#raidersworn

[wandercr-archive-blog]

@raidersworn

        Shit. Eliana eyed the raider carefully, her gaze calm and measured. Low on ammunition and limping from a previous injury, she was in no hurry to fling herself into another spat. “You leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone,” she spoke levelly, her hands hovering near her chest. Having her rifle at the ready didn’t matter, anyway --- - it was currently empty, the few fusion cells she had left clinked together in her bag. Should have reloaded earlier.

[wastecreed]

❛ I’m not a bad guy, I’m just doing my job. ❜

DJANGO UNCHAINED SENTENCE STARTERS || SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING 

             ❝   Never said you were. Ruthless, maybe, but…if it gets the job done.    ❞  A haphazard shrug sunders the sentiment in brevity; there’s a minute shake of her head which prefaces the shift in tone.  ❝   You’re not gonna catch me moralising about a bunch'a supermutants. Long as they ain’t shootin’ at us any more, you can do what you want, sound good?   ❞  

[cowardlyneedle-blog]

❤️

send me ❤️ if you think my OC is good enough to be canon!

oh man thank you!! haha omg im a bit overwhelmed tbh, especially that rpers of your calibre think so :^)

[cowardlyneedle-blog]

“ do you think psycho would work on a dog? ”

❝ Don’t bring animals into substance abuse. They’re unwilling in it. They don’t understand what’s going on.

Plus, the prospect of an attack dog on Psycho just made me pee in my pants a lil.  ❞

[ichorimbibed-blog]

be NCH PRESS ME

                sighs and benchpresses the tiny woman

[lyoniiisms]

[ raidersworn​ ]

WHILE PURPOSELY going after raiders wasn’t her thing, these people had been constantly reported and were causing problems with trade. So she took the most obvious option. 

ERADICATE THEM.

She had put down those who came at her when she first arrived, her power armor taking in most of the blows. Soon enough she stood face to face with the ‘Leader’. 

            “You’re guys stood in my way, I’m sorry they are no longer with us” 

[wastecreed]

@raidersworn     ❤’d

             ❝   Tough. Shit.  ❞   The sonance that sunders silence is a stalwart one. G7-81 doesn’t get intimidated: not by the Brotherhood, not by some raiders, not even by the god damn Institute itself; the concepts of ‘owned property’ and 'trespassing’ means surprisingly little when there’s a job to be done, even if that job takes her right into the heart of Dunwich Borers.   ❝  Listen, my beef ain’t with you                  unless you want it to be.   ❞   She’s not wont to turn down inklings of strife, but as it stands, time isn't exactly in excess right now, and maybe the elephantine minigun in her hands is enough to quell quarrel before it hereinafter rears its head.