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     my name is JACK , and i am a pre hormone treatment transgender man , and this is where i come to write ELDER ARTHUR MAXSON of fallout 4 . rules are located :

HERE for docs ( mobile friendly )

      -- well , more than coming back ,

                     -- i’ve saved a url for a new fallout multi - muse !! 

                                -- remember that time i wrote piper ? preston ? THOUGHT about writing harkness ? well on top of maxson , i’ve decided to open the floodgates , so to speak .i’ll be moving maxson to that new blog in time . the process will be slow , and i’m looking to return to rp slowly , but given time i expect to be here reliably again !!

@courierfuckinsix​ liked for a lyric starter !!

            heart of glass -- blondie

@america-redefined​ liked for a lyric starter !!

            dreams -- fleetwood mac

@griimreaping​ liked for a lyric starter !!

            dancing in the dark -- bruce springsteen

@cheatdeaths​ liked for a lyric starter !!

            dream on -- aerosmith

@poisonpicked​ said:

“  it’s  easier  said  than  done.  “ (Savannah)

         ❝ as most things are , ❞       the elder breathed as his gloved hands traced over the maps the scribes had managed to gather . diagrams depicting floor - plans , ventilation ducts and the like of the MASS FUSION building . liberty prime required the agitator from the building’s bowels , and with the machine standing between they and JUSTICE , maxson frowned as he made sense of the interior .

             ❝ . . . failure here is not an option . we don’t possess the tools to infiltrate the institute without that machine , liberty prime , outside . ❞

      but he stood straighter , tapping the map of the building’s top floor as he did .

           ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Such  pretense.   Valentine would expect no different.  Maxson reminded him of a snake defanged,  impotent but still opening its mouth to threaten  &  hiss.  Like he could do anything to the synth.  Like that wretched,  horrible pride of his had any goddamned meaning,  especially now.  All it’d ever done was hurt people,  but he was still hissing.

          Valentine was not the kind that would stamp him out under his foot,  though.  He had no respect for the man,  but he was not vindictive.  He’d already had his fill of revenge.  He’d already seen the Brotherhood’s war come  &  destroy so much :     &  he was there in the vertibird to see it ended in flames after the massacre in the Old North Church.  So many lives were lost to that war,  lost on just that incredible day,  so many.  So many people on both sides.   &  for what ?

           Wasn’t that enough ?  Hadn’t the Brotherhood watered the earth with enough blood ?  Couldn’t it all finally be over ?   What could Maxson want now,  when he had nothing left ?   

         Pride.  Will to survive.  Whatever for ?  The man looked half — mad.  

         Suppose surviving the destruction of his flagship would do that to a guy.

         ❝ What good’s your pride ? ❞    Valentine demanded,  cold but not venomous ;   it was not hate that spread its tendrils through his chest,  but it was still something that was very sharp  &  resentful,  that remembered what Maxson had done to other synths just for being synths.   &  ghouls,  human beings just like him.  Why ?   Even after all these years a detective,  Valentine couldn’t fathom what drove a man to hate another man without cause.  For his scars,  for the place of his birth.  Because he was made by human hands.

          ❝ You’ve seen where your pride’s gotten you.  Bringing your war to th’  Commonwealth.  D’you think if I was gonna sink t’  your level,  I couldn’t have already killed you ? ❞

      ODD as it was -- maxson considered the synths words in a patience unheard of . perhaps it was fear that kept the elder complacent , or perhaps it was the knowledge that he was outmatched . he was a powerful man : a BRUTE , and a monster on two legs . . . and very well , that was how he was likely perceived . a violent , militaristic leader of a brotherhood disbanded and sent back westward . though , his people would be LUCKY if they reached even the great midwest commonwealth . . . for the journey EASTWARD had been difficult , and even reaching the commonwealth had cost many a life --

      -- but here he was : contemplating the lives of soldiers no longer his own , and wondering over a future he would not get to see . 

      instead , dark eyes pulled from glowing yellow circles upon two deep grey orbs ENTRENCHED in the synth’s skull . instead , the once - elder brought his head to hang , mania replaced with a sneer for the DIRT among his knees .

         ❝ the war was already here , ❞       he answered plainly as long lashes mingled -- eyes closing with a sigh . but of course his mission would be misunderstood . could they not see ? could they not see the unrest plaguing the commonwealth day in , and day out ? his mouth tasted of red , and of iron .

             ❝ the prydwen . . . she was a show of force . intimidate the aggressors into submission without firing a shot . ❞       a breath in his throat crackled , and he pulled his gaze back up .          ❝ but you and your kind were too STUBBORN . ❞

         ❝ our mission was then clear : total victory , no matter the cost . ❞

               but where had it gotten him ? the brotherhood ?

      // happy almost pride this maxson is bi with a heavy preference for women !!  he’s always had fantasies about men , so it’s really nothing new to him , he’s just never had the chance to explore that side of himself . people assume -- people always assume -- that he’s straight if only because that was the ‘norm , ’  as in , he was / is expected to carry on the maxson name . . . 

THIS WASN’T AT ALL HOW VIKTORIA HAD ENVISIONED HER RETURN. Nowhere in her wildest dreams had she imagined failure. And not even in the worst of them had she imagined feeling like she did now: spending every second counting her breaths and trying her damndest to ignore the ice-cold anxiety in the pit of her stomach, whispering this is it, any second now, the walls will burst apart in fire, and the ship will go down. Brace for impact.

Fucking planes. Fucking — what did he say?

Vee blinked, watching the Elder’s hand sweep through the air. Maxson wanted her to sit — was asking her to sit. Nice touch, phrasing the command so delicately as if she had a choice in the matter. “Sir.” Viktoria gave him a sharp nod, stepping forward to comply. If her movements were stiff or awkward, she could only pray he chalked it up to overzealous professionalism instead of the horrific paranoia eating away at her insides. 

An awkward silence fell flat in the space between them. Probably her fault. Viktoria shifted in her seat, curling her fingers against her palms and placing them on her knees. Her gaze flickered around the room, taking in the dust pooling in the crevices, the shadows on the walls, the light refracting off the tumbler in the center of the room. 

The dark slashes under Elder Maxson’s eyes. 

“Have you been sleeping well lately, Elder? You look strained.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She stumbled right into the easiest trick in the book: keep the silence going for long enough, and ultimately someone will jump to fill it. Jump to their deaths, in her case.

Stupid, stupid. 

“Apologies.” Viktoria’s hands tightened into fists. “That was presumptuous of me. What information would you like to know? Is it about my mission?”

      he wasn’t expecting the chuckle that came free from his lips , nor could he imagine the soldier before him was quite prepared . he had build and CULTIVATED an entire personality purely for the sake of the brotherhood -- though if one were to ask , he would deny his sense of self being anything other than who he WAS as a man . . . perhaps , even to himself . but the drink flowed easily , and as he gathered another pristine crystalline glass from before him , he gestured easily to the bottle -- half full -- still seated so nicely upon the center of the table .

         ❝ i imagine such a statement would greatly annoy kells , but you’re right . i haven’t been sleeping well . ❞       a weak grin persisted only seconds longer before he leaned back in a rickety chair .

      and then the silence GREW yet again . hands woven upon his stomach , he did his best to avoid watching her , for his gaze -- as he had been told before -- was quite piercing . so instead , he looked to the drink before them . . . a lifeline , if he were honest , one tethering himself to sanity . or maybe , alcohol was quite the reason he COULDN’T sleep . . . either way , they were fighting a war . a war FRAUGHT with terrible choices waiting to birth even worse consequences . but all the speculation could wait , for as a deep sigh was inhaled , then released through his nose , he finally looked back to viktoria .

             ❝ but yes , this is about your mission . ❞       blunt ; yet he mused he hadn’t become ELDER by coddling . still , understanding there was little room for cruelty in his army , maxson sat straighter in his chair .

         ❝ you preformed admirably , and directly in line with the brotherhood’s ideals . make no mistake , this is not a disciplinary meeting . i wish only to understand what happened . the reports described much , but . . . ❞

      lips thinned .