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With Fallout 76 coming out I gotta pull some bullshit excuse out of my ass to make Gears into a god damn vaulty. Or on the onset of becoming a ghoul as a bitch would when you’re gross in the wasteland.

#[ ooc ] post af;

So I finally added a ғᴀʀ ᴄʀʏ 𝟻 verse.

Ya’ll can look at.

Because Gears is ready for Hope County.

Yeeeeeee

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#A PSA; [ trash kid does things ]#[ ooc ] post af;#ADDED A VERSE YA'LL THAT ISN'T FALLOUT SOMEONE CALL DA POLICE

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#this counts as an aesthetic #just somethin' i tend t'do; [ headcanons ]

Now once she’d seemed to have melted a bit into hopefully the liquor, it gave the opportunity for the Operators member to continue to work quietly on fixing up her wounds in the neatest way he could. Which was.. Decently neat.

Now the Geiger counter at her wrist blipping away which Gears actively ignored because if he lost his focus then chances are she’d end up with a really shitty prison-eque tattoo that would do her no justice.

“Alriiight, now we’re just gonna close this big ol’ owwie and push all that people stuffing right back into that damn hidey hole it came outta..” The raider spoke to himself, hands diligently working still as her arm began to take form into--.. You guessed it, an arm.

#spokesperson for nuka world; [ thread ]#prewarprincess

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#ain't needin' no mirror; [ visage ]#gifset

But could she really complain? Like really, she came to him of all people who really never had the reputation to be serious with the exception of when he hung around the Disciples and started arguments with them. Although Gears hoped the liquor would help settle her concerns and even make her a bit drunk so he didn’t feel so damn uncomfortable by her being here.

Sure, he’d had visitors.. Though with Princess he’d never imagine they’d actually get to hanging out, even if she was severely injured in this instance.

“What?” The raider replied as she stared back at him with some stupid expression he didn’t exactly comprehend. What what the big deal? He was just saying it’d be better to get some real medical attention once he’d stitch her up! “I’ll do find. But I dunno, some of this requires some serious shit.” Gears continued, grabbing a hold of her mangled arm and trying to piece flesh to flesh in some gory puzzle in an attempt to stitch her back together.

#spokesperson for nuka world; [ thread ]#prewarprincess

As the woman got comfortable in her pain and now liquor, he went ahead to observe her wounds with a wrinkled nose. Yeah, it was pretty fucked up looking and there was no chance he was going to be able to do it without stimpaks.. In all regards, he did know how to it was just a pain in the ass.

“So ya’ were being stupid, got it.” The raider was nonchalant as he spoke, setting down the bandages and gathering another bottle of liquor, thread, and a hefty needle. Bein’ fixed up wasn’t going to be a cake walk for her in the slightest.

“I’m gonna needa suggest ya’ get an actual.. Medic type t’fix whatever I do. Cause it ain’t gonna heal pretty.” Was all he had to offer in terms of advice, anything else would have just been weird scoffs and a few bits of swearing here and there. No in the meantime he opted to work on her clearly mangled arm, working as gently as he could as he poured the bottle of vodka over the wound to clean it.

#spokesperson for nuka world; [ thread ]#prewarprincess

The man didn’t take into account that she’d been whining, or that she was even being maybe a bit pathetic. No, she was hurt and whatever, he could understand that and as much of a bastard as he was, he didn’t want to be that bastard.

“Listen, you’re gonna be fine.” It was a half hearted reassurance, mostly to fill the air with something besides her whining as he hunted around the small home for bandages and more traditional means of healing.. Considering he’d sold all the chems he’d had.

“So how did ya’ manage to fuck up this bad? Honestly, don’t tell me no heroic shit.” Gears spoke as he grabbed his bottle of whisky and handed it over to her while his other hand remained occupied by bandages. Hopefully the alcohol would aid in dulling the pain, even if it wouldn’t totally get rid of it.

#spokesperson for nuka world; [ thread ]#prewarprincess

“Safer than what, exactly? Like outside?”

Like honestly, the raider would consider his home to be the least safest place in Nuka World considering ghouls on occasion found their way in or the occasional radroach.. Or just a member of the Pack breaking in for some stupid as hell reasoning.

Though once he’d given her rather disturbing wounds a once over, and finally ending the makeshift examination with direct eye contact filled with tears.. He caved a bit. Whatever. Sure. She was in pain, he felt a little bad. Just a little, nothing worth reporting to the whole population of Nuka World over.

“Dammit-.. Fine. Whatever. I’ll help ya’. But you’re gonna owe me caps for this. Like the same amount of caps that equal what you weigh.” Because Gears still can’t exactly do math, and has no intention of learning. But once he finished speaking, he put an arm around the woman to gesture her towards a distressed couch hiding in the corner of the room. “Sit.”

#spokesperson for nuka world; [ thread ]#prewarprincess

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Now in the middle of the night the raider had barely much to do, at least in a productive sense of the phrase considering being for the Operators was by no means difficult. They were posh, and a bit stuck up but their jobs were simple, to the point, and hardly required effort.

Gears laid in his makeshift bed if anyone would consider a pile of old seat cushions a bed, stirring slightly at the sound of a woman’s voice and pounding at the door. “Yep. I hear ya’.” He groaned annoyingly, pulling his torso from his comfortable position and moving towards the door in annoyance. Who would even be knocking this late? As if he had a bedtime.

But as the male opened his door, he’d see only the rosy haired woman he’d run into more than a few times standing limply against his doorway.

“Are ya’ dying or something?” Was the only useful thing he could question before stepping aside and doing his gentle best to lead the woman further into the makeshift home and using his booted foot to close the door behind her. “M’not exactly a doctor, ya’know.”

#prewarprincess #spokesperson for nuka world; [ thread ]

“Listen, when I was little ya’ coulda got away with calling yourself my ‘pappy’ but now it’s a lil different, Ol’ man.”

“Plus are ya’ just never gonna age or what? Somethin’ about bein’ locked in some ice box got ya’ youthful forever or somethin?” Of course it’d been quite some time since the pair had seen one another, but that bit of resentment for the lost second-rate father figure he had still lingered. Just like Gears, to be butthurt and not have an actual reason besides possibly missing the man.