Another-FALLOUT-React-Blog

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Arcade sat on a bench outside of the king's building, waiting for the courier to come out. The place reeked of pre-war cologne and hairspray. And rat. Lots of rat smell in the air. He pulled out an old prewar magazine and read it, holding the magazine in one hand and propping his upper weight on the bench with his other arm. He got absorbed into the old war texts, allowing himself to keep indulging as the courier came out and sat next to him.

It wasn’t until the tips of the courier's fingers touched Arcade's hands that he suddenly snapped out of the magazine and into reality. He felt his heart pumping for a moment, he glanced over. The courier's strong and worn body, now having the leftover smell of cologne. And the courier's natural scent of dust, sweat, and broken memories. He let his eyes linger for a moment too long and the courier spotted him, and Arcade quickly pretended to be absorbed into the magazine again holding the magazine up with both hands now. 

“Whatcha reading Arcade?” The courier said, suddenly wrapping his arm around Aracde, resting his chin on Arcade's shoulder. Arcade suddenly felt strange, both wanting to jump out of his seat from nervousness and not wanting to move in case the moment should leave him. He did his best to stay calm.

“A prewar magazine, it has some interesting documentation of prewar medicine,” Arcade answered.

“Oh alright, I’ll read with you.” The courier kept his head resting on Arcades shoulder, and Arcade didn’t mind. And he pretended to suddenly be a particularly slow reader. 

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The Courier walks through the dusty rocks of the canyon, Yes Man falling behind as the path got rough. Six didn’t mind, they knew the bumpy path would make it harder for Yes Man to move but they were patient. Six kept moving, looking at the distant lights as the winds picked up. Six could still see the stars, which was all they needed really. But then they heard something, footsteps and a lot of them. They couldn’t track it though, the wind and sand was making it hard. They looked around carefully and then saw it. Legion assassins, coming to finish off Six. Six raised their weapon but threw a quick frag grenade to scatter them and began shooting. The submachine guns tore into Six, forcing them to fall behind cover. Six cringed in pain and cried out. “Yes Man! Help!” Courier yelled, but their screams only made their position more known and an assassin jumped on top of them, and Six began their struggle. As they wrestled with the legion another popped up on the rock they had taken cover on. But before they could be attacked by the new legion, he was sprayed by machine-gun fire as Yes Man approached. His bright screen becoming a beacon in the waves of sandy winds.

Yes Man didn't wait to kill the others, he simply threw the one on top of Six to the side and scooped Six up in his arms quickly rolling away to better cover. Six began to bleed on Yes Man as their wounds became too much. Yes Man turned, sending rockets to the approaching legion to finish them off before holding Six close. They didn't know what to say, there weren't many positive things he COULD say. He began rolling towards the nearest followers outpost, worried out of his chips. He did his best to keep positive like his programs demanded. “Wow! You almost had them. Hang in there!”

Six rested their head against Yes Man. “Bury me back at the hill... I’d like to be near goodsprings again. At least Benny picked a good spot to kill me.”

Arcade: Arcade had seen it, again and again, people put up on those damned legion crosses. It made him desperate to help but they all knew there was almost nothing could be done unless you found them before the legion was done with them. Removing them from the cross could very easily kill them he knew that, but as he looked up and saw the Courier bleeding and beaten on the cross all he wanted to do was rip them from it and wrap them in bandages. He could tell just by looking at them that if he left to get some help by the time he’d be able to get back they’d surely be dead. He moved some boxes and managed to stand on one to get up to the couriers height, removing the couriers mask so they could breathe easier. The courier gasped for breathe and Arcade could see tears had built up under the mask. Arcade didn't know what to do, he was speechless. Finally, he regained himself and took out his medicine and injected every painkiller he could into the Courier to make their last moments atleast less agonizing. He put his head against the couriers. The couriers flesh was hot from baking in the mojave sun, but Arcade didn't care in this moment. 

“Goodbye Courier, I’m…. God I’m so sorry…. I’m so sorry….” Arcade didn’t know what else to say. He wanted to tell them everything he had held back from them, thank them for all they had done for him. But he couldn't do any of that, he didn't have the time. So he just staid with the courier as their life slipped from them. And even though Arcade could walk away after the experience, he felt as if life had left him too.

Boone: Boone was just out scouting, he had lost the courier awhile back after they got seperated during an attack. He wasnt worried though, the Courier was strong. And he’d find them. He smelled the stench of burning flesh and looked around and saw smoke starting to dissipate from a nearby destroyed settlement. He knew the legions work and he made his way towards the settlement, hoping to take out any legion who may have stayed behind. But, he saw no one. So he began to scout the rest of the area and that's when he saw them. The courier, strung up on the cross. He had seen so many like this before, so why did this hurt him so much? He couldnt stop himself, he cut the courier down from the cross and helped them to lay on the ground as he moved them to the shade. He carefully took their mask off and began doing medical work. But he didn't know much, he was barely doing enough. Finally, he realized how hopeless it was. He looked back at the almost dead courier who returned their gaze with similar hopeless glazing over eyes. Boone had done it again, he had failed to protect someone he cared about. Boone simply held the couriers hand as they began to fade away. He would bury the courier, someplace they loved. And he would make sure to kill the legion bastards responsible for this. He was tired of doing nothing now. The fire in his heart wouldn't let him rest after this.

Lily: Lily didn’t understand what had happened to the poor courier, but she didn't like it. Neither did Leo. She ripped the Courier off from the cross and cradled them like a child. They looked up at Lily with sad hopeless eyes as their blood began to stain Lilys arms. Lily could tell that the Courier was dieing. She held the courier close, telling them sweet things. Telling them that she loved them and was going to take care of them. Things she had said to her grandchildren many, many years before. But now instead of having happy and soothed children looking back at her it was a dieing friend.  Lily looked up and saw the symbol of the legion plastered everywhere where she had found the courier and heard Leo raging in her mind. She would teach these Legion boys a lesson, and chop them up too. But not without first cradling the courier into the next life and finding them a nice place to rest eternally.

Raul: Raul didn’t know what to do, he saw the courier tied to that damned cross. He knew the legion did these kinds of things, but in his mind, he always tried to play it off as they only did it to bad people. It was the only thing to help him cope with it, but now he had it in front of him. The courier's body bleeding and bruises, head kind of tilted to the side on their own shoulder as they baked in the sun. If Raul could cry, he would have started. He stood there frozen for a while, not knowing what to do, how to respond. He knew that the Courier would either have a slow agonizing death on this cross or… 

Bang! 

Raul sat under the shade, with the worst feelings he had lived coming to him all over again. 

Cass: Cass didn’t know what to say. What to do. She covered her mouth, it was a horrific sight. She had seen this all before. Why did it hurt so much now? Because it was someone she knew. Someone she cared about. The smell of blood started to get to her. She knew she couldn't help the Courier. But they couldn't dare to finish them off. They didn't have the strength. Not after everything they had been through. Cass turned and left the town, walking towards the sun. She took out a bottle of whiskey and chugged it down, then tossed it into the sands. The rancid smell of blood still fresh in her mind. She kicked the bottle away. She was going to need a lot more whiskey than that.

A hell of a lot more.

Veronica: This isn't the first time she's seen people put up like this on Legion crosses. And she doubted it would be the last. She looked in horror as the blood dripped from the couriers bleeding and gauged torso onto the sand below. She almost didn't know what to say. It was… jarring to say the least.  But her time in the brotherhood taught her many lessons. And she knew it would be… better to let the Courier die quickly then to bleed on the cross. This isn't honorable. Veronica made it quick, and buried them near goodsprings. Where the courier had died once, they would die again.