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@daggersandsparks
roleplay blog for mairwen, an independent multiverse oc ;;
main verses: dragon age [inquisition companion] & fallout [courier six] verses in: far cry, urban fantasy, modern, faerun/bg3, borderlands, marvel, and more. semi-selective ;; OC, crossover & AU friendly
google doc ;; quick verse rundown ;; rules
(Me: okay, I got inspo for rp stuff!
Work: team lead quits, i get scheduled about 70 hrs between both jobs for the next 3 weeks, my gecko dies
Me: fml)
i need your help like i need a third boob. - Fiona
❝Well, that's a... Fun idea. I'm sure there's some that would enjoy that, though.❞ Mairwen mused out loud, trying to inject some humour into the moment. She'd been trying to get Fiona to stop being so combative with her since she'd found out about her own marriage to Vulpes. She knew the other woman got jealous pretty easily when it came to him, even knowing Mairwen essentially had considered the marriage over for a long time.
“I don’t know–” West snorted and shrugged, shaking his head. That bashful kid emerging for a moment. He let go of his beer bottle and placed both hands on the side of his mouth, opening them like mouths, then one from out from the front of his mouth, “Sides, and then, like, a mouth in the mouth? Gross stuff. I just said a number and a body part. Maybe a little less gross than those gooey tentacle blobs that were partly men at some point.” West shook his head again. He couldn’t remember the name. But they were gross and they were sad in a way West didn’t like to think on for too long.
He did remember reading, or being told, somehow he knew, they had been experiments, those creatures. Humans were responsible for a hell of a lot of evil in the world.
West up from the table a little suddenly heading back to the bar, not wanting to think about those creatures again. Or the fact that he was suddenly thinking about aliens destroying Earth and how it was probably deserved if they did. Or more accurately thinking of the strangely lit dull white rounded rooms that he knew to be alien. He’d been taken. That was a memory not his imagination–
“You have that look… Did you come to see me, mi amor?” Santiago spoke low, and concerned, waving James over as West clearly did want something.
West swallowed hard, shaking his head and flashing Santiago an apologetic smile, “No. Not tonight. I’m here with a friend. But–” West didn’t want to get into whatever his and Mairwen relationship was. Even he wasn’t so sure. He barely knew her. She knew enough about him. Or so she claimed. But he trusted her. He was determined to trust her and not doubt himself into paranoia. “Thanks. Maybe next time.”
“Another beer?” James asked, raising an eyebrow, already annoyed West wasn’t hiring anyone tonight from the look of it. But as long as he and his pal kept drinking.
“Yeah. And a bottle of whiskey?” West nodded, pulling caps from his pocket to pay and a few NCR dollars. James delivered the goods and West went back to their table, sliding the beer to Mairwen. He liked the Atomic Wrangler. Santiago was fun and didn’t demand much, the Garretts didn’t get into anyone else’s business and the rooms were cleaner than most places.
“I’ve done bad shit in the past. Probably hurt good people. I regret it. If I remembered all of it, I know I’d regret it. So…” West popped the cork of the whiskey bottle, taking a swig. “If you regret that shit, too, Enclave and not telling me whatever. I say… Water under the bridge. I like you. And I think you’re telling the truth. I can’t… really verify much. You knowing about my dad is kind of all I really have so… Either you’re playing me and I can’t think of any real good reason to do that. Or you’re telling the truth. I want to believe you’re being straight with me.”
Mairwen shuddered at the mention of the centaurs. Those mutants had given her nightmares the first time she'd seen one. Those were truly horrific. ❝Ugh, don't remind me of them. They look disgusting.❞
And they reminded her of what the experiments in her own vault could have been, had they been instructed to go with genetics instead of cybernetics. Their sister vault had, and they had come up with some terrible things of their own.
She watched West as he walked over to the bar to get more drinks, noting the way James looked first at the other man, then the glance at her. She raised her glass a little bit in a salute, smirking at the man. Mairwen took the bottle of whiskey from West after he took a swig, pouring herself some as he began to speak again.
She hummed, nodding a little. ❝At this point, I don't have much reason to play games with you.❞ She told him honestly, shrugging. ❝I'm at the advantage here, it seems. Managed to get a little bit of sway, after all.❞
Mairwen shuddered at the mention of the centaurs. Those mutants had given her nightmares the first time she'd seen one. Those were truly horrific. ❝Ugh, don't remind me of them. They look disgusting.❞
And they reminded her of what the experiments in her own vault could have been, had they been instructed to go with genetics instead of cybernetics. Their sister vault had, and they had come up with some terrible things of their own.
She watched West as he walked over to the bar to get more drinks, noting the way James looked first at the other man, then the glance at her. She raised her glass a little bit in a salute, smirking at the man. Mairwen took the bottle of whiskey from West after he took a swig, pouring herself some as he began to speak again.
She hummed, nodding a little. ❝At this point, I don't have much reason to play games with you.❞ She told him honestly, shrugging. ❝I'm at the advantage here, it seems. Managed to get a little bit of sway, after all.❞
This was where Mairwen had to pause. She hadn't really expected him to be so interested in "an agreement" so easily. She also hadn't expected him to miss the implication. Or perhaps he simply wanted her to say it out loud.
❝Well, I'm sure there's something you need...❞ She said, stepping forward, just barely brushing her fingers along his arm.
He'd been intrigued as to what exactly someone like her had to offer. Or perhaps whatever her Master had bid her to barter if need be. How foolish of him. Feeling her fingertips barely trace over the curve of a defined forearm, her lack of material prize had become apparent.
Though... that's not to say the slight zing he felt along his flesh from her touch wasn't tempting.
Cicero was a bit surprised. Though he was no stranger to charming the already owned women of the camp, he hardly was approached himself.
"So you have nothing to give," He grins widely, not moving from her hand, "I'm becoming increasingly suspicious that this request doesn't come from your Master at all. But from you. Considering how eager you are to avoid involving him in all this."
Cicero's own fingers twirl a segment of her fiery hair.
"Tell me the truth of it, woman. What's so important that you'd offer me comfort despite the fact that I'm well aware of your disdain for me?"
After all, she wears it on her sleeve.
Mairwen noticed the way he seemed his interest seemed to dim when she implied sex. And how he said she had 'nothing' to give him. She nearly felt insulted. But mostly it was just a surprise. That was what most men in the Legion wanted from her, after all. It certainly made her appraise him a bit differently.
She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes at him as he twirled a bit of her hair between his fingers, trying to decide how much to tell him. Both about what she needed his help for and about her 'disdain'.
❝The disdain isn't for you in particular, don't fret.❞ Mairwen shrugged at the admission. She made a face before continuing. ❝It's for the way I'm treated in the Legion. My perceived 'uses', as it were. I have other skills, after all.❞
❝Which is exactly why I don't want to get him involved.❞ She intentionally didn't call him her 'Master' or 'Husband' or anything of the sort. Not even bothering to use his name. ❝He suggested I sleep with the item's owner and kill him that way.❞
Her words were... Mostly true. A bit of an exaggeration in part, but not by much. She didn't mind that the man who "owned" her [and most men in the Legion] underestimated her and only viewed her as a sexual object. She did hate that her 'master' always suggested that as a way for her to solve his issues, however.
❝I don't really have many possessions, but I could use what magic I have to your liking for other needs you might have. Even as simple as reading the bones.❞
{ between the fallout show and being back in rp, i'm so hyped for next year's goodsprings event and debating trying to be an artist/vendor. though that might be more of a 27/28 thing cuz it'd require a lot of work [and money] and i don't really have much of an established following for my art to work with right now, even though the idea of the playing cards i did for the last one was pretty popular. but idk if it'd be popular enough to get a booth or anything. especially since i've literally never done anything of the sort and barely do anything regarding selling my art right now. i mean, commissions and occasional sales on redbubble, but not much. i am trying to expand that this year in general, but we'll see how that goes. }
Mairwen chewed on her lip, still glowering at the man. She just wanted to get this assignment over with. Putting on her best smile, she stepped a little closer.
❝I would really appreciate it if we just skipped all that and you helped me.❞ While she had been the one to bring up going to her master directly to have him come and insist, she didn't want to deal with him. Any time away from him was better than near him. Add to that that she would likely get in trouble for not "being able to get him to agree". ❝I'm sure we can come to an agreement?❞
He didn't have to look at her to feel her eyes boring straight through his partially firelit features. Must've taken her quite some time to track him through camp already to such a tucked away corner, and now he was trying to turn her away. It seemed she would not be so easily dissuaded. Reiterating just how eager she is to enlist his... expertise.
The picking of his knife comes to a halt, and grey eyes finally look to her from his lazy position leaned against the log behind him on the ground. They're sharp, calculating, roaming.
"An agreement," He grins, those sharpened teeth of his glisten in the firelight as he sits up just a little straighter.
"Do not think me so unreasonable as to turn down offers of an agreement. Tell me what you have in mind."
This was where Mairwen had to pause. She hadn't really expected him to be so interested in "an agreement" so easily. She also hadn't expected him to miss the implication. Or perhaps he simply wanted her to say it out loud.
❝Well, I'm sure there's something you need...❞ She said, stepping forward, just barely brushing her fingers along his arm.
{ i cannot wait for the newest episode tomorrow. I'm incorporating a lot into her headcanons... (spoilers below)
“ with your mouth on mine, there's less bullshit coming out of it. “ [to vulpes. lil bit of snark. lol]
Vulpes looked down at Mair with a bit of a enthusiastic face. "Mmm is there anything you can say without being a little brat." He does chuckle a bit.
He places his hand on the side of her cheek, his thumb gently rubbing the side of her face as he leans down and gently kisses her.
Mairwen snorted at his teasing, shaking her head a little before his hands cradled her cheeks. She raised an eyebrow at him. She was a little surprised by the gentle kiss he gave her. And a little frustrated by it. She'd just mocked him and he was being damnedably affectionate with her. She huffed when he pulled back and reached up, looping her arms around his shoulders, one hand going into his hair to pull him forward and kissing him roughly.
❝ The world’s a little blurry, or maybe it’s my eyes ❞ Mairwen frowns as she stares into the glass of… Was it whiskey this time? She couldn’t remember. She sighed, knocking the rest of it back and throwing the now empty glass behind her, leaving it to crash against the floor of the Cocktail Longue. ❝ The friends I’ve had to bury… They keep me up at night ❞
@thx-lost-yxars // random lyrics
{ The shatter of glass went unnoticed. Scratch was laid out, sprawled out across the couch. On his chest sat his share of spirits. He marveled about the ice; it was rare luxury for him. It was melting away in the cool, golden brown grog. Everything is fleeting, he thought. }
{ He didn’t think twice about Mairwen’s invitation. High up, above the dirt, the Lucky 38 was almost paradise. Air conditioning and silk sheets, luxuries only barons and presidents enjoyed, now enjoyed by Mairwen. She earned it, every bit. }
{ Yet despite this skyscraper palace, she seemed down. Despite the scotch, or whiskey, Scratch could see and feel the sadness. He could relate with her words. Sitting aside his crystal glass, Scratch sat upright, near Mairwen. He expressed empathy, despite his scars. }
“Holding on to it hurts. It doesn’t help you much.”
❝You know...❞ Mairwen started to speak, then stopped, standing up and swaying a little bit as she walked over to him and the small hoard of liquor bottles he had next to him. She hummed, head tilted to one side as she stared first at him, then the bottles, then back at him.
Sighing, she plopped herself down next to the couch, resting her head on it next to him. ❝If I don't hold on, who will? Wasteland forgets too easily.❞
“ kiss me and you'll find out. “ [for fiona]
Fiona looks up at Mairwen and tilts her head to the side.
"Why does it feel like your always tryna kiss me?" She giggles a bit. "Are you not getting enough attention too?" She sighs and stands on her toes to reach Mair better giving her a sweet kiss.
❝More like I'd rather kiss you than him.❞ Mairwen teased, laughing a little and smiling at the innocent kiss the other woman gave her. And it was true, despite Fiona's attachment to Vulpes, Mairwen didn't quite feel the same. At least since he'd found her again and insisted they were still married. ❝He's been busy though, hasn't he?❞
Shipping with new friends/RP partners:Better let this develop slowly and explore all the possibilities before calling them a couple
Shipping with old friends/RP partners:Well they looked at eachother so I guess they are married now
Wesley could tell she wasn’t completely comfortable talking about it. He didn’t blame her. Finding out Vault Tec had been… toying with the people they swore to protect was horrifying. And Wes had found some pretty terrible examples of those experiments. He still had nightmares about the Garys.
He thought of asking her what her 'enhancement’ was. But he wasn’t sure she’d want to share. He didn’t want to press or make her uncomfortable or… god forbid scare her away. He liked Mairwen. Really liked her. She’d been one of the few people he was okay with being guarded. Because for some reason he still trusted her, still believed she cared about him and didn’t want anything in return. It was strange, in this new world, to take someone at face value again.
“…Do you think all of the Vaults had an experiment going on? I don’t know if we did. Ours seemed so normal… Maybe… Letting one guy in twenty years ago was it? Maybe…” Wes looked at the pork and beans bubbling in the pot and gave them a stir, shaking his head. “Maybe that’s why they all… fucking hated me when Dad left. Why they killed Jonas for helping him… I don’t know.” Wesley shrugged, then after a moment looked to his friend.
“You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want, about what happened to you… in there. When you were a kid or later. But if you do… I’ll listen.”
Mairwen paused, looking at Wes for a long moment, debating whether to tell him or not. She shrugged and held up her hand, pressing her fingers together so they were all touching. She then flicked her hand, spreading her fingers out wide. As she did so, electricity sparked and arced between her fingers like they would on a taser.
She held it open like that for a moment, tilting her hand this way and that so he could get a better view before she quickly closed her fingers to a point and dropped her hand, smirking a little bit as she shook out her arm.
❝Electroshock weaponry, basically.❞ She explained, holding up her hand again, this time without the electricity. ❝From what I understand, most of the vaults had experiments. Except a few control ones. The Canadian vaults were honest about it. Maybe because we'd been annexed anyway. They knew going in that there were going to be experiments.❞
Mairwen frowned sympathetically at his retelling of when he'd left his vault. She sighed. ❝Maybe, leaving the vaults seem to always cause strife for everyone from what I've seen.❞
{ i'm replying to like, 4 year old threads as well as new stuff. so... don't be surprised lol i missed rp a lot this year, happy to be back, despite my chaotic and depressed life }
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"Where's the Poison?"
@fiona-inculta: Fiona looks up from the chair as she was filing her nails, fixing the sharp points on them. "well that depends on what kind do you want or need? I got some under the bed." She points with the nail file. "Or over there in the little chest.... I do think Vulpes desk has some of the strongest shit we have." She grins. "Who ya killin?"
❝It's one of those White Glove guys.❞ Mairwen explained, trying to decide which poison would be best for what she needed. Heading to the chest, she checked there first, rifling through various poisons found there.
❝Keeps looking at me like Brahmain Steak. Can't tell if he wants to fuck me or eat me. Either way, I don't fucking like it.❞ She picked one of the bottles, holding it up to the light to check it, looking over at Fiona. ❝This the slow acting one, yea?❞
She smiles as she watches Mair dig for the poison. "The white gloves, i definitely don't trust any of them..maybe he wants to do both?" Fiona said with a bit of a grin.
"yeah that looks like the slow acting one. You gonna need any back up when you go back?" She doubted Mair needed backup but she could use a bit of time out of the fort.
Mairwen snorts at Fiona's suggestion, looking over at the other woman over her shoulder. ❝Gods, that wouldn't even be a stretch for one of them, would it? Majorie's okay, but I don't trust any of them much.❞
Not that Mairwen really trusted anyone much, so it was a matter of trusting them as much as she trusted, say, the Chairmen. Predictable. Easy enough to manipulate and use. She hummed for a moment, pocketing the poison. She didn't really need the help, but it wouldn't hurt, either. She grinned, turning fully towards the other woman. ❝Yea, might be fun. We can cause a little chaos afterwards, too.❞
