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Sole Survivor RP Blog Ready to fuck some shit up? Minuteman General Railroad's 'Fixer'

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"i'm a fucking piece of pizza,"

"holy shit toto, we sure as fuck ain't in kansas anymore,"

"i ain't fucking with these christmas lights anymore,"

"why is the only angry one black?"

"get in loser, we're going sledding,"

"jesus fucking christ, that cookie hot as shit,"

"ah yes, my meth lab is ready,"

"i need this life vest 'cos i'm drowning in the pussy,"

"i could kill you right now, no one would wear you scream,"

"i could go back and pretend to be you,"

"fashion police, you're definitely under arrest,"

"you're tearing this family apart, ___"

"what do you mean you're being murdered? that's illegal, people can't do that,"

"i'm wanted for stealing yo girl/boy,"

"wanna hear a joke? your future,"

"i would like to order all the money,"

"when i see stars i think of you. because you're only beautiful from a distance,"

"do it for the vine,"

"you dress like an idiot,"

"girl/boy, are you because i want to take you out,"

"hey you forgot something. your social life,"

"help me hide this body in here,"

"did you just propose, using emojis?"

"do drugs they said. it will be fun they said,"

"it's called capitalism,"

"thank you for helping me commit cannibalism,"

"shit, we on national television,"

"bitch, throw one more snowball at me,"

"can you leave my house please?"

"i'm sensing you're a bit of a bitch,"

"can i pay you in swag?"

"excuse me, do you know where i can find the booty?"

"what the flipper?"

"santa isn't real,"

"what do penguins do in a race? they peng-win,"

"a milkshake ain't a goddamn pizza,"

"locked up because my eyebrow game was too strong,"

"man, look at all this fuckin' dope,"

"fuck it, i ain't running,"

"hey, do you wanna join my gang?"

"i'll ask my mom,"

"smooth as butter,"

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Asher as a Companion

only kind of a parody

Skills: Lockpicking, stealth, ballistic weapons, crafting Preferred settlement: Red Rocket (Assuming in this situation he isn’t the SS, because then he loves Sanctuary <3) Asher loves when the SS: Helps a settlement, views synths as people, refuses payment, goes to Diamond City on Christmas!!! Asher likes when the SS: Modifies weapons/robots, is sarcastic, corrects Moe about baseball Asher dislikes when the SS: Steals, is mean to Dogmeat </3, bullies people for more money Asher hates when the SS: Kills innocents. Cannibalizes people. Allies with Raiders.  Asher will periodically give the SS Nuka Cola, scrap pieces, or ammo. ((I couldn’t decide, okay?)) loyalty mission: Stop That Meat Asher NEEDS Butcher Pete to get off the radio, desperately. The Sole Survivor must accompany Asher to Diamond City Radio to confront Travis about it. Travis is willing to take the song off the air if the Sole Survivor can go to certain locations and track down pre-war records or whatever to replace Butcher Pete on the radio. Much like Nick’s quest, it involves a lot of traveling around. And, yes, just like Nick, Asher’s dialogue becomes sort of annoying until the quest is completed. Every time you start a conversation with him at any point between taking and completing the quest, Asher is wailing “Please, God, make it stop,” and the like. Upon completion, you will have Asher’s undying loyalty. And you, too, will be free of that horrible, horrible song. Companion dialogue:  “*under his breath* Hack, whack, choppin’ that meat... Oh, god damn it, get out of my head!” “I could really go for some Nuka Cola right now...” “How do you think Dogmeat’s doing?” *humming I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire* [When dismissed] “Alright, I’ll head back. Stay sharp!” [When dismissed]“Sounds good. I’ll head home. Let me know how it goes!”

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thelastmaxson:

Maxson, unlike the other, is dressed almost exactly the same as usual. Clearly not making an event out of coming across the commonwealth to visit. He’s still wearing his large, conveniently warm jacket and black Brotherhood suit. But this time around his gloves have fingers and he’s got a grey scarf wrapped around his neck. Cade insisted he bundle up. Threatened him with bed-rest if he got sick. 

This is certainly a change of pace for the Elder. He’s used to stuffy meetings in his office space aboard the Prydwen. Or Down at the Airport in the dirty remains of the buildings. He’s not used to something so… Domestic anymore. Agricultural work has never been something he’s excelled at. Not that he’s had a lot of practice at it.

And he doesn’t expect to start that any time soon.

“General.”

He salutes his former-soldier stiffly, before blinking at the… What is that? A vault door? How did he get that here? Well.. At least he’s embracing his vault dweller origins in this crazy commonwealth. It certainly makes a statement on the security of this settlement. 

“Secure fortifications. I can’t imagine many raiders have gotten past that.” Maxson notes, looking back down at the man. “But if it is all the same to you I would prefer to admire it from the inside.”

He turns quickly over his shoulder and gives a gesture to the pair of soldiers still on board the vertibird that carried him here. They seem to relax at this and begin to stand guard. They will not be going inside but they won’t be leaving without their Elder.

He looks back to Asher with a bit of an awkward clearing of his throat.

“I hope your settlement has done better than some I’ve heard of. Entire crops wiped out from the ice this season.”

Maxson hardly seemed impressed with the vault door, but Asher had seen enough of the Elder to know that he never seemed impressed. The observation alone was a victory, so far as Asher was concerned.  “Between our walls, our turrets, and our guns... We do alright with Raiders,” Asher answered, unable to suppress a satisfied smile. At Maxson’s suggestion, Asher nodded and gestured towards the open entrance. “Of course. Let’s head on in.” With a short wave towards the soldiers on the Vertibird, Asher turned and walked inside. His own men nodded in welcome from their position on either side of the door. “Davie, Will,” Asher answered with a nod in return.

New Sanctuary was the cornerstone of Asher’s settlements, second only to the Castle. His capitol, his home-- his vision for the rest of the Commonwealth. A meticulously cleaned main street ran through the whole town, from the bridge to the col de sac. Lining the street was a mixture of pre-war and post-war structures, from concrete to scrap metal to salvaged wood. At first glance there was no unifying architectural theme, but if one looked close enough, it was there-- resourcefulness. Goodneighbor might have been by the people, for the people in an ideological sence; New Sanctuary was truly built by the people, and it showed with the crafty care evident behind every structure. “We're doing alright for ourselves,” Asher answered. “Our crops have suffered, but the greenhouse here helps. Besides, with all of our farms at work, we can make do with a little loss. Now, would you like the tour first, or do you want to get down to business?”

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wandercr:

❝ Very funny. ❞ She crossed the room over to him, tugging the book out of his hands. A bemused smile flitted over her lips as her eyes roamed over the cover. Helping Moira with the survival guide had been … an experience, to be certain. One that she rarely owned up to. 

 ❝ I was low on caps, ❞ she jested moments later, handing the book back.  ❝ I still can’t believe any of those made it this far. It’s more of a guide on how to get yourself killed in the wasteland than anything else. ❞

God knew there had been multiple occasions where it had almost killed her.  ❝ And I was only the research assistant. If I had written it, the handwriting would be better. ❞

“Research assistant? That’s not what it says here!” Asher beamed as he flipped to the cover page and held it out for Eliana to read. “’Lead Author and Subject Matter Expert: Eliana Tyler.”  Satisfied with himself, Asher leaned back against the wall in a somewhat rare moment of relaxation. “Careful Piper doesn’t find out,” Asher chuckled, thumbing through the pages before glancing back at his friend. “Or else you’ll be the subject of her next profile feature.”

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dxgmeat:

The dog cocked his head in confusion. In his mind, he did nothing wrong. 

“Arff.”  “What?”

“So you have no problem understanding treat or fetch, but don’t poop in my bed is too much?”

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“Elder Maxson,” Asher saluted.  The Sole Survivor did not stand quite as tall out of his Power Armor. Months in the Wastes spent fighting for his life had strengthened him, but it couldn’t hide the fact that Asher was a small man, lean. He had chosen to receive the Elder without armor; instead, he opted for a shirt and tie, remarkably clean for the Commonwealth. Behind him was an open vault door, the cornerstone of his settlement’s security. Meeting Maxson there had been no coincidence; he was proud of his gate, but more than that, he hoped Maxson could imagine the hard work and determination it had taken to salvage the thing from Vault 111. Asher liked to think of it as a feat of New American Ingenuity.

“Welcome to New Sanctuary.”

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“’Liana, ‘Liana... I can’t believe you would keep this from me... -- Your secret double life.” Asher looms in the threshold. On his face, a wry smile; in his hands, a book. “I’ve known you as a Knight, a wanderer, a minuteman, a friend... Why did you feel  the need to hide your life as a critically acclaimed co-author from me?”

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“That fucking hat,” Asher chuckled, shaking his head before putting the bottle to his lips. “You sure you aren’t secretly a Minuteman, John Hancock?”

It was easy to see Hancock as distant from the Minutemen ideology, what with his chems and his penchant for violence, but Asher had known the ghoul long enough to know there were more similarities than there were differences. However, he’d had enough to drink that he didn’t keep himself from joking. “I’m the General, for Christ’s sake, and even I don’t get a tricorn hat.”

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“Look, buddy: I don’t poop where you sleep; all I ask is that you return the favor.”

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thelastmaxson:

So… That’s it then. Maxson isn’t going to say that he’s not disappointed. This is just great. Another wonderful day in this cesspool of a region. Arthur isn’t used to being told ‘no’ and now he’s going to have to deal with this within his chain of command. Who is to take up the mantle of Paladin now?

“It seems there is nothing I can say to convince you to remain… So in that case I suppose I should wish you luck. You’re going to need it. Just know that, should you have a change of heart, you will be welcomed back.” His fingers curl tensely as he puts his closed fist to his chest in a salute.

“Ad Victoriam, General.” There is a short, slightly awkward pause. “You understand that you have to return any Brotherhood property, correct?”

Ah, a moment of… Levity?

Maxson was leaving the door open for him to return. Unexpected. Asher had been prepared for a complete dismissal. Perhaps even threats of violence. Had he misjudged the Elder? Maybe. But he’d learned better than to underestimate anyone, especially not someone with a fucking army at their backs. “Ad Victoriam.”

“I was afraid you’d say that,” Asher chuckled with a good-natured smile. “I’ll dry clean the power armor and get it to you within the week.” This could be the beginning of a new era for the Commonwealth-- and perhaps the two factions could coexist peacefully. Mutually beneficial. Maxson was- passionate, yes, but not entirely unreasonable. Now it was just a matter of navigating an alliance. Asher was hopeful. Apprehensive, but hopeful. “I don’t suppose I get free Vertibird rides anymore.”

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thelastmaxson:

Maxson exhales sharply, raising his hands to smooth them over his hair, gripping it in his frustration. This has to be a joke. True, the Brotherhood will survive without one soldier but morale will suffer if their newest rising star leaves. People will start to ask questions and what is he supposed to tell them? That one of their finest soldiers just decided to… Retire?

“You’re a damn good soldier, and you know it.” Arthur points out, dropping his arms to his sides.

“You think I’m not looking to the future? Everything the Brotherhood is doing here is to ensure the future for mankind. Making sure more of us survive to see it.” Above all else, Arthur is sincere in his words. “The Minutemen don’t have the resources to save the Commonwealth from itself. The Brotherhood does, but we need fine soldiers like you in order to assure than we will. You have worked so hard for this, why give it up now?”

If there was an ounce of admiration in Maxson’s words, Asher heard it. The Survivor wasn’t used to compliments from his commander-- it only served to illustrate Maxson’s dissatisfaction with Asher’s decision. A new tactic, that’s all it was.

“Maybe the Minutemen can’t fix this themselves, but-- I mean no disrespect, sir, but I’m not sure our vision for this Commonwealth is the same anymore. Maybe  not in complete contrast, but... We can’t just sit by and let you save us anymore. We want to have a hand in this. That’s why I’m resigning as a soldier-- so I can come to you as an ally. As the General of the Minutemen.”

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thelastmaxson:

Something in the young elder begins to boil. His face gets hot all the way to his ears as the other speaks. 

“So that’s it then?” He grits his teeth, tightly gripping his hands behind his back. Despite his anger, he remains a threatening kind of composed. His shoulders square and his back straightened in a way that makes him appear taller and larger than he is. 

“I agreed to spare Danse based on your ability and loyalty to the Brotherhood of Steel. Your skill was worth that compromise to keep you within our ranks.” The other cannot possibly understand the position that puts Maxson in. Having to lie to his own men. Having to go against his own code of ethics. “And you’re just going to quit? Did you decide to cash in on my trust in you to make me swear not to harm Danse before you left? So you could leave with a clear conscience?”

Asher had expected this response or at least  had been afraid it was what he should expect. “That’s not what this is, Maxson. You and the Brotherhood still have my support, just...”

“I’m just not a soldier anymore. The Commonwealth is going a different direction than-- This isn’t me cutting ties, Maxson. I want to help you, but we need to reach-- a new understanding. The Minutemen are getting stronger, the Commonwealth isn’t such a mess anymore. I think it’s time we talked about a new balance of power here. A future beyond this war.”

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thelastmaxson:

The sigh that escapes Arthur is one of both exhaustion and annoyance. He had hoped he could get away with never having to discuss what happened back there again.

“What else is there to discuss? Danse lives and you remain a Brotherhood soldier despite your insubordination.” His tone is biting but quiet. He can’t risk anyone possibly overhearing. “That is the end of it.”

“That’s the problem, Elder,” Asher answered, cautious but not so uncertain as he had once been.

“I’m not so sure that’s gonna work anymore.” Years of military service keep Asher at attention, even as he steels himself to broach the subject he came to discuss. “Things’ve changed with me. I still agree, the Commonwealth needs the Brotherhood, and the Institute situation needs to be resolved, but I can’t be a soldier for you anymore--  Consider this my resignation.”

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“If Butcher Pete plays one more time I am  heading straight to Diamond City to give Travis a piece of my mind.”

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@thelastmaxson 

“Elder Maxson,” the young general intoned with a short nod, “I’m glad you agreed to meet me. I didn't want to leave things the way we did at that Listening Post." His hands were folded stiffly before him, his eyes sharp, watchful.

"I suppose we both have things we need to say to each other."