#effectivedetectivc

[lyinglantern]

@effectivedetectivc | Starter

‘ You’re a detective, right ? Can you help me find my soul ? ‘

[cottonbelles]

@effectivedetectivc

       After the initial confusion of having to be rushed out of the strange place she had awoken in, then suddenly teleported out to find herself in the ruins of an old city, the woman took to her Pip-boy to help navigate herself around the strange, concrete jungle, but unfortunately, without any real landmarks to go by, she had no idea where she was supposed to go.

       Days of wandering around and she finally found some matter of civilization-- a large, walled-in area that looked like some kind of arena with seats, and a large field that made up a shanty village. While it was civilization and no one was physically hostile, the locals weren’t very civil towards her. Comments reguarding the starch white uniform she wore and telling her she wasn’t welcome at certain businesses started wearing her down, and Cottonbelle was beginning to think she might do better off searching somewhere else.

         As it started to rain, the blue-eyed woman took cover in a small alleyway next to a pink, neon sign. She had no idea what it said, the words being far too long for her to be able to comprehend, but the heart-shape with an arrow through it led her to believe it had something to do with something risque. A sex shop? A brothel, maybe? Either way, she wasn’t going to bother to go in.

        She jumped slightly when she heard the door to it open and close, and she turned around to glance at the figure briefly. Maybe they saw her loitering and was going to tell her to leave.

         “Sorry, I’m just... trying to get out of the rain,” she said.

[thelasttejada]

@effectivedetectivc

“Yeah, sorry about her; Kle0 isn’t exactly a people person; that’s probably the pot calling the kettle black, though.”

Raul was performing the finishing touches on a previously broken HAM radio, and had only gave the man a quick glance when he walked in. When he was finished, he turned around to properly greet him, only to greet him with the look of surpise on his wrinkled, flaking face. Nick had the honor of being the first synth Raul encountered.

“My god, they do exist,” he said out loud. Indeed, for the six weeks he had been in the Commonwealth, he had heard all sorts of crazy rumors about a mysterious group the locals called the Institute and their synths, androids that ranged from skeletal android figures to impossible to tell from humans. The ghoul, of course, had never encountered one, and simply thought it was some rumor that got way out of hand, but it seemed that, like most rumors, it had some truth behind it.

“Err, sorry about that, boss,” he said, “but unless my old eyes are playing tricks on me again, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone like you before. Are you one of those uh, what do you call ‘em? Synths?”

[waitingfcrtomorrow-a]

someone: [swears in front of liv]

nick, covering up her ears with his hands, looking shocked and offended: Excuse me? U watch ur mouth ur in the presence of a CHILD

livvy: wait what the fuck did he say?

[synthvictoriam]

@effectivedetectivc

“You… don’t supposed we could just start over, no hard feelings?”

The question took far too much effort to ask, honestly. But the attempt to make right by the other synth also seemed like quite a stretch - Danse having been so infuriatingly abrasive and prejudiced when he spoke to Nick before. He wouldn’t be surprised if forgiveness was withheld.

Still, following the query, Danse offered the Detective a hand.

[boysrbackintown-blog]

@effectivedetectivc liked for a STARTER.

        Half drunk, quarter high with a full smile, Hancock laid on his couch taking a blissful breath. Only thing missing was someone to point a gun at his head and it would be perfect. Not really a deathwish, he was just fucking bored with the surroundings. He stretched and reached for the bottle of... something on his table. He almost wished that Bobbi was still around, just for the occasional bought of excitement. A sloppy mouthful of whatever he had in front of him and he was up standing again, walking around the room bottle in hand. Maybe he should go start a brawl? Yeah, that was a great idea, make sure he still had it and kill some of the boredom. He chuckled to himself, grabbing his hat and turning to leave when he heard the sound of a Zippo closing.

                                "Nicky. What can I do for the Dick?"

[gahoual]

effectivedetectivc replied to your post “ok, but honestly, can we talk for a sec about how fucking terrifying...”

I can't remember which ghoul says it, but one of them makes a comment about waking up to find your facial features got left behind on your pillow, and I STILL get a sick lurch in my stomach when I think about it.

yeah, i remember that line, too, and that definitely influenced my headcanons a bit. that would be so freaky to wake up to. just... chunks of rotting flesh on your pillow that came from your own face. or reaching up to scratch an itch and coming away with a handful of decaying skin. turning into a ghoul is not pretty business, and it must’ve been even worse for pre-war ghouls who had no idea what was even happening to them.

[thebxckup-archive]

@effectivedetectivc | x

“You could say that. It’s nothing like what I’m used to, that’s for sure.” Just take him for example. There was never such a thing as a synth before. Not that she was personally aware of, anyway. And as extremely strange as this Nick Valentine (where did she know that name) was, he was the most civil person(?) Nora had met thus far.

“You’ll have to show me around one of these days so I can meet some.”