nihil ex memoria

Ada Gyft. Former slave, current freelance worker: courier, caravan guard, and scavenger. Independent Fallout RP blog. Written by Kat.

[walkthewasteland]

Fallout Week: Day One, July 15th

The families of high ranking Enclave were to be saved as well; they simply had to stay put, follow protocol, and wait for the Enclave to come get them. They waited for centuries The Enclave never came. They should have died out; instead, they survived. 

Everything in the Vault was the result of strict survival. A specific resident in each generation was given the job of keeping genealogical records. Children were not born from love; they came from the two least related residents. Anything it took to raise children that would grow into soldiers that the distant Enclave could use was allowed; children took mentats regularly, and punishments for disobedience were intense. Still, they made it through the years relatively unscathed. 

Two hundred years of survival, before they had to open the doors.

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You need to be in tune with yourself and the world around you, Antos had told her. Ada had scoffed - after so many centuries, who was he to correct her - but there was merit to what he said. Ada had never let go of that thin veneer of humanity being a changeling had given her, and preferred to go her own way rather than ally herself to a court. It made run ins with her kind very interesting, although her glamour was strong enough now that most wrote her off as just another human, perhaps lightly fey touched, but nothing interesting.

“Just here to buy sage and salt,” she informed the woman - witch? - at the counter. “The place I’m staying has some .... uninvited visitors, if you will.”

While she waited for her purchase, she stared around the shop. The protective charms itched at her skin, as did the iron in the air, but without the intention of keeping her out, and after so long among hte humans, they weren’t strong enough to hurt her. The sound of a bell over the door made her look up, reflexively probing for any sense of the non-mundane about them.

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The woods of her estate were large and dark. Classically German, Antos had always called them, with that sharp-toothed smile. Ada had laughed it off, but they both knew there were fey in the woods. She’d never had issues with it, even before Antos had granted her his protection. He’d called her ‘Touched’ when they met, said the touch of the fey ran in her blood. She’d denied it.

Ada rode along the edge of the forest, her horse shying away from the occasional dark clump of foliage and towards other, lighter and tastier, patches. The emergence of a person from the woods made the horse dance sideways, and Ada irritably calmed him, moved him back in line.

“Who goes there?” she asked, voice even despite the shock. People didn’t just go into the woods, not around here.

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“Not often I see a pipe pistol hold up so well. How do you reinforce them?”

[nihilexmemoria]

VERSE: FO4, Adam remix!

Adam was away from the Dam when the battle finally reached its head. He heard reports on the radio, but it became apparent quickly that the Legion wouldn’t win.

By the time the radio said Courier Six had defeated the Legate, Adam was already packed. Antonia would have to be left; he would be slaughtered if he went back for her. His child, too, was left behind, along with almost everything he owned.

He crossed the country with a caravan, and found himself in the northeast. He wandered for a few months but eventually found Boston, with its paranoia and tension, to suit him just fine. He is curious about the Institute and it’s synths, and has left enough of a trail to be contacted. At the moment, he is a free agent, taking contracts as a mercenary or hitman when he needs caps.

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     HEY YOU! Yeeaahhh you. Are you looking for a muse coming straight outta the Mojave? Located right in the little jewel they call New Vegas? Keeping put in the casino that’s truly the last piece of heaven in the wasteland, GOMORRAH? Like and reblog this if so! Of course, Marcio isn’t the cleanest Omerta around. But he’s like a big old bear. Fun, cute, and lovable to be around. Unless you’ve tried to run off with more of your share, from Gomorrah but – you wouldn’t do that, now would you? 

[connerys]

Maybe it’s less of a person suit and more of a human veil. That must be lonely.

[spiderliliez]

Diane Kruger (as The Seeker / Lacey) Excerpts from the sci-fi adventure-drama, THE HOST (2013)

[enclaveassh0le]

“ So just hypothetically but how much of your own stuff do you gotta have to still count as human?”

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"When find an answer to that, let me know.”

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S6-46 was prone to talking to herself. It hadn’t been an issue when there had actually been another self around to speak to; Ada Gyft was a good listener. Now that she worked mostly alone, however, it was a concern to speak aloud.

Which was why it was good she and Ada had defaulted to Latin, especially when brainstorming.

“No more dead families,” she reminded herself. K3-73 had mentioned during their last meeting that there were signs the coursers were starting to look for. “So why is our synth here without his?” She tapped the pen against her hand. “Perhaps a violent one this time - he’s running from a mistake of his past.” She smiled faintly, looking pained. “Killed a child out west, skipped town to avoid the fight. A little girl named ....?”

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→ ❝CRIMSON PEAK sentence starters❞

“Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly.”

“You’re nothing but a spoiled child.” 

“My hands are getting rough.”

“This requires the perfect partner. Would you be mine?”

“It is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all.”

“Don’t move. You’re heavily sedated.”

“I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken by either distance or time, my heart would cease to beat.” 

“If you fall asleep, I won’t wake you.”

“You couldn’t leave me. You wouldn’t.”

“We’ve been dead for years. You and I in this rotting place.”

“My hands — feel them. Rough. The reflection of who I am.”

“You insist on describing the torments of love when you know nothing about them.”

“I won’t stop until you kill me, or I kill you.”

“Everybody has their place. I’ll make sure you find yours.”

“I can’t be alone.”

“Drink your tea. It’ll warm you.”

“I’ve always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable. It makes it easier.”

“I’ve found warmth and friendship among you all.”

“I’m sorry I interrupted your music.”

“His blood will be on your hands.”

“What you have is a toy and some fancy words.” 

“No one ever looked for them. Mercy killings, really.”

“Perfection has no place in love.”

“The things we do for a love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret.”

“Please trust me one more time.”

“This is your home now. You have nowhere else to go.”

“You promised you would not fall in love with anyone else.”

“Ghosts are real. This much I know.”

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“Say…” He used the very edge of his blade to bring her chin further upwards. “…Have we met?”

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Something about the young man looked .... familiar. Ada tried to think of how he might be - one of the children she and Antos had mentored? one of the tribes they had helped to conquer? Either way, someone who remembered who and what she was - her former life with the Legion - would be bad news.

“Perhaps.” She couldn’t exactly say she had a common face: she was blonde and pale in a way that had left the non-Vault dwellers a few generations ago. “Do I look it?” Despite the knife at her throat, she carried her head high and proud. Fear had never saved anyone.

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OOC;

When you fix up your characters’ page all nice and pretty.