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"I’ve been on one of those before. Y’all had an outpost out in the west coast, but that division weren’t big enough to rub two caps together, let alone fly around in a big ass whirly-bird.” Vera crossed her arms and stared up at the Vertibird. After a moment, she grinned.

“You know I stole one once from Navarro with my friend ED-E. I...I had to give it back, but for a minute, one of these puppies was mine.”

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starter for @psychotheory

“Do you play, or is that guitar more of an aesthetic choice?” Vera inquired, flopping down next to Hal. The redhead had always been able to strike up a conversation. Her mother had always called it a talent of hers. She was incredibly talkative. Not much of a talent in her brother’s eyes, but what did that slouch know? (A helluva lot.)

“I used to sing. A long time ago. Don’t know if I was ever any good since my mama was the one saying it. But! I am always willing to give an impromptu concert to those who beg for my voice. Or those who don’t beg. What I’m sayin’ is that I’ll sing for anyone, you know.”

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starter for @gxnnut​

“You cost a pretty penny, but you’re damn good with a gun kiddo.” She said, ambling out towards the Capital Wastes. She was tired of the Commonwealth, mostly because it was boring, and there was nothing to do. So, she’d hired a merc and started off.

“You talk much, or is this gonna be a long walk?”

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"Ready as I’ll ever be! So, are you excited to see the Witchcraft museum? I hope there are still some exhibits in tact! I’ve always been interested in witches, you know. Mama always said I could be one.”

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“Three Dog said you were taller, I swear,” Vera stated, looking up at the woman. She noticed a few of the scars on her face and felt a kinship with her. 

“So, how long have you been traveling with Mr. Freeze? Not too long, surely, since I haven’t seen you. Quick question, does he make you not talk on his traipsing through the wasteland or is that just with lil ole me?”

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starter for @disguisd

“You ain’t cheatin’ are you? I can’t tell with them shades on.”

Vera sat across from Deacon at Sanctuary, waiting for the Vault Baby to return from whatever they were doing. Finding their...? Kid? She couldn’t remember. She just joined up because she decided she needed a cause again. Something like that.

Now she was having a staring contest with a man with glasses. Not her brightest idea, but what could she say? She was competitive.

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Six years. It had been six years since the events at Hoover Dam, and Vera still felt numb. There were moments when she felt normal. There were even moments when she felt happy. Then, there were moments when she felt nothing at all. Like now.

Glancing down, she tried to gather up her supplies, tucking her mentats back into her pack before popping the two in her hand in her mouth. She took a swig of her purified water and screwed the cap back on. Into the bag it went.

She never let herself be sad for long. It just wasn’t in her nature. Being mad came easier, and it was never far from her mind—anger. She always had it tucked away for something good. Being in the Commonwealth was something to be mad about.

She was mostly mad at the cultural differences—the different ways of life. Here everyone was fine and happy, mostly. Though, the Brotherhood of Steel was more of a presence here. Back home, they were little more than kooks.

Above all, she was pissed that folks in the Mojave had it worse off. It was hotter down there. Shit was scarce down there. Commonwealth had robots, and New Vegas had three fucking ass hole men trying to put their dick into all the power that was New Vegas. Praise God her dick of a brother was now head honcho.

He was smarter than Vera anyway.

He always had been.