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This blog is old but my love for this oc is new hit that follow if youre up to rp with a fallout 4 courser oc. this is a sideblog of @greentech-genetics so expect follows from there.

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It was your birthday, and now it’s mine, so I can do what I want. Have your courser admiring the background.

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OK I CHANGED THE ABOUT AND IDEC IF ITS TOO FUCKIN VAGUE its better than what i had before fuCK.

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SUDDEN ATTENTION TO THIS BLOG UH

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I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT MY TRASHCAN SON HERE HE IS, THE INSISTUTES BIGGEST FUCK UP SINCE THE SHATTERED MASK INCIDENT

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“Damn, Sure they didn’t just send you to guard me?” He jokes, He had not even been operating as a courser that long, he was only just now reaching his third year in operation. “Cant imagine ten years up there being an easy thing to live through.”

He could potentially be putting himself in line for an inspection for saying this, but it seemed like just what the scientist needed to hear.

“But hey, It can’t all be a lost cause, they got you here after all and that’s something. Hell, you just might be the one to...” He hesitated, looking around to be sure she was the only one to hear him. “Change that Idea.”

“I’m as ready as you are miss. Nothing better than adventuring through the ruins.” He was going to take her yes but he couldn’t help but find it strange that she wasn’t just sending someone to do this for her.

“I must say, this is a bit unexpected, most of the scientist opt out on a chance to go up there. This your first time miss?”

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every time someone send you hate, send them this back

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p cute for a guy who can kill u

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Headcannon: K4 is just the Kazoo Kid grown up

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relatable

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“I’m as ready as you are miss. Nothing better than adventuring through the ruins.” He was going to take her yes but he couldn’t help but find it strange that she wasn’t just sending someone to do this for her.

“I must say, this is a bit unexpected, most of the scientist opt out on a chance to go up there. This your first time miss?”

“Indeed he is miss indeed he is.” He had regret his words quickly after they left his mouth, worried that he might have given her incentive to tell someone how strangely he had been acting when he met her. “Where are we headed?” But now, her response, it was more than enough proof that he was in the clear for now. There were some scientist around who were far more laid back than the others and it was always a great day to be stuck with one of them.

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Managing to keep the BOS and Railroad alive.

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He had been sitting quietly for quite awhile at the end of a long red trail, people piled up under him. His mission was complete. The synth had been shut down and was lying on the ground next to the pile. “Fucking wow.” He says reaching up to wipe blood from his cheek. He had barely finished the mission and it was beginning to bother him. He was just barely getting by at this point. Each mission was a closer call than the last and he knew that he would not be able too keep up forever. Part of him knew he was not cut out for this but he wanted to believe he was.

“You sure gave me a hard time unit.” He says grabbing them up by the wrist and pulling them to his chest. Blue light engulfs him and the two synths dissappear, resurfacing in the wall of their home. He sighs and pulls himself along, dropping the escaped synth off before making his way to his destination. The director was usually lurking about in her sons quarters and he knew it well. He couldn’t imagine she was taking his death well.

“Miss,” He calls out from the doorway, a bloody trail of footprints behind him.

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I meant if you could pick clothes to wear

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if you weren't wearing your courser uniform what would you wear?

“Its nothing special.”

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favorite instrument?

“I cannot choose only one. you will have to settle with me saying that I prefer all brass instruments. They are without a doubt the easiest on the ears.”