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[grandzealot]

@cajunspoons  ☣

“I’m adorable. I’m sapient. I help people. People love me. I ain’t hurtin’ nobody. I’m technic’ly your elder, so that’d disrespectful t’wards les vieux. There’s a possibility if ya try it, I’ll explode an’ it’s gonna do some terrible stuff.” That last one was sort of a bluff, but she’d given him a lot more than the one reason he demanded.

A brief pause and she added, “And I’m adorable.” She posed, fingertips under chin and the cutest smile she could muster.

Mais, if that didn’t work, then this was probably going to be it, at least for a while. He had her dead in his sights, too close to think she’d get away if she tried to run. She sure hoped that little schtick would do it, though.

It really was surprising how often that worked.

           Teeth yet bared, the Grand Zealot’s stare continued though no intensity was added to his aggression. His eyes darkened further but only in thought, again they surveyed her form, analyzing what threat she may present.

           Finally his stance relaxed– slightly, his radium rifle still aimed at the... ‘woman.’

         “ We told that traitor machine to keep his people away from us,” he growled, anger woven into his soft voice at the memory of DiMA. “He trying to break that truce or are you trespassing on your own time? ” 

[grandzealot]

⛺️for our muses to go camping

— @america-redefinedbonding activities || [ open ]

           A large canister of coffee under one arm and two mugs in one hand, the Lieutenant raps lightly on the metal frame of the tent to warn the other officer he’s returned before entering.

         “ You’re up?” He’s surprised. “...Sleep much?” Brow knit, Richter sets one mug down then dumps some packets of powdered cream and sugar from the other before setting it down as well. “Brought coffee,” he smiles. “I heard it came out awful but I’m sure the creamer’s worse. ”

[grandzealot]

“Nothing is permanent and fates change so quickly.” -Gwyn :)

— @mayflowermarred @atomsandnothingnessblack sails starters viii || [ open ]

           Heavy head jolts up at the quiet comment and he realizes two things: First, he’s nodded off as he sits next to her, somehow both tired and comfortable enough to accomplish the rare task in another’s presence... Second, he’s not sure if she speaks to him. She’s been going through old papers he remembers, and he looks to her hands to determine where they’ve gone.

         “ That from a book?” he mumbles, considering sitting up but opting to keep his lazy posture. He likes the warmth that radiates from her across the small space between them too much to move...

[grandzealot]

@rejxctsandrenxgades  ☢

The rain was bust pouring outside, and soon radiation would come in after them as Olivia sat in the corner, huddled away from the stranger. She was too far away from anyone to get help if she needed it so she sat, curled up with her laser musket turned blunderbuss as she just eyed the man and kept silent. Both from fear and anger as she fought the Children of Atom whenever they attacked her.

           Young-looking, far as he can tell. Weapon choice odd, but not entirely unfamiliar out here. Seemed healthier than the usual wastelander one encountered, but the Commonwealth did produce a more robust sort.

           And then there was that stare...

         “ I’m just traveling through,” he murmured. “Not here to start a fight.” All the same he held his radium rifle in equal proximity to his own body as he stood leaning back against a wall. “Storm’s no danger to me... Just don’t want to get wet.

         “ You’ve nothing to fear so long as you don’t cause trouble. ”

[grandzealot]

@ergcsum ☣

“I only have so much time.” Violet says, slightly impatient as she crosses her arms, “So tell me what you wish to say and we can be done here..”

           Irritation hums in the back of his teeth, sneer threatening to form but he contains it.

         “ Here on behalf of a Sister Clydesmill working at a farm called County Crossing. Three weeks ago, she paid a Goodneighbor mechanic for a gamma weapon to be fixed but the item hasn’t been returned... Been told you do those sorts of jobs and you fit her description– If it is you, you best have it done or be prepared to return it and her money.” He’d not have so decent a servant of Atom be treated with such disrespect...

[grandzealot]

“You’re like a gargoyle up there.”

cat starters II [ accepting ]

           Still as stone, he stares down upon her. Of course he’s monitored her approach, but her choice of speaking to him catches him off guard. Furthermore, he can’t tell if she means to offend with her words– She’s on good terms with the Family isn’t she? She’s just come from a visit to Jacob he thinks… And hadn’t he seen her in a video?

         “ I’m on watch,” he mumbles, still musing upon whether to call her Sister or not.         “ …You baptized? “

[grandzealot]

‘i’m sorry’

— @prophesyr

           Confusion. He thinks he’s spoken clearly enough, and the Father’s tone doesn’t demand clarification, but…

         “ I said: ‘I’ve heard your words.’ Been listening with my friend– ”

           Gaze sails aside in search of the companion in question, but his eyes widen when the man doesn’t number among the followers in sight—           Standing in the back listening to sermons together is one thing, but to be here speaking to Joseph Seed alone– Nervous eyes topple back to the prophet and he forces himself to keep talking, hide the way his heart pounds:

         “ Heard you a few times over the last month or two. You sound–” Eloquent? No, wasn’t a matter of vocabulary. Genuine? Worse, implies he expects preachers to be anything but–           He’s taking too long. The Father’s still listening and he’s struggling to finish the sentence, hasn’t had to make conversation on his own in months. Adrift, Richter flails for any word close enough to anchor him back, return things to normal. Don’t make a scene. 

         “ …Real. ”

[grandzealot]

@remnantrecruit  ☣

“Helping you is my duty. I remember my training, sir.” If this was a test, Abner would not fail it. And if his superior genuinely hadn’t needed him, well, he deserved whatever consequences may follow.

Either way, Richter was safe, and that was all that mattered.

           An exasperated sigh left him as he brushed off his uniform.

         “ Fine,” he hissed. “You’ve done well, Private... Grip could stand to be more gentle, but I guess that’s beyond your control?” He frowned as he eyed the ‘man’ before him, luggish but faithful savior. His expression only tightened as he glanced behind them to the raiders who had fallen quite far below...

         “ ...Thank-you, Abner.” Still fussing with his clothes, the Lieutenant took a moment to eye the other man’s state. “You’re not hurt? ”