ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs 21:6

          ❛ i’m not even human anymore, ❜ quinn’s voice cracked with emotion, learning that someone had turned her into a synth without her consent instead of just letting her die. it killed her, was she even quinn anymore? she had all of quinn’s memories, of the vault, of her father’s death - of killing augustus autumn and watching charon turn on the water purifier. ❛ that guy - arthur? i knew him when he was a kid. maccready? the same, i… ❜ her lower lip trembled, her head hanging. ❛ i got to boston, and i remember there was a super mutant, and everything went black. ❜

          the fighting was finally over, and truthfully it was nice to be back in the thick of it. not that you could really escape fighting nowadays. it felt like the capitol wasteland almost. in a good way… like home. however there wasn’t much loot to show for it, though there was an abundance of knowledge. terminals leading up to the war which quinn practically soaked in. she wanted to know everything about anything, and the world before was no exception. now though, now that every raider was down, she was repairing parts.           a human vulture, picking on the dead to fix her own things. so enamored in her own thoughts she didn’t realize laura’s frame come close to her. a bandana in hand as she wiped away the blood that’d streaked the girl’s face. the synthetic was so used to being covered in oil, sweat, blood - it’d become second nature. a smile came onto her face, as her large brown eyes finally glanced up at the woman.            ❛ thanks, i mean - y’could’a just told me i should clean myself up. ❜

            quinn barely comes up to his chest, all lithe limbs and large eyes. her smile’s as warm as the heat of a bomb blast. the synthetic human watches as his face shifts, a dumbfounded look coming on her features as her head nods slightly.  ❛ oh, i’m sorry to hear that, ❜ her lower lips slides between rows of pearly whites,  ❛ i kind of... know how that is to an extent, being thrust into the wasteland i mean, wait... wait. so that means you’re like... from before? ❜

        ❛ whoa, another vault dweller? shut up!!! ❜ quinn’s excited - b e y o n d excited actually. while she still isn’t entirely sure how she got to boston, it’s been a whirlwind. then again, she couldn’t actually remember much. she had her pipboy though, and that was better than nothing.           ❛ hey mister, wait up! i’m not a crazy, see! ❜ with that she held up the arm machine for emphasis.

          there’s infinite rumors about manhattan, initially she only knew what she heard about in the vault. that once it was a glittering place where rockefellers ran the world like the ratpack ran vegas, but the mere notion of something like that existing now was obscure if not completely unrealistic. stranger things had happened though; like oasis and point lookout. she hadn’t planned on what she’d seen though. the empire state building a skeleton, times square and the surrounding areas an urban jungle. however there was a... settlement, and someone waiting outside? this spelled trouble.                   ❛ ...what is this place? ❜

         tenpenny tower, mr. burke’s home. she came here for a key, but as the saying goes - in for a penny, in for a pound. nothing was ever so simple anymore, but as she learned of the plight of the ghouls - she was trying... trying to make amends between the two groups. glancing to a woman who she’d seen attached to the resident ‘logan’s side she rose a brow.            ❛ hey, um... mind if i ask you a coupl’a... marcie? ❜ 

          ❛ son of a bastard brahmin baron!!! ❜ blood splattered onto the workbench as she cut herself with a knife. it dug in like a plasma pistol through flesh, and god did it hurt. being out at a workbench in an abandoned store once populated with raiders wasn’t ideal, especially without a stimpak to her name. however she was quick to wrap her hand in her bandana. none too soon either as she heard the door swing open.  ❛ if you have a gun drop it or i’m blowing you to kingdom come. ❜

            honestly, quinn’s come a long way in her combat style. it used to be throw a bunch of grenades and hide until the noises stopped. terrified of the world around her, like anyone just casually thrown into the apocalypse would be. however, with time, comes experience and the wasteland is nothing if not a cruel teacher. there wasn’t a time where she thought she’d actually rather be taking the g.o.a.t exam than dealing with this fresh, yet 200 year old stale hell.              the tip of her gun inspects the corpse looking for anything worth while, though she takes it to inspect the centaur’s bone plates. this abomination was once a person, perhaps multiple people. it was sad, if anything. the whole supermutant dillemma seemed sad, because they had to be humans. they couldn’t just be monsters. she wipes the blood off her cheek before straightening, bouncy demeanor back on full display.                ❛ one less that we have to deal with though right? c’mon, the more supermutants there are the closer we are to rivet city! ❜