#vulcunniko

Rather than detonating at full effect, the projectiles the turrets use will force them to detonate a controlled explosion.

A small boom instead of a big boom.

No more mini nukes or missiles ruining everything.

Example

Cait: "Holy shit!" Cait was both impressed and, well, freaked out. She obviously enjoyed seeing the destruction Sole caused mid-air, but technology like that felt a little... Institute-y. "Don't let anyone get their hands on that. This sure as hell protects us from all the nasty shit raiders like to throw our way."

Codsworth: Codsworth rattled in enthusiastic support. "Jolly good show, sir/mum! The raiders won't know what hit them. Or, rather, what didn't hit us."

Curie: "Most impressive!" Curie was more interested in studying the turret than watching the explosion it made in the air. "And this is safe, yes? You've tested it many times before putting it in Sanctuary?" Curie raised an eyebrow when Sole hesitated. "Maybe leave the science to me, Sole."

Danse: "Impressive technology, soldier." Usually Danse despised any technology the Brotherhood hadn't vetted themselves. But this didn't cause destruction, it only prevented it. "You'll have to make more for us to install on the Prydwyn."

Deacon: Deacon whistled lowly. "Don't let Tinker Tom get his hands on that. He'll probably try to make it sentient or something. Reason with the missile instead of fighting it in the air." He was impressed by Sole's work, but it inwardly reminded him that Sole was related to an Institute genius. Which was unsettling.

Hancock: "I prefer my weapons to shoot first. But this is still impressive." Hancock smiled and gestured to the turret. "Can we throw more shit at it?"

MacCready: "Damn, Sole! I thought I was impressive crafting a new scope for my rifle. This is way cooler." MacCready spent the rest of the afternoon shooting at the turret, seeing what it was able to deflect.

Preston: Preston thought this technology was exactly what the Minutemen needed to guard the Castle. It would allow them to protect their people without firing the first thought. "See, I knew I was doing the right thing making you General." He clapped a warm hand on Sole's shoulder. "You're truly making a better, more peaceful Commonwealth."

Piper: "I've never seen anything like this." Piper was hesitant to approach the turret. If Sole had really made it, there was a big chance it would explode. She'd seen what happened at Sole's crafting table before. "Just don't let Nat near it, please. I can already see this thing going up in flames."

Nick: "A non-lethal turret. Now I've truly seen it all." The synth was glad Sole had made something so useful. It was a rare defensive weapon that truly defended. "Care to install one on me? Right on my shoulder. Like a metal parrot, if you will."

Sure!

He has black hair

In this pose: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1BuRD3Vre-4uxzGtcYU7fN9GxoGs0uBoI/view?usp=sharing

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Would you mind drawing Artist from OMORI then? Wasn't too sure if I should ask on your main or on here, so I chose the latter.

This was correct place to ask.

And when they decide to drink it, they gain the ability to throw fire bombs, although they suffer for a brief moment

How would they react?

Cait: “Oh fuck yes!” Cait was so impressed with her own strength that any fears she had ingested something from the Institute were quickly replaced by how badass she felt burning the scrap around her. She immediately asked Sole if they could stop by a raider camp. Just for fun.

Curie: Curie was used to putting herself through physical alterations for science. Hell, she had transferred her consciousness into a synthetic body just to understand humanity a little better. But since she hadn’t expected the effects of the drink, her first reaction was to scream and turn away from Sole out of fear she’d burn her companion. When Curie realized she had gained -- for lack of a scientific term -- fire powers, she immediately wanted test the limitations of her new abilities under the guise of “fieldwork”.

Danse: Danse immediately told Sole he needed rushed to the Brotherhood clinic to undergo testing. He had no desire to try out his new fire abilities. The poor man just wanted a quick cure before other soldiers suspected him of being an Institute experiment.

Deacon: Deacon morphed into a superhero-esque stance; legs far apart, hands close to his body, knees bent. “Sole, hold still.” His partner did not, in fact, stay still at all. They ran straight to Tinker Tom and Carrington for some kind of antidote. And refused to call Deacon by his new preferred Railroad code name: Dragonlord.

Hancock: “I’m just glad I didn’t take this while tripping. I don’t think I’d have believed my own eyes.” Hancock is surprisingly chill about the whole ordeal. He’s seen weirder stuff ingested by stranger people in Goodneighbor alleys. He also refuses to find a cure, insisting he’s officially the hottest ghoul in the Commonwealth.

MacCready: While MacCready usually panicked at every sci-fi or horror element he encountered, he reminded himself of the kind of superheroes in his favorite comics. He immediately asked Sole if he could team up with them on the next mission they pretended to be the Silver Shroud. “I’m basically your sidekick already,” he said. “What’s adding a little flare going to hurt?”

Preston: “Shit. Do you think this is permanent?” Preston was so afraid he would accidentally burn Sole that he refused to take his hands out of his pockets.

Piper: Piper’s first reaction was to panic, but when she realized the drink wasn’t lethal and she could throw fire, the reporter instantly threw a few bombs up in the air. “Look how high I can get them! This is crazy, Blue!” Sole quickly reminded her the fire was going to come back down, and the companions ran like hell.

Nick: “I think this would have killed an ordinary man.” Nick shot another fire bomb at a crumbling wall and watched it explode with tentative awe. “Luckily I’m not flesh-and-blood.” He was unnerved by his own abilities, but not afraid. He knew he wouldn’t abuse the power.

They are special doctors that can replace any missing limbs from legs, arms, or even specific things like your big toe and eyes.

They are completely unrelated to the Institute as well.

I can’t do the DLC faction leaders because I haven’t played them recently. But I’m happy to add the ones from the main game + Gage.

Cait: Where were these Ripper Docs when Cait was fighting in the Combat Zone? Although they’re sketchy, Cait thinks cheap and fast medical care is better than none at all. And she’d trust them over some fancy-pants quack in Diamond City any day.

Codsworth: Sometimes the Mr. Handy wished replacing human parts was as easy as buying a new limb from General Atomics. Codsworth isn’t happy with Sole choosing some back alley surgeon over a trusted one at a more reputable settlement, but he’s glad Sole is at least getting medical care.

Curie: Curie thinks Ripper Docs are medical marvels. Replacing an entire limb on such limited doctoral knowledge? She’s asked several times to be trained by one. For science, of course.

Danse: Anyone who can implant something into the body that wasn’t there before is part of the Institute. He doesn’t care what anyone else tells him.

Deacon: “Ripper? I hardly know her!” Deacon thinks that joke is way funnier than Sole finds it. Deacon is very familiar with Ripper Docs. Half his face changes have been from them.

Desdemona: Desdemona actually got work done from a Ripper Doc after a botched mission almost took off her finger. She finds them discrete and practical.

Gage: “Shit, you’re telln’ me I never had to wear this stupid eyepatch?” Gage jokes about wanting to see one, but the truth is he’s grown emotionally attached to the cover over his eye.

Hancock: Tells Sole when his limbs start falling off from the radiation, he knows just where to go now. Isn’t joking. Hancock kids about immortality, but he’s always suspected all ghouls either go feral or deteriorate eventually.

MacCready: Mac is wary of anyone who claims they have that kind of medical prowess. Sole jokes they can replace his arms with robot ones, and that actually terrifies him. He won’t let Sole get near one, warning they’d swap them into a synth when they’re under anesthesia.

Maxon: As long as the enhancements made under their services aren’t cyber-related, Maxon doesn’t care. Let the Commonwealth chop itself up and stitch itself back together. He has more important things to worry about.

Preston: He thinks the idea of changing someone’s limbs... or eyes... is creepy, but Preston knows the Commonwealth needs all the healthcare they can get. He’d never personally go to one, but he won’t judge someone for undergoing their services.

Piper: Similarly to Danse, Piper cannot be convinced Ripper Docs aren’t part of the Institute. However, she is quick to interview them for a story on the Commonwealth’s more interesting forms of medical care.

Nick: “Do you think the hands they can replace yours with have fingerprints? Or do they sandpaper them off before loaning them out?” Nick is honestly disgusted by the whole concept. It reminds him of the Institute.

Shaun: Shaun finds Ripper Docs interesting enough to implant one of their memories into a synth so they can teach the Institute scientists how to perform their surgeries.