#v. fallout

Richard could often be found around old science buildings and research centres. He was always searching, always fascinated by the science before the bombs fell. He couldn't always make sense of it, but that was fine. He was just happy to find anything, some things even helped improve quality of life.

“You’re hurt, you need to sit down.” ( from maximus ) @hqlfbloods

"Not until I'm sure you are safe," Emma retorted, checking behind them again; she wasn't the best of snipers, truthfully, she was much better at close-combat, or at best with a pistol, but she'd give it her best try. "We are safe. Whatever," she corrected herself, not having meant to sound so knight-in-shiny-armor-y. Ironic, considering who he was.

She took a few difficult steps in his direction, but instead of sitting to rest she put a hand on his shoulder: "Look, Maximus... you should go. I mean... just... start going without me, I'll catch up with you. Right now I can only slow you down, I don't have any stimpacks left."

@wastedinawasteland​ sent:  💕

【🔧】— “Yer askin’ me on a date? Here, of all places?” As many times as they had bumped into each other on the Strip, she found it a tad funny that it was when they were out in the middle of boondocks Goodsprings that he managed to ask her that.

      Still, she couldn’t deny that she was flattered, and for a ghoul, Ben wasn’t too hard to look at, not to mention they’ve spent more than enough time together on jobs to be considered a bit more than just comrades at arms.

🍃🏹➳ You’re the chief of security, you should be the one to interrogate it, said one of the councilwomen. If there really are civilizations on the surface advanced enough to create androids like that one, then perhaps there are ones that know more of our condition, or at the very least, places that will accept us.

        The meeting went through her head over and over again, at the same time, the kinds of questions she was supposed to ask their new guest. It wasn’t like the many humans that had wandered down here and shot on sight, or the strange, rotting corpses that snarled and growled. In all the countless years, none of the humans had even tried speaking to them. It had gotten to the point that some thought the surface dwellers no longer spoke modern English.

      But here was this robot, this machine, speaking as eloquent as a pre-war aristocrat, responding and surrendering accordingly when the other security had threatened him. He claimed to be looking for someone, someone else that came down here. Cyrene could most likely answer his question right away, but she, and the rest of the vault, had ten-fold the amount of questions for him.

        The horned-woman, not really a woman anymore, a mutant, opened the sliding air-pressured door that led to the empty barrak they used for a makeshift holding cell, standing before the strange mechanical man. She had practiced her lines, what to say, how to say it; and yet now that she was here, it seemed to have all gone out the non-existing window.

【 💣 】— “Well helloooo there, ex-husband~” Cotton curled her arm up and gave a limp-wristed wave, wiggling her fingers comically. Was a rather huge coincidence, running into the same man here, of all places; she thought she had seen the last of him that fateful night when they annulled their drunkenly-induced marriage together.

Supermutans. He hated supermutants. And he especially hated supermutans when he was stuck in one of their cages, discreetly trying to pick the lock.

Truth be told, he wasn't sure how they'd gotten themselves into this situation. The giants weren't especially known for their subtlety, and at this point, he and Hancock had developed a typically devastating team technique. Not that they thought themselves invincible by any stretch (both knew better than that, after all), but to be captured by supermutants?

It was absolutely a lesson in humbleness if nothing else.

❝Almost there,❞ he whispered, eyes fixed on the lock. ❝Emergency grenade in my boot. We're going to need it once we're out, give us time to grab our gear.❞

Accusatory sounding Vadim -> one diam city security guard Jill ignoring the mayor's memo about Letting Missing Persons Go ,

Jill’s head whips around so fast that her helmet clacks a little against her skull. Eyes are wide and fuck, she moves back from the door she had just been testing the knob on. The unusedlockpicking tools slip up into the arm guards, no harm no foul, right? Maybe he hadn’t seen it, was this the drunk brother?