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Independant in-character Fallout 4 RP blog for Katrin "Moxie" Leifs

[simplescavenger-blog]

It takes only a short moment for the door to open. Kurt had been in the middle of getting ready, half of his light leather armor already on. Upon seeing her he freezes, his heart skipping a beat.

There she was, like a heroine stepped right out of a Grognak comic, completed with the biggest sword he’s ever seen. If not for the bleak backdrop of Diamond City shacks it was like he had opened door to an alternative universe. She looked like a true Valkyrie.

A little weak at knees Kurt finally finds his voice. ”Hey. I, I mean, good morning. I’d, uh, invite you in but,” he gestures at her armored person, ”it’s kinda cramped in here.”

”I’ll be ready in a moment anyway.” Leaving the door open he goes back to strapping on the last pieces of his armor. Deft fingers working swiftly it doesn’t take long to don on knee pads and vambraces.

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Moxie greeted Kurt with a smile and a wave. “Okay! Don’t be long. If there is anything in that place you told me about I don’t want to give it time to wake up.”

She waited patiently outside as Kurt got ready, peeking in occasionally to see what he put on. Knee pads? Snipers got on their knees sometimes, right? Hildur would have made a nasty joke about that. She made a face to herself and turned ahead again.

“What do you expect to find, anyway? Something valuable? Food, maybe? I have tried the things that come out of boxes already. They don’t taste very good.”

[simplescavenger-blog]

”Oh.” He remembers Moxie talking about fighting other villages over land earlier. That, and how her way of thinking was deemed dangerous. Their loss, Kurt thinks haughtily.

”So, back when you were young, what made you choose to get trained to fight? Did you get inspired by your dad or elder brother maybe?”

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“Oh, no. My fathers didn’t like fighting very much. But I wanted to be someone useful, and I wanted to help protect my people as best I could.” She put a hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “I trained for years to get as good as I am now. Every day, no rest. They taught me how to turn my body into a weapon.” Then she gave his shoulder a little squeeze. “It was painful and grueling, but you would be surprised what the human body can endure.”

[storsverd-blog]

How do I get swole?

“Do you mean ‘swollen?’ I guess you could get beat up. That usually makes people swollen. Though I would not recommend it!”

[dirtyredbandana]

// What’s up bitches!! This is the RP blog for my Fallout OC, Skeeter Maccabee - it’s been a while since I’ve RPed officially but I love writing in my free time, so I’m eager to start again. Hit me with your best shot! I promise I’ll try to not suck TOO bad. Or maybe I will! We’ll see! Send me a message if you wanna cook something up :-) I can do script and paragraph, but I way prefer paragraph. Skeeter mostly hangs out around Goodneighbor, but has also been spotted in the surrounding city playing for tips and poking around for stuff to sell. Approach with caution, she’s wary of strangers! //

[somewherethatswarm-blog]

((-burns-))

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How do you prepare yourself every day to work with the Valkyries?

“It depends what we are doing! I like to train every morning to warm up, but if we have to do any fighting or guarding I wake up a little earlier to make lunches for everyone. And everything else is standard! Like checking armor and supplies, making sure my weapon is sharpened, going through plans with the other girls. I imagine that’s how most groups operate.”

[inboxideas]

Ask my character for advice on something.

Relationship, health and body, money and investments, handyman, deep philosophical quandaries to dumb trivia—anything goes!

[storsverd-blog]

(( hey y’all its your friend mel!! im not dead i’m just taking munday as an opportunity to say that school has been kicking my butt which is why i’ve been sticking to rp replies more than interacting with other people on the dash. i wanna get more active when things settle down but for now expect......... more of this nonsense. thanks for reading!!! ))

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@simplescavenger

Moxie was more than prepared for a day of scavenging with Kurt, but if she knew anything about the Wasteland it was to expect the unexpected. She entered Diamond city with a big sword strapped to her back, armor heavier than what she typically wore, and a basket full of tasty food for her and her new friend to share for lunch.

Hildur teased her about it when they found her that morning, up before the sun rose so she could bake for the two of them. Moxie wasn’t having any of it. What’s wrong with two friends exploring together and potentially killing a few guys? She did that all the time!

Quietly, she walked around the little aisles of shacks she saw the day before until she found Kurt’s door, and she gave it a little knock. The city was much quieter this time of day; part of her wondered if he’d even be up yet.

[putfueltofire-blog]

“It is! I was a bean when I was a kid,” Jensin supplied, gesturing like he was explaining something small. “That reminds me, though. When I was little I read a lot of geography books. You said ‘Icelandic’ earlier – isn’t that country in the middle of the ocean? You must come from a very old family!”

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“We do! Most of us, anyway. But where we come from doesn’t matter much since we share the same culture.” Moxie rested her chin on her hand, and Brynja scooted a little closer to listen to their conversation. “Do you know where your ancestors are from, Jensin? They could be from Iceland, for all you know!”

[simplescavenger-blog]

”Really?” He sounds surprised. ”But- why? Like, what kinda enemy is so abundant that everyone needed to fight it? And what happened to it when some people didn’t fight it anymore? And-” Questions, so much questions rose in his mind. Snapping shut his mouth Kurt figures he ought to give Moxie turn to answer even one of them before asking more.

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She doesn’t seem annoyed by the questions at all, but she has to think before answering. “Hm... Most of the time we were fighting other people. It started out that way, you know, dispute over who got which land, and that still went on when I lived there. I didn’t like it. I thought there could be another way. Not a lot of people agreed with that...” She scratches the back of her neck. “And those who did left along with me.”

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Jensin slapped his hand off of his thigh and laughed. “Icelandic for ‘beefcake’? What a flattering language, haha!”

He leaned back, smiling. “It takes a lot of food and a stable diet, though. There was never much meat to eat where I grew up, so it has never been a very difficult transition.”

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“You do look like you eat a lot.” Moxie looked like she didn’t mean any offense by the comment; she ate a lot too, after all. “That is curious, living a place where there isn’t much meat. You get much more protein from eating animals than you do from vegetables.”

“Yeah! But it worked fine for him!” Hildur reached out to poke one of Jensin’s beefy arms.

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SELF KNOWLEDGE QUESTIONNAIRE.

tagged by: @diamondcityrough

tagging: @outerbailey @simplescavenger @southiesfavoriteson and anyone else who wants to do it!!!

SENSITIVITY

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

PLAYFULNESS

You are good at seeing what’s funny, at relaxing and finding the pleasure of the moment. Play is random, whimsical, fantasy-driven behaviour which releases internal tension. Because it is detached from some pressures it allows you to act on weirder, perhaps neglected, parts of yourself. The downside is that it is no help in sticking with things that are not much fun but which need to be addressed. So it is well complemented by its opposite, Stoicism.

RESILIENCE

You have a tendency, after a setback, to turn your emotions towards restriving. What attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action – overcoming weakness, repressing your fear. Because part of your motive is pride, you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid. But at heart, tour insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism: you know that important journeys are never easy.

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While observing her foot, and it truly is impressive, Kurt muses out loud, ”You live for fighting…”

”How did you start fighting? Did you just,” he makes a motion of grabbing a pole arm and hacking with it, ”pick something up and realize it fit your hand right?”

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“Ha! No. But that used to be how everyone was expected to live. Maybe it still is!” She smiles and settles Kurt’s arm with a gentle hand. “There was a time where everyone in our village fought, but we realized that people had other purposes that could help everyone survive. So we all trained to do different things. I was trained to kill. Efficiently, and honorably. It’s seen as an honor.”

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“Usually I get food from settlers. Buy it or a lot of the time they’ll give me food in return for stuff I do for ‘em. I’m not picky, but my heart’s there for fresh vegetables,” Jensin explained, his voice rumbling in the pleasant way it did when he wasn’t around raiders. “Being said, I don’t eat meat if I can help it, so, uh, apologies if that messes up any dinner plans!”

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“No, we weren’t planning on eating any meat tonight,” Moxie assured him. Planning, as if they spontaneously would, but as far as she was concerned anything was possible. “The farmers we help pay us in food, most of the time. Or let us sleep on real beds.”

“You don’t eat meat?” Hildur asked incredulously. She looked Jensin up and down, then scoffed. “He’s lying.”

“Oh, come off it.”

“Did you know? Yensin is Icelandic for ‘beefcake.’”

“It is not!”

[lawfulswampy]

this is the first brush ive felt confident about using in photoshop

[simplescavenger-blog]

Sudden curtain of blond hair obscuring half his sight takes him by surprise. Mouth slightly ajar Kurt looks up at her over his glasses, in an instant forgetting what he was about to say.

”Y-yeah,” he mumbles faintly and clears throat to answer properly, ”yeah! And I’ll be okay, don’t you worry.” It’s not an outright lie. In his books okay means there’s plenty of handholds until he gets inside, where he can let go of his pride and scoot backwards on the floor without anyone seeing.

[storsverd-blog]

At first Moxie squints at him, then shrugs and smiles, standing back to her full, excessive height. “If you say so! Please be careful.” Then she gives him a little wave, turns, and navigates her way out of the tiny huddle of buildings and eventually back out of the diamond, excited about the next day’s plans.