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"I don't like the Fog..." Princess whispers, chewing her pinky nail as she stares outside - beyond the protective machines into the mist.

“You’ll be safe here. The machines aren’t on the same systems. If one fails, the others provide enough cover to repair the broken one without too much hassle. We’re always improving them.”

He didn’t like it here. He didn’t like it one bit. As much as Nick was fairly resistant to radiation it didn’t mean he was immune to it, and it definitely didn’t mean he had any affection for radscorpions and withered ghouls and pits of bubbling irradiated tar. 

But he’d volunteered to come. They were tracking someone down and that was his specialty, and he was about better equipped for the Glowing Sea than most. 

Still he felt the heat biting into his joints. His systems were slowing down, his vision getting foggy and his head starting to throb. At least for now it only manifested in a sour mood and a deep frown as they plodded along, the lapel of his jacket pulled up high. Before them was a strange tower-- a steeple, rising up out of the sunken ground. “Either that’s the top of a church, or the rads are bringin’ out a religious side of me I didn’t know about.” 

💘. @prewarprincess​  wrote  :  Princess looks like she'd day dreaming again, chin on her hand and eyes to the crisp blue sky - Dogmeat dutifully at her feet as she absently runs her fingers through his fur. He huffs, to get her attention and she looks - and gives Nick one of her brightest smiles. "Oh~afternoon Mr. Valentine!"

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          ❝ ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Good  afternoon,   Miss  Pendleton, ❞    Valentine answers in kind,  drawing out the first syllable with his unmistakably distinctive accent   (  ❛   detective  accent,  ❜    people  call  it,   but  that’s  not  its  name  ).  He comes up to stand beside her,  hands in pockets,  expression particularly amiable.  He’s in good spirits.  It feels like the skies of his mind are clearing up,  not unlike the skies overhead.  As fine a day as the Commonwealth has ever seen,   &  Diamond City’s own private eye,  too.

【🔧】— Well that wasn’t usually something she saw everyday. Danielle was frankly surprised the woman was still alive under that collapsed sentry bot after it had exploded. Quickly shaking off her shock, she rushed over to what was left of the heavy metal dubris, eyes scanning it over to find the woman.

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          The scars that have accumulated on him are more than abundant,  & even at a glance,  they are readily apparent besides.  They have become a part of him so intrinsic as to be among his most recognizable features.  After all,  who can ignore the wide gashes that run down the sides of his face & neck,  permanently exposing his jaw & throat ?  or his right hand,  cleanly stripped of flesh ?   

           But these aren’t the scars that are most concerning.  No,  that would be the cut across the bridge of his nose,  deep but not enough to expose the metal through the skin.  Permanent nonetheless.  The new tear in his good forearm,  the one that hasn’t been ripped up already,  caused by unfortunately characteristic recklessness.  The ones that are hidden by his shirt,  three bullet holes that have been sealed artificially,  where it’s obvious there have been repairs done.  Those are the really bad ones.

        Having it brought up again,  he’s feeling a little pang of guilt all over again because it’s still so fresh,  not only the wound but the whole terrible,  painful affair surrounding it.  An ambush outside of Goodneighbor after he’d broken poor Hancock’s trust.  He was lucky things had turned out so well for the both of ‘em,  real lucky.  He didn’t take it for granted that Hancock forgave him,  either.  Now he had Princess fretting,  too.

"Are you certain this is a good idea?” Curie questioned, voice soft. “I ‘ave heard this is feral ghoul territory. Unless this is to ‘elp clear them out for a settlement? Or--oh--perhaps we could study them, oui?” Now that got the synth brimming with excitement. 

“Unless you are in a rush?” 

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said:  Question for Lucy! If the Sole Survivor offered a safe place for Duncan so he's close by - would she take it?

💘 @prewarprincess​ asked, Knowing Princess is strong, and seeing her fight is one thing - but what’s Nick’s reaction to Princess actually being enraged, strength that isn’t held back and a dangerous recklessness that ruins all in its wake.

           It’s sure as hell not an easy thing to see.  He’s a man of very strongly held morals,  & if she can’t be talked down or stopped it will end in him being deeply distraught.  Nothing could hurt him more,  especially when he trusts so few people.  He tries to intervene,  to keep her from hurting herself or anyone else.  Even with something like raiders being the source of her ire,  he can’t stand idly by & allow her to do something she’ll regret,  can he ?