Eyebrows Raise In One Glimpse At The Way The Canine Moves Steadily Forward In Front Of The Now Duo, Quickly
Eyebrows raise in one glimpse at the way the canine moves steadily forward in front of the now duo, quickly falling back into a blank slate as the weight of her armor shifts forward too. Diamond City: the Great Green Jewel as the nervous fucker on her pip boy proclaims, was where all outsiders seemed to shun away from, which usually meant that was the first place she needed to head towards.
"That's how things are everywhere. A two hour trip turns into two days in this -----" Gloved hands gesture towards the irradiated world around them. Six had seen it in every form; dust winds that covered flatlands for miles, virally infected creatures that crawl (she can't make out every animal that seemed to be combined with the beast), mountains hiding uranium secrets, people pretending to aid the unsuspecting while planning to eat them...
"There ain't nowhere without someone wanting to put your head on the end of a pole." And with lack of better words, she lets out a scoff.
""I'm from California. Way out west. I got bored and now I'm here." Two truths and a lie, though the Courier isn't ready to reveal all her cards yet. She knows the best lies are told with a sprinkle of truth. "Some folks were worried about people up and disappearing. Have you heard anything about that?"
nora relaxes visibly, comforted by the way the other treats dogmeat. would it be stupid to base her feelings on whether a person is good or bad based on how they treat her dog? in all honesty, nora's not so sure. she's learned by now that even the friendliest face could turn out to be a threat, but sometimes you have to take a leap of faith.
" alright, " she says, her voice firm but not unkind, " you can follow, but let's keep it side by side. " nora's not going to let anyone she doesn't know have her back, not until she can get a better read on this person. her armor, her stance, the way she carries herself ... there's a story there, one that nora is curious to unravel.
dogmeat seems to sense the change in the air as nora tilts her head in the direction of diamond city. always a few paces ahead of her, he begins to lead the way, sniffing the ground now and again as he does so. dogmeat's been with her ever since the first day she left the vault; he never leaves her side.
" diamond city's not far, " nora explains, adjusting her grip on her weapon as she starts walking. it's a relaxed stance, but she's still ready if anything were to happen. setting a steady pace, nora continues, " it's the things that jump out at you along the way that tend to make it a longer journey. "
there's a brief pause as nora turns to look at the courier, and thenβ " you're not from the commonwealth, are you? "
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too sad to write </3 but too lazy to get up and take my contacts out...
somebody come plot with me / ramble about our characters
πΊ πΉ ΰ© Β π Β Β Β π¬** YOU SLICED ME LOOSE AND SAID IT WAS CREATION, i could feel the knife. a private lone wanderer of bethesda's fallout 3. sacrificed by tyler. eighteen + and plotting preferred.
I DUG MYSELF OUT OF THAT GRAVE TO PLANT YOU IN YOURS, BENNY.
your face does the thinking --------- two to the skull, yet one gets up. odds are against you, but they're just numbers after the two-to-one. π’ππ'ππ ππππ’πππ πππ ππππ π’ππ'ππ ππππ πππππ, but you don't let it rest, you shuffle and stack, and a gamble... a gamble that may pay off? but how? forecast: rapidly changing conditions.
18+. natasha estera kiskovΓ‘, an independent courier six of bethesda's fallout: new vegas. written by tyler. established march 2024.
"Dogmeat. Hm." A chuckle falls from chapped lips, the ends of them tugging into a smile. The other can't see this peace offering, but the Courier hopes she can sense it. The grip on her rifle eases as she looks at the canine companion. "As darlin' as that is, you don't look like anybody's snack, buddy."
With a shift of her weight, her grip completely falters. She's quick enough to fight the consequences if this action turns out to be a mistake. Her posture remains stiff, it always is, as a Courier should be, but her guard is loosened down. "Diamond City sounds good. You should let me follow behind. Dogmeat reminds me of someone back home, and that means we're in good hands."
nora keeps her weapon drawn, planning on being ready if this person were to suddenly decide to make her their enemy. she isn't about to let her guard down, no matter whether they just fought together or not.
" dogmeat, " she answers, jutting her chin towards the canine by her side. dogmeat's attention quickly returns to nora at the mention of his name, a curious whine slipping from him as he tilts his head. " i'm nora. "
she studies the other, noting the way they hold themselvesβconfident, maybe, but cautious. that's fair; nora could respect that. isn't she doing the same right now? out here, you have to be ready for anything. the wasteland doesn't favor the unprepared.
" you headed anywhere in particular? " nora asks, scanning the other's attire. their armor is unfamiliar yet notable; maybe they have a group nearby that might be bad business, maybe they're new here, or maybe nora simply hasn't unlocked this person's story yet. there's still plenty she's learning about the new commonwealth she woke up in. " i'm headed to diamond city, " nora explains, the offer of companionship unspoken between them yet still there. " you should know: it's not safe to be out here alone. "
also thinking brainstorming etc the platinum chip decreases your luck by half
something something plot with me
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