#moraypower001

[atomsurvived]

@moraypower

Radiation is terrifyingly strange! It's done all manner of untold destruction to Boston as he knew it, and to the people that used to live there, thanks in no small part to Vault-Tec. But he's met plenty of ghouls ( and one supermutant ) thus far that have survived the effects, thriving afterwards. Who knew one of the possible side-effects was turning into a squid-thing? Seemed right out of a fantasy novel ( or maybe an issue of The Unstoppables ). Dogmeat didn't seem placated at all, and barked madly Frye, who didn't seem much like a threat to Nate. "Hey, hey, chill!"

Nate got between Frye and Dogmeat, stepping back to force Dogmeat a few paces. Dogmeat sat and growled obediently, ears flat and snout forwards. It's never been much of a problem, Dogmeat's protectiveness, but Nate just wished there was a bit of an off-switch for that. Perhaps it was the setting that put him off. And it wasn't like Frye was emitting any radiation, if Nate's pip-boy was to be trusted; while it has been eerily silent for a while now, Nate didn't want to jump to any conclusions. Perhaps it was the distance from the Glowing Sea that made it so silent.

"I'm sorry for him, we've just never encountered anybody that's like..." Looks like you sounded a bit rude, so he let it hang in the air. "Can I make it up to you? I haven't got any caps on me, but I could probably help you out with something if you needed. Like, uh, clearing out some raiders for you?"

[cityburns]

@moraypower drew THE QUEEN OF WANDS a magnetic presence and the ability to inspire and lead others with your enthusiasm and charisma.

Samurai! Samurai! Samurai! Some part of himself missed it. The cheering crowd during a gig well-done. The free drinks at bars when he used to have decent rapport with them. Silverhand, woo! Don't get him wrong, being a rockerboy was probably one of the worst things to happen to him. But man, is it an ego boost, to have a crowd of people hanging on his every word, to have people flock to his attention. It hasn't been that way in over fifty years, and it's not going to be like that here in Spirale, but a man can reminisce ( and keep up his bad habits ).

"Silverhand. Don't wear it out." There was a small crowd by now, as Johnny slung his guitar over his shoulder haphazardly. Most people left, but there was a small number of people sticking around. Wanting to get to know him. It felt like little time had passed since he used to play in dingy little holes-in-the-wall. Johnny decided to stick around for a bit, hoping that he'd get some free drinks out of the trouble. And he was not disappointed, for it took very little time to get someone to dish out the Dust for him.

He set the guitar down, a worn-down DeLuze Orphean, stickers on it peeling off with age. "What, are you looking for an autograph? Nah. I don't do those."