#raidermade

feat: @raidermade & @lancermade 

@raidermade​: jax sent  “ oh shut up, you love to disagree with me more than anything, it's your favourite thing in the world. ” for Celia

“I don’t know what ‘secret’ you think there is, but believe me: you know none of mine.” arms cross over her chest, expression clearly unimpressed as she measures the raider up. of course, the Silver Shroud draped over her arm begged to differ, but that was hardly a secret at this point. Perhaps, at first, it had been - just between her and Kent, hiding from the world, if only for his safety... 

Once that had been compromised, though, all bets were off. 

bad idea starters.

"I'm not asking you for an apology. I'm asking you to move your trash off of my property. Nicely might I add." The stranger was just that. But from the way he looked, he didn't seem all that pleasant of a sort.

She emphasizes her complaint when a dainty heeled toe pokes at his roughed up victim who was currently catching his breath on the ground. Kira didn't mind the ruckus, actually it was rather exciting. But she wouldn't stand for disrespect.

bad idea starters.

"Be my guest then Raider King~ I only seem to be drawn to places that reek of death and putrefaction. Though it seems that it was your imminent death that I caught wind of." Cicero looks down to the pit of human remains left behind by whatever creatures the nest beyond held. It mattered not to him what became of the stranger.

From down the dark hallway, there's the steady drip, drip, drip of water from a leaking pipe. Inhabitants were long gone, but the vault wasn't truly empty. While finding and tending to people were priorities, to find records and information about these shelters would also suffice. So, not expecting to find anyone, Ghost moved through on a mission.

The HUD in his helmet lit up the surroundings, scanners searching for any sign of life but finding nothing. A small map of the vault including his current location was shown on the left side, along with his vitals on the right. His sword sheathed at his hip, its weight a comforting presence, and at any moment he was ready unleash it against threats. 

Everything was going smoothly.

He didn't expect to find anything or anyone in the old vault, but that didn't mean he wasn't alert either. Feral ghouls and various mutated bugs were common, but none were to be found. There weren't many rooms left to check, with the overseer's office being one of the last places. It was sure to have the information Ghost was searching for.

It had been one of those nights Naomi needed a walk through a public place to settle her nerves, let the scent of pine trees and the sound of children playing ground her from the chaos of the hospital that day. Still in her scrubs even, the woman didn't bother to go home to change before doing this... something she might regret later, but right now she couldn't be bothered to care.