#spottedperk

[o-rusted-heart]

@spottedperk .

Nick wasn't the most comfortable around the very few NCR visitors he got: he didn't tend to mix well with big government type folks, largely because they generally didn't like him first. Between being a private eye and being an autonomous machine, he tended to rub them the wrong way.

But here was one, clearly identified by the red beret, clearly coming closer. Nick might've reached for his pistol if he wasn't already fairly vulnerable where he was... balanced precariously on a stool on his front porch, arms over his head as he fiddled with the internal wiring of the neon heart glowing outside his office.

"Hey, buddy, I'll be right with ya'. Gimme a second to get this..." a pop of electricity. "Agh, shit."

[psychotheory]

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     “Charmin’ one, aincha?” Well you are definitely one to talk right there now aren’t you, Hal. Either way his brow furrowed a little bit, a frown heavy on his face as he squinted against the blinding light of the flashlight. “There’a particular reason why y’decided blindin’ me is the best idea since brahmin soup, or is this a random whim of yours? Kinda like bein’ able t’see, y’know.”

[thelasttejada]

@spottedperk

“I admit, you’re a pretty good shot... for someone your age,” he joked, looking down at the dead molerats they had been shooting at from atop the building. 

With the Courier inside searching for god-knows-what, him and Boone were tasked with waiting up top to keep watch. In their boredom, they decided to have a small contest over who could most accurately shoot the most mole rats that passed by from here to their nest.

“But are you as good without that scope of yours?”

[enfog]

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Having heard rumor of a Frumentarius among the ranks of the Followers of the Apocalypse, Boone was making his rounds stating how clear it was that he was against the Legion. Partially, he wanted to stir trouble, to draw the Legionnaire out and hopefully kill him. Partially, he wanted to make sure those who weren’t Legion were intimidated by his rifle to stay that way.

“Good.”

the  visitor  wasn’t  here  to  seek  aid,  nor  provide  supplies.  he  didn’t  carry   that  altruistic  spirit  that  seems  so  rare  to  find  in  many  wastelanders  nowadays.   his  time  spent  here  has  only  added  unneeded  tension,  and  while  some  followers  weren’t  fazed,  danny  most  definitely  was.   his  eyes  flicker  between   the  man  and  his  weapon,  about  as  frequently  as  the  smile  that  falters  and  forces  itself  back  up  on  his  mouth.     

 (    there  is  also  no  way  he  plans  to  give  out  someone  he  considers  a  friend,  another  follower.   or,  so  he  likes  to  think.   ) 

❛   is  there --  uh,  anything  else  ya  need,  sir ?   things’re ---  we’re  kinda  in  short  supply  of  rad-x  here  ...  if  you  have  any  to  spare,   we’d  appreciate  it !   ❜

[betterhealing]

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Despite the younger man’s glare it would only be met by a look of wry bemusement from the Follower, there and gone in but a flash. There was no true ire within that snark, within those words however - he was genuinely concerned, but he also knew what sort of nature that the sniper did possess.

It was... worrisome. Something he had conveyed on more than one occasion, perhaps unbeknownst to the sniper himself, to the courier - however it was the sort of damage that only time and patience could heal... if ever. Some wounds never did. These weren’t the sort that any bandage or stimpack could be slapped on and called fixed.

“Will you at least try to be more careful?” Sure, it was a question repeated but Arcade did wish to make at least a point. Contact, the deft cleaning out and bandaging of the wounds that Boone had earned from whatever conflict he’d collided with, would remain careful as they did so. “You’re making Six worry.”

[puddlechild]

"What do you want?"

An almost instinctual eyebrow rose at the words. But then again, maybe she shouldn’t have been staring for as long as she had been. Couldn’t help herself sometimes. She kept the red-speckled hazel gaze on the other as she tilted her head just enough to get a slightly better look at the other from her seat of one of the many chairs scattered around the main plaza for the Sparkling City of the Commonwealth.

“ … Got a light? ” A simple gesture of the cigarette up towards the other to accompany the question. Something less prying than the thoughts that suddenly swirled around in her head.

[millitechleft]

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“I suppose...” Still, Laura couldn’t help the sorrow she felt, seeing the bodies- had they truly deserved such a gruesome end? She couldn’t be certain. “... Is that supposed to mean something to me?” While she knew who Caesar was and she knew plenty about the Legion, the ‘Mark of Caesar’ meant nothing to her.  

[novacguardian]

"What do you want?"

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     “Man that’s one hell of a loaded question right there.” Or maybe it was Manny being seven times of damn fool yet again, actually speaking to someone who barely had strung together three sentences together towards him since shit... so much shit had gone down. So many mistakes made, so many things said that could damn well never be taken back again.

     Breathe in. Breathe out. Fingers tightened on the bottle of tequila he’d snagged earlier - not even the good shit, something that barely qualified as liquid courage - but he didn’t bring it again to his lips, just tapped its mouth against his bottom lip for a moment.

     “We need to talk.” It was probably long enough they were both acting like damn fools, all over a complete and utter misunderstanding. Granted, that said it still didn’t take away his own responsibility in things - in the shit he himself had done wrong with it. “Or if you don’t want to talk, at least give me the chance to. All I’m askin.”