#v. begin again

[cottonbelles]

@extrahoo

       The two of them hadn’t spoken a word to each other, but they had allied together for mutual safety in the face of a deathclaw tearing the area apart in attempts to catch food, and Cotton did not plan on being on the menu.

       But when the other woman was pinned without so much as a knife on her, the ex-courier had assumed she was a goner, and no amount of 10mm lead was going to help her out; she felt horrible, but that was how the world was nowadays. 

          Then a sudden blast of strange green energy shot the beast back, and the demolitions expert, feeling that she was safe enough away, wasted no time by dropping a nuka grenade on top of it and then retreating away from the edge of the roof before it went off. The deathclaw was soon done for.

         Cottonbelle turned her attention to the woman, wide eyed with a look of shock on her face. The blast hadn’t come from a weapon, it came from her hands. She was silent for a few moments, before that look of shock turned into one of pure joy.

       “THAT WAS AWESOME!!!” She yelled. “Duude, you’re like, some kinda super-hero guy~!! How did you do that?”

[cottonbelles]

@assertivebot

        It felt like her lungs were on fire, but she could still breathe. The Sierra Madre’s toxic air had made the disease worse, but it had become slightly more managable thanks to the Big MT’s cybernetics. While it had helped, it hadn’t cured anything. Cotton was still dying, just at a slower rate. After the Second Battle of Hoover Dam and Vegas had been declared as an independent power, she knew she was on her last weeks.

          “Yes Man, how far are you on that medical download thingy?” The Followers couldn’t handle all the people that were swarming into Freeside needing medical assistance, so the Courier’s first order of business was to try and fix that. The Big Empty had plenty of secrets, and she had brought a lot of them home, including several medical research holotapes. She had hoped Yes Man could try and somehow reconfigure the data on the tapes and program into the nearly-infinite amount of securitrons they had, to maybe aid as nurses or something.

           She didn’t know, she wasn’t exactly a technical genius, or any kind of genius, for that matter-- especially considering she had killed the only guy that said he could help her with the whole ‘dying from a horrible unknown disease’ thing. But all that was left of him was in the Lucky 38′s basement, and maybe a little smudge of him on that golf club she used to beat him with.

         “Can you do anything with it?”

[psychxticpierce]

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