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“Would you rather fight a Deathclaw sized Radroach, or 20 Radroach sized Deathclaws?”
"Twenty radroach sized deathclaws, easily. You can stomp on them long before the others can over take you. Or set a mine down and watch it rain bits. Or or- Twenty new friends."
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Hey, if you’re a Fallout RP blog, or an RP blog with a Fallout AU, do me a favor and like or reblog this? I’m in the process of building a masterlist. The masterlist is on this blog.
As a small note though, I won’t be including personal blogs. Hub blogs are fine, just reblog and tag with the urls of the sideblogs you’d like included.
@minuteman-in-red
Continued from X
If Nick had eyebrows, one of them would be raised.
“And how am I supposed to do that when I don’t sleep?” He asks. It came off a bit harsher than he would have liked. At least when he was human he could pass out for eight hours. As a Synth, well, he couldn’t sleep.
“Perhaps by thanking your team of helpers.” She gestures to the four standing around him. “I know it is hard for you not to go off on a new case but it is imperative not to get more overworked at the moment.”
“I can step in on case work.” Rox offered. “Preston and the General woukd most certainly understand.”
Nick puts his hand on his head, squinting in frustration.
“No, I am saying that I don’t sleep, ever, so how do I rest?” He asks. It’s funny, you know? A synth asking how to rest? Not like he can help it though.
"Do not do a lot of activity. No running and absolutely no tinkering." Doc tapped his arm that he tended to work on the most.
@minuteman-in-red
Continued from X
If Nick had eyebrows, one of them would be raised.
“And how am I supposed to do that when I don’t sleep?” He asks. It came off a bit harsher than he would have liked. At least when he was human he could pass out for eight hours. As a Synth, well, he couldn’t sleep.
"Perhaps by thanking your team of helpers." She gestures to the four standing around him. "I know it is hard for you not to go off on a new case but it is imperative not to get more overworked at the moment."
"I can step in on case work." Rox offered. "Preston and the General woukd most certainly understand."
"What happened to you?!" (@minuteman-in-red)
He’d gone out on a missing persons case. A boy, no older than ten had disappeared during the night without explanation. It was the fifth case this month, and he was afraid that there would be more. Just when he had finally found a clue, he was captured by the Rust Devils. Nick’s memory of the time he was captured was vague, but he didn’t need memory. When he had escaped his right leg had a gaping hole, as well as his arms. Pieces had been removed from his legs, and the side of his head was cracked. He’d eventually managed to get to safety, trying his best not to pass out on the way there. Odd, considering he didn’t have a need to sleep. He’s aware that someone was shouting at him, presumably asking if he was okay, or what happened to him. He assumed it was the latter.
“Got… taken by Rust Devils.” He answers.
“Easy there, Big guy.” The blonde quickly knelt to look him over, waving her fingers in front of his face. “Minuteman at your service. Can you see?” She lifted his head enough to get a look at the damage, frowning. “I don’t think I’m equipped for this..” She gently released him to get a look at the other areas, examining his arms and legs. “If I was able to lift you up, do you think you could make it in time to get in to Goodneighbor? There’s a lady down there that can tend to this better than I can and it’s only a good mile away.”
“I don’t know. I’m lightheaded as it is.” He says, his voice full of worry. He knew he needed help, but he could barely stay awake. The last thing he saw was the woman’s concerned face before his eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he falls backwards, his world going black.
Rox gave a noise similar to a wheeze, unable to catch him before he cracked his head on the pavement. She holstered her weapon before attempting to lift the synth up. How much did he even weigh?! Granted, years of jet weren’t doing to hot with her legs. With a bit of grunting she was able to throw the guy over her shoulder and stumble off. Nick was tossed over her shoulder like a ragdoll. More efficient than dragging or full on carrying him bridal style. One hand held him in place as she marched, the other on her pistol holstered on her hip. Guess it was his lucky day.
Doctor Amari was rather unprepared when Rox tumbled down the stairs with Nick at hand. And I mean tumbled. The poor girl ended up landing on the unconscious synth. Luckily for her, even though neither knew how to treat him a few friends from the Railroad stepped in. It was possible Nick would pull through.
When Desdemona, Tinker Tom, and Deacon found out about Nick, Tinker Tom was the first to volunteer to fix the old Synth.
“Excuse me, don’t you think you should send me too? You know, Synth to Synth?” Glory asks.
“Diamond City has a no tolerance policy to Synths. I can’t risk sending you over there even if I wanted to.” Desdemona answers.
“Okay but if he dies, it’s on your head.” Glory threatens. Desdemona rolls her eyes and goes with Tinker Tom and Deacon. When they got to the memory den, Tom winced when he sees Nick’s injuries.
“Damn he got fucked up!” He exclaims.
Desdemona and Deacon rolled their eyes.
“Can you fix him, or not?” She asks.
“Yeah, yeah. Chill! Damn!” Tom says as he starts working on Nick.
His first order of business was checking the components under the cracks.
Carefully prying open the cracks, he winced when he sees the loose pieces of metal rattling around. Grabbing the tweezers, he carefully removed the broken pieces from the inside of his head, placing them in a bowl beside him.
Once the pieces were gone, he carefully closed the side of Nick’s head and starts cauterizing the cracks.
“Whoa! Is that really necessary?” Deacon asks. Tom ignored him as he continues working on the cracks. Soon enough they were cauterized and he starts with his arms. He whistles when he sees the big gaping hole where metal used to be.
“Well shit.” He says.
“What?” Desdemona asks.
“I’m gonna need some metal, and a lot of it before I can replace the pieces that were taken.” Tom answers.
“I can find something.” Rox volunteered herself quickly, pushing herself off the wall she had bern leaning on. Since she had dragged Nick in like a cat, she had been up for about a day and a half, sleeplessly pacing the floors.
“I’m sure I could find some synth enemies around here somewhere.”
“Hey, I appreciate the help, but you look dead on your feet. Why don’t you rest for a little while before going out there?” Tom asks.
“I agree with Tom here. You look dead on your feet, and you’d be vulnerable in this state.” Desdemona says.
“I agree with them. Why don’t you rest up a bit before going out there?” Deacon asks.
“I’ve got it, I swear. This is just another day for I promise.” The blonde shook her head, a hand going over her face quickly as she tried to perk up. “Sleepless nights are the job description.”
Desdemona sighs.
“You’re not going to rest, are you?” She asks. She knows Nick needs the metal, but she wished that the woman would rest even for a little bit before going out there. She was failing epically at convincing her.
“If I can get back up I’m sure I can make it back safely.” Rox ran a hand through her hair. “I’ll rest when he’s not teetering on perminant shut down.”
She sighs.
“Look, I appreciate this, but this is a hell of a risk you’re taking. Just make it back, alright? That’s all I ask.”
“And miss my chance to meet the great mechanical dick, absolutely not!” She shot them a grin before plopping her hat on her head and walking out.
Deacon cracks up. Desdemona rolled her eyes.
“Don’t you start.”
“Great mechanical dick?” Deacon asks.
“Hey she said it not me.” Desdemona says.
Hours later the blonde returned. She sported a ton of new metal and a couple of gun shot wounds to her torso. Tossing her pack out on the floor she collapsed on the chair.
“Do me a favor..” She mumbled. “Fetch me some jet so I can see him awake huh?”
“Or you could, you know? Get some sleep? This’ll probably take hours to fix.” Tom says.
“Look I promise, when Nick wakes up we’ll wake you.” Desdemona says.
Man she’s really stubborn. Deacon sighs and sits next to her.
“Ain’t for sleep.” She moved her hand, showing the blood blossoming over her uniform. “Shit hurts but it’s not fatal. I think. Didn’t hit anything vital.”
Before they could say anything, Nick wakes up with a groan.
“Ho! Nick! You’re awake! Sheeit man you scared the ‘ell out of us!” Tom says.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Rox leaned forward, hand firmly pressed against her wound to look at the Synth. “Pulled through after all.”
Nick lets out a weak laugh.
“Remind me not to get kidnapped next time.” He jokes.
Deacon snorts.
“Asshole.”
Desdemona cracks up.
The blonde gave a soft snort before sitting back. "If it were that easy, think a lot less would happen around here."
Amari returned after gathering some supplies, patching the minuteman up after checking in on Nick. With a flash of light to his eyes, she gave a hum. "It looks like you'll recover, but I cannot stress this enough. You must rest. Too much stress on your new parts could put you out of sorts again."
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"What happened to you?!" (@minuteman-in-red)
He’d gone out on a missing persons case. A boy, no older than ten had disappeared during the night without explanation. It was the fifth case this month, and he was afraid that there would be more. Just when he had finally found a clue, he was captured by the Rust Devils. Nick’s memory of the time he was captured was vague, but he didn’t need memory. When he had escaped his right leg had a gaping hole, as well as his arms. Pieces had been removed from his legs, and the side of his head was cracked. He’d eventually managed to get to safety, trying his best not to pass out on the way there. Odd, considering he didn’t have a need to sleep. He’s aware that someone was shouting at him, presumably asking if he was okay, or what happened to him. He assumed it was the latter.
“Got… taken by Rust Devils.” He answers.
“Easy there, Big guy.” The blonde quickly knelt to look him over, waving her fingers in front of his face. “Minuteman at your service. Can you see?” She lifted his head enough to get a look at the damage, frowning. “I don’t think I’m equipped for this..” She gently released him to get a look at the other areas, examining his arms and legs. “If I was able to lift you up, do you think you could make it in time to get in to Goodneighbor? There’s a lady down there that can tend to this better than I can and it’s only a good mile away.”
“I don’t know. I’m lightheaded as it is.” He says, his voice full of worry. He knew he needed help, but he could barely stay awake. The last thing he saw was the woman’s concerned face before his eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he falls backwards, his world going black.
Rox gave a noise similar to a wheeze, unable to catch him before he cracked his head on the pavement. She holstered her weapon before attempting to lift the synth up. How much did he even weigh?! Granted, years of jet weren’t doing to hot with her legs. With a bit of grunting she was able to throw the guy over her shoulder and stumble off. Nick was tossed over her shoulder like a ragdoll. More efficient than dragging or full on carrying him bridal style. One hand held him in place as she marched, the other on her pistol holstered on her hip. Guess it was his lucky day.
Doctor Amari was rather unprepared when Rox tumbled down the stairs with Nick at hand. And I mean tumbled. The poor girl ended up landing on the unconscious synth. Luckily for her, even though neither knew how to treat him a few friends from the Railroad stepped in. It was possible Nick would pull through.
When Desdemona, Tinker Tom, and Deacon found out about Nick, Tinker Tom was the first to volunteer to fix the old Synth.
“Excuse me, don’t you think you should send me too? You know, Synth to Synth?” Glory asks.
“Diamond City has a no tolerance policy to Synths. I can’t risk sending you over there even if I wanted to.” Desdemona answers.
“Okay but if he dies, it’s on your head.” Glory threatens. Desdemona rolls her eyes and goes with Tinker Tom and Deacon. When they got to the memory den, Tom winced when he sees Nick’s injuries.
“Damn he got fucked up!” He exclaims.
Desdemona and Deacon rolled their eyes.
“Can you fix him, or not?” She asks.
“Yeah, yeah. Chill! Damn!” Tom says as he starts working on Nick.
His first order of business was checking the components under the cracks.
Carefully prying open the cracks, he winced when he sees the loose pieces of metal rattling around. Grabbing the tweezers, he carefully removed the broken pieces from the inside of his head, placing them in a bowl beside him.
Once the pieces were gone, he carefully closed the side of Nick’s head and starts cauterizing the cracks.
“Whoa! Is that really necessary?” Deacon asks. Tom ignored him as he continues working on the cracks. Soon enough they were cauterized and he starts with his arms. He whistles when he sees the big gaping hole where metal used to be.
“Well shit.” He says.
“What?” Desdemona asks.
“I’m gonna need some metal, and a lot of it before I can replace the pieces that were taken.” Tom answers.
“I can find something.” Rox volunteered herself quickly, pushing herself off the wall she had bern leaning on. Since she had dragged Nick in like a cat, she had been up for about a day and a half, sleeplessly pacing the floors.
“I’m sure I could find some synth enemies around here somewhere.”
“Hey, I appreciate the help, but you look dead on your feet. Why don’t you rest for a little while before going out there?” Tom asks.
“I agree with Tom here. You look dead on your feet, and you’d be vulnerable in this state.” Desdemona says.
“I agree with them. Why don’t you rest up a bit before going out there?” Deacon asks.
“I’ve got it, I swear. This is just another day for I promise.” The blonde shook her head, a hand going over her face quickly as she tried to perk up. “Sleepless nights are the job description.”
Desdemona sighs.
“You’re not going to rest, are you?” She asks. She knows Nick needs the metal, but she wished that the woman would rest even for a little bit before going out there. She was failing epically at convincing her.
“If I can get back up I’m sure I can make it back safely.” Rox ran a hand through her hair. “I’ll rest when he’s not teetering on perminant shut down.”
She sighs.
“Look, I appreciate this, but this is a hell of a risk you’re taking. Just make it back, alright? That’s all I ask.”
“And miss my chance to meet the great mechanical dick, absolutely not!” She shot them a grin before plopping her hat on her head and walking out.
Deacon cracks up. Desdemona rolled her eyes.
“Don’t you start.”
“Great mechanical dick?” Deacon asks.
“Hey she said it not me.” Desdemona says.
Hours later the blonde returned. She sported a ton of new metal and a couple of gun shot wounds to her torso. Tossing her pack out on the floor she collapsed on the chair.
“Do me a favor..” She mumbled. “Fetch me some jet so I can see him awake huh?”
“Or you could, you know? Get some sleep? This’ll probably take hours to fix.” Tom says.
“Look I promise, when Nick wakes up we’ll wake you.” Desdemona says.
Man she’s really stubborn. Deacon sighs and sits next to her.
“Ain’t for sleep.” She moved her hand, showing the blood blossoming over her uniform. “Shit hurts but it’s not fatal. I think. Didn’t hit anything vital.”
Before they could say anything, Nick wakes up with a groan.
“Ho! Nick! You’re awake! Sheeit man you scared the ‘ell out of us!” Tom says.
"Well I'll be damned." Rox leaned forward, hand firmly pressed against her wound to look at the Synth. "Pulled through after all."
*slowly removes my heart-shaped sunglasses* i beg your fucking pardon
Nick Valentine, being the only companion who was alive before the war, is the only one besides Sole who has a birth certificate and a baptismal certificate floating around somewhere in some archive in the Commonwealth. MacCready is the only one who’s come close to it; there used to be a baptism-inspired initiation into being Mayor of Little Lamplight where they were dunked in a river of rad water to prove their strength… that’s sorta like baptism, right Sole? (“Not really, RJ”, they say)
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i’m sorry. i’m not quite feeling myself. (minuteman-in-red)
Carl nods, knowing how quickly that feeling could sneak up on people. He hadn’t noticed anything off from her, but how could he know what was happening on a more personal level.
“It’s alright. If you need some space or alone time just let me know.”
“Do you ever have…dreams? Of places you’ve never been to?”
“Well, I guess. I’ve had dreams imagining what the world must have been like before.”
“No, no nothing like that. I think..I think I’ve been dreaming of..the Institute.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, the word easily having the ability to start some sort of talk between others in the general area.
His face pulled into a frown.
“Why? Why would you think that?” He asked keeping his voice low. Why she came to him of all people was a mystery.
“I’m scared..” She whispered, fiddling with the button on her jacket. “I’ve heard..stories of people discovering they weren’t..weren’t people and everything began to unravel.” There is a look of child like terror on her face as she spoke, no longer able to look him in the eye. Granted, sharing patrols with the BoS wasn’t exactly the best but it was a neutral option.
“Hey,” He reaches forward to take her hand. “Look, you can trust me. Just tell me what you saw and I…” What could he do? He wouldn’t know what the Institute looked like from within.
She gripped his hand, her lip trembling a bit as she took a deep breathe. Rox couldn't seem to really seem to talk for a moment, opening her mouth before closing it. "I'm sorry.."
i’m sorry. i’m not quite feeling myself. (minuteman-in-red)
Carl nods, knowing how quickly that feeling could sneak up on people. He hadn’t noticed anything off from her, but how could he know what was happening on a more personal level.
“It’s alright. If you need some space or alone time just let me know.”
“Do you ever have…dreams? Of places you’ve never been to?”
“Well, I guess. I’ve had dreams imagining what the world must have been like before.”
“No, no nothing like that. I think..I think I’ve been dreaming of..the Institute.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, the word easily having the ability to start some sort of talk between others in the general area.
His face pulled into a frown.
“Why? Why would you think that?” He asked keeping his voice low. Why she came to him of all people was a mystery.
"I'm scared.." She whispered, fiddling with the button on her jacket. "I've heard..stories of people discovering they weren't..weren't people and everything began to unravel." There is a look of child like terror on her face as she spoke, no longer able to look him in the eye. Granted, sharing patrols with the BoS wasn't exactly the best but it was a neutral option.
i’m sorry. i’m not quite feeling myself. (minuteman-in-red)
Carl nods, knowing how quickly that feeling could sneak up on people. He hadn’t noticed anything off from her, but how could he know what was happening on a more personal level.
“It’s alright. If you need some space or alone time just let me know.”
“Do you ever have…dreams? Of places you’ve never been to?”
“Well, I guess. I’ve had dreams imagining what the world must have been like before.”
"No, no nothing like that. I think..I think I've been dreaming of..the Institute." Her voice dropped to a whisper, the word easily having the ability to start some sort of talk between others in the general area.
i’m sorry. i’m not quite feeling myself. (minuteman-in-red)
Carl nods, knowing how quickly that feeling could sneak up on people. He hadn’t noticed anything off from her, but how could he know what was happening on a more personal level.
“It’s alright. If you need some space or alone time just let me know.”
"Do you ever have...dreams? Of places you've never been to?"
“I can’t dance, I’ll just make a fool of myself.”
"Ain't a fool if you have fun." Rox only grinned, smoothing down her gown in the process. "But if you don't want to I'll just stay right here."
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Sentence Starters
“I can’t dance, I’ll just make a fool of myself.”
“I have to say, that certainly isn’t their color.”
“They are like a swan on the dance floor. Graceful when still, but a waddling mess when on land.”
“You can hardly call this a royal ball. More like the nobility desperate to act like things are the same.”
“The champagne has gold leaf in it.”
“I don’t know whether to be impressed by the fineries, or appalled by the waste.”
“Looks as though the Duke is already three sheets to the wind.”
“I should have eaten before I came. Hors d'oeuvres are not going to be enough.”
“I really only came for the feast.”
“How early is too early to leave?”
“There is a game of cards going on in the other room, care to join?”
“These shoes are the worst.”
“Everyone is so extravagant, I feel underdressed.”
“The king has yet to arrive to his own party.”
“Do you think the king’s mistress is making him late?”
“Care to dance?”
“Can I cut in?”
“Ow! That’s my foot.”
“They are a terrible dancer, but they are also awfully sweet.”
“You’ve danced with everyone here but me!”
“Well. Aren’t you popular with the ladies/men tonight…”
“Plenty of good matches tonight, don’t you think?”
“Anyone catch your eye tonight?”
“You could meet the love of your life tonight and not even realize it.”
“What have they done to gain your affections that I couldn’t?”
“Those ladies have been eyeing you like you are a knight in shining armor.”
“Their position is determined by marriage, and to them you are a secure future.”
“I’d like you to meet ______, They have been dying to get to know you.”
“Don’t look now, but I think ____ has plans of winning you over.”
“You look amazing.”
“You are the most ravishing lady in the room.”
“You clean up well.”
“Can we go home?”
“I only came to be polite, and now I’m going home.”
“I’m your ‘plus one’. You brought me here, I can’t leave without you.”
“Oh please, can we stay just a bit longer?”
“The king is black out drunk, and that is my cue to leave.”
“Wine, women, and dancing. What else could a party need?”
“I’m sorry, I’m waiting for someone.”
“This is a party? Looks more like a gambling den.”
“You’ve been alone all night, come join us.”
“Wallflowers rarely have any fun, are you sure you don’t want some company?”
Rox,,
