silver tongue.

Indie roleplay for Fiona of Tales from the Borderlands.

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Just going to start brushing some dust off here. Nbd, nbd. <3

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apocalypseraised‌.

          ❝ –       when doesn’t sanctuary need help? ❞   even with hyperion now out of the sky, there was the after damage they left before and during their reign.   there was plenty of clean up and repair that would set them for life in rewards… but never quite enough.   for one, they would still be on pandora.   fiona always did know what to say, whether the good feeling lasted or only momentarily… she appreciated it, since when had fiona ever left her in the dirt?

          ❝ –     it’ll be weird, going back after so long. ❞     sanctuary had became a second home to her during their separation, a place where her grief was boxed and her scars were badges of respect, as well as her aim with a gun was taken in.   

      “ You’re not wrong, but this is the ‘imminent doom and gloom courtesy of the latest Vault horror’ kinda help. So, yeah, a Tuesday. ”

       Unlike before, Clem won’t have to set a foot outside those walls to pitch in -- not if she doesn’t want to. After this, everything put behind them and a spectacle the whole damn universe can’t ignore, maybe then some quiet planet will call their names, catch their eyes, and it’ll feel a lot more like home and a little less like unfinished business.

       Fiona gets it now, she thinks, what Athena saw in all the uncertainty. When the smoke clears and she can look around and say she did that and know it was true -- something earned, bled for, fought for -- it’s a space that running and lying for her life never completely filled.

      As much as she understands that now, none of it means anything without them. The family she made, the family who made her.

      “ That’s our life, by the way. Born weird, stayed weird. Might as well see where it goes, you know? One last rodeo. ”

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@broughtinthemark || from here.

      “ Don’t be hasty or anything. You still technically could, if you wanted. Extra leverage never hurt, right? ”

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mechropunk‌.

       new vault hunters, new faces, new guns —— everything was changing as they’d found a viable ‘vault map’ mapping out not only pandora, but the galaxy as well. it meant that there’d be a lot of people at sanctuary, and truth be told amid the chaos of unfamiliar faces there’s a distinct familiarity to gaige. unfamiliar was her normal at this point, and as she spots a fellow vault hunter she smirks a bit.  ❛  careful,  people  around  here  won’t  let  you  forget  what  you  do.  ❜   //   @conraised: sc.

      “ Did you, uh-- know we’ve basically got our own fanclub? Because that’s a thing. ” When Fiona thinks about it, she’s almost positive she didn’t do at least half the stuff a passer-by clapped her on the back and said she did, but it’s honestly a better reception than she expects, especially when she thinks about all the disaster that spins out when anyone breathes in a one-hundred mile radius of a Vault. “ Pretty sure some guy back there asked me to sign his eye. Just... his whole eye. Casually. ”

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                                          Maybe this is just the beginning.

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percurrere‌.

   Fiona would pretty quickly get a response from the bandit queen. It might be more difficult nowadays to get back to the grifter for casual calls, but this sounded important. Audrey shooed off the two other rats hanging around and yelling to one another. Mostly so she could hear more of what Fiona had to say. 

  [Noted. You need any help over there? We’re  spread thin right now, but I can scrounge up something to send your way.] This is one of the few contacts that had her real identitiy, and for good reason.

[Did you get a good look at them? This doesn’t sound like a regular bandit raid.] 

      Fiona is quiet long enough to watch the exchange; it all clicks into place. This is why Audrey can be a hard person to find. Fiona once says she understands everyone is looking to trade up -- and it’s nice to see the people who deserve it catching a break for a change, even if that break isn’t exactly free and clear of trouble.

     “ Wouldn’t want to draw your people away from protecting your swanky digs, but hey, the offer’s nice. ” It’s weird in a way, having connections, people who want to do more than cash in on a wanted poster. Friends, Fiona realizes. Hard to get used to some days, shaking off those old feelings that tell her to scurry around unnoticed, unknown. But this? Yeah, it’s nice, too. “ Bandits, mostly. There was some kinda weird Vault symbol on a few of ‘em. Just slapped on their clothes in paint or-- well, let’s just go with paint. ”

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apocalypseraised‌.

              ❝ –     old habits die hard.  ❞    jeez, what cereal box did she read that off the back of ??   as if fiona was going to take that as an answer, even though there was some truth in it–  there was still tidbits of her previous ‘career’ in her.   the sneak, the disappearing under the radar– the thievery… well– it’s not exactly thievery when they owed you.    she didn’t fix things because she was nice. 

    her face was what said it, been keen to put the whole vault hunting thing behind her after the traveler– she didn’t wish to feel that sort of pain ever again, it was like a burning hole that never closed up, it pierces through you and stays there.   she thought it would kill her.    the promise of loot and adventure wasn’t the real reason she stayed, no– she knew it wasn’t, and fiona knew it too.

               ❝ –      i don’t know–  maybe i’m just not cut out?  ❞

       it was humiliating, it was selfish of her.   she felt tiny.   she felt like a damn kid.    the truth was, she didn’t want fiona to leave.

      “ Hey, it’s okay if you’re not. No one should have to be in the first place. ”

      They’re all old enough to know the hand they were dealt. Maybe even knew it when they were kids, in their own way, driven by empty bellies and clever schemes. Fiona never felt like they had a choice then, but now? Now, she can feel the possibilities settle a different kind of weight in her bones. Damn if it doesn’t feel nice for change.

      She knows Clem too well. Knows she’s never going to be content with silence and distance, sitting idly by. Fiona doesn’t want that, either. As luck would have it, Fiona excels at a little thing called compromise. Well, sometimes.

      “ Besides, I hear Sanctuary’s looking for help. I was thinking that might be a good place to start. And if you end up liking it, who knows? ”

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synthmama‌.

“I needed answers. Considering they were after you, well, it made more sense to prep where I knew they’d come.” She knows how that sounds. She almost expects the shift in Fiona’s expression, something that shifts from perplexed curiosity to something far less benign. A hand is held up, index finger pointing towards the ceiling, as if pausing whatever Fiona might next say. “And for the record, no, I wasn’t using you as bait. Not really.” 

      The thing about having no expectations is nothing stays all that surprising. This, at least, Fiona can maybe fill in on her own -- that Quinn probably did gain something from it, and Fiona’s situation was just the opportunity she needed. The sharp upswing of suspicion is no more than Fiona feels is due; in the end, she did make it out of there alive. “ Yeah, there’s just one problem. Not really is basically code for doing the thing you said you didn’t do. ”

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@cyberipped || starter.

      Fiona is driving when she smells it: smoke. No plumes on the horizon, but it filters past, inside. She takes the caravan as far as it will go, past opportunistic skags and narrow ravines. The first flat, shaded patch of land she finds has to suffice. One quick look under the hood tells her what she suspects -- something mechanical overheated. “ At best, we need to douse it in... I dunno, water. At worst, we’re going parts-shopping. And by parts-shopping, I mean scavenging. Hope you brought your walking shoes. ”

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@percurrere || starter.

      These days, Fiona hears Audrey’s busy. That also happens to be the extent of what she last knows. She takes it that’s a good thing -- or as close to a good thing as anyone gets. Still, a looming cloud of trouble seems as perfect a time as any to shake off the dust and change that. “ We got hit last night by some kinda... raid, I guess. Not sure what to make of ‘em or what they were looking for, but in case they try to swing your way, a heads-up where it’s due. ”

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@depthstarved || starter.

      The figure is small enough that Fiona’s eyes can almost slide right over them. The yellow? That sticks. Too many things she associates with it, all memories as old as she is. Turns out they’re not some Hyperion remnant; they’re a kid. “ You know, I almost didn’t see you, but I’m guessing that’s point. ”

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@gortyshere || starter.

      “ Just the robot I was looking for. ” Not that Gortys doesn’t stand out in her own right. It has less to do with the top-secret-project laced into her code and more to do with her personality, bright when not much else is. At a time like this, Fiona has to appreciate that. “ I got an idea -- let’s call it a surprise. You in? ”

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        YOU CAME TO PANDORA. NOW YOU GET TO LIVE LIKE WE DO.

        Independent roleplay for Fiona the Con Artist.         Mutuals only. Personals do not reblog.

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Seeing everyone come alive again. I think that’s my favorite part of the hype.

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@synthmama || starter.

      “ Let me ask you something. ” Fiona’s is the kind of set expression, all searching eyes and drawn brows, that says she’s probably going to ask anyway. It isn’t that Quinn’s input doesn’t matter. It’s that it does just that much. “ That day with the bounty hunters. It would’ve been easier to just tip ‘em off. So, why didn’t you? ”

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@willbeshot || starter.

      Big risk, big reward. Throw in a liberal amount of flying by the seat of her pants, and that sums up Fiona’s methodology and wild streak of luck. She doesn’t mind a good gamble when she can estimate the odds. What sucks is none of that really applies here. Still a nice hat, though.

      “ You like shiny stuff. I hunt shiny stuff. Let’s make a deal. ”