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@gvnsmith.  @gvnsmith.  @gvnsmith. 

                             ❛  it’s  a  shotgun,  ❜  words are blunt ——— like a lead pipe, but alex has never been the type to mince words. the shotgun in question is a thing of sordid beauty, with mother mary herself blasphemously close to the trigger. mother mary, full of grace, bless the poor asshole on the business end of this gun. it’s ornate, it’s beautiful and wholly opposite of the den of destruction they’re in. it doesn’t need to be beautiful though, not for this deathcraft this woman is involved in. an artisan of annihilation, alexandra soto watches this would be reaper. (  he  doesn’t  have  the  face  of  a  killer.  )   (  but  neither  do  i.  )  she shifts, brown eyes glance upward towards him before looking to a pistol on his left.      ❛  it’s  a  gun,  not  an  animal.  it’s  not  going  to  go  off  if  you  make  eye  contact.  ❜  //  @ainthero:  sc.

      there’s something about the nature of raiders that makes her sick, it isn’t their all for me and none for you mentality; for that is the wasteland in general. it’s not even the killing. it is, without a doubt, their legion like mentality. the depravity in which they drink deep that’s got an unnerving feel to the gunsmith. the asshole who’d gotten the jump on her had shot her in the leg, from there they were like a pack akin to dogs rather than mortal men. she lost track of time the way they dragged her out to this location. this warehouse long since abandoned, it’s leader adorned on what looked like a throne of thorns. it’s hard to tell what was armor and what was him, but the outline was similar.  ❛  hey,  let  me  fucking  go !  ❜  she cried out, while her leg was bum her arms moved and as she dislodged herself from the grip she fell to the floor, brown eyes glanced upward. her breath hitched, the face, while masked, was familiar. she knew those eyes; crazy and wild as they were.            ❛  ——— ABNER?  ❜  //  @remnantrecruit: sc.

                                               there had been one run of the oppenheimer out in the glowing sea, a warhead deprived from the brotherhood of steel because alexandra soto sacrificed her dreams for no man. the event itself had horrified her and while she still had the weapon, she’d given the warheads and their location to the brotherhood for their war. it’s the first time though she’s seen arthur maxson with a grin.  ❛  don’t  count  your  brahmin  yet,  elder.  ❜  it maybe a turning point, but that doesn’t mean much.  ❛  you  still  got  a  war  to  win,  and  just  because  that  thing  took  out  the  enclave  doesn’t  mean  it’s  gonna  take  out  the  institute.  ❜  //  @eldermaxscn: cont.