#verse;fo4

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Dumpus 2

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“Live and learn, or die and teach by example.”

           Leaning back against the atom cat’s garage, Rayan cocked an eyebrow up at him. This is one of the rare instances that she was caught out of uniform, wearing nothing but her gunner’s harness and her atom cat’s jacket. She’d spit on the ground to the side as he spoke to her.

          “I don’t have any interests in your codex. I know what you deadheads are all about.” She’d lower aviators to meet his expression. “Yeah, not my style. Sorry. Learned enough from my past to know that I can’t take any critique from anyone in the brotherhood.”

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      Wasn’t every day that the Atom cats got visitors, but today seemed one of those days! Judgin’ on how the other didn’t end up opening fire at the sight of the t-60 power armor, Rayan bought them as friendly. Didn’t have the silhouette of a raider, not nearly of a super mutant, and certainly not of a Gunner, and  Rayan knew Gunners. 

     So, as the other approached she’d lower her Fat man, as excessive ordinance didn’t seem very hep, and she’d welcome the other to the Atom Cats Garage! “-- Hey, hey, pussycat. Welcome to the Atom Cats beacon of cool! Noticed your digs, you’re not coppin’ any plates, but that’s all good baby.” A small head tilt would ensue. “Come to join us here in Fat city, explorin’, or lookin’ to trade?”

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@moon--curser

      Leaning back against the guard tower at the Atom Cat’s Garage, today was a particularly slow day for everyone’s pink haired ex-gunner. No attacks, hardly any rad-storms dragging along a hoard or two of ghouls, nothing! No conflict made jack a dull boy. Till she heard those familiar cervos movin’ in the distance.

       Unmistakable! T-60! Probably one o’ those brotherhood deadheads, seein’ how everyone else hardly got any sort of heavy ordinance like that. Rayan lowered her Fat Man and cocked an eyebrow from underneath aviator shades-- hey, it was that one knight that sold her the uniform! Cool beans. She’d call out to him.

       “What’s buzzin’, cuzzin?! Come to finally join us in Fat City?”

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hi

      She’d been working on her suit of power armor, working to grease the gears on her knee’s servos. Cranking away, she didn’t even hear the legionnaire approach, nor did the expect him to lean down and give her a nice firm “Hi.” Instinctively the Atom cat’s ex-gunner attitude kicked up, turning around and punching him in the throat. She felt that jarring contact that a fist made when it hit flesh, and the force would no doubt send him to the ground.

     “Aw---Shit! Sea, I’m sorry dude! Shit, I hit you hard, too! Fuck!” She’d kneel over him and would try to offer help in any way she could.

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3, 4

3:Do they have relations to the other companions? If so, how did they meet?

Nope. She only has relations with the Atom cats. Maybe Maccready, through the Gunners.

4:What are some of their catchphrases?

“Boom, baby! That was the bees knees, baby!”

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@moon--curser

“Alright alright. Whatchya want, big shot?” She’d lean aganst the wall with a grin across her lips. The atom cat LOVED the look of the thing. It’d go nicely with her glasses and clash with her hair. She loved the idea of it. And the comfort inside the power armor? To die for.

“Oh man, those are some Hep digs... Zeke’s gonna be so jealous!”

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saoirse-cry:

“By safe… I mean in a relative way love.” Bonnie replied and adjusted her collared flannel and then her travelworn duffle on her back, clanging with parts with every slight movement. “Well, can’t be the shite scenery. So its prolly the salvage. Metal preserved in muck is better than yer average.” She cleared her throat and shifted. “Ah… Could ask the same of ye.”

“Oh, well that’s an easy one! I’m part of the Atom Cats. Coolest cats out here in the commonwealth! We’re holed up n’ that read rocket station over there.” She’d wave a t-60 clad hand in the direction of the red rocket station within eyeshot.

“Zeke sent me over here to see how you were doin’, and to warn you about those gunner deadheads over at Quincy. Those cats are NOT so cool. Got the place mined up.” But that was besides the point, other than talking shit about her old faction she’d continue.

“So you’re doin’ alright then, yeah?”