#eridianwatcher

[If I ever want to set foot outside of this station again, I will.] Audrey continued as her own voice was projected out of a little speaker in her collar without moving her lips or jaw. She’s back to her stance to be ‘at attention’ to her mentor. If one were to look closely, her back had straightened out when hearing approval. Getting through the day was easier if she had sought the approval of The Watcher instead of just avoiding Jack’s temper. Despite her need to hide any evidence of it, Audrey sought out praise whenever possible. It’s something to be expected give the way she’s been essentially raised. 

the jungle book (1967) sentence starters.

    TRUST.   it had as much value as chump change and pebble sized chunk of eridium, enough to get you full of stab wounds and your corpse left for the skags.   just like a shadow it was there in the brightest times but the moment the happiness fades and the dark rolls in and it disappears.   

   she had always played with her cards close to her chest and the deck in her sleeve, and ever since fiona’s disappearance.    she put everything on the bet of finding her, no matter where the traveller decided to take her in one moment or the next, her and sasha will find her.    the space fiona left was unfathomable, the thought of trio going down to two, to one... needless to say, the skag bite she got at the age of nine would seem like a paper cut compared.   and from her interaction from a literal vault deity, her oldest sister might just be inches from her fingertips and her chest clenches at the thought, afraid of the false hope, afraid of the fall from the ladder that would land her back at square one.

   she wanted her back, more than anything.   but was she willing to place down her final ace?    you damn right she was.

┑This place felt... off. Timmy couldn’t place it. He just felt like he shouldn’t be here. For someplace like Pandora, where it seems to be eternally hot, he felt.... cold. Uneasy. This encampment looked completely abandoned; like, not even vault hunters were here. Just... empty. It doesn’t matter really. He still picks through each house all the same, filling a wagon with any supplies he grabs and making sure to be quick about it.┍

“O-oh, hello there. My name is Gortys.”

Nisha was finally getting off duty for the day. She was tired and honestly, ready to go sleep off the long day. It was her own fault for taking on the extra work, not that she’d admit.

Still, seeing as her apartment was next to a bar, she had to stop in and get a drink. She went to take a seat, flashing the bartender a grin as they got to work on her usual. Her attention turned to the person beside her, chuckling.

From the moment he learnt of The Warrior’s existence, nothing else seemed to matter. And why would it, when after he’d obtained the vault key necessary to awaken the alien superweapon he’d have the ability to cleanse Pandora of the bandit scourge that consumed it. The entirety of Hyperion’s resources were at his disposal, and with an army at his command, few could stand to impede his goal. The odds were stacking in his favour- his visions guiding earnest hands. Soon he would achieve his goal, at all costs.

Though, it was an aim that faced catastrophic derailment, if the current moment was any cause for concern. Spending some time at a Hyperion exploration site, he had been alone save for the company of a few bots when the visitor came, silent as a ghost with little warning. By the time he realised he had company, he knew it would be too late; were they hostile, they had already veered close enough to deal a telling blow. There was no point resisting. 

“Really? Is this how you plan to off me?” Keeping his voice firm, Jack stood perfectly still, gaze looking back towards the being positioned behind him. “Got a loootttaaaa nerve, bandit, thinking you could just-- woah!” Finding the mettle necessary to stare demise in the eye, he finds the courage necessary to confront his foe, turning around to greet them- only for odd coloured hues to spy a curious sight.

And to think he thought the last he’d see of these assholes was back on Elpis. His memory of them may have been fuzzy at best, no thanks to the amount of uppers he’d been on during the duration of that shitshow (in order to cope, he’d claim), but this asshole in particular was one he simply wasn’t lucky enough to bar from his mind altogether. Even so, keeping the eridian beneath a wary gaze, his arms were thrown up in a show of dramatic exasperation.

@eridianwatcher Marcus had heard lots of tales of the mythical figures that were supposed to guard and inhabit the Vaults over the years. He had only caught a telltale glimpse of them once, and they didn’t approach. But now, almost 25 years later, there was one approaching him.

It stood a couple inches taller than him, maybe a foot, impossibly lanky and limbs attached at odd angles. Or maybe it just looked odd to the businessman.