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    The knife she brandished had cut a perfect circle into the top of the over-sized gourd, and the sole survivor was able to peel off the top with ease. Her head turning to the other as if her word were law, as if everything she spoke aloud was the way the world was meant to be.

❝ Halloween starts on October first and ENDS on October thirty-first. I don’t care what anyone says. Who just does celebrates THE DAY of?❞

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Vera sat with Ali, grinning as she drank from her lukewarm beer. She listened to Ali talk about Halloween with a small smile. Vera also loved Halloween. She enjoyed putting on a scary mask and all that, but she preferred the way she and Daniel spent Halloween. Usually, Daniel would read Scripture and then, they’d eat as many Fancy Lads Snack Cakes that they could. It was a good time.

“Honestly, I prefer the monthly holiday thing. Halloween is the only thing keeping Christmas from taking over. And I hate Christmas. It’s not even when Jesus was technically born.” Or that’s what Joshua and Daniel told her.

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Jacob’s knowledge of the Mojave Chapter was somewhat limited to the point where he could not exactly say she was wrong. From all that he had heard from many who talked in the Brotherhood ( and there were plenty of that; rumors were one way to fuel a day full of possible boredom ), the Mojave Chapter was rather far removed from the Lost Hills and, especially, the Citadel. Jacob had heard once of Elder Maxson expressing his distaste for how the Elder of that chapter ran the operation. Embarrassing, was the word for it. 

“It’s in Maxson, yeah. Doubt they’d move from that state unless the NCR killed them all. Which I doubt or else Elder Maxson wouldn’t be, well, Elder.” More rumors. Four year old ones that still remain to this day. Soldiers like to talk, Jacob was no exception. As for the Midwest Chapter, now that was a story shrouded in myth. At least, in Brotherhood standards, that is. 

“Odd. Did they take the vertibird as well? Not sure why they’d let that go back to the NCR. Despite past truces, the Republic turned the whole ‘et tu, Brute’ shit on us.” 

“NCR loves killing things. Legion. Securitrons. Tribals. Me. They love killing me.” Vera let out a dumb laugh, one of those ‘huh huh’ laughs. Real embarrassing sort of laugh. Her mouth open for a bit, she moved on after a second. No need to dwell on her dumb jokes. Or lack thereof.

“They let me ride back in it, but some jarhea-another Brotherhood dude flew me back. It was really fun. They didn’t let me shoot the mini-gun though. A bit of a disappointment, but in hindsight, I think they made the right choice. I probably would have blown up something important.”

Vera was always nervous talking to new people, especially Brotherhood people. I mean, the last time she ran into the Brotherhood, they basically stuck a slave collar on her to force her to help them out. So, she was a bit wary even now and even with the friendlier-ish Brotherhood guys from the East. She still wasn’t going to be buddy buddy with Artie Maxson or whoever was the...head honcho now.

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8thcourier‌

that’s about as ‘techie’ as his talk actually gets.  mostly it’s–              ‘the blue wire connects to the wiggly bit and that shorts out the blasty thing’.  he knows how to fiddle with the parts, had been shown how to do it by a trader passing through the junkyard a while back… and had successfully pulled it off – once – before.  only for the little ball of potential murder to fizzle out and die from a critical hardware failure about a week later.

❝ – goo.  ❞

he finally gives to the teasing nudge with a slight wrinkle of his nose - mostly at the memory of the rather intense stench that he’d only just about managed to wash off.

❝ – goo from a heap of decomposing ferals.  about the worst kind of goo… unless you count the glowy puddles left after a plasma blast… ❞

setting the plate into place and making a small motion for her to hold it in place, he takes up a little soldering iron, cherry hot at one end, ready to make the last spots on the circuit board and – probably – hope for the best.  there is a small pause though, the slight arch of a brow, turning slightly sidelong to glance at his helpful guest –

❝ – primm, huh???  picked up a job from the express myself a while back – ❞

just a shrug.  tending not to give away much more detail than that.  the fate of couriers one through seven… barring six… hadn’t ended at all well.  and he doesn’t exactly need another target on his back.  nope.  nuhuh.

❝ – okay, hang on to your hat - crunch time. ❞

fingers of the hand not poised with the solder curl around the wooden grip of the hammer, just in case.  – there’s a small ‘beep’ then a whirr.  the sound of a system reboot crunching through dusty circuits.  another rattle as the little ball tries to push up off the ground, gaining a couple of inches - jericho dropping the solder and pushing one hand on top before it makes a sound like a small sigh and thunks back to the dirt.

❝ that’s… not as bad as i was expecting. ❞

“Goo? Fuckin’ cool,” Vera breathed, her grin widening. She’d grown up in the wastes. “Personally, I hate the ash piles left after laser rifles. Like...that’s...a human that was made into literal dust. Like. What the fuck?” She paused, thinking for a moment. “Actually, you know what? Fuck the plasma goo too. Who the fuck back in the old world thought turning other humans into ash and goo was a good idea? Who the fuck cleaned that shit up back then?”

The more upset she got, the more she cursed. Her mom used to ground her for shit stuff like that.

“Yeah! Primm! I fixed up most of that stuff, though. The shit that happened...Ah, you don’t want to hear about that. It’s boring. Either way.” Vera was much the same. Last time she gave away too much info, she got shot in the head.

Twice.

So, fuck that.

Vera legitimately held on to her hat. “All right. Go for it, darlin’.” She crossed her ankles and bounced in her seat, smiling. Then, she leaned forward, practically hunching over Jericho, her free hand on his shoulder, squeezing.

“I’m nervous,” she breathed just before he booted up the robot. And then...!

 It hovered harmlessly before plopping into the dirt. “Well. At least we’re not dead. Or shot. Or horribly maimed. Or dead. Did I say that already? I’m really glad we’re not dead. Yet.”

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betterhealing‌

For a moment, just one, there lingered a viable look of bemusement on Arcade face as he listened to the woman speak. Why, or rather how, she’d picked him out of the quite literal crowd in order to try to recruit to her plan was a rather damn good question at the moment, though he had a significant suspicion that Julie may very well have a hand in this… she did know that he had said he needed to head out more into the Mojave recently to pick up more supplies for his work. The areas close by Freeside were far too picked clean.

That said..

“Why do I have the distinct feeling you’re simply saying what you can in order to convince me to go along with you?” Maybe a fair point to bring up right there. “Though I can hardly fault an enemy of the Legion for wanting backup against them.”

“Because you’re looking for reasons to tell me no,” she sang, grinning eagerly. Her hands were on her hips as she observed the smarter man.

Vera considered herself relatively smart. She wasn’t a brick. She had a bit of smarts. She could tie her shoes. She could fix things. She could live off of a screwdriver and a trash bag depending on where she was at. Utah was better for rainfall.

“Besides, you know that you wanna trash the Legion. Everyone in the Strip wants to kill the Legion. They’re butt-heads. Among other things.” Their legs looked great, but that was about it. And that armor looked nice. BUT THAT WAS IT!!!

“Plus, I can help the Followers if you’re with me. You’ll know better than anyone else what exactly the Followers need. I’ve already given up all my Rad-X.”

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WHAT’S A TALL GLASS OF YOU                                                   DOING IN A SHIT HOLE LIKE THIS

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like this for a starter! — mutuals only!

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I think all my threads are replied to, so if they’re not, let me know!! But if you just want to start a new one, I will make a starter call post next~

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8thcourier‌

❝ don’t have a clue.  and i won’t be able to access his root programming until he’s booted up.  if i’m quick enough i can jam in an override.  if not… ❞ 

one hand reaches just off to one side where a rather large hammer rests.  of course, it’d be a shame to smash up what he’d just repaired.  it’d also be a shame to wind up with a laser precise hole in his head because the bot was in offence mode.

❝ he was in an old engineering shed over at REPCONN.  half buried under a pile of…❞

rotting, bloatfly maggot laden ghoul corpses.  which wasn’t a pretty mental image for anyone.  and not the kind of place most people like to poke around.  but a concrete stomach sometimes reaped benefits, 

❝ uh… stuff.  so i’m hopin’ he was some kind of observation bot.  and not the shooty mc’shoot-’em-up kind. ❞  

he pulls a face, slightly sheepish with the unknown quantity of the repair job - but just in case, he swivels the little thing around so that if it did wake up mean and nasty, it’d at least be pointing - away - from them.

❝ so, uh… i mean - if you don’t wanna stick around to find out, i get it - no hard feelin’s an’ all.  dodging potshots from a psycho sphere ain’t the most fun to be had. ❞ 

“Ooo. Exciting. Talk techie to me,” she teased, watching him grab the big ole hammer. Her head felt like he’d walloped her in the skull with that damn thing. She wished her headache would fuck off. She really did.

“Stuff? What kinda stuff? Sounds haunting,” Vera said with a sarcastic drawl. “Either way. REPCONN is always good for junk. I found my little eyebot in the Mojave Express in Primm. Mine was at least...not shootin’ me. But they were very good at shootin’ other folks.”

Vera had decided to stay long before the Brahmin steak was offered. “Nah, think I’ll stay. I got a history of gettin’ shot in the head and livin’.”

Vera had worked on eyebots before, worked on Protectrons before (she missed Fisto; he was good for conversation). She’d tried to work on Robo-Brains, but that was a whole ‘nother ball park.

“Let’s do it. What the hell. Fire this bitch up. Let’s see if they’re shootin’ for two.”

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📱 🐺 🕹 🎀 🔖

📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type?

Depends. Sometimes she’s an open book. But if someone asks about her family—ma, pa or Jr.—well, she gets defensive and a bit stand offish. She’s  protective of them is why.

🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly?

Yes lol. Vera is social with a lot of people, and she’s friendly to most. She’s a lone wolf when she has to do things. Like, she’d willingly sacrifice herself instead of like...finding a way where everyone is fine.

🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored?

Another thing Vera does when bored is read. She loves reading. Serial romances are her favorite, but she’s not too particular. 

🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories?

VERA LOVES ACCESSORIZING. She usually wears hats or earrings when she can find them.

🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought?

Yeah! Yeah, Vera catches herself daydreaming and loses hours when it happens. She’s very bad at catching herself, and that’s why she usually travels with a companion. They keep her brain occupied. Though, her daydreaming is actually a bit better after Old World Blues.

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🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored?

🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored?

Vera gets bored very easily, and when she is bored, she usually annoys her companions. Whether it’s incessant questions about medicine to Arcade or asking Raul to tell her about his life before the bombs, she’s always asking questions and bothering. If they don’t answer her or dismiss her....she cures her boredom with pranks. Lots and lots of pranks.

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Unusual questions for your muse

🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few? 🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories? 🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? 🛋- Does your muse like to have company over? 📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type? 🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures? 💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle? 🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought? 📰- Does your muse like to read the news? 📇- Is your muse a gossiper? 🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored? 🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places? 🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it? ⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to? 🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer? 🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly? 🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily? 🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to? 🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? 🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies? 🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals? 🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?

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ITEM DROP CHALLENGE

if your character was an npc, what items would they drop when they flee combat/are killed?  [ repost, don’t reblog ! ]

3-5 common items    ( would drop every time )

01. fancy lad snack cakes. they are literally all she eats. 02. 44mm grenade rifle.   03. 44mm grenades.   04. eye glasses. 05. compass. 

1-2 rare item(s)  ( maybe a 5-7% drop chance )

01. zion’s judgement ★.  modded .45 auto pistol;  silencer, heavy duty slide and improved sights. there’s a small six in roman numerals etched on the side with the initals VM, vera’s initials; this gun also will never stick and takes has a longer time between repairs 02. mormon fort snowglobe.  when on person gain +2 Unarmed.

tagged by: @8thcourier courier budz tagging: whoever wants to since i’m terrible at tagging!!!!!!!!

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“I watch the peruvial sunrise, 

Coming up over the Pacific

You might think I’m losing my mind,

But I will shy away from the specifics”

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Veronica: so is Boone seriously your name?

Boone: it's my last name actually.

The Courier: no it's not.

The Courier: it's short for Boonejamin.

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a hand drawn shitpost for you all

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8thcourier‌

there’s a soft ‘tccch’ from between his teeth as he labours in front of the campfire, something pitched just outside the workshop at novac.  a regular stop off for repairs and time for tinkering - plus, the scrap yard wasn’t a monumental hike away should he need to go scavenge and trade for a part.  this time though, it’s a little different - all of the pieces seem to be here, he just can’t wring any life from the little sphere nestled in front of him.  a little eyebot, battered and rusted, a few dents here and there which looked like scars from bullets - a little singed from lazer fire - it looked like it had been through the wars… and then some.  but… not busted enough to be irreparable.  

however - he was being careful.  no telling if the little thing was programmed to scout or to just blast anything that moved.  but if it blinked or rattled back to life ( and didn’t instantly attempt to fry his head ) - it’d be worth it’s weight in caps and then some.  if he can just get the damn plate back on then he could try a reboot –

❝ hey, think y’could gimme a hand with this???  just need someone to hold a piece for a few minutes while i get it soldered.  there’s a fresh brahmin steak in it for your time. ❞ 

Vera had been in Novac a few days now, helpin’ out Manny with some shit and managing to kill some old lady with her new pal Boone. He was nice enough. If not vengeful, ya know? She’d told him to take the rest of the day off before headin’ out, figuring she could help some folks in town before moving on. Not like she wanted to. But, whatever.

She ambled out around Novac, finding a big ole fire. That was nice. So, she glanced over at the man tinkering on an old eyebot.

Vera plopped down next to him and nodded before peering over his shoulder. “You know if he’s hostile? Or is this little dude your own?” She asked, fully prepared to help but just forgetting to say it.

She’d worked on eyebots before, just casually mostly. They had one that used to float by their farm when she was young. Her pa shot it down and repaired it, reprogrammed it and set it to play Billie Holiday while they worked. Jr. used to sing till he lost his voice. The siblings loved Billie Holiday.

“I mean, I don’t wanna get shot if this little marble’s set on murderin’ me.”

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ipsesclus‌

“Oh, no, no, I –” he replied, a bit unsure of what it is she was asking, “I was never the type to keep guns in my home. Never had them outside the military. I didn’t bring a gun when I came here some two hundredish years ago, y’know.”

“Well, I mean, why would you keep a gun in your house, you should keep it in yer holster, you silly goose.” She nudged Attie with her hip before sticking her thumbs in her belt. She was dressed strangely today. Black t-shirt she’d cut off at her belly button and cargo pants. Boots completed the look. “But why didn’t you bring a gun? How’d you plan on defendin’ you and yer’s from the Mirelurks?”