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Robert Joseph MacCready | Mercenary | Father FALLOUT INDIE ROLEPLAY BLOG

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synthetic-soldier:

The woman snapped her fingers, summoning a rough looking gen 2 synth from another room. “Bring this nice man a bourbon, would you? And be quick about it, or I’ll turn you into scrap,” she growled, watching the synth scurry off to another room.

“Actually, we installed the door ourselves. I snatched one from some nearby houses and we added the locks after. We picked this place because it has /space/. A paranoid homeowner before the war.” She shook her head, laughing softly. “They couldn’t keep out the rads, but it keeps out everything else.”

The woman paused, watching as the synth returned and set the drink down on the table in front of the man. Once it’d left, she continued to speak. “By the way, do you think your boss would be interested in a…trade agreement, of sorts?” She suggested, her voice darkening slightly. “For example, any synths they-”

The woman stopped when a trap door at the end of a nearby hallway lifted up, revealing a stairwell. A man made his way up out of it, wiping blood from his hands onto his pants. The smirk and expression on his face was sickening. He slipped the woman a bag full of caps before walking out of the building.

The alcohol no longer concerned him. The chatter? Even less. That look he saw… that bloody look on that guy that walked out… he had seen it more times than he cared to admit to. It set something uncomfortable and rather cold deep in his belly—feelings he had grown to associate with ‘something bad’, and now…

It wasn’t any secret that his liking for Danse was about as nonexistent as the guy’s own personality, but places like this? He hated them even more.

“Trade—yeah… I’ll ask about that…” If he seemed oddly distant when he spoke, it wasn’t without reason. He swallowed a bit and mentally counted to ten to prepare for whatever would come next—if not outright curse himself for not tucking away a spare gun or two. “So… what kind of services did you say you offered here again? So I know specifically what to ask about.”

It wasn’t any of his business how people got their rocks off, but this place was really making him want to lob a Molotov and be done with it.

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shxtgunissms:

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“Oi, how about you chill out and put the gun down.” Cole, hands raised to show surrender. He didn’t look scared but he felt terrified. His lips pressed into a thin line, as he huffed lightly. Just coming out of one scrap into another was bad enough as is. 

“Take it easy, I’m not gonna hurt you unless someone sent me to.” He chuckled, shifting his weight on his feet. Wondering how this guy even found him. How did he recognize him? Just outside Good Neighbor but.. The Mutant’s raging fight in the distance raged on and the quiet bustle from inside the small town.   

“—You intend t’ just stand out here and scare the ever loving hell outta people then?” With a rather obvious grumble, the merc in question slung his rifle back over his shoulder. Apparently this was the noise problem… well, glad to know that the watch guy who pointed out the commotion was new as they came.

Of course, the distant commotion did nothing to ease the tension in his shoulders even as he jabbed a thumb at the door behind him. “Well then? None of us here fancy meeting your giant and angry green friends anytime soon.”

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sanguinariis:

No raiders. A camp perhaps, but there was just enough distance between this stranger and the building he and his partner had sheltered in for the night that he wasn’t immediately ripping out his throat and leaving his body for the scavengers to find.

The little things, right?

His tongue flitted, crossed chapped and scarred lips. Uncaring really. “You are simply lucky, perhaps. I have already devoured my pound of flesh for today.” Aiden’s head tilted after a moment, almost as if considering the man before him briefly. “Of course a fresh, warm liver might do well for a midnight snack.”

Both a taunt and a threat all in one there. A promise as well if one wished to see it as such - he had no reason to hesitate in killing this man should he cross him, even if he himself lost his life in the bid. Even he was not so foolish to refuse to realize that there were those stronger than himself.

Fingers thrummed briefly across the hilt of his blade, almost wishing to draw it… to carve out the man’s fool tongue for such an offer. Pointless. Useless. “Unless you are providing food or supplies you have no use. Your money has no meaning to me.”

There was a sound, low and grating. Almost a growl - irritation, certainly. “Try again.”

… Couldn’t he just go back to pretending that there was absolutely nothing wrong with this situation without this guy going and saying something that just goes and makes his skin pretty much crawl right off his body? Because he really did like doing that and not wherever the hell this was suddenly going.

The image this fellow painted on top of it—MacCready really couldn’t stop the shudder if he dared tried.

“I—really don’t think I’d make that good of a snack. Too ah… too stringy. And stuff.” He gulped and silently cursed at how quickly this had soured. Only his luck would deem that he could possibly end up as food…

Wait.

“… Supplies,” he repeated, and immediately his hands clasped around the strap of the package. Well—this was supposed to be important but not dying? Definitely goes above some lousy caravan delivery. “Ahh—screw it. Just take it before I change my mind.” He peeled the bag off his shoulder and tossed it on over.

Like hell he was dying over alcohol money.

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hopewired:

                    ‘ doesn’t matter what then, ’  she counters, tone the verbal equivalent of having stuck her tongue out at him.  ‘ none of that happened. ’  the rocks had distracted and scattered them enough to keep either of them from being completely swarmed, but she doesn’t exactly consider herself a hero for it. it won’t be the first time she wishes she were more adept in something other than data collection and tampering with technology. rare skills, sure, but they’re useless across the other eighty percent of the wastes.                      careful of the rusted edges, she slides down to the hood of the car before hopping back down to the cracked cement road below.  ‘ hang on, ’  she says, stopping him before he can set off again,  ‘ you’re bleeding. ’  at least she can make some use of herself. should he have a moment to protest, nanami isn’t hearing any of it; her backpack slips off her shoulders and she promptly pulls a near-empty bottle of rubbing alcohol and a small roll of relatively clean gauze from it. once she’s dampened the bandages with the liquid, she wraps and fastens it around maccready’s forearm.                      ‘ are you sure you still want to go this way? ’  hesitation in her voice now, gaze flickering towards whatever might be hiding in the dark of the tunnel as she puts her supplies away and replaces the bag on her back.  ‘ if there are more, it would be easy to get cornered in there .. ’

“That’s not the—! Christ, forget it… just don’t do it again, alright? I’m the one that’s supposed to be protecting you.” Clearly he wasn’t going to get anywhere with his companion, so it was probably best to just leave it be. He didn’t even protest when Nanami brought out the medical supplies, which was a personal shock and a solid indication of just how draining the mess really was. Suddenly the original idea of crawling into the closest bottle of alcohol wasn’t seeming all that boring anymore…

When she was done, he immediately stretched and flexed the injured arm to test it out. He could still note a stinging pain, but MacCready chocked that up to ghouls and their nails being painful as all hell. And sickening. And… some other things he was going to openly choose not to think about in that very moment, especially when her inquiry had him thinking pretty hard.

Where there were a few usually meant that there was bound to be a nest nearby. MacCready didn’t fancy going through the old rail tunnels but at the same time he fancied being an open target for raiders, supermutants, and all other forms of crazy alike even less.

“Believe me, kid, I like this even less than you do…” He pushed the brim of his hat up as he spoke. “Well—I see it like this: your choice of what’s decided to kill you. Only benefit to this one is that it’ll get us back faster. And less supermutant camps. That’s always a plus.”

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lexaxperry:

She nodded, letting out an inaudible sigh. “Thanks for the heads up. I appreciate it.” It was true, she was glad that he told her right away and not after she paid him — or worse, when they were already on the road. He gave her a chance to change her mind and say no to his offer. And she knew that it would be smarter to just say no and never talk about it again — but saying no would also make her feel like a coward. Damn her pride.

“Yeah, I agree. I even dare say they are more annoying than this Talon Company that used to terrorize my home.” Shaking her head, Lexa tried to not think about the many times she and her dad had ended up in trouble because some Talons had been bored. Luckily her dad’s just as smart and skilled as every Perry. “Charlie? Give me my bag, please.” Since Lexa was a regular at the third rail and more or less citizen of Goodneighbor (though she would deny the latter), she knew she could trust Charlie with some of her stuff. 

Grabbing the bag from the robot, she gave Charlie a thankful smile before opening her bag and searching for some caps. Luckily she had just finished a job, so she wasn’t completely broke. “There you go”, she said while dropping the small bag of caps in front of him. “I’m Lexa by the way.” Who would have thought that Lexa would hire a mercenary at the end of her rather exhausting day; certainly not Lexa. She just hoped she wouldn’t regret it.

“… Talon? Don’t think I’ve heard that name since they tried to run us into those slavers near Paradise Falls…” Well, she certainly had his sympathies—for whatever they were worth. Which… was probably not a whole heck of a lot, now that he thought about it. Just for that, MacCready flagged down old Chuck and indicated to get the girl another drink.

On him, of course.

With that done, he went about taking the bag and gave its contents a quick count before pocketing it in a coat pocket. Seemed like everything was nice and in order—not to mention that the later inevitable problem of the Gunner thing was already taken care of without so much as a grimace. If MacCready didn’t know any better, he would have honestly swore that his luck really was turning for the week.

“Well then, boss, looks like ya got yourself an extra gun for as long as you want.” Grinning ever so slightly, he held his hand out. “The name’s MacCready, and you’re not gonna regret this.”

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hopewired:

                    ‘ ——-  sorry. ’  but the apology is flat, somewhat distant. not ingenuine, per say ( of course she hadn’t meant to startle him half out of his skin ), but he hadn’t answered the question, and she’s still too intrigued to devote much attention to anything else. too polite to snatch the thing right out of his hand — or perhaps simply too knowledgeable of the potential to be shot over something silly; people can be awfully trigger-happy these days — she retreats only briefly, slips around to his other side, and peers at the scrap once more.                      ‘ the job wasn’t mine, ’  she remarks.  ‘ that’s not my business. ’  hang around the mayor as often as she does, she’s certainly not his secretary. the meagre ten caps she keeps jingling in her pocket is more for appearance’s sake than anything else. people get suspicious if she never pretends like she needs something to eat.  ‘ so, what is it? ’

“Your boss, whatever. Glad to know that apparently public matters are even kept from the underlings, because it certainly makes things easier for me…” Well, that just made it official about whether or not this day was going to shit He could hardly help but grumble some nonsense under his breath before tugging his hat down a bit. So much for being able to just go back to the rented bar room to wallow in the closest bottle of whiskey…

Still, he couldn’t help but glare once more when she pushed. Christ—what part of ‘none of your business’ did this girl just not get? “Look—just… leave me alone about that? My day’s just been pretty awful. Let your mayor know that the nursery’s been cleared out and that I’ll be at the bar trying to forget the things I found in there.”

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cottonbellehernandez:

She looked at him with an expression on her face that told him she thought he was crazy. The bartender had told her that the guy was a mercenary and she noticed the sniper rifle on his back, so she thought maybe she’d try and start a conversation with him. That worked just about as well as running through a den of Yao Guai covered in honey.

“Alright,” she said hesitantly, taken aback by the hostility. Guy must be on psycho or something to get that irritated by a passersby question, she thought. Her brain was telling her to let it go and keep drinking… but her inner idiot told her to try and start shit. She usually listened to her inner idiot.

“So do you always snap at people like that, or did someone piss in your cereal this morning?

“Only to people who seem to think that the best first impressions are A) making assumptions and B) insulting them in the same breath.”

There was a part C to that which involved a healthy amount of bourbon to even deal with such a situation but MacCready was just going to go ahead and dance around that part. Potential clientele never took well to the pissing and whatever else seemed to go spilling out anyways—well, if it didn’t go to make a point.

… Though now that he recalled that was still a thing, the merc immediately nodded towards the back. “If you’re looking for business, then the rule’s that we talk in the back. Nothing against the potential business, just that Chuck finds talking about who you want dead to be about as fetching for business as a dead fish.”

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synthetic-soldier:

She observed him for a few more moments before lowering her weapon. “The-…the General?” She snorted, shaking her head. “I’ll be damned. Leader of the Minutemen has a synth play thing. ‘course, in my line of work, I won’t just them for their interests. No, it’s just…very ironic.”

She grabbed the male by the arm and jerked him inside before shutting the door behind him. Once all of the locks were secure, she turned to face him. For the brief moment she’d had her back to the man, a faint green glow was visibly through a slit between the cloth that covered the back of her neck.

“We have a customer using it right now. Go ahead and take a seat over there in our little lobby. He’s only got ten minutes left anyway, before I gotta send some muscle in to get him the hell out,” she stated plainly, folding her arms and leaning against the door.

“You want a drink while you wait, sweet-cheeks? I could hook you up with a complimentary massage…” It was clear this woman was trying to ensure that the General wouldn’t be coming to shut her down.

Note to self, name dropping definitely was something that worked more than originally thought. “Ironic’s one way to put it, but I guess everyone’s allowed at least one scathing dark secret in this lovely little dump we all call home. Mean, even the big names all gotta have something for a bit of fun, y’know—h-hey! Easy on the hardware!”

The quick motion had him losing handle on the gunstrap and nearly making a mess made him glare—but only just a little and for a very brief window because his eyes so did not just notice that his apparent host was glowing. At least the places like this back in the Capital had the courtesy to have the normal sickos to put bullets through not…

Well… if he was being honest, he wasn’t all too sure what to make of this.

“Eh—sorry… anyways, if it’s not long then just a bourbon’s fine.” A hand rubbed idly at the back of his neck. “Surprisingly nice place though. Ones I’ve seen in the Capital—you were pretty lucky if they even had a door.”

It was a shame it might just have to come burning down at some point in the future.

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synthetic-soldier:

“Ooh, you’re looking for our newest product, aren’t you?” The raspy voice purred. “Yes, it wandered right by our little establishment here. Big fella, handsome too. At first, my co-workers though it’d be good as a hired gun, but..” A laugh. “These gen 3 models come equipped with all of the parts. With a pretty face like that, I knew we had a business opportunity on our hands.”

There was a pause. A few locks on the door clicked before the door itself slowly opened. A female figure covered head to toe stood on the other side. No part of her seemed to be visible. She had her gun aimed right at his face.

“That wasn’t your toy, was it?” She mocked, clearly aware that the other was uncomfortable and did not want to be here. “Your little boy toy? It’s already very popular with our customers, so I can see why you came all this way to get it back…”

“… Wait. Seriously? The sack of hammers is your--okay... that wasn't what I was expecting...”

So, not only was that little fact apparently actually known, but it appeared that Danse had gotten himself into a sort of red business, and he had a gun right at his head (again). Well, at least he could honestly count on his luck making this impossibly worse…

And if it wasn’t for that gun, MacCready honestly might have been doubled over laughing on top of everything else. Finding Danse in this sort of a situation… talk about a horrible comedy.

Well, at least he knew enough to play along.

“Look, it ain’t mine, it’s my very important boss’s. I don’t question, nor do I wanna know, what the hell the General of the Minutemen does with synths, alright? I just do the job however seen fit.” Oh how he hoped the name dropping was going to work. He wasn’t sure he had the space to knock a bullet into his host.

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synthetic-soldier:

“Depends on what you’re asking for, pal,” called a raspy voice from the other side of the door. “You found this place and assumed someone was inside, so I know you know something about what we do here.” They paused for a moment, allowing their words to permeate the air.

“So what are you looking for? Traveling partner? Servant? Or maybe you’re just after a good time, hm?” The final words had an unnecessary amount of emphasis, making it clear what kind of services were provided in his establishment. “Or were you just curious?”

The familiar click of a loading gun came from the other side. “Either way, if you want in, you gotta set your weapons down in that box beside the door. We’ll know if you fake it. You’ll get them back, babe, don’t worry. Just house rules.”

… Yeah, that idea of just bringing back a bag of hammers and labeling it ‘Danse’ was beginning to look more and more delightful. “God—no I am not here for anything like that nor am I looking for anything like that anytime soon.” Oh, right now MacCready was definitely hoping that gun he heard on the other side was loaded. A good shot to the head would totally be an improvement on this situation.

“Look, I’m just trying t’ look for someone that hopefully passed through is all.” Well, that probably wasn’t the right word to use, but chances were it’d get him farther than ‘I’m the schmo that got stuck on the worst job so please cut me some slack.’

“Big looking guy, scar on one side of his face… kinda has the personality equivalent of a wet sack of rocks. Doesn’t exactly fit in with the general public so I’m working on talk of places he might show up at.” Hopefully dancing around the synth part would also help him out in the end…

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adxvictoricm:

With quick reflexes, the Paladin caught the Stimpak as it was thrown to him. He probably shouldn’t have even been able to catch it, with the tech in his arms. But years of training helped Danse to do some things that others had difficulty doing. Surprisingly, Danse did not make a comment about the lack of warning. He merely shrugged and injected the medicated concoction into his arm. The pain in his body almost instantly faded and a sigh slid from his lips. He then realized that MacCready was giving him enough time to escape.

At least, that was what he wanted to believe. He hoped that the other was not allowing himself to be distracted again. Now was not the time to exchange pleasantries. Not when Danse had the tech that they had been sent to receive. In reality, Danse was a little nervous. With the tech, he was now their main target. If MacCready was not beside him, then the Paladin was afraid that he could get jumped. He could handle one and maybe even two, but no more than that. He had quick reflexes, but not that quick. Especially when impaired. 

He didn’t have time to mull over his thoughts and concerns. He had even less time to convince MacCready to stay by his side. Besides, he could handle his own. If he got overrun, hopefully he could rely on his speed. This could have gone so much better. He thought to himself as he started to make his way towards his suit and climbed inside. Though he was in his power armor, he knew that he could still be outnumbered. 

A bullet whizzed by his ear and he hissed. How many of these bastards were there? Why were they being so insistent? The tech must be extremely valuable to warrant that much trouble. He certainly would be giving a hefty report to his superiors. Then again, they may already have the inclination. They had warned him to be careful and to hire someone to watch his back…

Couldn’t be… maybe lower tiered but Wes wouldn’t likely find a need for this stuff…

… which would be all the more reason to consider that they were involved. Conscripts were nothing more than cannon fodder, which was why they were conscripts in the first place. They could get in, scout the area, and if anyone died then too bad. The higher ups would have a better idea as to what to expect and what was needed for their prize. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if they had found it first—

“…!” His thought process ended up getting cut short at the noise of another gun. Too far for a clear view yet too close for comfort, it was enough to actually make MacCready grab Danse by the arm and try to steer him away from his current path. Now, it wasn’t often that he was right about much, but for once the mercenary was wishing that would be true in this situation.

Because if he was right about their uninvited guest, then that would mean that they knew al the obvious ways out of the area long before the Brotherhood even found this place. Lord knows how they were operating seemed to say just that.

He immediately cursed under his breath, a definite sign that he was just about as done with this ridiculous situation as his partner was. Well, caps were to be made, he might as well make it worth the ridiculous price…

He immediately emptied the barrel of his rifle and reloaded one by one as he moved with the rounds strapped to his leg. Loud enough to make a point and if it landed where it needed—well, hopefully it’d send a proper message, which was what he was going for when he whipped back around to aim at their attacker.

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wastelanddoc:

“Wow. You must be fun at parties. Which… is understandable I guess, when you hang around people that shoot you… but. I don’t have any more proof than my words. If you want I can recite the full oath again, though. I mean no one learns the full Hippocratic oath just for fun…”

“Not like I ever get paid to look forward to waking up with a gun in my face… Ergh, fine, fine. If you’re gonna go through the trouble to hire a mercenary just to walk you down the street, then you really must be pretty sad with a gun. I gotta head that way anyways m’self so you can tag along.”

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synthetic-soldier:

@mercdad

It had been almost a year since the destruction of the Institute and the revelation of Danse’s true identity. After being convinced to stay, the ex-paladin relocated to Sanctuary. He remained there with a handful of the General’s other friends, doing odd jobs around the settlement. Occasionally, he made runs to Diamond City for supplies.

It was during one of these runs that Danse went missing. While being gone for at least a week wasn’t unreasonable, a month and a half had passed. The General had checked with Nick and Piper- Danse hadn’t even made it to the city.

This set the General on edge. After several attempts to round up a search party, they turned to MacCready, practically begging him to go look for the synth. Unable to leave the Settlement themselves, they informed him of an abandoned house that had been rumored to be housing synths.

… The next time he was going to take a job to look for this guy, MacCready was so going to just toss a bag of hammers at his friend. It’d probably be the same thing. Hell, it’d also keep him from ending up in the middle of who the hell knows just looking for Danse at some house that may be used for something it may not even have.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been on the road, but MacCready knew that around the third day he was pretty sure he was going to have a lengthy conversation with the boss that ‘mercenary’ wasn’t interchangeable with ‘blood hound’.

Just arriving at the supposed location was already making his skin crawl and regretting not to drag along an extra gun or two. “… ‘ello?” There was no noise other than his rapping of his knuckles against what appeared to be a mostly fractured door. He counted to three… then five… still nothing.

“H-Hey… if there’s anything or anyone alive here, can ya give me something?” Hopefully something that wouldn’t end in pain…

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