Ashes and Whispers

Oh, ashes, ashes, dust to dust Tell me I am good enough Ooh, lay my curses out to rest Make a mercy out of

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“Well look what the cat dragged in.” (From @atomcatbluejay )

@atomcatbluejay

Oh, if there was one place that Charlie felt right at home at that wasn't the truck stop that he had started calling home, it was the Atom Cat's garage. Of course, it was nearly identical to his own, but hey! It was one of the few places he could relax in the wasteland outside of the Railroad HQ and home.

"Been awhile and a half, right? Write anything good since I've last been here? Never seem to have the time to actually be here when you guys do poetry nights." Mostly because he was either on a mission, working on some kind of project he may or may not finish, or just burning random things, but no one needed to know that except his dog and the random raiders that it attracted from time to time.

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❛  how do we know they're not feral? (From @dimasexual )

@dimasexual

"Well, the lack of biting is usually the first clue, but there's a few more, if you'd like me to elaborate." Given the radiation worshiping lunatics, Faraday not going out of Arcadia, and not meeting one single non feral ghoul since stepping onto this island, it didn't surprise Charlie that Faraday would be weary of his companion. At the very least Hancock didn't seem offended by it, which was enough for him.

"But if he does go feral, sure that between me, you, and the rest of the people here, that we got enough guns for one ghoul... don't think it'll happen, but I'll take care of it. That help at all or make you more nervous? Trying to reassure you that this is going to be totally okay and not like... a hazard or anything."

Given how important all of this was to Nick and how much he wanted to get Kasumi home, it was better that he not freak out someone as important to DiMA as his right hand was.

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❛  and in that respect, he could be a cannibal or just like, crammed full of tumours. ❜ (from @courier2lw )

@courier2lw

Barking out a laugh without meaning to, Charlie looked over at the masked members of the casino with a half smile on his face. "Yeah, you could definitely say that again. I'm hoping for the latter, though. Care to take that kind of bet or that a bit too on the nose, given the casino and all?"

Granted that if it was the latter, he would be obligated to do something about it. The Followers took in almost anyone that wasn't violent and helped them out, it would be his job regardless of being a mechanic or not. "...That said... if it is the former... what's your plan to avoid getting eaten?"

[ixcantxdanse]

"Corn? You're joking, right?" Danse raised a thick eyebrow, leveling Charlie with a narrow look, obviously unsure if he was being fucked with or not. Had to be... Corn. The look quickly changed to one of irritation, though when wasn't Danse seemingly irritated or too serious about something?

"I'm plenty grateful for helping me keep my power armor in shape and actually teaching me a thing or two... But I'd rather you didn't do it... under the influence. And yes, you do get far less sleep than you should. You would probably operate more efficiently in every way if you just did that and laid off the drugs."

Danse paused for a moment, "And don't call me Dansey."

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“Alright, no Dansey, I’ll keep that in my head from now on at least,” he says with a chuckle as he throws the smoke on the ground, making sure it’s out with his boot. “And as much as you might have a point about the sleep and mentats, you be the guy that has to see the burn piles I get when I’m off them and see how long that option lasts.” 

As much as Charlie didn’t love being dependent on them, he had to admit, that between mentats and the fires that he lit to keep his hands steady and helped his focus that one was a lot less harmful to everyone around him than the other… well, for the most part. No one seemed to complain when that burn pile included raiders, at least about what was burning. The smell was another matter entirely.

“But no problem, you’re a fast learner, you know? It’s impressive, aand why I think you’ll appreciate this bit of useless knowledge. In the fermentation process of corn, there’s a chemical known as ethanol that gets produced, at least that’s the way it was with corn before. It made up a large percentage of the fuel that was consumed in the good ole US of A. It was actually thought that corn ethanol could replace fuel entirely with enough time and research into engines that could burn it better, but it never came to fruition. Not enough time or interest with how cars were powered by nuclear engines and all that.” 

At least Charlie could say that making a motorcycle with one of those were out of the question. With how easy it was before to wreck a motorcycle, he couldn’t imagine how much easier it was now, and after a few stray shots hitting cars and nearly killing him with a second nuclear bomb, he could very safely say that he was amazed he didn’t hear of interstates getting blown to smithereens more often back in the old days. 

“So the corn thing is possible, in theory. Have to grow a lot and make the machines that could ferment and refine it into fuel, which is doable in theory, but in practice…” He grimaces at the thought. “It’d be a lot of resources just to get fuel.” 

And how useful that fuel would be to the every day person in the Commonwealth, he wouldn't be able to say. Machines were his expertise, not people and their needs. "If we could find a reason enough for it, whether it be just for the Brotherhood or not, think I could find a guy or gal to pick the brains of? A second opinion is always needed for a big project like this." Especially if it means less resources being potentially wasted.

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@ixcantxdanse continued from here (x)

There's a moment of silence as Charles inhales more smoke before letting out with a deep sigh. "Obviously, Dansey, but it isn't as though we can't adapt to it. Did you know there was a time when we used to be able to get that kind of fuel from corn? Goes through a chemical process through fermenting and all that. Supposed to mix it with gasoline, but with the radiation... I gotta wonder if flamer fuel could be a substitute... and I never seem to be short of that."

That was because even now he was still impulsively setting stuff on fire, but at least nowadays, that could be used to his benefit rather than just potentially getting him arrested. "Aside from that...it isn't as though we don't have tons of useless scrap metal still around. Pretty sure you've watched me build an engine out of shit that I salvaged from guns along with making sure that fancy armor you got remains in good shape. I'm sure I could figure this out with a bit of brainstorming, some mentats, and at least 3 more hours of sleep than I usually get." Though how wise it was to leave Charlie to his own devices was another matter entirely.

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"It's such bullshit..." Grumbling around the smoke in his mouth, Charlie is staring up at the Prydwyn as it flies over the Commonwealth. A little halo of smoke leaves him as he flicks a bit of ash onto the ground. "So, in all the time since the bomb, people have figured out how to make that but we haven't figured out motorcycles again? This has got to be a joke...."

[lunememes]

🌙 * ― 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐓 ( a collection of sentence starters from season one of amazon's fallout show. feel free to adjust the wording and pronouns as needed! do not add to the list. )

❛  and in that respect, he could be a cannibal or just like, crammed full of tumours. ❜ ❛  flesh is weak but steel endures. ❜ ❛  unless you know what to find and preserve, you're more useful as a corpse. ❜ ❛  how do we know they're not feral? ❜ ❛  well what makes you think i give a good goddamn about that? ❜ ❛  well what the fuck would you know 'bout where i'm from? ❜ ❛  but for me, well, i do this shit for the love of the game. ❜ ❛  you come from a place of rules, of laws. this place is indifferent to all of that. ❜ ❛  question is, will you still want the same things when you have become a different animal altogether? ❜ ❛  you earn the suit through acts of bravery. this is an act of bravery. ❜ ❛  and i'm telling you you're gonna go through a whole lot worse if you stay 'round here. trust me. ❜ ❛  clean hair. nice teeth. and all ten fingers. must be nice. ❜ ❛  the vaults were nothing more than a hole in the ground for rich folks to hide in while the rest of the world burned. ❜ ❛  you know your kind ain't welcome here. ❜ ❛  you gotta be fucking kidding me. ❜ ❛  you'll be lucky if you can make it to fucking breakfast. ❜ ❛  i'm sorry for yellin', been shot in the leg. ❜ ❛  do you have anyone else you can trust in this town? ❜ ❛  do i really have to kill him? ❜ ❛  well, if you like the taste of lavender, why not just drink a bottle of perfume? ❜ ❛  that's the worst thing i've ever put in my mouth. that's horrible. ❜ ❛  do unto others as you would have done unto you. ❜ ❛  thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time. ❜ ❛  water water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. ❜ ❛  where do you think you're going? you ain't going nowhere. ❜ ❛  there you are, you little killer. ❜ ❛  no! what a disgusting idea. i'm simply going to harvest your organs. ❜ ❛  i may end up looking like you, but i'll never be like you. ❜ ❛  i really wanna believe you but practically every person i've met up here has tried to kill me. ❜ ❛  listen, hey. you don't get this medicine, you're gonna pass out, okay? and if you lose consciousness, we're both gonna die. ❜ ❛  i've seen these in old engineering manuals but never in real life. ❜ ❛  now, seeing as everyone on earth seems to be after that thing, i'm guessing that's what you're looking for too? ❜ ❛  and you could've killed me when i collapsed back there and you didn't. ❜ ❛  i get that trust doesn't come easily up here. but you can trust me. ❜ ❛  i hate it up here. ❜ ❛  the things i'm willing to do for you never cease to amaze me. ❜ ❛  hey, hey, hey. come here. i'm sorry. i know you always try to do the right thing. that's what i love about you. ❜ ❛  trust doesn't come easily to those of us with a guilty conscience. ❜ ❛  in my experience, the apple tends not to fall too far from the tree. is that true in your case? ❜ ❛  these people are hiding something from us, and i'm gonna prove it to you, okay? ❜ ❛  there's always some new little faction, ain't there? brand new team of believers with their own dumbass ideas about how they gonna save the world. ❜ ❛  so what d'you think [name]? am i really walking out of here today, or are you gonna try and draw on me for what i did? ❜ ❛  a good bad guy doesn't see themselves as the bad guy. ❜ ❛  and yet power is taken, not given. a lesson you seem to have learned. ❜ ❛  war never changes. ❜ ❛  you look out at this wasteland, looks like chaos. but there's always somebody behind the wheel. and that's who i wanna talk to. ❜ ❛  maybe you can stop them. maybe you can't. maybe all you can do is try. ❜

[memeroundups]

A few Starters - Ice Breakers

“Are you following me?”

“Hey, watch where you’re going.”

“You look vaguely familiar…” 

“I don’t know who you are but you don’t strike me as the trustworthy type.”

“I don’t know what you want but you’d better fuck off before I make you.”

“Sorry but I’m new around here, would you mind giving me pointers?”

“Strange to see a fresh face around here.”

“Hey you. It’s dangerous to be walking around here, you should leave.”

“Do you need help with that?”

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”

“Do I know you? Cause you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend.”

“See my friends over there? They wanna to know if you think I’m cute.

“Hey handsome/beautiful.”

“You might be new, but you’re looking at the top dog around here.”

“Sorry but I’m not interested in your offer.”

“Are you as cold as you seem or do you always walk around like you own the place?”

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“The answer is no by the way, to whatever you’re about to say.”

“Don’t bother, I’m busy.”

“No no no, this can’t be right. You shouldn’t be here.”

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

“Happy to see me again?”

“It’s been so long since we’ve last parted, hm? We have some catching up to do.”

“You looking to start a fight or something?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me?”

“Us meeting wasn’t an accident.”

“Hey hey, no need for that I’d just like to talk.”

“Why the hostility? Do you treat every stranger this way?”

“I see no one has ever bothered to teach you manners.”

“Come with me, no time to explain!”

“Look, you’re in danger. You need to do as I say.”

“Are these guys bothering you?”

“Hey, leave him/her alone!”

“You look tired. Need a ride?”

“Shit shit, are you okay?!”

“Give me your belongings and you won’t get hurt. Sound fair?”

“Well look what the cat dragged in.”

“Never thought I’d see your face again.”

“Are you drunk? Hey, you can’t be walking around like that, be careful!”

“You look like bad news….”

“I hope I’m not being too straightforward, but are you single?”

“Nice to meet you.”

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Injured RP Starters

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From the Injured

A-Ah!! Don’t touch it, please—

How—how bad is it? It hurts a lot, ah!

My head feels fuzzy…

Oh God, that’s—that’s a lot more blood than I was expecting…

Please just-just be gentle.

No—no, I’m okay, I—aah!

C-Crap, I think it’s broken…!

I’ll be OK, I’ve been through much worse.

Keep your hands off of me—gah!

Walking? I-I don’t know if I can…

I’m so dizzy, please just—let me close my eyes for a bit.

D-Don’t faint, you’re supposed to be helping me!

Wait—wait! Before you start—please, please—hold my hand.

I don’t need your help! I can handle it myself—ah, damn it…!

I-I’m sorry for crying! It hurts so much!

I’ll try not to cry… just please hurry!

D-Do you think your magic can help with something like this?!

Well isn’t this just lovely…!

What—What happened? Where am I?

From the Helper

I-I know, I know it hurts. I’m so sorry.

I have to look at it. Can you let me do that?

Don’t move! Stay still, I’m calling an ambulance!

I-It’s not bad. It’s okay, you’re OK. / It-It’s bad. It’s bad. But I’m going to try my best to help you!

No, no—(Name), hang on, please! Hang on a little while longer!

Oh my God, you’re bleeding, a lot! That’s a lot of blood!!

I’ll try to be as careful as I can, OK? Just breathe!

You’re not okay! You need help, please just let me help you!

But you’re—you’re hurt! How can you wave it off like it’s nothing?

I’m sorry, but I can’t just stand by and let you stay like this.

Here, here—lean on me like this! Easy does it, I’ll get you somewhere safe.

Don’t you dare close your eyes, (Name)! I’m almost done, keep focusing on me, my voice!!

A-Ah, I don’t do well with blood, I… there’s so much of it…

OK, OK. Here’s my hand, OK? We can do this together.

Cry all you need to! You’re doing great.

OK, all right. Are you ready? This might hurt, but I need you to be strong.

Just try to relax and I’ll heal you.

This is what being reckless does. Now hold still!

[wasteland-muses]

Open RP - Deacon

“I’m not stalking you,  I’m following you without your knowledge. It’s completely different”

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"Suuuure, completely different."

Charlie wasn't entirely unused to being surveyed like this. Before the world went to hell, there constantly people following him and making sure that he didn't burn everything to the ground. Hardly an issue nowadays, but it didn't make him any more comfortable with it, whether they were on the same side or not.

"So while you're skulking around, whatcha need? Is there some sort of errand we need to run or is your gun not shooting as well as you'd like?"

He might not be able to mess with cars or motorcycles anymore, but Charlie was finding out that he could make do with getting to tinker with guns whenever he liked.

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Fallout oc blog, written and loved by Aster [he/him, 21+]. Follows from @/despairs-memorial

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