Fancy a game?

closed thread with @psykercon

Goodneighbor, a place with a very particular type of charm. Sybil never found the urge to visit the well known town, though the mayor did say that her name often floated around the worn streets. Today she came to see if that statement was true. This certainly was a long way from Salem, and the environment was also very different so Sybil instantly felt uncomfortable. It didn’t help that some man hassled her the instant she walked through the front gates, though the Seer easily brushed that off. 

She used her white cane, a common tool for blind people, to help her navigate the walkways. That was until she accidentally hit a Triggerman in the leg with her cane. To say he was mad would be an understatement. The female instantly apologized but the man was shouting to loud to even hear her. What a great first impression.

He must, because usually when people were getting accosted in Goodneighbor he could look away and say, well they should have known better! Besides, butting in on other people’s problems to play hero was bad for business around here. being a Dudley Do Right around here had the same effect going around being nefarious had in Diamond City.

Yet here he was innocently trying to enjoy his cigarette and this woman was making him feel BAD. 

Even the standard looking away until it was over didn’t seem to be working, mostly because this Triggerman seemed intent on letting the world know what an inconvenience that this all was. Jesus, somebody was compensating for something wasn’t he?

Upon further inspection Malcolm soon understood why. So with a smug smirk, he gave a small chortle to draw their attention towards his perch above them.

Maclolm’s gaze again fell onto the super mutant, his eyes particularly set on his hand which was now tightened with a combination of his own unreasonably strong grip and probably rigor mortis.

She had started bashing his brain in while he had started a game with him, and resting ever so annihilated in his palm was what was once one of Malcolm’s cards.

Turning back to complain his words died as he saw the shillelagh, as the smart ass he barely could be arsed to contain to begin with bubbled forth.

[ Shrugs. The joke goes over her head. Bell slides the shillelagh back into its belt loop. It can rest there, at her hip and at the ready. ]

[ There is no salvaging that handkerchief. It’s soaked through with red blood, from corner to corner. But, she folds it into a neat square, and hands it back to him, without batting an eye. Not even a ‘thank you’ on her pretty lips. Tsk, tsk. ]

[ She is still spattered with blood. Just a little news update, there. It flakes away in rust brown specks, when she combs her fingers through her hair. Bell stares at Malcolm for a long time. ]

Nah, he didn’t want that thing back and he made as much obvious by pushing her hand and the handkerchief back towards her person. If she persisted she’d find that the handkerchief would find it’s way neatly onto the ground.

What a charming individual he had just met. Malcolm couldn’t hack back to such eloquence to at least since that brahmin pie got stuck to his shoe.

Malcolm blinked, and then quirked a brow. His facial expression said all that needed to be said; this guy might a I suppose  well have said he enjoys eating spiked wire. That doesn’t really explain the whole, hanging around radiation.

“What a great time, swimming through radiation. Great time, ghoulification might be in your cards.”

Oh, now the onus is on him. 

“Cut me a break! Where I used to live there was nothing but dirt, trash and rubble all over the place. It’s nice to look at the sea. Even if it the sea is a bunch of radiated crap.”

He then waved a hand over the rocky area the boy had returned to.

  He rolled his eyes slightly, busying himself with combing fingers through his hair. Adon hadn’t come to the shore to be criticized or mocked. But he remained listening with his eyes closed. 

   “Oh, that sounds like a dreadful place…So you’ve come to admire the sea?” 

  The witch beamed, his murky eyes clearing slightly. Of course, he didn’t appreciate this man calling the ocean ‘radiated crap. But the boy chose to ignore it. “It’s not exactly the best shore I’ve seen, but the commonwealth is rough around all it’s edges.”

    Were they going to keep pointing out that he’d taken a swim? It’s as if they were personally offended by it…Maybe it came from a good place. After all, the waters were dangerous if one weren’t Adon. 

Or maybe he was just chilling. Yeah, that was less weepy and introspective.

sickness symbol meme! || open!

            It’s only a few moments, but a few moments is cause enough for concern. She comes to with bleary eyes and sluggish movements, slowly realizing that yes, she’s being held after almost hitting the floor by two very strong arms belonging to the man next to her. 

…Her customer, she realizes.

Malcolm gave a small furrow of his brow, he wasn’t even sure how he had ended up here. This meeting was completely by chance, this wasn’t the shop he had intended to enter.

But he was Malcolm, so he couldn’t truly skip the opportunity to look good.

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