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Eliana.

She wordlessly followed Acheron to the tree, shoulders slumped forward. They longer they searched for their dad, the more Eliana was convinced that it was forever going to be a fruitless endeavor. And what then? Could they find someplace to settle out in the wasteland? As she thought, her twin’s words went mostly ignored. It was only his question that returned her to the present.

“Hm? Oh – yeah, I think so,” she responded, sliding her backpack off of her slim shoulders. She allowed it to hit the ground with a thunk near the base of the tree, nudging it a bit closer to him with her foot. “Should we rest here? It seems pretty open. What if there are raiders?”

He gives a slight non committal grunt as he reaches out, pulling the bag toward him and rifling through it. He pauses only to turn on the light of his PipBoy to get a better look inside. He begins to pull out different parts that he’s estimating he might need. It could be any number of things wrong with it, but his guesses were usually right. He turns the light off and turns to his gun, rifling through his own bag for a few tools that will help him make the repairs.

❛ While I acknowledge your concerns, I have doubts we’ll run into any for a few moments. I just need to get this fixed and then we can find somewhere else if you’re uncomfortable here. I’d rather not be caught with this thing busting in the middle of a firefight. It costs time to grab another weapon, and time is important in fights. ❜ As he speaks he’s already taking apart the gun and examining parts, setting two pieces aside that he deems busted.

❛ I have faith in your spotting abilities either way. Beyond that, most Raiders hang about their encampments if our travels so far taught me anything. I don’t see anything near enough to worry me right now. ❜

#wandercr #☢┆「ɪ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴᴡᴀʀᴅs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ」( ic. )#☢┆「ᴍʏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇʟᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ」( capital wastes. )#{i have a feeling i am gonna love these two a lot}

Adam.

[ ☢ ] —- - Adam immediately looks up when someone comes across his path, feet showing from the corner of his vision while he stared at his pipboy. He starts to speak up and ask what their intentions are, but his questions are answered soon after.

An interesting thing, coming across another Vault Dweller. So far, he’s met a diverse plethora of people, none of them like himself; none Vault Dwellers. Although he’s learned by now, not all Dwellers are pre-war like himself, it still makes him a little sad. Knowing that he’s the odd one out in all of this.

So, when Acheron greets him, he can’t help but feel a little bit of excitement. He reaches out and shakes his hand.

〝Ah, I’m sorry. I wish I could say it did. I came out of my vault not too long ago, and haven’t really travelled all that far. My name’s Adam, by the way. Pleasure to meet you. If you could help me, I… I’d be really grateful. Thank you.〞

〝You don’t… you don’t mind if I ask you some questions about stuff around here, do you?〞

A light, friendly laugh comes from Acheron at the response. He’s hardly surprised that Adam is willing to take up on the offer he’s given. Acheron himself would have taken up on it if he’d had someone come offer him help when he first took his steps into the Capital Wasteland. What a hell that turned out to be at first. Living in shelter his entire life couldn’t prepare him for most of what faced him out there ( although by far he considers the Enclave-controlled Deathclaws the worst - that was a horror story when he first encountered one ).

❛ Pleasure to meet you as well, Adam. ❜

There’s a stroke of sympathy Acheron feels for Adam. He’s a fish out of water, as far as Acheron is concerned. He can only imagine what experiment the poor guy was a part of. Acheron was lucky with the one he was added into - his wasn’t horrific. But he’s seen enough Vaults to understand the grand majority were crimes against nature.

❛ Like I said, I’d be more than happy to give you a hand. I know firsthand that walking out into the wasteland after being in a Vault can be hellish. I have no sympathy for Vault-Tec for what they did to the inhabitants of their Vaults. I almost hesitate to inquire what your Vault was like. I’ve walked through enough of them to know they’re almost worse than what the wasteland can throw at you. ❜

❛ I do have to come clean to you before we start that I am not from the Commonwealth. I’ve recently arrived here, but if my travelling has taught me anything it’s that not much changes across the wastes danger-wise. To an extent. But I’ve come to realize I’m a quick learner. There’s not much I can’t handle anymore. ❜

❛ Originally, I came from the Capital Wasteland. DC and all that. I’ve also been down to the Mojave, and my travels have lead me all the way here. Those are the biggest points of my travel record, if any of it means anything to you right now. Other than that, I should be more than able to help with whatever you need. ❜

#solasuperstes #☢┆「ɪ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴᴡᴀʀᴅs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ」( ic. )#☢┆「ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇʀ」( commonwealth. )#{ayy vault dwellers stickin it out together B) }

@wandercr ♥’d.

How much longer was it going to take them to locate their father? A sigh passes Acheron as he stops, reaching out to tap his twin’s shoulder to indicate they should take a rest. It’s a long way to Rivet City as far as he’s concerned and he’d much rather take a break and try to repair some of his weapons. His assault rifle was giving him problems in their last fight, he was lucky to escape it with minor injuries. Nothing a stimpack didn’t cover for.

❛ I have to check my rifle. And we’ve been traveling for way too long, I think we need to take a break. I know it’s important we find dad but it’ll do none of us any good if you and I are too tired to help him in whatever he’s doing when we find him. ❜ He eases himself down by a tree, pulling his assault rifle forward and frowning upon inspection of the gun. ❛ You got the extra parts still? I think I might need to replace something here. ❜

#wandercr #☢┆「ɪ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴᴡᴀʀᴅs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ」( ic. )#☢┆「ᴍʏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇʟᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ」( capital wastes. )#{twins!!!!!}

cocsasuggestion

i had to grow up before i was supposed to

#☢┆「ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴀɴᴅ」( study. )#{t b h}

@fingerslost ♥’d.

He didn’t expect to be approached by anyone. In Acheron’s mind, he’s really a nobody. Sure, sometimes Three Dog talked about him on GNR, but it wasn’t too often. It’s not like he was famous or anything. He was just a kid from Vault 101. A kid who had just lost his father and picked up a dog. He’d been taking his time to rest, with Dogmeat’s head on his lap where he was scratching the canine’s ears, when he was approached. Slowly he raises his gaze to the visitor ( of whom Dogmeat seemed rather unconcerned with, meaning there was no danger ) and questions his intentions.

❛ Did you need something? I’m a little preoccupied as of late. I’m not very likely to accept work unless a substantial amount of caps are on the table. ❜

#fingerslost #☢┆「ɪ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴᴡᴀʀᴅs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ」( ic. )#☢┆「ᴍʏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇʟᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ」( capital wastes. )#{for some reason tumblr wont let me @ you properly djkshg}#{n e ways lmk if you need this changed or anything!!}

@solasuperstes ♥’d.

He’d come a long way from where he started, chasing whispers now among the Brotherhood about the possibility of moving Liberty Prime here. Acheron wanted to be there for it, to see Liberty Prime walk again. That had been his original goal, but as he’s beginning to accept - things change. Drastically and quickly. Such was the case when his wanderings bring him across someone who wears the all too familiar jump suit. Acheron doesn’t hesitate, approaching the other and stopping in front of them.

❛ From a Vault, are you? I can sympathize. ❜ He offers his hand, a sign of peaceful greeting. ❛ Name’s Acheron. Also known to many as the Lone Wanderer. Eventually that title might mean something to you, but I doubt it does now. I came from a Vault myself. Been ten years since I first stepped out. If you want a bit of a guide, I can help you for a while. ❜

#solasuperstes #☢┆「ɪ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴᴡᴀʀᴅs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ」( ic. )#☢┆「ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇʀ」( commonwealth. )#{hope this works for you!!}

@desertbled ♥’d.

❛ You look like you could use this. ❜

Maybe it’s one of his last bottles of purified water, but he’s not above giving it out to those who need it. After all, his run in with Moira Brown had left him with a particular mutation that made excess radiation helpful to him. It’s not like he’ll go advertising that fact, but it helps in the decision to hand things away that aren’t infected with radiation.

#desertbled #☢┆「ɪ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴᴡᴀʀᴅs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ」( ic. )#☢┆「ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ғᴇʟʟᴀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ sᴀɪᴅ; ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ」( mojave. )

bvrnedman replied to your post: let’s do a starter call! i will use whatever verse...

can i get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sTARTER for desertbled or solasuperstes?? (ur pick tbh)

my friend, i could do both if you’d like tbh! :D

#bvrnedman #☢┆「ɴᴜᴋᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴀ! ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sʜᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ᴀss.」( out. )

@corioer ♥’d.

He’d not been long in the Mojave, only recently parting with the caravan he’d traveled with that had been bringing purified water all the way from Project Purity. Spread the water, spread the news he supposed. The Lone Wanderer as he was beginning to learn his title was finally stepping far outside his home territory, with nothing to really tie him down he really did become what his title would suggest.

The only reason he was caring to make a stop and stick around was the rumors of someone, a courier, who’d been shot in the head and lived to tell the tale slowly taking the Mojave by storm. Perhaps it reminded him of his own journey back when he was only nineteen ( god he was young when he took the burden of the world on his shoulders wasn’t he? ). He’s been not a week into the Mojave before he makes contact with someone who matches the description; in fact he spots her from a ridge engaged in combat against Raiders. A fight she was winning, but it doesn’t stop him from pulling out his sniper rifle and laying down with it, handing off his assistance.

He only bothers to come down from his position and start walking toward her when the danger has been all but decimated between the two of them. It’s time to meet the person he’s sure is the one he’s been hearing so much about. It’s all he can do to hope that the fact he’s missing the helmet to the Enclave’s power armor is enough to let her know he’s not one of them ( although they don’t seem to really have a presence here, so he’s hardly worried about it ). He approaches her, easing his weapon onto his back, giving a wave in her direction. A way to let her know he means no harm. When he’s finally within speaking distance, he does so.

❛ You wouldn’t happen to be the courier I keep hearing so much about, would you? ❜

#corioer #☢┆「ɪ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴᴡᴀʀᴅs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ」( ic. )#☢┆「ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ғᴇʟʟᴀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ sᴀɪᴅ; ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ」( mojave. )#{don't feel like you need to match djhsdg}#{i got a lil carried away b u t.}

let’s do a starter call! i will use whatever verse fits your muse so don’t worry about that! if you want a specific verse, reply with what you want instead of liking!

#☢┆「ɴᴜᴋᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴀ! ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sʜᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ᴀss.」( out. )#☢┆「ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ」( starter call. )#{i have verses for all 3 fallouts and then one for overwatch}#{check my verses tab for info!!!}