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Independent Curie rp blog from Fallout 4

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Why he hadn’t expected a simple trip to Lexington to go exactly like this was beyond him. Why a bunch of raiders with pipe weapons decided to try and pick a fight with the 6’9 metal man was beyond him as well. But, there he sat, sipping on a Sunset with about half a dozen glowing, green piles of goo scattered about the streets in front of the Red Rocket.

“Fuckin’ raiders.” He scoffed to himself, raising the bottle up to his lips to take another swig. It wasn’t until he turned to his right so that he could rest his drink beside his X-02 helmet for a moment that he spotted Curie. Instinctively, Del gripped the plasma rifle that was laid in his lap and slowly raised it up just in case it popped off again.

He gave her a friendly wave with his free hand, hoping she’d return the sentiment.

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Curie had heard the fighting and-against any form of judgment that could be considered good in the slightest-decided to check it out. Either she could lend a hand, or use the scene that would unfold before her as a way to study the various martial tactics of the Commonwealth.

But...by the time she arrived the victor was clear. And the victor wore a set of intimidating armor.

Curie blinked as his hand shifted to his weapon, her own moved to the laser pistol on her hip. She didn't want to use it-she always preferred the nonviolent options, but if this man gave her no choice...

But instead of shooting, he waved.

And Curie relaxed, her hand moving away from her pistol.

She offered a slight wave in return, even calling out to him.

"'ello, Monsieur, I assure you I mean you no 'arm. I heard the fighting, I was just seeing if I needed to be of assistance."

She glanced to the piles of glowing, green goo that littered the grounds. "But you seem to have the situation under control... You are not injured, are you?"

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synthvictoriam​:

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        “I’m sure Nate would find quarrel with me should I so much as even whisper your origin to my other comrades.” He was just a tad taken aback by how bold the synth doctor that he looked down upon had chosen to be this evening. Some nerve was certainly involved.          “If anyone was to sell you out it would be your own doing, considering your naivety.” 

To say Curie was surprised by his reticence to sell her out to his own brothers and sisters in arms would be an understatement. She hadn’t realized the bond between Nate and Danse was that strong, but she was glad for it. 

“You would say I was naïve no matter what, Monsieur.” She retorted, “I think you just want me to fail and get caught, so you are trying to make me doubt myself.” 

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o-rusted-heart​:

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He’d been in here for way too long. But initial search for a rare chemical agent hidden in the laboratory resulted in him getting locked in by that damn handy, and Nick Valentine was getting antsy. He’d been locked in pre-war ruins before, and it wasn’t something he was excited to repeat.

So maybe he wasn’t being the smartest when he came up behind her, pistol out– he didn’t recognize her with the lab coat from behind.

Nick barely dropped the gun when the top of that baseball bat hit his jaw and shoulder. Off center so he didn’t take the brunt of it, but the old synth still stumbled back with a fairly loud yelp.

“Hey, hey-- relax-! Curie, is that– ow. Is that you-?”

Oh. Oh no. Curie had already swung--and hit--the source of the footsteps she’d been hearing. It was too late when she’d realized it wasn’t a feral or a raider, but instead, a familiar face. 

“Mon dieu! Monsieur Valentine! I am so sorry, I did not realize it was you!” She let the bat drop from her hands, moving into check the damage she had caused. 

“This is not the way I would have greeted you, had I known...” She murmured, “What are you doing here? Where does it hurt the most?” 

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"Are you certain this is a good idea?” Curie questioned, voice soft. “I ‘ave heard this is feral ghoul territory. Unless this is to ‘elp clear them out for a settlement? Or--oh--perhaps we could study them, oui?” Now that got the synth brimming with excitement. 

“Unless you are in a rush?” 

@prewarprincess​

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Cambridge Polymer labs. Curie had heard of the laboratory in from a passing eyebot, it was only now that she’d deemed herself ‘prepared enough’ to check it out on her own. After gaining a(nother) lab coat and an extra set of glasses, she had decided--even after being momentarily locked into a cleanroom--that any possible danger was worth the possible prewar research left behind. 

Though, it was now, as Curie heard footsteps approaching that she raised a baseball bat she’d grown quite fond of, and raised it with both hands, ready to hit whoever--likely another feral--was prowling around the facility. 

@o-rusted-heart​

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“Are you....okay?” 

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As timid or, more accurately, uncertain as the Miss-Nanny-turned-synth could be, she was surprisingly forward as she approached Danse. 

“I ‘ave a question for you,” She began, looking up at the Brotherhood of Steel paladin. “You know Monsieur Nate has asked me to accompany the two of you as well, oui? And I ‘eard you two are going to visit a Brotherhood controlled settlement. I need to know: are you going to sell me out as a synth or non?” 

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Like for a starter

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Oberland Station was in an unfortunately open position; the last attack from nearby Super Mutants had left the place in need of repairs. Crops had been trampled, water pumps cracked, and turrets had been trampled.

That’s where Nick was when Curie found him– the synth had caught wind of the last attack and thought it best to stop by and help. He had a box of tools out and was sitting by the closest turret, tightening a screw with a tug of his elbow.

“Hey, now there’s a familiar face. …You here to help, Doc?” 

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As vast as the Commonwealth was--or at least it felt like it was--Curie seemed to run into the same faces no matter how far she traveled--and if one of those faces happened to be Nick’s, well, she definitely wasn’t going to complain. 

Curie’s expression brightened when he spoke to her, though she shifted a cursory glance to the turret Nick was working on before she responded. 

“As best as I am able, Monsieur.” She assured, “Once I ‘ave patched everyone up, I am afraid I will not be of much assistance.” 

Curie grimaced as she scanned the area, “And perhaps I can use this as an opportunity to interview those living here to try and get a better idea of super mutant tactics and hierarchy. Though, before I do that, I must ask: can I assist you? I would ‘ave to follow your lead, but surely two sets of hands would help with the work load.” 

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cyberpunk 2077 starters

more to be added !

❝  the wider the smile, the bigger the lie.  ❞ ❝  it’s called a reputation. you should try having one.  ❞ ❝  if only you were the one calling the shots, you would already have the city at your feet.  ❞ ❝  seems like you’ve got a real problem with authority.  ❞ ❝  well, then it’s a good thing i’m on your side then, huh?  ❞ ❝  you’re starting to remind me of me.  ❞ ❝  hey, look at me. right in the eyes. choose your next words carefully. might be the last choice you ever make.  ❞ ❝  there is a saying in your country… one moment, it will come to me…ah now i remember! go fuck yourself.  ❞ ❝  i’m sorry, do you hear me poking around your personal business? digging through your past?  ❞ ❝  what you did for me, i’ll never forget it.  ❞ ❝  it’s hard to believe, but it looks like everything’s gonna be alright.  ❞ ❝  you ain’t dying yet. i got you.  ❞ ❝  i allowed my temper to flare and for that i apologize. even i can get carried away at times.  ❞ ❝  shame. was starting to like you…  ❞ ❝  there are not many like you, but without you the world would have long turned into shadows and dust.  ❞ ❝  you put a barrel to my skull not so long ago.  ❞ ❝  you plot, you plan, you calculate, and weave webs so tangled you sometimes lose yourself in them.  ❞ ❝  i’m a serious man. and serious matters are what, if not all, that concern me.  ❞ ❝  you’re tough as nails. a warrior without mercy.  ❞ ❝  if they find us, they won’t bother with arresting and interrogating, do you understand?  ❞ ❝  everyone admires you, but you know that your only reward will be the next task you’re given.  ❞ ❝  just don’t fall in love with me…  ❞ ❝  it often seems that you’re on your own, but always remember you have a team you can count on.  ❞ ❝  whatever you’re planning, make sure you see it through to the end.  ❞ ❝  it can get tough when it feels like there’s no end to it in sight.  ❞ ❝  i don’t need this world anymore, but i need you.  ❞ ❝  it doesn’t matter how well you do something, as long as you look good doing it.  ❞ ❝  i always felt like my mission was to cross the ultimate frontier. that frontier is death.  ❞ ❝  something in me died back then. i just couldn’t handle it.  ❞ ❝  would you take a bullet for me?  ❞ ❝  think dangerous; be dangerous. think weak; be weak.  ❞ ❝  it’s true what they say. you’re good. really fucking good. got a stick up your ass, through.  ❞ ❝  hah. my mind. that’s…that’s a touchy subject.  ❞ ❝  you know what, sweetheart? we’ll have plenty of time to tear at each other’s throats later.  ❞ ❝  i have to sit and think…about everything.  ❞ ❝  no really, it’s ok. it just scraped me.  ❞ ❝  a peaceful death in this town? guy won the jackpot.  ❞ ❝  sorry you had to witness that. things just get complicated sometimes.  ❞ ❝  who you work for? start talking!  ❞ ❝  well, well….looks like fortune favors the stupid, too.  ❞ ❝  day’s not over yet. you still have a chance to piss me off.  ❞ ❝  what’s free comes most costly.  ❞ ❝  sometimes two people find themselves at the wrong place at the right time.  ❞ ❝  i’m in this city, free to do whatever i want with my life, but…am i really free?  ❞ ❝  i sense anything going wrong, i’m out.  ❞ ❝  drop by if you ever want to talk. or if you don’t we can just sit together in silence. either way, i’m here for you.  ❞ ❝  i’m nobody, i’m a zero.  ❞ ❝  you know, i still got that contract to kill you.  ❞ ❝  have you known love? do you know what it is?  ❞  ❝  talked in your sleep, you know.  ❞ ❝  tsomeone…someone should give you a checkup, see if you’re ok. someone you trust.  ❞ ❝  goodbye, and please - stay away. you’ve done enough already.  ❞ ❝  one thing we can’t do is be afraid of others.  ❞ ❝  that the pick-up line you settled on?  ❞ ❝  right…so, gonna stop by? or gonna make me grovel?  ❞ ❝  i’ve missed you, you know, heh…  ❞ ❝  it seems all good, like nothing bad ever happened.  ❞ ❝  i…i was angry…i must’ve lost control.  ❞ ❝  you ever wake up in the middle of the night…and not know who you were for a second…? you ever feel like you weren’t really ‘you’?  ❞ ❝  here i feared you’d forgotten about me.  ❞ ❝  all right. you know why we’re here, don’t you? say you do.  ❞ ❝  you don’t realize it, but…you’ve given me something beautiful.  ❞ ❝  i’m really starting to feel like your puppet.  ❞ ❝  if you wanted my attention, you just earned it.  ❞ ❝  the stronger survive. you’re either somebody or you fizzle out into nothing.  ❞ ❝  now answer my question. honestly. forthrightly. are you here alone?  ❞ ❝  my whole life’s a fucking cosmic joke.  ❞ ❝  i know that it might seem like you’re trying to help, but i’d rather that you just left us alone…otherwise things won’t end well.  ❞ ❝  it’s always good to have the strength of others to support you too.  ❞ ❝  you’re worth more than you think. trust me.  ❞ ❝  talked in your sleep, you know.  ❞ ❝  what makes someone a criminal? getting caught.  ❞ ❝  the only limit to what you can do is what you’re willing to do.  ❞ ❝  you only have to look at you. a venomous spider wearing the mask of a nice lady. but i will not be fooled.  ❞ ❝  what the fuck is going on? i feel like i’m not in control of anything anymore…  ❞ ❝  sorry, but, i’d rather be alone right now.  ❞ ❝  i’m just happy, like, dumb happy, you know? you’re really amazing.  ❞ ❝  you’re playing with fire. don’t dare cross the line.  ❞ ❝  your first time here, isn’t it? want some advice? go the fuck away.  ❞ ❝  when someone tells me to not worry, they’re usually hiding something.  ❞ ❝  it’s not easy talking about what’s biting me at the ass.  ❞ ❝  ah, you try to provoke me. is this wise, you think?  ❞ ❝  i can lead others away from the darkness.  ❞ ❝  know what? think i figured you out.  ❞ ❝  death walks in your wake.  ❞ ❝  everyone i’ve met so far says i’m far too gone.  ❞ ❝  hey, come on, you’re not the one at blame here.  ❞ ❝  don’t make the same mistake i made. say goodbye to the people you love.  ❞ 

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send me a ♬ and a number between 1-10 and i’ll put my itunes on shuffle and skip to that number and write a starter with my favorite lyric from that song.

example: if you send me ♬ 7, i’ll put my itunes on shuffle, skip forward seven songs and use my favorite lyric from that song.

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supernatural : season 6 … sentence starters

“You’re still alive, huh?”

“My ‘people skills’ are ‘rusty’.”

“He’s a dick, but a deal’s a deal.“

“You’re scrawnier than I pictured.“

“You promised you’d leave it alone.“

“Fight the fairies! You fight those fairies!“

“You know, it’s a miracle it didn’t kill you.“

“Of course I didn’t leave it alone! Sue me!”

“You mean the non-sexy kind of drilling, right?“

“You wanted a family. You have for a long time.“

“Like I said, the son of the bitch doesn’t answer.“

“You are not to harm them, do you understand me?“

“I’m not gonna fight you. But this is your last chance.“

“I don’t need you to fight my battles for me. Get bent.“

“If you don’t help us, I will hunt you down and kill you.“

“Better run, man. I think the fourth kind is a butt thing.“

“I’m just trying to make you feel better, don’t be a bitch.“

“Unless you like your wings extra crispy, I’d think about it.“

“Do you have any clue what walking away meant for me?“

“My point is, you’re distracted, and that makes me nervous.“

“I’m a killer. And there’s no changing that, I know that, now.“

“Wow, that sounded really creepy coming out of your mouth.“

“These aren’t vampires, man. These… these are douchebags.”

“You think I came because you called? I came because of this.“

“I know how scary it is. You know what’s scarier? You right now.“

“I wanna go home. I feel like this whole place is bad-touching me.“

“Whoa, whoa, come on, man. Now I’m scarred for life! Thank you.“

“No offense, but if you don’t walk out that door, I’m going to shoot you.“

“You have no idea what’s in some people’s walls. Could eat them alive.“

“And this is… this is just going to keep happening, so, I need you to go.“

“I don’t know. You think I speak baby? Maybe he needs a diaper change.“

“I mean, I know it wasn’t greeting-card perfect, but we were in it together.“

“I mean, accidents just don’t happen accidentally…You know what I mean.”

“You call me, and I come through. Every damn time! And what do I get for it?”

“Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray to (name) to get his feathery ass down here.“

“You shove it down… and you let it come out in spurts of violence and alcoholism.“

“I know I’m going to live to regret this, but I’m officially on your team. You bastards.“

“I’ll make it out of here, trust me. And the next time you see me, I’ll be there to kill you.“

“Do me a favor, don’t scratch the wall. Trust me, you’re not going to like what happens.“

“I am trying to keep my cool here, but what are you doing in my house with a shotgun?”

“You had to know that we were coming for you sometime, pal. You can’t outrun your past.“

“You’re white-knuckling it living like this. Like what you are is some bad, awful thing. But, you’re not.“

“You’ve never been what I’d call ‘brainy’, but did you really think you were gonna get to keep all of this?”

“This is very complex. If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear?“

“When your kind first huddled around the fire, I was the thing in the dark. Now you think you can hurt me?“

“There’s not much to tell. You know, it’s– I… lived on the road. Took crap jobs that nobody else wanted.“

“Yeah, well, the guy that basically just saved the world shows up at your door, you expect him to have a couple of issues.“

“You’re a freaking child, you know that? Just because you can do what you want, doesn’t mean you get to do whatever you want.“

“I love you like my own. I do. But, sometimes… sometimes you are the whiniest, most self-absorbed sons of a bitch I ever met.“

“Okay, if you want to add glitter to that glue you’re sniffing, that’s fine, but don’t dump your whack-a-doo all over us. We’d rather not step in it.“

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“Hearts are complicated. If you have a working heart, do not speak to me.” 

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o-rusted-heart​:

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Nick’s head was shaking before she even finished her first sentence. His hand squeezed hers a little tighter, drawing her a little closer in a sort of unconscious gesture of reassurance. “No, no– that’s not it at all. Curie, I’m– I’m always gonna be reminded of things I can’t have. But what’s the point of any of it if I can’t be with the folks I care about? I’d rather get that reminder every day than avoid you.”

And he already did anyway, every morning he didn’t wake up from a refreshing sleep, every time he looked in a mirror, every time he looked at his decaying hands. 

“I’m sure you will, Curie. …Don’t worry yourself about me too much, okay? I’m sure you got things more worth your thinking power.”

Her brows furrowed as she listened to him. Every word seemed so...depressing, only made worse by the fact that it was Nick’s constant reality. His day to day. While she had gotten an upgrade Nick had remained the same, and would remain the same until there was no way of continuing his stint of living on borrowed time. 

“I wanted to be sure. I want to assist with taking care of problems, not add to them.” She responded softly. 

For a moment she just studied him, as if trying to process what he was saying. Yes, she decided, she had heard him correctly the first time. 

“I am uncertain why you believe this to be not worth my ‘thinking power’, but you are mistaken.” Her tone was more firm than normal, and after a moment the synth caught herself. 

“That was, perhaps, a bit too aggressive.” She conceded, “But my statement remains the same. I want to worry about you.” She paused, shook her head, “That was phrased wrong, but,” Why was making coherent sentences so hard sometimes? “I worry about you because I care about you, and I will continue to do so. You are more than worth my ‘thinking power’ and helping you is considerably important. You are my friend and you ‘ave done so much to assist me in...well, everything I ‘ave asked of you, I must return the favor tenfold.” 

She raised a hand, as if catching herself. “But I am not doing it out of ‘societal obligation’, but because I genuinely care. I was...rambling again, yes? Perhaps I should bring a notebook and start writing out what I intend to say so I can ‘workshop’ my thoughts into more concise statements.” 

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Apologizing for being able to transfer from a Miss Nanny to a gen 3 synth would be nothing more than an empty platitude. It would change nothing, fix no hurting, nor make Nick magically able to transfer to a body just like she. Nothing in life could ever be simple or easy, could it?

"Nick..." Curie searched for words that would offer comfort and not sound demeaning or echo what he'd likely heard before. "If being reminded of what you cannot have by 'hanging out' with me is too much, we do not have to do so. I do not want to 'rub sand in the wound'. Why did you never say anything before? I do not want to hurt your feelings."

It was a relief to have his blessing on attempting future repairs. The frown that had marred her expression was wiped away, replaced by excitement and relief. She was careful as she pulled her hands from his, instead throwing her arms around him, bouncing on her heels.

"I promise I will take the utmost caution and care with you! I will not make you regret putting trust in me."

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broadcastm​:

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    It’s of no small feat that anyone is able to walk Travis’ general vicinity without the radio host startling but Curie manages. Instead of leaping out of his skin he gives a small lift of a brow. “Oh, it’s-it’s you. I’ve seen you before.” He titters a little dying chuckle high and pitched making a grab for dirty water glass in front of to keep his hands occupied. “Not that I’ve been uh, watching you or anything. Because that would just be weird.”

  Only it was weird.  “I-it’s just–it’s just that you look familiar. That’s all.” He stammers. And if the way she regarded everything with a sense of newness on a city built in pre-war history (or the simple fact that she hadn’t just let herself in as what felt like practical tradition in Diamond City) then the company kept pegged her as hard to miss. 

   He clears his throat, jerkily rising from his seat his head sending a few loose papers fluttering to join more on the floor while his head comes dangerously close to thumping against the trailers low ceiling. “Hi. Yeah. Yes, I do have time. To spare…  sorry about the mess.” 

The host acts like he sounds over the radio: a bit here and there, scattered to a degree, or at least frazzled. Curie takes a moment to study the contents of the rusty trailer with contemplating hazel eyes, before they finally settle on the man behind the station himself. 

He’s...tall. Internally, she’s cringing at how that’s the first thing she notices about him. She’s a scientist, initially programmed to be able to take in and note a nearly endless number of even the smallest quirks and details in seconds, but now she was stuck on...’Tall’. 

“You ‘ave ‘seen me before’?” Curie repeats, caught off guard that anyone would really notice her other than the direct company she keeps. “Apologies, I cannot offer the same to you, I ‘ave only heard you on the radio. I hope that does not offend.” 

A slight smile, she hopes it doesn’t appear awkward. “I assure you, I have seen worse messes. You would not believe what places my friend takes us on our travels.” Her voice lowers, almost conspiratorially, “And they even take some of the garbage from those places and put them into their bag--and mine--on purpose! A few papers is a drastic improvement.” 

Just because she now lives--and even breathes!--in a post-apocalyptic world, it doesn’t mean she will forego the manners that seemed so important before the bomb was dropped....though she may be a tad late in officially introducing herself. 

She extends a hand, with the corners of her mouth curving upward a few degrees more. “I wanted to officially introduce myself, since I ‘ave only heard you on the radio. My name is Curie, and it is a pleasure to officially meet you, Monsieur. I was merely hoping to learn more about you and this radio station.” 

She glances down at the papers at their feet. “Are these notes for future broadcasts or perhaps current events being transcribed? And should I pick these up? I do not want to trample your hard work.”