Jun 5, 2020
Finished! Meet Travis 'Static' Touchdown, @grimjojo 's OC.
The images have been enhanced with Pixlr because, as much as I love Frixion pens, older ones don't produce very dark ink. Leave a comment, I'd love to hear what you think!
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Finished! Meet Travis 'Static' Touchdown, @grimjojo 's OC.
The images have been enhanced with Pixlr because, as much as I love Frixion pens, older ones don't produce very dark ink. Leave a comment, I'd love to hear what you think!
I don't usually post Work In Progress pics but this guy made me do it.
(Not you, @grimjojo , Static!)
Hangovers Part 2
Chapter 10: Hair Trigger
'Ricky swapped his sniper rifle for the double-shot laser pistol, much better for quick fire at close quarters and crept closer to the lopsided metal train cars. The water sloshed around his ankles, distant gunfire and wingbeats just reaching his ears.
Too far away to worry about, Ricky. Focus, he thought to himself.
The beacon was very close, now, maybe just the other side of the carriage. He stepped into the open side and saw a body. Not a recent, medical- scanner-concealing body but a skeleton wearing a familiar navy trilby, trimmed with a black band...'
Read the full story here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24403912/chapters/60465184
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hangovers Part 2
6. Automation, Bioconversion and Celebration
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24403912/chapters/59504371
The boggy mud sucked at Ricky's boots as he crept along a ditch toward Watoga. Last time he'd been here, Assaultrons and other crazed bots had harried him. His PIP-boy had picked up a message from the local mayor. If there was anyone under seige in the futuristic, automated city, he'd get them out.
The stealth-field in his shinpad tingled to life as he paused, crouched. The sound of Protectrons' clunky footsteps approached. A few shots from his trusty sniper rifle dispatched the two inquisitive mechanicals. He listened for evidence of tougher bots but finding none, crept onward.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hangovers Part 2
Chapter 4: Ghouls, Grottos and Gains
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Racket." Static's voice was low and gravelly and without emotion. Ricky laughed involuntarily at the mention of his old nickname, nerves creeping into the sound.
Travis Touchdown, the regular human that Static once was, had always teased Ricky about his music. Gee thought the kid was jealous, really, as he was arguably the best improvisational musician in the Vault, not to toot his own horn or anything. Or perhaps the kid was tone-deaf, if all he heard really was a racket.
Ricky stuttered, "Tr..Static. What's buzzin', cuzzin?"
He didn't really want an answer but he got one anyway.
"Lookin' for kicks. Think I'll tag along."
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24403912/chapters/59177158