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You know, we got every single one of your records. I don't like that electric shit as much as the real. Yeah. I miss the real. How 'bout it, Sammie? You still got the real in you?

SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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                Dalton  looked  over  the  brim  of  his  glasses  for  a  moment  at  the  man,  clearly  unaware  at  how  he  should  not  have  let  the  man  in.  He  wasn't  too  trusting,  not  like  Holly,  but  the  roles  at  the  moment  are  reversed.  He  saw  kin  in  need,  and  she  saw  a  stranger.  She  doesn't  know  what  it  is  about  this  man,  but  she  didn't  like  it.  Though  any  time  this  has  happened,  it's  always  turned  out  just  fine  in  the  end.  Maybe  she's  just  paranoid,  over  thinking  too  much.

                "  Dalton,  that's  Holly.  "  The  man  shakes  his  head  in  disbelief  at  the  words  as  eyes  focus  their  gaze  back  on  the  paper  in  front  of  him.  "  Yeah.  Nice.  It's  the  only  thing  they'd  sell  t'me.  "  He  accts  as  if  he  had  more  money  for  a  better  house-  truth  be  told  he  didn't,  it  was  all  he  could  afford.  But  he's  on  track  to  make  more  within  the  next  coming  years,  he'll  buy  a  better  house  for  his  daughter.  It's  the  least  he  could  do.

                "  Nah,  left  'em  in  Ireland  'bout  ten  years  ago.  Her  an'  her  mam.  "  He  sighs,  sitting  back  in  his  chair  casually.  "  Truth  t'  tell  ya,  dinnit  know  I  had  a  daughter  until  I  was  leavin'.  Went  t'say  bye,  hadn't  seen  Rose  in  a  decade,  longer  'an  that.  Saw  her,  no  bigger  'an  two  apples-  still  isn't.  I  don't  think  she  grew-  "  He  points  at  Holly  as  she  enters  back  in,  bottle  grasped  in  hand,  three  glasses  in  the  other.  She  pours  them  each  a  glass.

                "  Da,  he  doesn't  need  t'know  our  life  story-  "  Holly  says  quietly.

                "  Aye,  but  why  not  ??  I'm  lettin'  'im  in,  least  he  can  do  is  listen.  "  She  shuts  her  eyes,  annoyed,  though  clearly  unwavering  to  say  much  in  her  own  defense.  As  submissive  as  any  good  woman  should  be,  really.  Holly  hands  her  father  a  glass,  then  Remmick,  then  herself,  though  she  doesn't  wait  for  either  of  them  to  drink  her  share.

                "  Why're  you  here,  Remmick  ??  In  America,  I  mean.  Clearly  it's  not  so  great  as  we  all  thought  it  was.  "

Remmick gave the man a thankful smile, but when he wasn't looking as the vampire passed the threshold of the home - despite the smile he gave Holly for a second in the brief shadows his eyes almost seemed to reflect but it was barely for a second as he gave a polite nod to her "Mighty kind of you folks, and i gotta say this home is quiet nice" he spoke now looking towards the father, as he followed them more into the home.

Taking the bango on his back off and settling it out of the way, remmick removed the flat cap he was wearing as well - the wedding ring on his finger shinning when light would hit it a certain way as did the gold chain around his neck, peeking out from underneath the shirt he wore. He nodded "I'm parched if you wouldn't mind sir, never quite caught yer names" he spoke taking his time, letting the man get comfortable and sensing the daughter was wary for good reason.

Remmick examined the rooms he saw, studied the home in a way before his attention went onto the man - studying him quietly. He looked strong, taller than remmick but not by much, maybe an inch - but remmick didn't plan to turn him, he was too hungry right now "y'all out here by yerselves?" He asked not seeing a wife or a mother for the young woman

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TOM HARDY as PATRICK WALKER HAVOC (2025) — dir. Gareth Evans

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                And  it's  a  risky  thing,  sometimes.  Letting  others  hear  your  accent,  though  Dalton  is  too  proud  to  hide  it,  even  with  the  state  of  their  mistreatment.  Though  brows  do  raise  in  curiosity  now,  head  dipping  to  think  on  what  was  said,  but  he  can't  let  his  own  countryman  stay  out  all  night.  It's  then  that  he  decides  it-  lips  pull  into  a  tight  line,  smiling  downwards  as  he  nods.  He  throws  a  hand  up  to  punctuate  his  words  as  he  turns,  pushing  past  the  door  again.

                "  Aye,  aw'right.  Let  'im  in.  "  And  he  takes  his  place  at  the  kitchen  table  once  more.  It's  not  a  new  house  by  any  means,  old  and  rickety,  but  it's  a  miracle  he  was  able  to  afford  it  in  the  first  place.  Prohibition  sure  was  profitable.  "  Holly  go  get  the  Poitín,  'm  sure  the  man's  thirsty-  "  Glasses  are  placed  back  on  his  face,  resting  on  crooked  nose  as  he  picks  up  the  news  paper  he  had  been  reading.

                It  takes  a  moment  for  Holly  to  move  out  of  the  way,  staring  at  the  man  yet  again  for  a  good  second,  but  her  stomach  drops  when  he  makes  a  move.  It  wasn't  a  good  idea  to  let  anyone  in-  sure  her  father  was  capable,  but  strangers  in  the  home  never  felt  right  to  her.  She  moves  out  of  the  way  and  shuts  the  door  behind  him,  and,  as  quiet  as  the  mouse  she  is,  pushes  past  him  towards  the  kitchen.

Remmick's blue eyes moved when he heard someone walking over, before the door opened a bit more to reveal whom he assumed was the young woman's father no doubt. Being 5'8 he wasn't the tallest person of course, but despite the man's voice he gave a bit of a smile - though titled his head at the way the stranger talked to his own daughter, oh now this he could work with if he played his cards right.

He moved a hand to tilt the flat cap he wore in politeness before speaking "Names Remmick sir, I'm a musician" remmick gestured to the Bango strapped to his back "Been travel'in on foot for a few days now play'in where I find myself play'in - was wondering if ya'll would be so kind as to let me get a fair night sleep inside than out in the open" Remmick spoke "Ain't look'in for trouble, I'll be outta yer hair by sunrise - won't even notice me. I got money too if yer look'in for payment, ain't much but it's someth'in"

Money, greed, it was always the down fall for weak willed people, if they could get something out of another person for their own benefit that's all most people cared about - well the young woman seemed to be the rare gentle and thoughtful type, oh he could use that and after all it was getting pretty lonely and companions could be a good thing. He kept a polite look in his eyes but too a risk "Couldn't help but notice your accents" remmick now let his own natural Irish accent be more audible "I'm observant, don't me to pry just....ain't come across others in awhile"

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                Brows  furrow  as  she  notices  his  voice,  not  quite  unlike  hers.  Rather  similar,  though  hers  seems  to  be  heavier,  no  matter  how  hard  she  tries  to  hide  it,  though  everyone  still  seems  to  know  where  she's  truly  from  anyways.  Most  people  in  town  know  Dalton  Black  and  his  daughter,  even  if  they  carry  different  last  names.

                "  No,  no  don't  give  'em  up,  they  sound  real  important.  "  Though  Dalton  might  not  have  a  problem  taking  them,  Holly  couldn't  live  with  herself  if  she  willingly  took  something  that  was  given  to  a  man  by  his  father.  It  doesn't  weigh  right  in  her  heart  to  do  that,  no  matter  how  put  off  she  is  by  him.  

                Suddenly  the  door  is  pushed  open  further  by  a  man,  most  definitely  taller  than  Holly  but  not  much  taller  than  Remmick  himself-  most  likely  the  same  height.  His  eyes  squint  as  he  looks  at  him,  cigarette  perched  between  fingers  and  pressed  to  lips,  he  takes  a  drag  from  the  thing.

                "  What's  your  name  ??  "  He  asks,  brows  furrowing.

                "  He  said  his  name  was  Remmick,  da-  "  Holly  speaks  up,  but  she's  cut  off  by  her  father.

                "  Wasn't  talkin'  t'you,  was  talkin'  t'  him.  Right,  what  d'you  want,  then  ??  "

The sudden Irish that came from not only her mouth but from her father's quickly caught Remmick's attention, it caught him a bit by surprise for a moment enough that it could be seen in his eyes despite he tried to hide it "Names Remmick, like I said I'll be gone by sunrise - ain't look'in for trouble just tired from all the walk 'in I've been do'in" Even though he was use to the southern accent he put on, the man could never fully hide his natural Irish accent in the way he pronounced some words or what he said at times

"If yer daddy wants payment, I got some coins me father passed down to me lassie" Now he was taking a risk letting his natural accent be more noticeable "gold coins, old and passed down but they're still of value I reckon"

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                "  I  suppose  y'don't.  "  He  replies.  But  he  is,  telling  the  truth.  "  Some  of  them  got  out  a  few  days  back  and  wondered  over  this  a'way.  They's  just  grazin,  looks  like.  "

                It's  obvious  he  can't  give  out  his  name,  not  to  these  people.  Maybe  not  to  anyone  ever  again,  Frank  made  sure  of  that  with  the  local  news  paper  and  how  he  had  claimed  to  murder  any  man,  woman  or  child  who  had  held  Roy  Goode,  took  him  in  and  showed  him  kindness.

                "  John  Ward.  "  He  says,  tipping  the  brim  of  his  hat.  "  If  I  could  just...  grab  them,  I'd  be  out  of  your  hair  real  quick.  "

Lilith glanced to her brother, both of them on horses of their own - her's being a black mare with a white diamond at the center of her forehead and white socks around her ankles. Lucian's horse looked like a blue roan, a male one at that who kept calm and seemed level headed just as female did - both waiting as their riders shard quick glances, before their eyes went back to the stranger "and how do we know you ain't ly'in?" Lucian spoke

His sister studied the stranger for a moment, almost trying to get a read on if he was the type to bring or cause trouble - she usually could tell by the pit in her stomach but this man, it was a mix of trouble that came with him and someone who wasn't looking for a fight at least not as of late "What's your name" she asked "heading into town I reckon"

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                Howard  shakes  his  head,  eyes  casting  their  gaze  at  the  siblings  once  more.  Fingers  grasp  at  the  book  in  hand  and  he  bites  his  lower  lip  in  thought.  He  stares  a  moment,  unsure  of  what  information  he  should  divulge  to  the  two.  People  around  here  say  they're  the  ones  they  go  to  for  any  trouble,  but  how  does  he  know  they're  really  not  working  with  anyone  ??  If  there's  anything  he's  learned  from  this  life,  it's  don't  trust  anyone  so  willingly.  And  nothing  stays  good  forever.  That  last  part  he  learned  the  hard  way,  unfortunately.

                "  You  won't  be  doin'  the  gunnin'.  "  He  refuses  to  let  anyone  else  have  that  pleasure,  wasteland  included.  He  want's  to  be  the  one  to  look  the  mother  fucker  in  the  eyes  as  he  stabs  him  over  and  over  and  over  again.  "  I  just  need  some  information.  "

Lilith couldn't stop a giggle at the man's sarcasm which amused Lucian who glanced to his sister "got someone who might be more sarcastic than you sis" he teased before looking back to the man with a deep sigh, leaning against the bar counter with one arm resting there "Well? My sister asked what the story with the raiders is - why do you want them dead?" he spoke

"if it's something petty, we ain't got time for it honey. If it's something serious like revenge - depends on the reason. Caps are great and all....but we don't gun down just anyone for any reason" Lilith added. They never looked at the price of a job first, they looked at the reasons and if the reason for the killings were valid enough in their minds.

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@arcanedesires asked: “Shut up and kiss me.” arthur from evelaena send arthur an ask !!

                Words  put  a  smile  on  his  lips,  tugging  so  wide  it's  a  toothy  grin.  He  dips  his  head,  hat  covering  his  eyes  a  moment,  though  they  wrinkle  at  the  edges  from  years  of  stress  and  work  in  the  sun.  A  chuckle,  deep  and  rumbling  sounds  out  from  within  his  chest-  not  many  tell  Arthur  Morgan  what  to  do.  Especially  women  as  small  and  meek  as  Evelaena.  Though  he's  never  posed  as  a  threat  to  the  woman,  has  he  ??  He  thinks  he's  been  nothing  but  good  to  her,  and  yet  he  still  doesn't  deserve  the  touch  of  a  kind  woman.

                "  Yes  ma'am.  "  He  says  with  a  nod  of  his  head.  Feet  move,  and  when  he's  close  enough,  he  pulls  her  in  tight  against  him,  lips  pressing  to  hers.

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@arcanedesires asked: [ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips. & [ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss. arthur + evelaena send arthur an ask !!

                Gloved  hands  grasp  at  thin  waist.  The  winds  of  the  plains  between  the  hills  can  be  unrelenting,  but  they're  calming  now,  with  the  way  it  gently  whips  around  her  long  hair.  He  pulls  her  close  against  him,  arm  wrapping  around  the  small  of  her  back,  a  smile  spreading  across  weathered  lips.  He  looks  good  happy,  when  he  allows  himself  to  be,  though  later  he'll  remember  how  every  serious  relationship  he's  ever  had  has  fallen  apart  at  the  seems  either  due  to  death  or  him.  Maybe  he'll  push  her  away,  but  for  now  he  brings  a  hand  up,  knuckle  pressed  beneath  slender  chin.  He  pulls  her  in,  lips  pressing  to  lips,  melding  together  as  if  they  were  a  perfect  fit.

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@arcanedesires asked: [ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during. arthur + evelaena send arthur an ask !!

                Hands  grasp  at  her  waist,  fingers  digging  into  the  fabric  of  her  dress.  Eyes  shut  as  the  old  wood  of  the  pew  creaks  and  creaks  and  creaks,  punctuating  every  bounce  of  her  hips  as  it  fills  the  dusty  air  of  the  abandoned  church  Arthur  had  pulled  her  into.  He  exhales  a  shaky  sigh,  head  lulling  back  a  moment  as  he  feels  the  pleasure  build  between  thighs.  Her  words  catch  him  off  guard,  and  he's  suddenly  snapping  head  back  up,  eyes  widening  at  her.

                He  hasn't  heard  those  words  in  a  long  time.  From  anyone,  not  his  mother,  not  his  father,  not  even  Eliza  or  Isaac  or  Mary.  Were  he  not  so  wrapped  up  in...  literally  her,  he  could  cry,  though  fingers  grip  harder  at  her  waist.  He  sighs  once  more,  pulling  her  closer  until  lips  almost  press  to  hers.

                "  I  love  you  too-  "  Though  later  he'll  argue  about  whether  or  not  she  should  love  him.

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@arcanedesires asked: [ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl. arthur + evelaena send arthur an ask !!

                When  did  Arthur  ever  have  a  damn  moment  alone  ??  Hardly  never.  But  thank  god  he  finally  was  able  to  pull  Evelaena  away  from  prying,  drunk  eyes.  Another  one  of  those  parties  Dutch  likes  to  make  a  big  deal  out  of-  he  won't  slander  it.  Anything  to  help  keep  the  morale  of  camp  up.  And  anything  to  have  a  moment  alone  with  her.

                Though  trees  and  rocks  and  bugs  and  dirt  aren't  exactly  the  best  thing  for  acts  that  he  thinks  shouldn't  be  reserved  for  him  when  it  comes  to  her,  he  still  is  a  gentleman  about  it.  Jacket  had  been  shrugged  off,  placed  down  so  nice  like.  A  stone  cold  killer,  and  yet  he  treats  Evelaena  like  a  lady.  Well,  as  well  as  one  could  when  you  don't  have  access  to  much  housing.

                They  would  remain  unbothered,  unless  Sean  decided  he  needed  to  wander  inebriated  again,  though  Karen  usually  has  her  reigns  on  him.  Arthur  sighs,  hand  threading  through  dark  tendrils  of  hair.  Evelaena  looked  so  good  on  her  knees  for  him.  Or  what  he  could  see  under  the  moonlight.  He  sighs  as  she  kneels  on  his  coat,  lips  wrapped  around  his  aching  cock.

                "  Good  girl-  "  He  growls,  voice  gravelly  under  the  pleasure  of  her  lips.  "  God,  look  at  that,  you're  takin'  it  so  well-  good  girl.  "

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@forgesdestiny asked: ❛  this  is  turning  into  a  lovely  evening  .  ❜ holly from thomas send holly an ask !!

                Smile  spreads  across  lips,  fingers  tap  on  the  book  she  had  in  hand.  Sure,  the  population  of  the  gang  had  been  kind  to  Holly  for  the  most  part,  but  even  with  Thomas'  in  and  out,  he  seemed  to  be  the  kindest  of  all.  Well,  at  least  to  her.  Arthur  had  been  kind,  Charles  had  been  kind,  Tilly,  Sean,  Abigail,  really  they  all  had  been,  but  she  didn't  speak  much  to  most  of  them.  Holly  just  thinks  it's  got  something  to  do  with  how  she's  too  trusting,  maybe  too  naive.  She'd  rather  that  than  no  one  want  to  be  around  because  of  her  awful,  awful  personality.  Quite  like  someone  else  she  knows.

                "  It's  always  a  lovely  evenin'  with  you,  Thomas.  "  She  says,  blush  creeping  up  to  her  cheeks.  "  I  think  you're  a  bit  kinder  than  everyone  else.  "

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@sinndbleds asked: “I said beat it. Leave us alone!” For Remmick from Blaise (him protecting Siobhan lol) unprompted

                Maybe  Remmick  was  looking  for  a  little  snack.  Maybe  he  was  a  little  bit  hungry,  after  having  to  hide  all  damn  day  from  the  sun.  He  pulls  back,  grin  spreading  wide  across  chapped  lips.  He  lets  out  an  exhale,  eyes  glinting  underneath  the  moonlight.

                "  Well  now,  I  didn't  mean  nothin'  by  it.  No  harm  no  foul-  "  It's  obvious  in  the  way  he  doesn't  move  that  he  won't  be  leaving-  at  least  not  just  yet.  "  She  was  already  spoken  for,  why  didn't  you  just  say  that  ??  "

[hunt-the-hare]

@xmultimusesx asked: ❛ look at the sky. look at the sea. does it never call to you, urge you? ❜ - Remmick to Stack

                Of  course  it  does.  As  a  child  he  knew  there  had  to  be  more  to  life  than  the  beatings  of  his  father  and  the  lands  of  the  plantation.  There  had  to  be  more  to  life  than  the  confines  of  the  church  and  the  closet  he  was  trapped  in.  And  when  he  was  old  enough,  him  and  Smoke  had  been  drafted  to  the  army.  German  front  lines.  It's  a  wonder  they  both  made  it  out.  Of  course  he's  been  to  Chicago  and  every  damn  place  in  between...  and  it  still  wasn't  enough  for  him.  He  needed  to  see  more.

                "  Course  it  does,  you  think  I  like  just  fuckin'  sittin'  here  ??  "  Smoke  would  give  a  more  level  headed  answer,  but  he's  dead.  "  Yeah,  it  does.  "  In  truth,  at  the  moment,  he'd  rather  be  anywhere  but  here.

[hunt-the-hare]

@xmultimusesx asked: "Sorry to disturb ya darling, but I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to allow a humble and exhausted musician like myself a night's rest in yer home?" Remmick spoke with a bit of an apologetic look in his eyes "Don't want no trouble truly, been travel'in for days now without good sleep or food. I'll be gone by morning I swear it" - For Holly

                Fingers  grasp  at  the  door  knob,  piercing  grey  eyes  staring  at  the  man  in  front  of  her.  His  words  do  not  land  on  deaf  ears,  but  she  remains  in  her  spot,  unspoken  for  a  moment.  Holly  would  be  inclined  to  let  him  in.  Dalton  had  always  called  her  a  bleeding  heart,  but  something  about  him  doesn't  seem  right.  Was  it  the  smell  of  death  that  seemed  to  waft  in  with  the  open  door  ??  Or  something  in  the  way  he  speaks  ??  Maybe  how  he  looks  her  up  and  down.

                She  leans  back,  shouting  over  her  shoulder,  into  the  room  behind  her.  Blonde  hair  falls  across  jaw  as  her  voice  carries  sweetly  in  another  language.

                "  A  Dhaid,  tá  duine  éigin  ag  an  doras,  ag  iarraidh  teacht  isteach.  "

                "  Cé  he  ??  "  A  voice  from  behind  her  shouts-  deep  and  gravelly.

                "  Níl  a  fhios  agam-  "  Head  turns,  eyes  catching  the  stranger  once  again.  "  What's  your  name  ??  "  Head  tilts  now,  brows  furrowing.  Her  accent  is  unmistakable,  though  it's  obvious  she's  been  here  long  enough  as  a  child  to  lose  half  of  it.

[hunt-the-hare]

                Lips  part,  teeth  clenched  as  he  listens  to  them  speak.  His  brows  furrow  at  the  words,  eyes  darting  from  one  busted  up  pip  boy  to  the  other.  Quite  honestly  he  doesn't  care  where  they're  from,  or  where  they  aren't  from.  To  tell  the  whole  truth,  he  doesn't  care  about  a  damn  thing  they  have  to  say,  aside  from  the  answer  to  his  questions.

                Face  remains  the  same,  a  quizzical  look  spread  across  rough  skin.  Teeth  finally  pry  apart  to  inhale,  eyes  finding  their  way  back  to  the  woman  at  the  mention  of  not  being  from  around  here.  He  wonders  what  could  have  given  that  away.

                "  No  shit.  "  Words  are  as  sarcastic  as  the  day  is  long.  But  he  straightens  up  now,  head  turning  to  look  at  something  other  than  either  of  them.  "  No,  I'm  huntin'.  "  He  is  the  one  giving  the  raiders  a  hard  time.  And  he'd  kill  every  last  one  of  them  too.  He  deliberately  ignores  their  question  about  him-  something  he's  not  inclined  to  speak  on,  or  rather  doesn't  want  to  recall  his  past  life  as  a  slave.

"That's right....names Lucian and this is my sister Lilith" He gestured with one hand, on that wrist though was a pip boy one that matched the one Lilith wore on the opposite wrist to her brother. Both looked a bit worn but taken care of enough that they worked at least, and given by how relaxed the pair seemed, they didn't look like vault dwellers in all honesty - or maybe they'd spent enough time on the surface to look like just any other.

Lilith titled her head a bit, watching the man and studying his mannerisms "Got some raiders giving you a hard time? you don't sound like you're from around here with the accent - no offense it's cute but tells us your from far away" She spoke before drinking the whiskey in her glass, both twins moving in their seats at the bar to face him better "So what's your story?"

[hunt-the-hare]

@xmultimusesx asked: Lucian's eyes fell onto the stranger first, before his sister Lilith looked over to study the man. Both twins were dressed in typical commonwealth fashion with sturdy armor that showed, they weren't to be messed around or someone was going to either have some broken bones or get shot.....or maybe both? "Unless your buying us drinks or hiring us, I suggest you keep walking" Lucian spoke as lilith took a sip of the liquid in the glass she had, before her brother easily downed his and ordered another - for Howard (Fallout)

                Lips  press  together,  rubbing  as  if  he  had  applied  a  balm  two  seconds  ago.  His  lips  are  chapped  and  begging  for  moisture  but  he  calms  them  down  with  his  tongue  jutting  out  to  wet  them  a  moment.  He  sighs,  small  book  being  gently  tapped  on  his  hand  in  annoyance.  At  them  or  the  situation  ??  Knowing  him  it  is  both.  Chest  rises  not  a  moment  later  as  he  inhales  deeply  and  takes  a  step  forward.

                "  Folks  round  here  been  tellin'  me  you  two  the  ones  t'  ask  'bout  raiders.  If'n  yous  the  twins,  that  is.  "  Southern  accent  seems  out  of  place  in  a  place  like  this-  up  north  where,  he  reckons,  there's  not  much  travelling  done.  Well,  there's  probably  not  much  done  by  anyone  unless  you're  brotherhood.  Or  the  Enclave.  Or  maybe  a  Child  of  Atom-  all  people  he  finds  abhorrent  and  nuts.