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[bottlecapping]

BOTTLECAPPING. VERB. to greedily or unfairly charge (someone) many small amounts for minor services.

A FALLOUT roleplay blog for:

FO4: Vadim Bobrov & Yefim Bobrov. Strong.

FO3: Harold. Charon. Snowflake.

FONV+: Boone. Jason Bright. Lily.

Dog/God. and Rotface.

Original Character: Bakgola.

now testing: MR. NEW VEGAS (DJ of Radio New Vegas)

LINKS: character profiles.

EXPLORING: the horrors, post-post-apocalypse, war never changing, survival, society, military culture, cults and religion, indoctrination, morality and addiction.

RULES below the read more.

Hello! Names Lem. I am 30+ years old. Do NOT refer to me as a "mun"!

If we write the same character, that's cool with me.

Assume I don't know and seriously don't care to learn about any "fanon" (popular theories by fans), because I probably don't.

This blog is for a mature audience, adults only.

AI is plagiarism, I don't tolerate it.

Please don't use super complicated formatting so that I can easily read your writing. No huuuge spaces between every word and no colored text.

I have a low social battery, so don't take offense if I'm not very talkative OOC! However, feel free to use any of the messaging systems if you have a plot or dynamic idea you'd like to discuss, and I will eagerly do my best to build something with you.

Lastly... Let's have fun & thank you!

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/yeah I mighta got a lil somethin

[tsima-d]

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YOUR CHARACTER: IN 10 QUOTES!

tell us your favorite quotes from your character. give us an idea of who they are by the things they’ve said. then tag your friends.

CHARON EDITION

❝ And now, for good or ill, I serve you. ❞

❝ If conversation is your order to me, I will converse with you.❞

❝ Is there something that you wish me to change? ❞

❝ I must say, that I find happiness in a warm gun. ❞

❝ I belong to no one. If you are my new employer, then I will serve you. ❞

❝ You remain my employer until my contract changes hands. ❞

❝ Physical violence on your part invalidates our contract. ❞

❝ So long as he held my contract, I was honor bound to do as he commanded. ❞

❝ <grumbles, growls, grunts> ❞

❝ I am happy if you are happy. ❞

tagged by: @anthologicals hi brandy have a kickass night

tagging: you rn and @ me cuz I want to see more of these.

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Do I wanna know what my expression says?

Vadim answered by pulling in a fast breath chased by dramatic ouches and ows as he pressed both palms tight to one side of his ribs, then onto his back: a performance of the working man's woes.

"That is what it says to me, kotyonok," Vadim's words springing with chuckles. "That today was long and not so kind. At least, I think!" A glass comes up — heavy bottomed, dimpled sides for an easy grip — held in front of one of Vadim's eyes and swept over @boltchased like a makeshift monocle. "I have not seen your face in much time, after all. Not here at my bar. Possibly... I forget how to tell what it's saying in all that time."

The cup comes down between them, joined by a tall paper-wrapped bottle. "I have something for you, and this something needs no fixing and no tinkering."

[piperafterdark]

The Nice Guys

feel free to change pronouns / wording

"We're going to play a game. It's called: Shut Up Unless You're Me."

"What the fuck are you doing down there?"

"I think I'm invincible, it's the only thing that makes sense. I don't think I can die."

"So you're telling me you made a porno where the plot is the point?"

"Oh, you know, there's a guy coming to kill us, that kind of crap."

"Look on the bright side, nobody got hurt."

"I'm saying I think they died quickly, though. So I don't think they got hurt."

"Look, you come in here and you beat up on me, you trash the place. I understand, I get it, it's part of the job. I accept it, alright? But what did you do, you did something different from that didn't you? You pissed me off."

"There's twenty bucks in there, all right? Just take it."

"She's in danger, man. We have to do something about it."

"How stupid do you think I am? I got a license to carry, motherfucker."

"There's, like, whores here and stuff."

"Fine. I'm done. Put a fork in me... Don't really put a fork in me."

"Love. Grand isn't it? I was in love once."

"Thursday, as you may remember, is my birthday. Please give accordingly."

"I wish I wished for things, man."

"You're short. Seven dollars short."

"Oh. Blood. That's... that's a lot of blood."

"Alright. Give me your left arm-- yeah. Your left arm."

"Hey, it's not a public area up here."

"Can I ask you a question? And don't take it easy on me, just tell it to me straight. Am I a bad person?"

"Just drive."

"You don't talk, I'm going to have to start breaking your fingers. You understand?"

"You tried to tell me? Fuck you!"

"You know, when I get that gun off you it's gonna be your dinner."

"When you came here tonight, was this what you wanted to happen?"

"Don't get upset, I'm not here to hurt you."

"Well that's surprising, I would have thought your job ended with breaking my fucking arm."

"Fuck you, you broke my arm."

"My profession is complicated okay? It's nuanced."

"Fuck you. Come on, six-hundred dollars? That's highway robbery."

"You beat people up and charge money? That's really your job?"

"You know, the thing about keeping your mouth closed is it prevents you from speaking."

"Twenty bucks, or you can blow."

"Well one thing we know for sure: something funny's going on."

"If things get rough I'm injured, so... you're gonna have to handle it."

"Hey, hey, I don't think you should be watching this."

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just looking for my gun."

"Before we go solving the crime of the century let's deal with the fucking rotting corpse."

"Alright I've got a plan. We throw up, then get rid of the body."

"I've had two... three drinks tops."

"I swear to god, you get up I'll shoot you in the cock."

"Okay, well, that explains basically nothing."

"I need your help, but I want to know if I can trust you."

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, I gotta know."

"I ended up with a bullet in the bicep and five-hundred dollars of hospital bills."

"Just for a moment I felt useful."

"Would you just- would you hold on for a god damn second?"

"Why do you have to be such a god damn fuck up?"

"We should probably just stay here. Smart move."

"I'm falling asleep at the wheel here, man. I'm gonna need you to drive."

"Oh shit, did I dream that?"

"Why did you just throw cold coffee on me?"

"Don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop?"

"How'd you get down here? I told you to go to the roof. Did you fall?"

[hiscottibiscotti]

Shading practice, thinking about my OG (Original ghoul)

[xenterra]

He's so coquette

[hunt-the-hare]

                       Bold  of  anyone  to  assume  he  isn't  soaked  in  radiation.  He  bathes,  quite  regularly  in  fact  (  or  as  often  as  he  could  really  ),  for  the  same  reason  he  wishes  to  keep  his  hair.  His  captors  refused  him  bathing,  shaved  his  head,  gave  him  a  number.  This  is  why  Howard  is  extra  special  to  him.  Well,  all  of  that  and  it  helps  hide  the  serial  number  inked  into  the  back  of  his  neck.  So,  unfortunately,  with  that  comes  some  radiation.  Just  don't  bring  a  geiger  counter  aorund  him.

                       "  Ah...  y'see,  uh...  "  A  nervous  chuckle  leaves  lips,  finger  retracting  as  he  sets  cup  on  the  counter,  though  digits  do  not  unfurl  to  release  it.  "  Some  bad  men  decided  I'd  look  better  with  /no  hair/.  Doesn't  quite  suit  me.  "

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Over in the lobby, lively debate happens between a cluster of Dugout Inn regulars. Their conversation joins a handful of others throughout the bar.

"Which bad men?" Vadim gave over his attention — gaze adrift from hair to those glass-locked fingers and then back to make eye contact — voice full and direct as if they were speaking on secret matters in a private room.

Worn-blue denim sleeves come down on the counter edge. With chin immodestly tipped, the smiling bartender says, punctuated by a wink: "If I know them, maybe your friend Vadim finds way to make them give you big apology." And there's room left at the end — an invitation in the form of a silent moment to speak on it, if he so chose.

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/Vadim & Strong are grabbing the controls today, so I'll be poking around what I owe for them (:

might write up a proper post about Vadim and his acquiring of the Dugout Inn, but for now... Scarlett, the Inn's waitress, says "The Bobrov brothers picked this place up a few years ago...", with that in mind, 2284 is the year chosen that the Bobrovs take over ownership. Vadim establishes and deepens personal connections in his short time there, but he made his strongest ties elsewhere in the Commonwealth, before the bar. The Bobrovs are originally from another settlement and numerous times over had to relocate due to environmental dangers. In an effort to settle down once and for all, largely for the sake of their aging mother, the Bobrov family made the decision to move to Diamond City, and the rest is history.

[honeyginsen]

on call with my friends i ended up talking about boone for like 20miunutes straight i really like this guy

[tothechaos]

any tips for developing discipline? ive been going through life on a lackadaisical hedonist build but ive got a bunch of mysterious problems that i may or may not be at fault for

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"A-ha! Now all becomes clear. You are one woman guard. I can recall your face without mask. But only barely," Vadim swings his arms openly, wide, as at ease in Diamond City's shanty alleys as he was behind his bar. The exact opposite of deterred, his laugh bounces his voice, but even he has the wherewithal to lower the volume. "You are, ah... like sleuth when you move around."

If there's a chance Vadim could figure out the intent behind her poking around Ana's front door, this is his narrow opportunity to do it.

"That," he says, rapping a knuckle to the door she's blocking. "It belongs to Ana. I don't think anyone could have gotten in. Quickly? No, not without key." Ana has been missing. So, what does the City guard want inside her home?

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Product of Vault 80.

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NAME: Bakgola

QUICK GLANCE: The culmination of a series of experiments using a strain of FEV and marine life, these fish-humanoids reside in an underwater Vault — Vault 80. These unique mutated peoples emerge only for replenishing their supplies, typically under the cloak of night and storm. Bakgola is a seasoned runner and scout. In the wasteland, he can be spotted as a massive, sopping-wet leather coat with a drawn up hood.

NOTES & REMARKS: 8' 2 / 249 cm. Bioluminescent features, light can be controlled (i.e. bulb-tipped fin spines on forearms) and occasionally bioluminescent decorative/temporary markings.

BACKGROUND: The desire for Vaults echoed across war-scorched America. An underwater research facility, built while the world was supposedly gleaming with dreams beyond mere survival, was created with all the infrastructure needed to support life after nuclear annihilation. Bankrolled by Vault-Tec, the conversion into a proper Vault was simple.

Out in open water, far enough that a strong, foolhardy swimmer with a raft could reach: a yellow beacon of a painted 80 is emblazoned on a thick, metal door — half sunk, its rusted rim exposed to the sun. A glass elevator shaft descends into the depths, nonoperational now, down into an in-tact anterior lobby.

Few dare to traverse the irradiated rivers and the logged tube to the first air pocket and a dimly lit vestibule. There, a species of abandoned experiments have formed their own private culture.

SUPPLEMENTAL LINKS: bakgola.

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//all your faIIout OCs make me want to add one to the roster,

[schemelin]

Charon !!!!