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[cottonbelles]

starter for @unfortunatedarling

【💣】— ❝YUNAE, YUNAE, I think I found something.❞ The amnesiac ELF ushered the HUMAN over, having just finished bathing the blood of her enemies off, her back facing them and a finger over their tailbone, where a name written in fancy caligraphy was tattooed just above her butt.

———-> ❝I think my real name is ENVER.❞

[cottonbelles]

@never-a-trace​ finally replying to this ask.

【 💣 】— That was a good question… what was she expecting? She remembered visions... dreams of a man who would come to her aid in the nick of time when she felt all was lost, but those visions had been, more or less, disillusions of grandeur. Tall, mysterious, handsome, and encased in a holy light, wielding a revolver of sorcery that felled her opponents in one blow.

     Instead, the reality of that vision was a simple, plain-looking man in a trench coat who had absolutely no business wearing in the dry heat of the desert.

        “I dunno, figured when I picked you out you’d be a bit more uh, show-offy, I guess? I hardly ever use VATS anyway.” Just what in the hell was she talking about?

[cottonbelles]

@wastedinawasteland​

【 💣 】— “Well helloooo there, ex-husband~” Cotton curled her arm up and gave a limp-wristed wave, wiggling her fingers comically. Was a rather huge coincidence, running into the same man here, of all places; she thought she had seen the last of him that fateful night when they annulled their drunkenly-induced marriage together.

         “So what brings you here to scenic... nowhere?” She asked him.

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@broadcastm​

【 💣 】— The woman gave the nervous man a bright smile, in an attempt to seem less threatening than he supposedly interpreted her to be; that was why he was stuttering like that, right? 

     Why he would be nervous, she had no clue. Diamond City had to be about the safest place in the Commonwealth, with its own security force and a thick wall to keep invaders and wild animals out, she couldn’t think of a reason why folks would have any reason to be skittish. Life out in the wastes tended to desensitize you to any kind of danger that would be lurking around in such a safe city.

       “Is there something I can do for you?” She asked. 

[cottonbelles]

@tread-the-bear​

【 💣 】— While Boone had been busy looking out downhill of their campfire, the courier had found an old wine bottle with some scrap of paper in it. And, subsequently, got her finger stuck in the thin-mouthed bottle.

      Not wanting to cause alarm at first, she tried to remove it herself, but her tugging and wiggling about proved futile. After a few moments of quietly making the attempt herself, she finally piped up to break the sniper’s concentration.

      “Heyy, Boone,” she whined, “I need some help, my finger’s stuck and I do NOT want to lose another one.”

[cottonbelles]

@partloss​ for Codsworth

【 💣 】— “Hey uh...” Cotton was always cautious when approaching robots of any kind, be they as mild as a Miss Nanny or as vicious as an Assaultron. Much like people, they were unpredictable and prone to violence, but unlike people, it was often due to a malfunctioning and not a moral failing... Huh, then again, maybe it was people she should be more cautious around, now that she thought about it.

        “Can you... I mean... you’re uh,” what was the word? “...Cognitive, right?” That was it, good job, Cotton. “Can you help me?”

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@royalmuses​ said:

“You watch my behind, and I’ll watch yours.” - Twig

 【 💣 】— “Oh, I’ll be watching that behind, alright.” Now was hardly the time to be making sexual innuendos at the vault dweller, seeing as what kind of predicament they were in.

        “With how big yours is, it’d be hard not to!” Oh, maybe it was a fat joke, not a sex joke.

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@royalmuses​

【 💣 】— “Ma’am. There’s a ghoul on the Casino floor claiming to know you.” The securitron unit spoke.

        The courier was sitting on the bed of the Penthouse, staring through the newly-cleaned window at the streets of the Strip below. The initial looting riots that started up when she decided to remove the credit check had died down a month ago, and now that the uneasy anarchy had been quelled, the expansion of the Strip, namely low-income housing and medical centers, were now being guarded by only a mere percentile of the massive securitron army while the construction workers continued about their business.

    “Pretty sure a lot of ghouls know me,” she said, thoughtfully chewing a mentat. They had been a godsend since she won the Hoover Dam battle-- they, along with the council of Mojave settlement leaders she had annointed, gave her the insight and unlocked potential wisdom that Benny’s gunshot had once blocked off.  “They give you a name?”

“A Dean Domino.”

     There was a brief look on her face-- a mixture of disbelief and slight anxiousness, but it soon passed as she let out a retching sound and coughed out a glob of blood into the nearby trashcan.

         “Should I send him away, ma’am?”

       “No... No, I’ll talk to him. Tell the unit speaking to him to inform him he should come up to the Cocktail lounge and I’ll meet him there.”