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fallout au / sideblog to somewhereinchaos

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🎭 RP blog for FALLOUT AU SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG. indie + mutuals only. this blog potentially features dark / triggering themes and follows will come from my main blog @somewhereinchaos.

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stdupontmann

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@shadowsceptered : " I need you to trust me. " / Maverick : ')

          He wishes his mind was as serene as water on that fountain. But it isn't and there's a nervous feeling bubbling in his stomach. He lits a cigarette — to calm himself. It's unfortunate, but he's supposed to escort this guest out of the resort.. because of 'bad behavior.' Which could mean anything, really. Some people got kicked out for simply looking too rough.

          "What do you mean?.. Trust?" The masked one repeats as if it's a word he's never heard before. "You come from outside. Surely you know that trusting in someone else is like begging to be killed." Exhaling smoke, there's still no recognition in his eyes no matter how intense the stare.

          "... You must mistake me for someone else." It wouldn't be very surprising. Most of the Strip was drunk ( or high ) at this hour anyway. And who would be looking for someone like him? Edmund had no one.. other than the White Glove Society, of course. A big, successful family. But for some reason the endless games and feasts didn't quite fill the hole in his heart. Tonight was one of those nights he didn't feel like he belonged.

          "..." Eh, this feeling would pass..

[imoutofsoupyo]

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Does he have any belongings he brought with him from the vault?

a broken old-world compass. it was given to him by a friend from the vault.. but when the vault fell apart it got smashed in the chaos. it's a good reminder that even if he were to go back to the place he once called home there would be nothing but broken things waiting for him. other than that he did bring a backpack with rations, his vault canteen and pip-boy... but those got left behind somewhere in the desert.

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What does Shadow think of Mr. House?

i think he's afraid to find out more about him. considering he's never seen House before and doesn't know anyone who has seen him.. it really makes his imagination run wild. how can someone be so secretive and yet so powerful? and there are definitely some crazy theories about him floating around. but Mr. House also seems very capable and fair to the three families so Shadow definitely doesn't have any complaints about how he runs things. he just doesn't understand how House does it.

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What are your muse's opinions on the other families? Is there any he dislikes or respects?

while the three families are business partners, they're also rivals and very paranoid of each other. i don't think shadow is forbidden from interacting with them.. but it's definitely discouraged. the other families just aren't that 'high class' as the WGS, so what would he ever need from them? i don't think he's very fond of the Omertas especially, seeing them as nothing but dirty scammers. The Chairmen are fine, in his opinion.. but not trustworthy.

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@shadowsceptered : " I'm here on business, not leisure, " Maverick pauses, turning back to glance at him from his shoulder. Is there a reason his presence is ignored? A pit in his stomach. Has he become so unrecognizable even Edmund cannot see him? " But perhaps I could use your assistance. "

          The bouncer stops in his tracks, realizing he's being spoken to. He turns around and tilts his head.. taking in the guest's features. Dangerous was the first thing that came to mind. And sure, there are a lot of people who fit that description these days but.. Something about this guy made him uneasy. His eyes scanned the room, making sure nothing was happening in the background while he conversed with this stranger.

          "My assistance? Well.. normally I'm supposed to be invisible until the peace is disturbed.” A hollow laugh, still recognizable as Edmund, although he's a lot more jaded than when the two of them used to know each other.. not to mention he's clearly bored with the talk about 'business'. "But of course.. If it's Marjorie you're waiting to meet, she's free in about an hour. Unless you're here for someone else?"

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so shadow is obviously a fake name.. but what would his real name be…

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his real name is edmund.

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STATS.

strength — 8 perception — 7 endurance — 7 charisma — 4 intelligence — 5 agility — 8 luck — 2

tag skills — survival, gun, melee weapons.

perks — quick draw, intense training, cannibal.

traits — hot blooded, built to destroy.

weapons — silenced .22 pistol, switchblade, machete, dress cane.

items — absinthe, wine, sunset sarsaparilla, mentats, jet, med-x, silver sting, duct tape, salisbury steak, bobby pins, butter knife, shot glass, broken compass, box of detergent.

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@typejiota : " Excuse me? " the hawk flicks a restrained glare in the guard's direction, readjusting his hat as he locks eyes. This place gave him the creeps. He didn't know why. Any other day he'd have avoided the place, but when your client's go-to is the White Glove Society... eugh. " I'm sure you said something, but I could be mistaken. "

          Just one glance told him everything he needed to know— like a fish out of water, these wastelanders have no clue about anything that isn’t dirt or meaningless violence. So of course, they could only stare dumb-founded when walking into Ultra-Luxe.. a high quality resort completely free of that post-nuclear world grime.

          ”A newcomer, hm? Came for a meal or a perhaps a game of Blackjack? I must say you look quite.. lost.” He can’t help but to sound a little mischievous. It had been a uneventful day so far. ”People don’t usually just walk in here without a membership.. or a large sum of caps.” The masked one was aware of the effect the White Glove Society had on outsiders. They thought everything about them was unnerving and strange.. But most important of all: they are seen as part of the elite, something only few can reach in this world. "So who are you..?"