreckage on all ides, but still it was with a regard of loving respect that Fang silently led his housemate on and watched the crumbling tops of the houses and flash-welded swing sets. War was indeed Hell there in Berlin and as they crossed back into downtown it was more so apparent than ever; the patchwork sight of hastily fortified doors, the burning smell as someone yelled at another over gods knew what, and the sight of younger men than them, children, tramping those insecure streams with tiny little hands clenched tight around their small goods or even over weapons like pipes and knives. As the two men strolled deeper those sights eventually got worse.

Back into the warzone Viper clung to Fangs side and still managed to look fierce. He had to in this rough world. " I just hope we can find whoevers doing this for use quick then," He whispered softly to his superior.

"There is a traveler. French guy.", the thug spoke as he led the male around by his waist and cast glaring eyes all around them for any signs of threat. To his ultimate displeasure, however, every street corner was blanketed with only the meddlers of drugs or personal weapons. No one had entered as of late to trade and three others had just left. Turning that last corner, Fang sighed his hateful remark; "Ease got to be down at the park.", the thug purred as they swept around one battered corner, "But if we get there, you gotta keep your mouth shut to the locals. Summa them are a bit... not right, after all". And low and behold the perfect green grass of a huge park where several dozens of people were gathering at the far end. Nearer the center, a very heavily armed man sat atop a large wheeled crate and slept. And so Fang led Viper onward toward the park.

"I'll keep quiet, that I will." He told Fang, understanding his perilous position of being the noob. Fang was watching out for him and he was thankful for it. Following him along Viper kept quiet.

It was almost immediate that when they crested the high-arching fence of the garden that two figures dressed in red with hooded shirts began to run at the jabbering. Drawing the huge block of steel, however, Fang was able to shoo the two in their sewn on hoods to move to show a third who did the same. "Adamos..", the muttered as they all followed in a distant measure around the thugs with even more tattering ahead of them like a parade, "Adamos i here. He is watching. He is watching us. Adomos. All praise. Join us, join us, join us". Words all coming together as those figures hovered about and Roderick hesitantly kept them at bay until more voices could break them up into those who returned to the cluster and the few who remained at a distance when Fang ran across the edge of the playground and shouted for the resting male to wake. They knew better than to touch Outsiders after all.

"Hey! Get up and get your *ss over ear!! Come on!", the thug barked as he led Viper over to where the man remained with suitcase in hand atop his crate, "Go ahead. Tell 'em what you want in terms of armery and let's get the f**k out of here before we're told about His great word again. The mocking insult to the ones around them was lost as they all 'oooo'ed and clambered at the local admitting the Will of Adamos.

Viper found then a little frightening with their jabber but told the leader quite plainly what he needed. The sly spy needed more firepower of the gun variety, something easily hidden but packing a punch. He was lucky Fang had such good connections.

Stepping a bit nearer the man on his crate, the thug spoke roughly of Viper and his initial request. After being promptly shown two smaller handguns than his own, one almost the same size however, he turned back again and eyed the red hooded Germans with hatred. Speaking loud enough not to need to look directly at him, Fang growled; "Says to pick your sh*t. You got a double magazine burst-fire hand pistol, built in recoil wire eel get ya made for. Or the nubbed revolver. You cough up that and whatever you don't mind going without and I'll have this sh*t sorted out and modded by next day...". Eyeing the others around them he purred, "Ee might deal with these cultists but this guy is solid stuff. Any part and any modification".

" Just get me whatever you think is best. I know my gear but i don't know this area. I trust you" he flashed a smile and waited for Fang to finish things up.

Displeased at the answer, Fang shook his head and told the male of how he would be taking the larger automatic one instead, and discussed the payment of his usual wares being sold at that reasonable price. All would be done on his exitting the gates, and so until then Roderick was sent away with the guarantee of the gun's delivery that night. Turning back with an obviou discomfort he growled, "There. Now let's get the f**k out of this stupid f**king cult ground before I start pissing stupid". It was obvious how terribly unpleased he was, and all in an instant the cultists who'd stayed to watch them dispersed like frightened birds. "We got to take care of some stuff down at the bar anyway, and so I'll go and get us some drinks. ~and maybe a place to slip away to~"

Blushing Viper noted the heavier choice and stroked Fangs arm. " Alright, sounds like we'll be busy for a bit then. Lets blow this popcicle stand,"

Accepting that gesture, he led Viper back along that narrowly paved walkway and back out from without those walls. As they past under the archway of the gates he could not help but to shutter as he considered just how wrong this entire place was. Back on the outside people went to and fro as if the park were simply not there in a grander and more obvious way. Not far up a large store, once a hotel before it collapsed down to the bottom three floors, announced itself with a sign out from and several dozen people crowding in to get drinks. On there way up there Fang softly favored the other's gesture by stroking the back of that hand. But once they'd come to be lit by the lights shining out, and Fang saw the few dispersed members of his gang sitting and drinking with the others, he let the hand go in favor of simply handing his housemate a wad of colored bills and a small bag on the chance that the old currency was too worn. "Get us our drinks while I find a place to sit and drink then?"

" Sure." He accepted the money with a smile and sauntered to the bar. Luckily he didn't have to use the bag and was soon bringing drinks back for Fang and himself. He was still a bit sore from earlier and settled down besides the male, wincing when he sat.