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@thoseknighted for meeediiiic + @weroyals​ for soldier

    “…Mom?”

        The Engineer found herself standing in a strange place, sky and soft white clouds all about. Above was a bright sun, but not blindingly so, just right to be part of the heavenly scenery. She glanced down in front of her, eyes widening at the boy before her. She knelt down to his height, one hand on his shoulder, the other affectionately on his cheek.

       “Rad…? Raddy?” She breathed, almost unable to believe it. It was him, really him. How was this possible? All manner of thoughts and questions rose to her head, but in the end, she concluded that she didn’t care… she was with her son now, that’s all that mattered.

         Having no other words, she embraced him into her arms, breathing out a heavy exhale of relief… but something didn’t seem right. She tried to breath in, but the smell of brimstone filled her lungs. Her son began to laugh, at first normal, but the tone slowly grew deeper and more menacing.

       “You don’t think you actually deserve this, do you?” He asked. The engineer felt something warm dripping onto her, and she pulled away to see the boy’s flesh melting off of him like hot candle wax. Desperately, she tried to pile the flesh back on, to keep it onto his bones, but a sudden gust of wind blew him and the scenery away, and she suddenly found herself in some kind of darkly-lit office, outside was molten rock and lava.

    She turned around, facing a large desk, at that desk a large demon, staring at her in silence. Suddenly a ring of fire engulfed her surroundings, and slowly began to close in. In the distance, she could hear a familiar voice with an echoing boom.

“Victory.”

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【🔧】— The Engineer’s eyes flew open and she began to cough, at first sitting up, then falling back over to her side, and proceeded to vomit congealed blood. She breathed, shakily, trying to get a grip on herself and calm down, but failing miserably.

      She attempted to scream, but instead retched one last time, this time just clear bile, fluid burning her throat as it expunged from her mouth, then rolled over to her side to catch her breath. Shakily, she attempted to sit up, trying to take in her surroundings as best she could with her vision blurring in and out. There were two figures in the room, she could see that; she could smell and feel that they were either outside in the shade or inside some small building with no air conditioning and open windows.

     “R-...Rad?” She questioned, still feeling delusional from coming back to life.

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@royalmuses​

“DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING - Soldier

【🔧】— “Wha-- oof!” The Engineer was barely able to turn around in time before seeing Soldier charge at her, grab her by the upper arms and pin her to the wall with a plead of a single word.

      Obviously not having much other option but to be still and let him hold her there, the Texan used her eyes to check the surroundings behind her temporary captor and then from side to side-- anything except looking him in the face, which half was hidden behind an unstrapped helmet that was too big for him.

      After a long, tense pause, and a trickle of sweat rolling down her temple, she finally decided to ask what was going on.

      “What...? What is it?”

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Valentine’s Day RP Meme

@wastedinawasteland​ sent:  💕

【🔧】— “Yer askin’ me on a date? Here, of all places?” As many times as they had bumped into each other on the Strip, she found it a tad funny that it was when they were out in the middle of boondocks Goodsprings that he managed to ask her that.

      Still, she couldn’t deny that she was flattered, and for a ghoul, Ben wasn’t too hard to look at, not to mention they’ve spent more than enough time together on jobs to be considered a bit more than just comrades at arms.

        “Ah mean... Ah guess th’ Prospector Saloon’s got decent grub,” not to mention it was the only resturaunt in town. “Unless yer idea of a date doesn’t involve dinner, that is.”

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❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

@scotchbomb​

pin but do it in a non-threatening way because i cant rp confrontations to save my life  😔

【🔧】— There was suddenly a resounding command of ‘GET DOWN’ and before the Engineer could turn her head to look, she let out an indignant grunt and was on the floor with the large Scotsman atop her. 

        Before she could question him (or hurl any verbal abuse at him) an explosion resounded and a wave of warm, smokey wind blasted past them with a whistling blow.

      “Ah, what-- what was that?” She asked, craning her neck to look in the direction. With the smoke clearing, all that remained of the area was shrapnel from a worktable and an empty crate of fireworks.

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Caged Canary

@bcggars​ for Medic

【🔧】— It was rare for the Engineer to approach the infirmary unless she was injured or that one time when she was piss drunk and wanted part of her arm chopped off to replace it with a prosthetic. So when an uninjured, sober Danielle poked her head in, it was anyone’s guess what she came in for.

       “Doc, hey,” she greeted. “Lissen, yer good with birds, right?” The question was easily answered when a dove swooped by and divebombed the intruder, bapping her on the helmet, to which the engineer barely registered. It was an obvious question that someone in a medical profession would at least have some passing knowledge on avian health if they were going to own a whole flock of the animals.

     The Engineer had her hands cusped loosely into a ball together, like she had something small and delicate between them. Approaching her co-worker, she slowly opened her hands up to reveal a small, yellow mess of feathers. Upon further examination, the mess of feathers was actually a bird, a canary, to be exact; and it didn’t look very healthy.

      “Saw th’ lil’ guy hit one of th’ windows. Don’t think these kinda birds are native ‘round here, so I think it might be someone’s escaped pet... anything you can do fer it?”

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My muse is sick.

@bcggars​

🍜 - Scout :)

Send me a 🍜 for your muse to make mine (or try to) a meal.

【🔧】— “Thanks Scout, knew Ah could count on you.” As much as the engineer wanted to lay there and stay asleep, she knew she had to eat something to get her strength up or she’d never feel up to standing. With how upset her stomach was, soup seemed like the only safe option for now, even if it was condensed and from a can, it was better than nothing.

         This didn’t look like the standard chicken noodle soup from the issued MREs though.

        “Where’d y’ git this?” She asked, spoon stirring it around. 

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@mydearestfaraday​

【🔧】— “So yer th’ feller that keeps this place up n’ runnin’ huh?” The bounty hunter asked, turning away from the server tower connected to the wall to look at the approaching synth. 

       “Considerin’ all’a y’all are synths, I guess I shoulda expected at least one of you t’ be handy with computers.”

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@bcggars​

😊 DiMA! (sit down next to my muse)

Nonverbal RP Starters

【🔧】— This had been the first time she had actually gotten this close to the synth, the prototype, the ‘Old Synth on the Mountain’ as the locals called him.

     It was amazing how different two nearly-identical beings could be. Nick was hard-boiled and no nonsense, but still had an openness to him that allowed for friendship. DiMA though... DiMA was gentle in tone and personality, a welcoming warmth that almost made one suspicious of him due to the rarity of his genuine and open nature. It was almost unreal how easily open he was towards anyone who needed help.

     She had to guess that their divergence started sometime after they had left the Institute, not to mention the vast amount of alterations DiMA had grafted onto himself. Their experiences in the Insitute, she had to guess, had been the same, but it was once they parted ways did they start to form their individuality apart from each other. Strange, though, she would have guessed that a place like Far Harbor, with how much more dangerous it was than the Commonwealth, both in environment and in it’s inhabitants, that it would have hardened DiMA up more than Nick. Perhaps there was some other hidden factor that she wasn’t taking into account here.

          The cyborg then realized that the whole time she was thinking this, she had been staring blankly and intently at the augmentations sticking out of DiMA’s head. She quickly and sheepishly looked back down at the can of beans she was eating from.

       “Gawd Ah am so sorry about that,” she said. “Mah brain just kinda... pbbt.”