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I’m sorry for just disappearing the way I did, but a lot’s happened and I’m mostly active on @shootmedxwn now
I love you all though and I hope you hold onto your characters and keep loving them like I still love Emily even while I don’t write her
I’m sorry for just disappearing the way I did, but a lot’s happened and I’m mostly active on @shootmedxwn now
I love you all though and I hope you hold onto your characters and keep loving them like I still love Emily even while I don’t write her
I’m sorry for just disappearing the way I did, but a lot’s happened and I’m mostly active on @shootmedxwn now
I love you all though and I hope you hold onto your characters and keep loving them like I still love Emily even while I don’t write her
HANCOCK surprised himself by following the drag of her hand with a gait that did not stumble – initially startled as he had been, legs moving so fast from relaxed to ON THE RUN. ( which he should have been used to, in hindsight. ) His back found the relative safety of the half - wall behind with they both crouched, breathing labored in its delivery from out of his mouth.
He reloaded the shotgun in his hands, in such a manner that it had to have conveyed every inch of his rage as it extended beyond him. He forced the shells in, inching closer to the edge – from afar, he couldn’t do much damage; the shotgun’s spread was relatively useless at a distance such as this, but not getting shot took precedence. He felt Emily’s hand tighten on his, so tight that he wasn’t sure if she knew her GRIP stung like it did around his irradiated bones.
Not so far out were the Raiders which had shot at them. Hancock saw one, then a second, and finally a third. The telltale signs of their makeshift armor stuck out on them like old wiring. He inched back into cover, and turned to Emily – at her admission. She was shaking worse than a Goodneighbor junkie.
“Too late t’be worryin’ about that now, sister,” He said. “Get yourself together – we got scum to take out. And later, we can get to takin’ care a’those SHAKES a’yours.”
She could tell from the way Hancock was carrying himself that he was pissed. Maybe just pissed off that someone had shot at him. Or pissed off that their peace had been disturbed, perhaps, just like her. That thought seemed a little self-indulgent.
Carefully, Emily peered along the side of the wall to see what Hancock was seeing. Three men, but there was no saying how many more there could be that she didn’t see. The spot they were in was a though one. They only had protection on one side, while the Raiders had room to spread out and possibly hit them from their flank.
“I know,” She slid back down behind the wall and checked her pistol, just to make sure it was loaded. “How do you want to go about this?” Ever the planner.
It’s sappy message time fight me if I’m gonna cry you’re gonna cry, too
Okay so, in all honesty, I never thought I’d get this far, and frankly, I’m overwhelmed that I even did. I ditch blogs a lot. I can never stick to one muse long and my last experience on an OC I was dedicated to was cut short due to certain events. So, naturally, I was apprehensive about going back into an OC blog. But Dominic has been so welcomed and received with such positivity, that it honestly overwhelms me considerably. Honestly, I don’t know what to say anymore, other than thank you all so, so, so much. I know virtually, it doesn’t mean a lot, but I really do mean it. I wouldn’t be here without the continuous support of you all, and frankly, I’m so… I honestly can’t handle this. I’d say more but I haven’t even written down people yet and I don’t want this to be some long thank you essay but!! This fandom has been very kind overall despite the roughness a few days ago, and I feel honored to roleplay with you all since you’re all so fantastic. And for those I haven’t with yet: I look forward to it.
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「 ❛ —— STRANGER. 」
“ YOU SEEM TO have misheard me. i said no. ” strident tone is only further emphasized by the unwavering superiority in her lax posture; arms braided across her chest and chin tilted upward, tanzanite hues narrowed so thin they are glints of ivory amidst pools of violaceous ebony as they peer down at this woman who wastes her time. ( needless to say the raider is not amused. ) a flick of the wrist sends ashes fluttering to the ground, absently lifts the half-forgotten cigarette to her lips as she continues, “ ain’t seen no boy out here as of late. not as of ever. ”
Emily just frowned, looking not insulted or surprised, but repulsed. She was a mother, no matter the circumstances, and she’d always thought good manners to be high on her list of priorities. Whether she was talking to her own son (although she never had, not really), her husband (would never again), or a stranger, there was no excuse for shitty behavior that came unwarranted. A long list of insults came to mind, but she wouldn’t sink.
❝ I don’t know what makes you so irritable, but I suggest you do something about it. It’ll make your life sour. ❞
She snorts at the other, puts her tongue in her cheek and shakes her head. “Don’t do that–” she growls lightly, staring down at the desk. “My past… how ever horrible, got me here, protecting my girls, protecting anyone worth it… talking to you. Don’t judge my past, what matters is what I’m doing now”.
Her jaw tenses, and she breathes out through her nose. “This is the world now” she adds, voice growing softer.
❝ It is, ❞ Emily agreed, softly nodding her head. It had hurt to come to terms with that, but she wasn’t the only one who suffered. Even the people long accustomed to what the world had become still ran into more struggles. ❝ You said you were a child bride, ❞ She didn’t think it was appreciated, to bring that up, but there was something nagging at her. ❝ Does that still happen? Is it something I should look into? Because if there are children out there that need a place to go, I should know about that. ❞
Dominic knew it ought to have no infected him or rendered him ill, but to maintain her peace of mind, he tied it ‘round his face and gave her a thumbs up. He’d always been the protective sort and more than approved of her altruism, but alas, he wished for her not to destroy herself, hence the hover parenting and the minding her. He’d heard that pre-war women hadn’t been allowed to fight, he’d heard that pre-war women were far more akin to lovely dolls than fighters. He wished not to reinforce that image, but even he had to acknowledge that he was to pick up where she fell short and teach her how to fend for herself in certain respects. Dominic was the sort that led by example, and he was all too pleased to teach Emily of the mechanics of the wastes.
❝ I understand. Y'could always station someone ta be in charge in one of the settlements and have them have a second in command. There could be a rendezvous point in the middle of the Commonwealth where settlements can meet if they gotta discuss business. It’ll take stress off a’ ya and mirror stuff I’ve read off a’ pre-war society. But ’m not here ta tell ya what ta do. You manage it how you feel is best. ❞
Admittedly, Emily wasn’t the most capable person traveling the wastelands. She had proven to underachieve on several fronts, still feeling bad for every life lost and sometimes visibly suffering under the heavy weight of this new reality. That didn’t mean that she didn’t do her best, or that she wouldn’t accept people like Dominic to help her where they could. They’d had a whole life to become accustomed to this world, but she had just been dropped into it, and her history with the army only got her so far.
Emily listened to Dominic while she crouched down by a pile of boxes, using the barrel of her pistol to open them, in case something hostile came flying out at them. Halfway through the third box, she stopped and turned to look at her companion.
❝ I hadn’t actually thought about that. It’s a good idea. But how would I know which people to put in charge? It’s easy for people with even the tiniest bit of power to become corrupt. ❞
“No… no, it’s fine” she lied smoothly. “Take a seat, I’ll put some coffee on” she demurs, turning away and walking towards the makeshift kitchen. She took some time, adding some powdered milk and some sugar for herself and brought Emily a cup of black coffee.
“Alright, what’s going on?”
Normally, Emily would have preferred her coffee with sugar, but, considering the mood she was in, she might as well have something bitter to wake her up. She nodded in gratitude, wrapped her hands around the coffee, and took a deep breath.
❝ I’ve been receiving threats lately. Nothing serious at first, but I’m hearing that there are mercenaries being asked to kill me for a pretty hefty price. It’s made me realize that sanctuary might not be the safest place for me, so I came here. Frankly, I’m feeling a little paranoid. ❞
“Then you don’t know much about my lovely establishment here, do yah?” she asks with a forced laugh, carefully rubbing the tears from her eyes.
“I don’t tell people this much, but if we’re gunna be partners–” there’s a moment of true thought put into actually voicing this.
Sigrid clears her throat and steels her heart. “I was a child bride. I won’t go into many more details than that, but the things is Dearie” and she takes a deep breath. “I make people disarm at the door, Slavers are shot on sight, I pay people for bringing me Raider armor. There’s enough men missing fingers from them being shopped or bitten off, so I don’t give a damn about being hospitable to people who know they shouldn’t fuckin’ be in my bar” she states firmly.
“If the Minutemen can actually do something for me, I’m more than happy to pay for their drinks… and maybe yours too” she adds quietly.
Emily’s shoulders fell, clearly shocked by the sudden reveal, but only nodded while she listened to Sigrid voice her thoughts. She had all right to rule her establishment just the way she wanted to, especially since half of the people who wanted to get inside were hardly fit to be around other people.
❝ We’ll do our best. If you want, I’ll can set up a supply line to some other settlements, too. That way you won’t run out of food or water without having a way out. Of course, that also means other settlements could come to you for the same thing. ❞ She fell silent, looking down to where Dogmeat lay by her feet. She was deliberately not looking into the woman’s eyes. ❝ I hope that what I can do will be enough. ❞
She had been about to grab a nearby man who look more at home in a fight club ring than in a teeny diner booth, but paused when a woman rushed towards her. Eyes growing slightly hopeful at the prospect of aid, Evie obeys the head motion and hurries out.
“He drank irradiated water. A lot of it.” God, her brother just didn’t listen sometimes! That idiot always thought he was invincible and that nothing would ever harm the ‘Great Jacob Frye’. Oh, how wrong he had been. Of course, her anger at him didn’t come close to the worry and panic that coursed through her entire body.
“He’s just across here,” She begins to lead the other towards the abandoned vehicle that was currently providing some form of cover for her unconscious twin.
Emily offered the other woman a firm frown. Usually, when someone came to her for help, it was because chems just weren’t going to cut it. Shrapnel, infected wounds, unexplained sicknesses, those were what they needed her for. Radiation sickness... that was just a matter of not having any RadAway to battle it with.
She stepped past her to kneel down by the object of her concern, dropping her bag to the ground beside her feet.
❝ There’s not much you can do against radiation sickness but give him RadAway. Which I’m assuming you don’t have. If you do have any, now would be the time to say so. ❞
HEY, ALL – the last time I did one of these was a few months ago, and I had 300 then. Suffice it to say, I’m astounded and humbled by how the community has taken to me ( massive wad that I am ) and I just wanna give a little shout - out to the people in this community that I’ve really started to talk to. People I’ve become buddies with; people I’ve started writing with; people whose writing I deeply admire, and people that’ve remained my buddy through thick and thin.
So, without further ado –
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A NURSE? HE LOOKS SURPRISED at that bout of information, racking his brain for a moment. The Minuteman’s eyebrows are furrowed, before he speaks: “A nurse? “ He thinks he’s heard that somewhere before — a nurse who doesn’t like taking a life, because she’s used to saving them. “I swear Preston said somethin’ about a nurse. I think he said they were one of those…. Vault people.” That’s not the correct term, and though a part of him wants to ask if there’s an possibility she’s said ‘vault person’, Al doesn’t know how to go about the question. Better to leave it, he thinks.
“Hungry, huh? I’ve got some stuff on me, if you want it. Had a pretty hearty dinner of Brahmin before I set out earlier, but I keep supplies on me for the road. It’s a long way between settlements sometimes.” Al makes to rummage through his satchel, “Pretty sure I’ve got some canned meat and a box ‘uv cake in here — you’re welcome t’either, voice your pick if you want ‘em. I’m not hungry. Water too, if you want it.” He doesn’t mind sharing his supplies, especially with someone who’s given him such a great helping hand back there.
❝ Yeah? ❞ For a moment they both looked confused, Emily because she hadn’t really bothered to tell a lot of people that she’d been a nurse, just that she could help them with their wounds. The people who she had told hadn’t said much about it. She wondered for a moment if maybe the term had faded away and people who healed were just all doctors now. Doctors... who also wouldn’t mind cutting into someone’s face. ❝ I was a nurse in the army, before the war. I’m that Vault person, Vault dweller—whichever term you prefer. ❞ She had been called much, much worse, which was why she’d lost the vault suit.
Her hunger seemed to get ten times worse when he offered to share his food. She didn’t have much on her but water, mostly out of habit to give to Dogmeat when he was with her. Emily put on a smile. ❝ I’ll take that meat, if you wouldn’t mind. ❞ The cake sounded much more appetizing, but meat contained far more nutrients. It was the rational choice. ❝ So, what’s your name? ❞
“So–” Sigrid smiled out calmly, offering the empty chair as she took one, setting the cig on the table. “Wha’ do yah know ‘bout the Institute? Is is something no one else does?” she asked roughly.
She bowed her head and laced her fingers together. “I’ve lost…” and she takes a sharp breath, voice cracking, “I started out this year with 32 girls” she breathed out. “I’ve lost fifteen in two months alone… that’s family I’m losing, and I am so fucking tired of losing, Dearie” she breathed back. “It’s nice and all that yah wanna help Vaultie, but I don’t think there’s anything you can do” she whispered, brushing a forming tear from her eyes.
Emily sat down, listening to the rough emotion so distinctive to someone in mourning. She could help, even if that would mean betraying someone she held dear. The institute was doing terrible things and she needed to see more of the damage they did to help clear her mind. Being there... it had a bad effect on her.
❝ There are a few things I can do. I’ve established a few settlements for the Minutemen. If you agree to work together, I can make sure you get the protection you need. The people who are taking your girls are very skilled, but they’re not invincible, ❞ If anything, they were the opposite. Although free in comparison, a courser or gen 3 synth wasn’t allowed a mind of its own, which made it much more vulnerable. ❝ However, it might be bad for... business. Having lookouts and turrets around your establishment isn’t all that inviting. ❞
“ THAT’S MORE THAN I want to imagine about a super mutant. Honestly. “ Laura offered a small smile in return, though it’s mostly her pre-war manners talking. With a quick glance around the room, she shrugged almost in defeat, and shook her head. “ I was, but like you said, there really isn’t anything here. I guess a few somebodies beat us to the punch. “
❝ Well, there were some things, ❞ Emily stooped down to the floor to slide her bag off her shoulder and pull the drawstrings apart. She stayed like that, on her hunches, and looked up at the woman. ❝ I sort of beat you here, but if there is something you really need, I might be able to give it to you. ❞
♚ — – - ❝ It’s only after we’ve lost EVERYTHING,
that we’re free to do ANYTHING. ❞ - – — ♚
THE question went unanswered – they weren’t under any cover; needed to find something quick, like a tree, or bushes, or an abandoned Red Rocket – before whomever decided they were prime targets had the wherewithal to shoot at them again. The shot had even startled him; him. Who had eased into a relaxed state for the first time in a LONG time, the song soothing nerves that had been fried for years.
“ – Go! Over there.” There was the half - wall of a building that’d been obliterated ages ago. It stuck from the ground at a neat, acute angle; like glass stuck in the foot of the earth. Hancock’s fingers tightened around the shotgun in his other hand, the adrenaline of being shot at finally getting at him. His body felt jittery, LIKE HE WERE VIBRATING FROM SOMEWHERE INSIDE.
“Gotta get some cover,” He hissed. “They ain’t gonna last LONG.”
The initial shock, then, was giving way to rage. One could feel it in the cool delivery of Hancock’s gravelly, soft TONE.
They were out in the open, on the ground; their heads a perfect target. Hancock, bringing the voice of reason, pointed out the cover, and Emily was off before he’d even finished his sentence. Still attached, she dragged him up with her, which, in hindsight, could have either served to make him stumble or go faster.
Pressing her back against the cool brick of the wall, Emily was made painfully aware of how a cold sweat was sticking her clothes to her back. She made to grab her pistol, when she realized that she was already holding it, having grabbed for it on autopilot somewhere in between the ground and the relative safety of the wall. She looked at Hancock, her fingers turning white around his hand.
❝ I think the Raiders we were heading for expanded their territory. Two different ground of Raiders this close to each other is unlikely. Shit, we should have been more careful. ❞ She wouldn’t go as far as to think that proposing a song had been a bad idea. It wasn’t their fault that the world was too far gone to spend half a second in peace. ❝ I’m shaking. ❞
