𐑺 𖹭 ੭   𝅄   𝆬** YOU SLICED ME LOOSE AND SAID IT WAS CREATION, I Could Feel The Knife.

if ur interested in the l.one w.anderer ... @lamb101

nothing but respect for MY mutuals who follow me around from blog to blog as I never write

if i start writing in second person just know that i am as pretentious as i seem

sorry josh what'd you say i didn't hear you i was distracted by your fat ass i mean your fat ass i mean i mean

Six has been traveling for months on end after she sets sight on the East. Yes Man's updated system caught intel of a new kind of problem beginning to spread quicker than radiation poisoning; robotic creations of some sort making real people disappear, only to play pretend in their place. The Institute, some fella in Kansas shared, was getting closer everyday. As a result, every incident allowed the blame to be passed onto an invisible boogeyman, and in true Six fashion, the Courier took it upon herself to get answers, even if she didn't need to be asking questions in the first place.

This place is a patriot's wet dream, she thinks. A crumbling cesspool of something that once was. One nation under god, something something something, liberty and justice. Six could scoff to herself at the thought as there is no such thing to be found in the wastes anymore, if ever a thing existed at all.

Perhaps she's looking for it in the wrong places. With a pistol tucked into her belt and a rifle in her hands, aimed and at the ready, she takes steady shots at the green mutants that never seem to go down without a fight. Boone always insisted she was too impulsive, you can never sit still long enough, and that it was going to be the death of her. But Six needs the rush like a junkie needs Jet.

Sometime amid the ambush, a dog rushes to her aid, and it's not until the last of the group lets out an unsettling moan with a thud and a voice calls out that she realizes the dog wasn't helping her at all.

"I'm alright. Thanks." A sense of relief washes over the Courier at the sight of someone seemingly unrough around the edges, but she's no fool, which is why she doesn't bother to remove her Ranger mask... yet. "I'm Natasha." Not Six. Not Courier. Those means nothing to anyone here and nothing now. "Who's the dog?"

"And you, of course?"

engaging in combat in the commons is a given. with supermutants, raiders and feral ghouls lurking around any given corner, it’s best to come prepared—and nora always does. when she hears gunfire, she’s drawn to it; she expects some raiders fighting supermutants or perhaps supermutants fighting raiders, and she already plans to let the supermutants take them out before she fires on the raiders to be smart and save ammo. what she doesn’t expect, however, is a singular person fighting supermutants themselves. typically, the only humans she ever meets out here are bad news, and more often than not in multiples… but nora won't know that about this person until she gets the chance to speak to them. dogmeat springs into action, charging at the mutants in a dance they’ve repeated time and time again. nora lifts her rifle, aims down the scope, shoots one in the head. the next is partially covered by scrap from a mangled building, but dogmeat holds it in place; she fires at its thick skin repeatedly until it crumples to the floor with a hearty roar of defeat. she doesn't need to worry about the last two, however, not when the person in the armor handles it themselves.

when all grows quiet, nora raises a hand, rifle still clutched in the other. " you okay? " she calls uneasily across the space between them, keeping her distance for now. you can never be too careful out here. meanwhile, dogmeat has returned to her side, panting, tongue out as he looks between the two. nora lowers her hand to pet dogmeat's head. " i've got stimpaks if you need them, " she offers, glancing over the other to assess any damage. it's hard to tell with all that armor. " what's your name? " / @couri6r

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. 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝, 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 kisková, an independent courier six of bethesda's fallout: new vegas. written by tyler. established march 2024.

in case u were wondering my account is a safe space for evil and sinister women

That old lady in Novac : Why did you bring me over here under Dinky the T Rex?

The Courier :

𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙰 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈… 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙽!

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. 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝, 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 kisková, an independent courier six of bethesda's fallout: new vegas. written by tyler. established march 2024.

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