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friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

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“I’m starting to understand how Blue feels about being nagged by Garvey for those settlements. Now he’s asking me doing them instead.”

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‘ COYOTE STORIES ’  STARTERS

from the album by the crane wives. feel free to change pronouns, etc.

KEEP YOU SAFE

’ when i was a child, my nerves ran wild. ’ ’ with the risk of fall, i never climbed at all. ’ ’ my daddy always said ���nothing worth doing comes easy.” ’ ’ time is not your friend. time is not your remedy. ’ ’ no amount of waiting will make you brave. no amount of fear will keep you safe. ’ ’ the older i get, the more fears i collect. ’ ’ i carry them with me. ’ ’ what if the steps i take turn out to be mistakes? ’ ’ how can somebody like me learn to say “come what may?” ’ ’ your fears won’t keep you safe. ’

THE MOON WILL SING

’ i could have been anyone else before you made the choice for me. ’ ’ my feet knew the path we walked in the dark; i never gave a single thought to where it might lead. ’ ’ i made a bed with apathy. ’ ’ my heart knew the weight: ten years worth of dust and neglect. ’ ’ make your peace with weariness and let it be. ’ ’ i loved you like the sun. ’ ’ i loved you like the sun: bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own. ’ ’ i shine only with the light you gave me. ’ ’ we could have had anything else. instead, you hoarded all that’s left of me. ’ ’ i want to feel the fire that was kept from me. ’

ALLIES OR ENEMIES

’ the words i speak are wildfires and weeds; they spread like some awful damn disease. ’ ’ i swear i didn’t mean what i said. ’ ’ forget it all. you caught me in a moment, weak. ’ ’ sometimes i just can’t help myself. ’ ’ are we allies or enemies? ’ ’ this will be the death of me. ’ ’ remember when i could tell you not to smile when you were mad, and you would always crack? and we’d both be laughing in the end? ’ ’ now, you’re not so quick to forget. ’ ’ all’s fair in love and war, but i can’t fight with you anymore. ’ ’ what happens now ? ’ ’ i’ll admit i’ve had my doubts, but i want to be let in, not out. ’

UNRAVELING

’ i once loved a tailor who took eager care of me. ’ ’ sew together my loose ends with stitches neat and clean. ’ ’ my love is gone and i am left unraveling. ’ ’ trim my weeds and give me room to grow my flowers again. ’ ’ i am left here, withering. ’ ’ sand my rough edges, craft new and lovely things. ’ ’ i can’t help the fracturing. ’ ’ i never knew that i needed you. ’ ’ i once loved a man who kissed me once before he left. tied me up in knots and said he’d soon return again. ’

HARD SELL

’ i’m trying to make something of myself. ’ ’ i feel like i’m working with barbed wire and moth wings, cause i can’t really get ahold of anything. ’ ’ i’m one deep breath away from a breakdown. ’ ’ the world is hostile, and i’m fragile, and i need someone to kiss the cuts and tell me to keep trying. ’ ’ does everybody have it together or are we all pretending? ’ ’ is it really just me holding it together with one loose string that i can’t stop pulling? ’ ’ i rip myself apart at the seams. ’ ’ i find one weak spot and start unraveling, hoping i can find a better me, a fresh new start buried under me. ’ ’ can we stop pretending now? ’

ROCKSLIDE

’ i know you want to plant your feet, but we best get a move on. ’ ’ i pray today my soul to keep. ’ ’ drop dead sprint now, my darling. ’ ’ don’t look back now. ’ ’ just try to breathe. ’ ’ the monster’s coming, and it don’t care for you or me. ’ ’ we best get a move on. ’

METAPHOR

’ i’ve gotten good at leaning on metaphors. ’ ’ i’ve gotten good at living on someone else’s page. ’ ’ i cut my teeth on secondhand sentiments. ’ ’ you can’t trust a single thing i say. ’ ’ i keep my closet free of skeletons because i’m much better at digging graves. ’ ’ i always dig up bones in your sympathy. ’ ’ i can’t trust a single thing you say. ’ ’ don’t look too hard, because you won’t like the scars he left in me. ’ ’ i’ve gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape. ’ ’ all these words are sweet. and meaningless. ’

THE HAND THAT FEEDS

’ i’ve seen good men spoiled. ’ ’ their cries are a warning to everyone following. ’ ’ no man should stand to work all his days, and have nothing at the end of them. ’ ’ i’ve got no money but the change that jingles in my pockets. ’ ’ time? i am powerless to stop it. ’ ’ my papa was a howling man. ’ ’ my dear papa gave me lessons in regret. he said all that he’d done would be for nothing if i followed in his steps. ’ ’ my papa taught me how to hold, how to bare my teeth and growl. ’ ’ the hand that feeds deserves to be bitten when it beats. ’ ’ i may never be a rich man, but i can make sure that i am free. ’ ’ the rich man will never have me. ’

LITTLE SOLDIERS

’ it was a march towards ruin and despair, but we held hands all the while. ’ ’ i swear that i loved you. ’ ’ beneath the table, you would offer up my bones, and all the dogs would lick your fingers. ’ ’ i dragged you through every room inside our home, but you still held me at night. ’ ’ you still held me at night. ’ ’ i swear that you loved me. ’ ’ we didn’t give up. ’ ’ we wouldn’t dare surrender. ’ ’ it was an honest loss. ’ ’ i fought with tooth and nail before the flag had flown, but you were already gone. ’

SLEEPING GIANTS

’ i feel the mountains shifting under me. ’ ’ the sleeping giants are finally waking. ’ ’ my pulse is clear, rushing in my ears. ’ ’ i hear something calling me. ’ ’ the moon is humming lovely melodies. ’

OF EVERLONG

’ out of the ocean, over the harbor lay no sons and lay no daughters. ’ ’ it was there i wrote a sad, sad song. ’ ’ if my lover will not heed it, take my voice and take my spirit. ’ ’ only my lover, not i, can keep my soul. ’

NEVER LOVE AN ANCHOR

’ on some level, i think i always understood that these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever. ’ ’ i tried to do the best that i could. ’ ’ i couldn’t bring myself to hold you. ’ ’ it’s a secret i keep tucked inside my chest. ’ ’ this heart of mine is guilty, not remorseful. ’ ’ there is love that doesn’t have a place to rest, but it would’ve buried you if it had settled on your shoulders. ’ ’ a ship can never really love an anchor, so i did the only thing that i could, and severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor. ’ ’ there are times where i still wonder about you. ’ ’ you are someone i have loved, but never known. ’ ’ you’ll never see the reasons i had for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you. ’ ’ i am selfish, i am broken, i am cruel. ’ ’ i am all the things they might have said to you. ’ ’ do you ever think of me, and my two hands? ’

NEW DISCOVERY

’ i want to stand on the edge of the water and see horizons stretch on forever. ’ ’ i want to know that there are lands not yet touched by human hands. ’ ’ i want to be the one to find them. ’ ’ i feel like i’m lost in a desert. ’ ’ these steps i take won’t go to waste if i’m moving towards something. ’ ’ i want to believe there’s something left for me. ’ ’ i want to kindle a love that doesn’t age, even when all the years carve lines into your face. ’ ’ tell me i’ll be surprised. ’ ’ i want you to prove me wrong. ’

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greased-ghoul​:

“Got your hands full with a Handy, ey?” He said, taking a cigarette out and placing it in his mouth, leaning against a nearby wall. That reminded him, he just HAD to find some parts for a Mr. Handy. Preferably from a Mr. Fix-It model. As good as Johnny was, a few extra hands wouldn’t hurt “You can help if ya want, Baby, but Johnny don’t accept the milk of human kindness as payment for a gig, you dig? That shit’s gone curdled anyway. Nuky-C’s up front or I agitate gravel. Them’s the terms.”

As the ghoul pulled out his lighter, the Devils popped out of the shadows, obviously none too happy. With an annoyed groan and eyes rolling behind his shades, Johnny took a drag of his cigarette before approaching the bandits.

“Cool it, Cats.” He said, putting on his best friendly face “We was just admiring your handiwork. Not every gang of wasteland warriors can jury rig a bunch of bots, afta all. And those booby traps? Inspired.”

As the ghoul was laying on the charm, his two bots (a jukebox-themed eyebot and an assultron in a metal poodle skirt) were getting into position, ready for a surprise attack as soon as Johnny gave the signal. 

“Not really. The handy belongs to Blue.” She’s pretty honest with that. The ghoul seemed to know what he’s doing. He got the skills and got the props to repair up a damaged handy or a complete makeover if Blue ever had consent of turning Codsworth into an Assaultron since Mr. Handy types are a common target for scavvers and Rust Devils alike.

“Does a Quantum will work? I got one here with a Rad-away.” She do have one but best done after a battle against these Rust Devils. Other than Quantum she have varies of Nuka Cola up on her sleeves, unbroken and safe.

“Glad this one’s know art well. You know what, forget siding that reporter and join us instead! We got a lot of scavenged parts you can use and build a war machine!” Such awe-inspiring offer the female Rust Devil had made for Johnny as Piper had a bad feeling about this. She’d wanted to draw but a signal has to be made first.

“I could double the Nuka-Cola if you don’t join with them~” Piper had to do a counter-offer just in case things didn’t end well.

Technically, an Assaultron with a poodle skirt took one of the Rust Devils, leaving them confused. Piper knew how to handle herself as it may be a shootout.

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the-last-command​:

“You shall have it.”

{ Ares responded, coldly, while planning their perfect escape from this place. Of course, they needed to deal with the would-be assassins. They couldn’t afford having them follow. }

{ They couldn’t try anything here, not right now. Too many obstacles, not enough room for success. If anything, they wanted her alone. Together, they could turn the tables on her stalkers. }

“You leave through the backdoor, they will follow. There, we can ambush them. You from the front, me from the back.”

{ He never made eye-contact, he just looked at his drink. }

“Hope you are as good with the gun, as with the typewriter.”

She left a thumbs up with a wink in a response of what he said.

A test of sneak, Piper has to do. She did what Ares told her is to head to the backdoor without being noticed. Gun’s ready to use and pretty much loaded as she started to creep in the shadows. Something that she doesn’t do but pretty sure she learned it the hard way.

While the assassins were quite still seeking for Piper, they seemed either standing there or trying to snuff out where she was. Sadly, one of them has a good eye but doesn’t mean it will aid them.

As she is on their line of sights, she hoped she did the ambush right as she heads on the nearest cover after one missed shot from them, one aimed shot from the foot on that one assassin with a good eye.

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Once my new WiFi USB adapter is finally here, I can reply threads out. For now, lie low since borrowing can be very dangerous to me.

I don't really like using net wires because it is hazardous.

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For some reasons, i do really prefer Codsworth as an Assaultron and Curie before synth too.

Maybe assaultrons are my favorite automatrons that i made mostly assaultrons at my raider route.

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“To the eyes of others, yes. You’re a cool detective guy.”

“…People say I’m a cool guy-?”

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greased-ghoul​:

The Ghoul turned to the reporter, a cocky smirk on his face. “We’re trying to find an old Corvega for some backseat bingo.” He answered sarcastically “Waddya think, Dolly? We’re looking for bot parts!” 

The greaser sifted through the scrap pile, pulling out the dome of a Robobrain. Crap, no good. There was shrapnel in the greymatter. The egg was practically scrambled at this point. “Then again, that’s just why Johnny’s here. You’re here for a different reason, right? I wonder what a eager reporter would want with the self-proclaimed best wrench in the wastes? Honestly, doesn’t take Dick Clanky over in the Diamond to figure THAT mystery out.”

No bloody wonder. Machine parts are a blessing to tinkerers alike but the Rust Devils are always on the top of the scrap chain. As she heard his answer in sarcasm, she deadpanned.

The Robobrain Johnny picked up was this time not Jezebel but something still in functioning that needs reprogramming the brain out. Piper indeed had a different reason why.

“Well, uh. Actually, since you know repairing stuff, i guess i could need your help since Codsworth’s Handy frame is damaged severely.” Piper remembered his heroic deed to save a fleeing group of settlers from hostile Servomechs from their deaths. To fill the icing on the cake, Codsworth survived. “I’ll help you gather bot parts as well for you and Cods. Would that be fair?” Things do work well if its evenly shared. Yet one thing that’s gonna hinder them.

“You got some nerves barging in our territory. You’ll pay that with your lives!” One of the Rust Devils came from the other side as they were armed with... literally 10mm’s and some Laser Rifles. Most of them are wearing Sentry heads.

Piper sighs as things ends up really ugly.

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continued from [ ?! ] - @the-last-command​ 

From drinking something good from being tracked for dead by her stalkers, coming from the mercenary. She do admit that she had no idea she was indeed being followed, just waiting for the proper timing to put Piper out of her misery for meddling other peoples’ agendas that normally one be found dead.

Only sighs after finishing her glass, maybe he could be a good ally even if its temporary. The whole Capital Wasteland is a very dangerous place to settle in and live after all as one has to focus to survive by doing ways necessary to live another day.

“Wait, what?” Literally it was a confusing for her but as she heard from him again that they might be outside, her heart rate goes up.

“I guess i have no choice but to believe in you. I do need your help like, right now.” Right now is the time that she will rely to this one for her safety. The safety of her pistol is off. A shootout is expecting to happen any time now.

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starter - @greased-ghoul 

Fort Hagen Sattelite Array. This will be one of the places Piper would NOT want to re-visit after the Mechanist incident that caused caravaneers, settlers and literally many more fell in the hands of it. But there are many things to salvage with without knowing that a new batch of Rust Devils are now occupied once again after Evey’s death and having her power armor looted.

“Is there any reason why we’re here at the satellite array?” Asides from there is lots of components for repairing automatrons and such, it was a paradise for mechanical tinkers. She only looked at the ghoul with signs of concern and worries.

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Like for a fallout-focused starter~ Specify a muse if one runs a multi-muse blog!

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sleuthomatic​:

“Hm.”

Dangerous is right. Crossing the Wasteland for anything is a risky proposition, never mind doing it to tail after some trigger-happy Raiders. Nick looks after Mags and William, weighing their options. How is it Piper can always get him in trouble?

He puts his hat on.

“Yeah, so long as they can hold the fort down here for a bit? It couldn’t hurt to find out as much as we can. Lead the way.”

“Then that’s decided.” With gun in ready, Piper will have to be careful on where they were heading. Possible spot-ons is definitely Hangman’s Alley where they could rendezvous with their fellow Raiders and by chance, Blue herself as now on the move.

She made their distance far away and possibly hiding in broken fragments of buildings and anything that can hide, such every time they went farther without being noticed by Mags, William and their escorts.

Long distances later, the Operators had reached Hangman’s Alley as the settlers there has bomb collars on their necks, farming and such. Piper never believed what they have heard from the ones in-charge of the pillaged place. Eavesdrop aside, she carefully goes to Nick to confirm what she had heard.

“Nick, we have a problem. They’re really going to invade Diamond City with Blue.” Blue was nowhere to be found at Hangman’s Alley but possibly one of the key points of Diamond City’s outer walls.

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shana and her raider-clothed friends, featuring danse

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Diamond City - Signs

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Shana ( Sole Survivor ), Longfellow and a dead hermit crab.