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"I'm insulted!" Tabitha gasped out when he told her to keep her distance before she rolled her eyes. A reputation had latched itself onto her thanks to her careful curation, many in Goodneighbor had come to the conclusion that she was a lady of the night and that was just what she wanted.

Men were quite vulnerable with their pants around their ankles, Tabitha had claimed countless caps, weapons and lives by luring them off with the promise of a good time.

"But it's alright, from the sounds of it you're not my type," she's teasing him now as she began to lead him down the alleyways. Tabitha was taking him to the very depths of Goodneighbor to the place she called home. Just when any sane person would have the inclination that she was leading them to a death trap she moved to force a door open within one of the derelict buildings.

One of two things would happen if he followed her, she'd have the balls to actually try and jump him anyway without said gauss rifle, or nothing at all would happen and they'd proceed normally. A little part of him hoped for the former since it'd just be plain funny to watch, so either way he'd go along with it.

"Lead the way."

Allister waved the sack of caps back and forth a little, like one would a treat and an animal, only realizing then that it looked like he was buying a night with her. Attractive woman, guy with sack of caps... Goodneighbor... I mean the entire setting was perfect for that.

"Just uh.. keep your distance.."

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By now his anxiety was practically rolling off of him in waves and Six could only scowl as she thumbed several rounds into her revolver's chamber. It seemed as if she had not heard his words, she said nothing for the longest time before she coolly replied, "I'll handle it."

Had someone responded this way to Six she would've found their confidence to be a marker of cockiness. Yet all of this was familiar to her in a world where she held no memories. This came to her as naturally as breathing, it felt like it was her only purpose in this damned world.

"I ain't askin' you to go out there with me, Six looked up at him before she tilted her chin toward one of the windows, "I've got two rifles here, help me keep one loaded at all times and I can pick them off before they find here."

"Right... Well, I certainly see that." He replies as he watches her sink to the ground. Following her lead, he too finds his pistol and checking the clip. Iggy does notice the redness and for a moment his lips part as if to question it but stops himself. He'll ask later. Now is not the time.

"While I'm sure they deserved it, dontcha think you bit off a lil' more than you can chew? Especially this far out. Do I even want to know why you're this far out?" The tinkerer questions, finally letting her out of his sight to peek out of the gap in the curtains.

There was horrendously loud yelling but no signs of raiders, yet. "I mean, you must be real lucky, to 'ave found me... I coulda been anyone! And not to mention that while I ain't the best fighter, I can sure as shit handle myself in a pinch." The nerves are creeping in now, and he's beginning to ramble. The wait before the fight always did this to him.

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Exasperation and anxiety collide within Lucy's chest, the resulting concoction had caustic bile burning in the back of her threat as she froze. Every time she had crossed paths with this man she had found that nothing good ever came of it. He had brutalized her faith in humanity time and time again. She would prefer to have some remnants of hope intact but it seemed that luck was not in her corner.

"Gosh damn it!" her outburst is relatively tame in comparison to what others would say in her position, it is the first indication that his shadow was the well-meaning Vaultie he'd crossed paths with previously.

Lucy's pallor betrayed her less than ideal state as she rounded the corner of the building, her hands outstretched as she looked at him with such vehement disdain, "I don't want any more trouble. I just wanted to keep my distance."

Swallowing thickly, she peered at him with narrowed eyes. A part of her questioned whether or not she should have helped him. Quite frankly she had no idea how or why she had managed to cross paths with him yet again in the wasteland...surely there were other people out here?

At the end of the day Lucy did not regret her choice, she could not continue on if she was not proud of the life she led or the choices she made, "please just let me go."

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No matter any which way you looked at it, no matter how many years were gonna pass - the Wastelands always looked like a pile of shit.

Even with all the efforts of some of those Vaulties and new hopers, talking about saving the world like it hadn't already been a foregone conclusion - as far as this Ghoul was concerned, it'd be like looking for specks of gold in paddocks of cow manure. Towns that had been 'rebuilt' still had that cobbled together gone through hell kinda look to them.

Everything that had survived or had been left behind - it was all just stained. Even the people.

Making his strides through one of those abandoned towns, the ghoul tilted a nearby body over with the tip of his boot, studying it. Poor bastard looked like the roaches had been snacking on him not too long ago and wouldn't be worth any sort of ass jerky out of. Still, this was all just pretense; lifting his head a fraction, he let out a sharp whistle through his teeth.

"Think it's about high time you came out in the open where I can see you, if you've any sort of fight to be pickin'! The last guy who tried sneakin' up on me don't have the limbs to be sneakin' anymore!"

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he's a fucked up, horrible, living nightmare. i desire him carnally

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if a girl wants to rip open your ribcage and live there you have to let her

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TWIN PEAKS (1990-1991) “May the Giant Be with You” — 2x01

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thinking "haha what if i jokingly shipped them" is your last chance to get out btw

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Suspicion vocalized with a smile, Tabitha wore indifference with a practiced ease. Even now she carried herself as if she were simply along for the ride when she wanted nothing more than to get the most caps for the least amount of work.

Gage knew better than to take her at face value, he had seen enough of her in action to fall for it. Still, that did not stop her from carrying on the act with a lazy smile. Her light tone stood in stark contrast with her words, she sounded as if she were talking about a change in weather than them being played for fools, "no shit, that's what any prick would do."

Tapping her nail against the glass bottle, Tabitha listened to his jest with a half cocked head before she snorted lightly before she poked back, "I can think of a handful of more expensive habits."

Something had to give and soon. Tabitha had opted to leave the island in favor of getting a break from the oppressive fog that threatened to smother out her breath each day yet there was one thing about the island that the Commonwealth could not replicate. The work.

No matter what there had always been something that needed to be done and she had far fewer competitors for that work. Only issue was that the harbormen were suspicious fucks. They were harder marks for her favorite past times. The boredom was downright insufferable.

A low hum escaped her as she dropped the empty glass bottle unceremoniously, "we could always slit his throat an' take him for everything he's worth for immediate pay. Shouldn't be too hard find a better buyer if this haul is half as good as he makes it sound."

There wasn't a single aspect of this job which didn't reek of a set up. Tabitha's words only serve to solidify the raider's assumptions. Something in that nervous twitch their employer had raked up Gage's own battle work anxiety. One didn't survive this long in an environ as hostile as the Commonwealth and it's surrounding municipalities by taking every scrap of work, or promise of caps, from whoever walked down the street. That's an excellent way to get yourself killed.

Grinding molars down on a fraying tooth pick, Gage's mind works over the details in much the same way. Grinding them down into pieces to inspect what's left, not that there's much to start with. They'd had to fight their employer for many of the details, which was another red flag.

A steamer trunk full of weapon parts and old world prototypes that an eccentric collector wanted more than anything. Only issue is that the supposed building these treasures were in laid on that festering cusp of the Glowing Sea, and if the radiation wasn't enough there were rumors of synth patrols and curious Gunners. All in all it was a suicide mission as well as being grossly underpaid.

"I think this asshole is trying to play use for some walk-the-wasteland caravan guard fucks." Tone bitter, this wouldn't be the first time an employer's decided to boldly undercut Gage because they deemed him too stupid to know better. Little did they know he was the puppet master behind two overbosses, and an entire amusement park full of raiders to do his bidding. Gage wasn't the smartest man alive by a stretch, but he was damned clever and that was more than enough to survive this hell hole of a world.

"400 caps isn't even close to enough for something like this. Can barely support your Nuka Cola habit with that kind of scratch." A sly grin breaks out across the weather tanned raider's face. Having been wandering through similar circles for some time they'd mutually learned some quirks of the other mercenary. The Cola one being his favorite to poke at.

"Either way, could ransom the shit back to him. Or sell it to those Gunner rats sniffing around." Absently scratching an old scar beneath his green left eye "Though I's rather send all those pricks to an early grave, instead of negotiate." As a life long raider, there would always be a level of animosity which spawned from countless territory disputes.

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"The fuck is a bear?" as if on autopilot, Six snapped out the question before she gave her head a violent shake. Leaning further back in her chair, she ground her teeth together before shrugged, "they stick their nose into people's business. I don't like that."

None of what Six had heard of them was good. At most she heard they were well-meaning but incompetent. Six thought that the people that said that were a bit too generous; the intentions of their soldiers did not reflect the intentions of the group itself.

"What's yours?" she sniffed out a like-minded individual due to his reaction, any NCR supporter wouldn't have that reaction to her disapproval.

"Not a big fan of the bear, huh." Hancock took a long, indulgent drag that would be enough to roast the throat of any human. His innards came pre-cooked.

"That's fine. Everyone's got their reasons for avoidin' those bureaucratic nimrods."

"What's yours?"

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The discomfort of a stranger would be one of Six's last concerns. Her mind may have been lost because of what that checker-suited ufck had done to her, but that did not make her more trusting.

If anything it only served to make her more paranoid. Six had nothing to go off of; no bad memories and no good memories either. Just snippets that had muddled together into an incomprehensible blur. None of the pieces fit together. No two faces were the same, each setting was different. The most clear memories were sensations. Pain in her left shoulder, the taste of lukewarm flat soda or random, loud sounds that exploded in her head. How aggravating.

"Courier," he asked what she was and she answered. The real rub of it all was the fact that one-word answers often lead to more questions than anything.

It was the one thing she could remember of herself, the one constant in unearthed information. Over the past couple of weeks tales of a courier had been spread across the Mojave with a Mr. New Vegas sharing the bulk of the information.

A courier that came to in the middle of bumfuck nowhere after a job gone wrong. Even when Six listened to the tale she barely even comprehended the fact that it was she who had been mentioned on the news, "shush."

A thud has her hushing him but she barely even moved, her eyes remained fixed on him as her ears tracked the movement downstairs before she gestured for him to keep walking.

Scratch goes, leading Six along.

Inside him, ants swarmed his nerves about having her behind him. A real anxious, squirming fear consumed him about having her there. He didn’t enjoy having people behind him. It’s why his back was always against the wall to watch. It’s why he always sat facing the door. The lack of trust comes from his own wounds.

Old traumas. Old habits.

Still, he figured she needed him until the safe. Then maybe, they could go their separate ways peacefully. But always, a need for violence lingered on his heart. He just needed to see how far this goes. To see how the cards played out.

As they walked, the building was showing signs of someone squatting here. They weren’t around, not right now. On the ground, were plenty of broken beer bottles and needles. Soon, this floor was taking on the trappings of a chem house. A nest of sorts for whoever lingers here.

The walls were sprayed with all sorts of colors. Blasphemous curses and crude art.  Immature minds with too much time, too much hurt on their minds.

“Are you anything else but a scavenger?”

The Fiend asked as he walked carefully. His eyes were peeled, and his skin was tense with concern.

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The idea of a vault playing games with the last vestiges of civilization read as insanity at best and outright maliciousness at worst. It was almost downright incomprehensible to Lucy given her own experiences with Vault-Tec and she would need time to come to terms with it.

Lucy's eyes flicked down before she quietly murmured, "he had always been a good Overseer."

Pride was something Lucy felt when she thought of her own father, she truly believed that he had the best interests of not just her Vault but the surface at heart.

"Did you grow up in the vault?" Lucy asked suddenly before she gestured, "or were you one of their..."

Rescues sounded demeaning as all get out, "transplants from the surface?"

A famine? That... seemed odd, for a place that was supposedly safe and stable. Were they not actually a control vault after all?

That could at least explain Moldaver's involvement, if it was the truth. Whatever the truth was, however, it seemed that Lucy wholeheartedly believed the version of it she was telling - which rendered pushing back any further on this just about useless.

"Maybe you're right," Keiko conceded instead. For now, anyway. Her heart wasn't in the agreement, but to be fair, it wasn't as if she had a full picture of any of this yet either. "Not all vault overseers have historically had their residents' best interests at heart, but that doesn't mean your father has to be the same."

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Gullibility had been Lucy's disadvantage, it infected her mind because she had been sheltered within the earth's womb and shielded from the reality of life on the surface. For years she had been under the impression that she and her fellow vault dwellers were the last, best hope for humanity. That they would be able to take the scary world the surface had become and mold it into something better. Heal it with the lingering remnants of civilization. How foolish they had been to think that something more nefarious would not stew on the surface, curdling within the radiation and the drive for survival.

Trust was a luxury on the surface, so few knew what it meant to trust and to be trusted. Lucy offered it freely to those that seemed to be deserving yet alarm bells were going off in this moment. Stories about life before the bombs had been passed down for generations, mentions of snake oil sales men popped up occasionally and right now Lucy had come to the conclusion that this is what they must've sounded like.

Yet this was the most she had gotten since she had made her way to the surface. Lucy needed information, more importantly she needed power to get her father to safety. There was no way she could stroll up to Moldaver and take her father back without someone to help her.

"My father is an Overseer," the words left Lucy's lips without thought, she sniffed slightly before she continued on, "he could offer a hand but I need help getting him back."

The purpose of her words are clear, an unspoken 'if you scratch my back I'll scratch yours' resonating in the air.

THERE WAS A SICKNESS WITHIN THIS COUNTRY.

One that could not be so easily dealt with, he has been waiting, watching, he has been learning, about the land, what has happened, what humanity have become, the surface, an awful plague has washed over it, infections, mutants, the fall of the greatest power within the world, to become this mockery of what liberty had once been, the shining example of humanity dream, of a better tomorrow, with old fashioned morals, a smile on your face, uncle sam behind you, roll up your sleeve and get the job done, the can-do attitude that this vault dweller had, these people, where the American Dream, not what was upon the surface, a lost cause, these are not the American people he was elected to rule over, she and her people, they where the dream.

“America, saved itself, from destruction, with foresight to know that this might happen, you are a pure American citizen and it is time to serve your country.” His scan showed him, nothing. No infections, no mutations, no sickness, she was within perfect health, she was within her prime. A pure human in every single way and what he wished for this land to be filled with once more.

“You have been sheltered and protected, now you have seen what America has become, how the mutants, have taken everything for themselves, don’t be tricked by them my friend, most appear human, but as you have seen, they will harm you, rob you, commit all manner of crimes and leave you for dead, you need my aid, a president, leads by example.”

As the small bot, would pop up and down, floating around her, so many people here, so little time, to deal with them, he had a solution, a plan to deal with all of them, to wash this land clean and to ensure that it would be pure, to once again have true Americans take it and rebuild with him, as there president guiding them, but to do this, she needed to live, and to live, she needed better weapons, supplies, and a guide through the wastes, which he was more than willing to offer to her.

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A dry laugh escaped Six as she sank down to the ground and began loading her piece, "I've got that effect on people."

Looking up at him, she gave him the slightest bit of a smirk. The eye contact is maintained long enough for the vibrant red of her left eye to be painfully obvious, there's something not quite right about her. Damage inflicted in another life that was never mended, "lets just say one of their leaders had a helpin' of lead for dinner last night."

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There's a deep inhale from the man as he ushers them inside the scrapyard office, away from the gunshots outside. Once the door is shut and the yelling is muffled, he turns to them, hands on hips and a frown that reads confused and disappointed.

"Now, ima need you to explain to me real quick why there are a shit-ton of raiders on your tail." He begins, surprisingly calmly. "Because if they saw me sneakin' you in here we're both dead meat, and ima be real honest with ya'; I'd rather go out shootin'."

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Tabitha couldn't give a shit herself, she was not part of the community of Goodneighbor proper. Although that was something of a double-edged sword, it meant that most people would be quicker to turn on her if it suited their needs. Issue was that he was suspicious. Understandable, really.

"I do have to take you down an alleyway to get you to where I'm situated. Promise not to try to turn me into minced meat because of that?"

The implication was clear, she knew he was on edge and she had no intention of going down because of it. Tabitha shoved her hands into her pockets before she gave him a leisurely smirk, her full lips twitching just slightly as she waited for his response.

"Mm. Know somewhere more private then, I don't give a damn personally, but I'm wearing something that can duke it out with a deathclaw. Imagine you don't want any trouble directed your way because I talk a bit too loud."

Allister could tell she was on edge, I mean it was Goodneighbor after all who wasn't, it wasn't the settlement of kittens and rainbow piss after all. Hell, he was more concerned with each visit that the assaultron 'vendor' was going to finally be a bit TOO friendly. In an attempt to ease her tenseness he reached into his backpack, the armored arm disappearing before reappearing with a small sack of caps.

"Information or directions to it, they're yours, recommend against trying to take me to an alley somewhere though, only shit getting through this is a gauss rifle."

He'd modified out all the glaring faults of the suit long ago, including the ones that practically made it made of papier-mâché .