“Please, just stop talking.” <- I should probably clarify that's for anyone my bad.
I was inspired to do something with my Lone Wanderer and Deacon because I can see the two of them getting along like fire and gasoline. (And they’re just as explosive. :P) Enjoy!
A bullet lodged in the wall behind her. The raider who had fired the shot fell dead at her feet, the shotgun in her hands smoking. Blowing a piece of her oily hair from her face, Cady Corbett adjusted the sunglasses on her nose and continued through the old house. The floorboards creaked with each step she took, her gun ready for the next enemy to approach.
“Does this place give you the horror movie vibe? No? Just me then.” Deacon, her partner on this mission, whispered from somewhere behind her.
Cady bit her lip to keep from laughing and continued forward, trying to ignore the spy. It proved difficult.
“Hey, look! Dirty, motheaten clothes. Complete with their own decaying bodies. On sale for a limited time.”
Cady turned to see what he was referencing. The pile of bodies that the Super Mutants had recently mutilated lay at his feet. The words were the complete opposite of his expression. His face had twisted in disgust at the smell and he moved to her side.
“Deacon?” She whispered, knowing that raiders were in the next room, waiting to be picked off.
“Please, just stop talking. You are making this very difficult.” Cady smirked as he titled his sunglasses down, his eyes looking at her in the dark. “Stop.”
“I’m not doing anything, Cate. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Deacon walked forward, his gun in front of him.
Cady rolled her eyes, but smiled. Deacon was a handful, but to be honest, he was her favorite Railroad partner. He definitely made things interesting. She’d follow him almost anywhere and that kinda scared her. Deacon was the type to stir up trouble, but if she was honest with herself, his kind of trouble was always worth it.