O V E R S E E R

                             It took more willpower than she’d expected to tear herself away from Eva, even with the faintly unpleasant smile rising from her formerly immaculate clothing. Amata had missed her friend dearly, and she was momentarily overwhelmed by the temptation of sobbing into her embrace. It had been so awful since she’d left. Everything had gone wrong. Instead, she forced a small smile onto her face. She was the rebels’s leader now. She had to be strong.  ❝ Thank you! ❞ she exclaimed, relieved.  ❝ This isn’t really your fault, but I don’t know who else stands a chance at fixing it.  My dad won’t listen to me or anyone. ❞ Suddenly, her expression fell.  ❝ We’ve lost so many people to the radroaches and the skirmishes. I didn’t know what to do other than send for you. This needs to end, Eva. ❞

             ❝ Mir? Did you get in another fight --- - ? ❞ She snapped her mouth shut before her scolding could turn into a long-winded lecture. Miriam would probably just get more of the same from her father; it would make little difference in the long run. No matter how often she was reprimanded, the blonde would still turn up with bloody noses courtesy of Vault 101′s resident assholes.  Amata let out a soft sigh, crossing over to her desk to pluck a tissue from its box and hand it to her friend.  ❝ What did Butch do this time? ❞

                   ❝ You came! ❞ Amata’s eyes stretched wide with astonishment as she approached her friend. Her hazel gaze roamed over Eva, trying to pick out the changes that the wasteland had made to her. Even beneath the dust and grime of the outside, her visage was familiar. Still, Amata was hesitant to get too near, coming to a stop once there was roughly two feet of space between them.  ❝ You got my message, ❞ she breathed.  ❝ Are you here to help? ❞

                  Her gaze trailing lazily about the bar, she settled down on one of the stools. With a grateful smile at Gob, she ordered a bottle of purified water and set a few caps onto the counter. Afterwards, her attention turned to a woman a few stools away.  ❝ Hi, ❞ she greeted politely.  ❝ I’m Amata. Are you new here? I’ve never seen you before. ❞

                 starter call !!

i’m much too lazy to make an actual promo, but this blog is (mostly) up and running! i need to make a fallout 4 verse for amata and clean up her tags still, but, other than that, she’s ready to roll. also, her faceclaim has changed from seychelle gabriel to odette annable (who actually voice acts amata!).

   “You came!” She was almost tempted to pull Cass in for an embrace, but  she stopped herself. Amata didn’t know what was out in the wasteland; she  hadn’t a clue what atrocities her friend might have faced out there. No, it was  better she keep her distance, for now.    “I was worried. I thought maybe you were...” she trailed off, the glint in her   eyes faltering for a moment. “But you’re not. You’re okay,” she added in a   murmur, her shoulders slumping forward with relief.

   “I’m sorry Hudson. I’ve got to finish these chapters before tomorrow.”                         [ God knows dad will be testing me on them. ]

     “A talking TREE?” Amata inquired, resisting the urge to laugh aloud at the mere thought. The wasteland was such a bizarre place, and she believed Jessica’s word, no matter how far-fetched the story. It wasn’t as if she’d lied to Amata in the past. “Are there any other places like Oasis; ones that look like the old world?” There was a part of her that had hoped, upon leaving the vault, that the outside world would be a splendid one, like the pictures in their textbooks.     It wasn’t quite as she'd imagined, of course, but Amata intended to withhold judgement until she’d spent more time out in the real world. All places had their faults; she just had to figure out which she’d rather deal with: the Capital Wastes or Vault 101. “I can’t wait to see what’s out here. I’m a little...scared too, but I never thought I’d even leave the vault, let alone get to explore the outside world!”

     “So, are you from this area, Jo? Or did you       come from someplace else?”

    Amata clung tightly to Jessica, rubbing her back gently. Even if the joy she could provide her was temporary, Amata was relieved to see that smile break over her face. It’d been far too long since she’d been graced with it. Her heart plummeted in her chest as Jessica spoke of her father again. She loathed the thought of her friend curled up, morose and alone, in the room where James had died. No one deserve to grief by themselves.    Giving Jessica’s back a soft pat, she broke away from the hug, but kept her hands along Jessica’s arms. “We can go wherever you want.” Admittedly, the idea of seeing real trees -- a place not so ravaged by war -- was far more tempting than venturing further into the bleak wasteland. However, Amata was content to follow Jessica wherever she decided to lead her. “I’ve already been to Megaton, though. We had to get in contact with them for trade. It’s a little...strange there. Those people worship a BOMB.” Her nose wrinkled up as she spoke, her eyebrows furrowing down in confusion. “I don’t get it.”

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