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@8thcourier
--smol ooc note-- just to drop a quick psa - i work for the nhs in the uk, and with the current situation it means that my job has been absolutely chaotic as of late - meaning i’ve been left frazzled and with brain fry at the end of the day and writing replies has been off the cards! just want to apologies for any delays in replies, and to let you know that jericho isn’t gone... his mun is just a little hectic at the moment. thank you for your patience ♥♥♥
mojave musings --
LUCKY NUMBER EIGHT - COMPANION PERK / AFFINITY BONUS
forget seven. seven is old news. seven was a big fat whiskey soaked, bullet riddled lie. Jericho will give a S.P.E.C.I.A.L LUCK BONUS OF +1 to any companion. if he’s lurking in the background while you roll the dice or spin the slots at the casino, and you’ll find your caps stash has an uncanny tendency to go up, rather than down ( just make sure not to attract too much attention with your sudden - lucky streak ). he’ll also nudge up your survival by a ( temporary ) 5 points ( all that time spent with doc mitchell taught him a thing or two about campfire cooking for a handy potent potion or lotion ). that, and the fact he’s a smartass, gets you an additional bonus to barter.
FNV + FO3: +1 to luck and a +5 bonus to barter & survival FO4: +1 to luck + 20% better prices
MOSS COMPANIONS - ED-E & REX
other than his own companion affinity bonus, it’s not unusual to see jericho with one of two non-human companions. most commonly, the duraframe eyebot ED-E can be spotted hovering in the background. he encountered and repaired the bot at the mojave express and the two have been pretty much inseparable since.
on rarer occasions the part cyberhound Rex will be with him on his travels - jericho did a few favours for the king just outside the strip in new vegas - as well as making sure rex’s more mechanical parts are well maintained.
PIPBOY 3000A
mojave musings -- jericho has acquired and repaired a pipboy model 3000A. the main body of the unit was bought from old lady gibson at the scrap yard just outside of novac. it took six months to seek out all the parts, and a helping hack from the duraframe eyebot ED-E ( mojave express ) to get the thing up and running. it started out as more of a side project for the courier than much else... but the mapping and integrated health health monitor is handy - as well as the rad meter. it’s hard to tell which vault it originated from - or who it’s previous owner had been. he doesn’t always wear the device on outings - especially if he knows an area well as losing an arm to a raider because of a shiny prize isn’t really on his list of ‘things to do’.
*: ･ﾟ✧ red dead redemption 2 ( part 6.)
feel free to change pronouns etc as needed!
“ you alright back there?”
“ does everything look alright?”
“ well, what’s going on?”
“ you need help?”
“ i reckon we can handle it.”
“ you still strong enough to hold up a wagon?”
“ see, you ain’t so useless after all.”
“ what you think?”
“ come on, let’s not push our luck.”
“ what happened?”
“ unpleasant? how do you rob and kill people pleasantly?”
“ hey, don’t blame it on me.”
“ just cause it sounds fancy, don’t mean he knows a damn thing about what he’s talking about.”
“ all life i’ve been on the run.”
“ he was a very sad man and the drink had a mean hold on him.”
“ wait… i don’t understand.”
“ what’s the problem between you two?”
“ it’s a long story.”
“ you know this area?”
“ it’s a good place to lie low?”
“ things go wrong sometimes. people die. it’s the way it is. always has been.”
“ we’ve all been in this line of work a long time, and we’re still here, so… i figure we must’ve got it right a hell of a lot more than we got it wrong.”
“ what are you working on there, anyway?”
“ here, you can have all this. i’m at the point where i can do it with my eyes closed.”
“ we have survived.”
“ we have all made mistakes over the years, __. every last one of us.”
“ i kept us together. kept us alive. kept the nooses off our neck.”
“ i guess i’m just worried.”
“ i want folks safe before i go.”
“ i know, my brother, but we are safe.”
“ would you just look around you.”
“ i prefer robbing banks to usury. seems more dignified somehow.”
“ i know that things have been tough… but we are safe now.”
“ get to work, but stay out of trouble.”
“ it is time for everyone to earn their keep.”
“ we need food. real food.”
“ oh, don’t remind me.”
“ well, we can always make more money.”
“ i’ve seen shit with more common sense than you.”
“ i’m gonna read a book.”
“ we’re free to plan our own futures once more.”
“ you kept the faith, __… you always kept it.”
“ my name ain’t no concern of yours.”
“ i’m hungry.”
“ i don’t give a damn.”
“ you seem like a nice feller, behind it all.”
“ then you ain’t a good judge of character.”
“ careful not to work yourself to death there.”
“ yeah, does it pay well?”
“ so, while the rest of us are busy, stealing, killing, lying, fighting to try to survive, you get to think all day.”
“ it’s a strange world we live in.”
“ do you wanna head into town, see if we can find anything out?”
“ why what you got planned?”
“ i’m bored outta my mind. been cooped up here for two weeks now.”
“ what’s happened to you, __?”
“ you’re worried about house chores? let’s go!”
“ fair enough, you got me.”
“ i can’t believe we’re going to see civilization. feels like weeks since we did.”
“ oh, i got lumbago. it’s very serious!”
“ oh, you couldn’t help me get my horse back from over there, could you?”
“ you’re turning into a regular old fairy godmother there.”
“ what’s that supposed to mean?”
“ it means you’ve got a heart. a small one perhaps, hidden deep inside, but a real one.”
“ lizards have hearts!”
“ well, __, i’m proud of you.”
“ to be honest, if you hadn’t been here, i probably woulda robbed him.”
“ smell that sheep. or is that you?”
“ heaven forbid you put your head on the line.”
“ just remember, keep a low profile.”
“ so that’s how you see yourself, is it? a maniac?”
“ you are a sad man, __. but i know you love me.”
“ you’re my favorite parasite. no… ringworm’s my favorite parasite. you’re my second favorite parasite.”
joannahunts:
Things Overheard While Working At An Escape Room Starters || Accepting
@8thcourier said “Oh, leather. They knew I was coming.”
“Or. They knew I was coming,” Jo said with a cheeky grin, tugging the leather jacket off the mannequin in the shop window. It was dusty, and a little sun-worn from having sat unused for so long, but it looked in good shape. She set her shotgun down on a shelf nearby, tugging it on quickly. “Whatdya think?”
jericho rolls his eyes. only a slight shake of his head, turning to poke through the rest of the mess of the abandoned store. most of the stuff was ruined - water, dust, rats and roaches... but it didn’t look as though the small store had seen much in the way of raiders or looters.
“i think it would’ve been too small for me anyway.”
having his head turned meant that he could at least keep the smirk hidden. of course - he could have thrown out a compliment. because honestly? it did look good on her. but he’s not about to give that easily.
there is a small commotion as he disappears behind a half fallen wall, then re-emerges - with something eyewateringly vivid -- a ‘hawaiian’ style shirt with pink flamingos adorning it in almost neon hues. it’s slipped quickly over his shoulders - hanging loose over a grubby undershirt.
“now this -- really is somethin’. not sure if it’s classed as fashion or target practice?”
solesurviivor:
@8thcourier sc
“ You’re safe here in Sanctuary– so long as you contribute, you can enjoy the spoils. Tell me where your strong suits lie and we’ll figure something out. ”
okay so - they haven’t tried to eat him yet ( yes, that had happened before... ) and the place had a not too shabby air of organisation about it - as opposed to the inherent chaos that raged in the not too far distance. and mr chiseled jaw here was making him an offer... one found in very few places across the commonwealth... -- s a f e t y.
okay... strong suit. being a smartass. probably not super useful. but - he’s a courier, damnit... that’s gotta be worth something?
so there’s a scratch of his head as he considers --
“crops an’ me ain’t great friends. guardin’ stuff just gives me itchy feet. i can turn my hand at a repair or two if you have stuff needs fixin’. t’be honest with you, mate. i’m not really one for stayin’ put overlong.”
“but - you need somethin’ moved from ‘A’ to ‘B’ safely - i’m fuckin’ great at that. courier... originally mojave express. there’s a few of us around. better than a caravan or a big ass brahmin for avoidin’ raiders....”
PICREW COMPARISON / ( mun vs muse )
tagged by: @pcplarstreet ♥ ( thank you! )
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[ fallout 76 – wastelanders ]
@chokethelight - ft. Aaron asked, “you have no idea what i’m capable of.”
“uuuhuh....”
ominous? check. slightly creepy? check. all the hallmarks of jerichos latest ‘weird encounter’ in the making? check.
“generally i have no idea what i am capable of, mate.”
that’s pretty much true. most of the time, the things that happened to jericho were way stranger than fiction - and the majority of the time he managed to survive by chance or fate or sheer dumb -- l u c k.
“...for all i know you’re a kung fu master, or a professional speed knitter.”
a wisecrack. a joke. something to lighten the suddenly - heavy, cloying atmosphere. because, ( lets be honest ) he kinda doesn’t want to find out...
@noseblxxd [ continued from x ]
“Beg your pardon?”
“Well that sounds like we have a problem on our hands…”
“well, if whoever did this is still lurkin’ then... y-eah...”
there’s a squint. and it’s grim, but jericho takes to his haunches to take a closer look ( while trying not to inhale through his nose because the mojave sun wasn’t kind to anything exposed for too long ).
“don’t look like he’s been here longer’n a day... roaches or ants would have picked the bones by now.”
there’s a ‘clink’ and jericho is holding out a palm full of caps. recovered from a jacket pocket on the corpse.
“don’t look like he was robbed either... i reckon someone killed this poor fucker for fun.”
@maevc [ continued from x ]
Always those cryptic newcomers. The Madam reached a point where she didn’t want to listen to them anymore. Sure, they were the ones who made her business - & what kind of business after all - paid her debts. But all she had to endure for that, it wasn’t paid enough. What a relief to have some others to do the job for herself most of the time now.
“ Is this your way to convince me to offer you one of my girls, because I can not tell if you are being sarcastic before being dramatic… but you do sound a little pathetic, darling. ”
one brow arches, jerichos nose wrinkling for a moment as he considers the comment.
“guess, idle thoughts should remain just that, huh?”
it was more of a verbal musing than much else, but apparently she had taken it as an ‘ask’. probably because she had to stay on her toes... had to learn to read the good and the bad as far as intentions go...
“no, ma’am. not lookin’ for nothin’ like that.”
he finally gives a nod. tipping the glass between his fingers in a gesture before raising it to his lips for a taste of the deep amber liquid nestled an inch deep at the bottom.
“just thinkin’ that a blaze of glory would be that bit more -- fantastic -- than say... slipping in the bath. or a drunken trip. or a even a bad burrito.”
“i suppose everyone hopes to be somethin’ more than mundane in life. so why not in death too? maybe pathetic... or maybe an aspiration. not to ‘die’. but just... be a better version of yourself... y’know?”
pcplarstreet:
“ i’d like to think i’m very chipper today, pretty boy! sun’s shinin’, air tastes a little less acidic, and i’m ready for new beginnings– “ –in timing with her words, she reloads her favorite shotgun to prepare for the day– “ and you never know where things are gonna end. “
her tone is merry, almost lighthearted to a sociopathic degree. she means everything very tongue and cheek; it’s a good contrast to her companion who she believed took things a little too seriously. really? calling her by her number? it’s a job title, sure, but not her identity. being a courier is one thing, but being arielle is a whole different story–she’s slightly worse.
“ i like to think holding onto the past is a character trait, ” arielle throws the gun sling over her shoulder and looks her companion down. she smiles. “ and yes. havin’ something to do livens things up. keeps the wasteland weird, all that. ” more like keeps her on the move. “ though, are you really concern about me starting something or the 100+ groups wanting me dead? “
“mmhm.”
she’s right about all of the above... sun, air and... not knowing where things are going to end. and that’s generally jericho’s problem.... the fact that just about every other thing is attempting to kill him for reasons mostly unknown. but that was pretty much the norm... it wasn’t really an unusual day unless something didn’t attempt to murder you in cold, hot or luke warm blood...
...however... other than his youthful awakening in goodsprings, there’s not that much of a ‘past’ for jericho to have a grudge against. and everything in the intervening years was just ‘shit that happened’.
“concern?”
brows hike and he thinks about it for a moment. not really concern. but there aren’t a lot of couriers left... one through five certainly weren’t so lucky. who the hell knew what happened to seven... and with all of the freakish cults and bizarro factions roaming the wastes... he supposes it’s not so tragic to have a little camaraderie without selling your soul to madness. so he just shrugs. it’s honest - he doesn’t know.
“just never really got the whole maim and murder gig, sure, if your life is on the line, then yeah - pull the trigger... just... never really had a reason to go lookin’ for people to kill. maybe you’re just better at pissin’ people off than me.”
the last quip is returned with a smirk of his own.
“so is there someone who takes the honour of ‘first blood’ on that clean slate?”
but -- he’s not about to second guess her choices. they’re her choices, not his. it’s her history, not his. they’re her bullets, not his.
Two to the skull, yet one gets up.
someone: i wanna send you a meme but i dont know if–
me: *crawls across the table and squishes your cheeks* Do it. Send it to me. Send me twenty.
twitter meme starters [ accepting ] @pcplarstreet ft. Arielle asked: ‘ i’m wiping the slate clean, so i have somewhere to spill all the blood of everyone who has ever wronged me. ’
“way to start the day off on a positive note, six.”
the words are wry - and, he refers to her by her courier denomination... somehow it makes it easier and - while they have no specific allegiance, couriers tend to be of a certain ‘type’. we’re not talking your average ‘old world blues’ postal worker here... couriers tend to be base survivalists at worst, terrifyingly capable at best.
“ain’t the point of a clean slate supposed to be some kinda -- fresh start? getting rid of old grudges? shaking off the past? that sorta thing? or are you intending on having a lot of people ‘wrong you’ before lunch... y’know - just so you have somethin’ to do?”
