#fallout-thoughts

AH!

SEE THIS IS HOW YOU LIGHTEN THE MOOD!

Toshi can talk to his son even if he’s halfway around the world through OFA, PLEASE YES I LOVE THIS. They could chat whenever Deku needed him, even if Toshi was busy with something else, and Toshi could check in on Deku when his worried Dad senses are tingling. YES I APPROVE AND ACCEPT

...oh....

but then this just makes me think....

Marty Bullfinch was the first. No kidding.

I’ve always worked alone. It’s just been easier that way. I can stand weather and rads that would have your average squishy biological detective down for the count pretty fast.

I told Marty that. He said, we don’t have to work together together, we can just work out of the same office and divide up the cases. Sounded like a good idea, because I was realizing I couldn’t keep up with all the work I was taking on.

Well, it turned out he was just one more thing to keep up with. The guy was bad news. It was good for him, having an office to work out of, because people already knew where to go to look for a detective. There was a certain portion of our clientele who were a hell of a lot less reluctant to hire a human gumshoe than a synth. But after a little while people were asking for me by name again.

Yeesh. I don’t like to speak ill of the dead, but -- yeesh. The truth is, they weren’t asking for me by name, they were asking for not that guy. Especially the lady clients. “Is Bullfinch around? No? Good, I’ve got a problem for ya, Nicky.”

Shrouds sleeping body reached and grabbed at  the sheets of the bed, she had long since kicked the blanket off, as well as any pillows that had been there. Her voice and breathing was unsteady and murmured nonsensically, though occasionally the word “Cold” was mentioned.

The sound of his voice, a calming and melodious one eventually broke through her nightmare. Then she realized that she had been asleep and opened her eyes. Her breathing returned to normal as she looked over at leveret and blinked in surprise.

Faraday leans over her shoulder to read the line, then snorts. Rubbing the back of his neck he debates what to tell her, eventually deciding on the truth because he knows it will make her smile.

Is it really that iconic a look? Huh. It’s beige. At least it used to be. I wasn’t going for the comic book vigilante image or anything. You don’t want to draw too much attention in this line of work, and I’m already disadvantaged in that department.

The idea came first, though.

Mayor Roberts was good for Diamond City, and I think some people saw me as – well, his pet charity project. They didn’t object as long as he was in office. But when he retired I thought I’d better make myself useful in case my free rent ran out. I’d already been doing a little consulting on the side and if I started charging for it I could at least pay my taxes.

Funny thing was, I’d been sitting on the idea for a while, and I guess I was resisting it. I liked the detective work, and I was good at it, but it was all because of Nick, and I was just a tad bitter about it. I couldn’t get away from the guy. But I had the skills, so why not use ‘em? If I was going to be a detective because I was programmed for it, that wouldn’t be any less dignified than being the default handyman on account of I was a little more durable than anyone else.

The outfit came later. I’d had my eye on a snappy black wool suit at Fallon’s ever since I’d been over there to unclog the plumbing. Once I’d saved up the caps and worn through the elbows of my old flannel shirt, I marched right over there. Didn’t care if old Mr. Fallon looked at me funny.

And then I blew half my caps on books. Yeah, I remember what they were. Moby-Dick, Little Women, and an Edgar Allan Poe collection. Classic New England stuff. Still needed clothes, and managed to cobble together an outfit off the discount rack. The coat had already seen better days.

I went with Modern AU versions solely because I’m too lazy to try to draw all of canon!DiMA’s bits and bobs.