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Indie Fallout canon and OC characters, penned by Lara
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"You listened to it." It had been the only thing able to come out of Deacon's mouth once he caught sight of that holo, unsure if he was happy West finally knew, anxious because he'd have to explain himself now, or just plain sick from all the bullshit his body had gone through in the last handful of hours. "...Good." His voice cracked, but with the amount of pure emotion behind it, it was genuine. Not to mention the tears that welled up in his eyes, Deacon seeming to forget he didn't have his sunglasses. "Good." He could safely say that he was feeling happy, anxious and sick all at the same time. "I'll tell you everything, if it means you'll stay." Okay, maybe he was a little woozy on pain medication....wait, did they even give him anything to be woozy on?
Didn't matter, he'd blame all of this on 'all the Good Shit' they'd given him later on. West would know better, he always did.
Any further worry was set aside at the jest, Deacon able to give a joke in turn with the back of a hand coming up to rest on his forehead like a distressed damsel. "Oh noooo, anything but that! You'll doctor me to death!" Really it was the oppisite, but hush, it was for his joke. "Drink more water, take your medicine, 'no Deacon we are not eating the week old molerat Artoo dug up-'"
Wait a minute-
"Where's my buddy?! I'm bedridden, I need my little buddy!!"
There was a brief flash of anger when the words 'if it means you'll stay' rolled out of Deacon's mouth. But he was too damn tired for it. He shifted in his chair, heaving a short sigh and looked away from Deacon, swallowing that anger, taking a deep breath. Deacon could have just been sliced in half. And nearly was killed.
"He's not here. He's staying with a friend. With his teeth, you know, settlements tend to ...have certain prejudice against him..." West gave a shrug, then reassured Deacon that the half dopey dog half night stalker mutt was just fine, "He's safe. This friend of mine actually owns a litter mate of Artoo's so... Look, Deac, I don't care either way, but it's been chewing at me since I listened..." West's hand hovered over his Pipboy, "Are you...?" West trailed off, letting the implication lie. If so, West felt that leaving sooner was better than later. He knew, medically, the only real way to tell a Gen 3 synth from a human was the microchip component the Institute implanted in every synth. And to West synths were just human who were made in a lab instead of by the traditional means and used against their will, for the most part, by the Institute.
"It's commendable, what you do. I want you to know that. I just..." West sighed again. He wasn't mad about Deacon's disappearing. Not anymore. But there was something else. Almost worse.
"I wish you thought you could trust me enough to help."
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@brokenreality--x Judy sent...
"West...?" The girl curious, worrisome. She saw him just a few feet away from her. The whole commonwealth changing before her eyes. She never expected this of all things. She saw him die in front of her and now here he is, as if nothing ever happened. "Is that.. is that you?" Bottom lip trembling, her hand holding her pistol tightly.
The grin on his face seeing Judy faded once he realized how confused she seemed. And seeing her hand on the gun.
"It's me, Jude." West stopped short, before he was half running to her, over joyed to see her. She had left him. He didn't know why. He couldn't think of any good reason. Maybe she'd had the same thoughts he had been having: things were too good.
It was easy to be distrustful out here. The more West stayed in the commonwealth with slightly more familiar surroundings, the more he remembered of DC, his childhood, but especially his young adulthood... So much had happened in his 19th year. So much fucking shit had gone down.
Maybe she had found out. That's the conclusion he'd come to and been okay with. Maybe he had talked in his sleep or... something. Maybe she had figured out he'd been the Kid from Vault 101 once upon a time and all the horrible shit he had done.
"What happened, Judy?" West held up his hands, showing he wasn't angry or that he wasn't about to do anything if she did pull a gun on him. He loved her too fucking much. He still loved her, after being so heartbroken that she'd gone.
Uneasy. A shivering exhale left her lips. She wasn't sure what to make of it. He's eager to see her, and while she wants to run to him too she can't. She can't move. Felt like a ghost, as if she's truly losing her mind. "I.. I saw you...I saw you die." She glances away. "How do I know you're not one of those.. things?" She saw his replacement bleed. She heard him scream and all she could do was run. "The Brotherhood.. they..." Her nose turns red, cheeks to match as her eyes water. "Tell me something...that no one else would know." Now looking at him, his eyes. "That only you and I would know."
"Judy-- I don't-- I don't know-- I mean, the Institute murders people and replaces them and I don't know how much they could know. Like if they have spies? I think some of these birds are spies. What if they were listening in or... Things we've said to each other...?"
West scrambled, unsure of what to say. If they had fooled her enough before... West believed synths were their own people and deserved to be treated kindly, but the sad fact was there were agents of the Institute that killed and replaced natural born humans out here. But that was on the Institute, not synths.
"Can I... Can I come a little closer? So I can show you my scars? I don't know if they would bothers with trying to replicate things like that. But they'd have to put in the effort. And I would have to be dead and my body in their possession, I guess, if they did. I'm just trying to wrap my head around an awful lot right now..."
@brokenreality--x Judy sent...
"West...?" The girl curious, worrisome. She saw him just a few feet away from her. The whole commonwealth changing before her eyes. She never expected this of all things. She saw him die in front of her and now here he is, as if nothing ever happened. "Is that.. is that you?" Bottom lip trembling, her hand holding her pistol tightly.
The grin on his face seeing Judy faded once he realized how confused she seemed. And seeing her hand on the gun.
"It's me, Jude." West stopped short, before he was half running to her, over joyed to see her. She had left him. He didn't know why. He couldn't think of any good reason. Maybe she'd had the same thoughts he had been having: things were too good.
It was easy to be distrustful out here. The more West stayed in the commonwealth with slightly more familiar surroundings, the more he remembered of DC, his childhood, but especially his young adulthood... So much had happened in his 19th year. So much fucking shit had gone down.
Maybe she had found out. That's the conclusion he'd come to and been okay with. Maybe he had talked in his sleep or... something. Maybe she had figured out he'd been the Kid from Vault 101 once upon a time and all the horrible shit he had done.
"What happened, Judy?" West held up his hands, showing he wasn't angry or that he wasn't about to do anything if she did pull a gun on him. He loved her too fucking much. He still loved her, after being so heartbroken that she'd gone.
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"Just a rumor??" She was befuddled how the inhalation of an entire town could only be a rumor. She supposed the other hadn't gone there to see for himself. "I didn't do it! I would never! I disarmed th-the bombs! Th-there was a man who wanted th-the town gone, maybe he framed me??"
Her voice was wavering with distress with each word. She didn't do it - she could never hurt so many innocent people like that. Especially people she had come to know and care about.
She snapped out of her distressed thoughts when he took her gun, standing up as she tried to grab it back. "HEY! Give th-that back! I didn't pull it on you!" The fear in her voice was palpable. Was this guy with Talon? Enclave? Just some random guy?
She swallowed, unsure if she should answer his questions or not. But he had her side arm and a rifle. She could dive for her own but no doubt she'd be full of lead by the time she grabbed it. Shit.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
"..A...Amiee...Amiee Diaz...." She muttered softly, tears now rolling down her cheeks. "I..I got it from th-the vault. Well. I mean...Moria gave me th-this s-specific one, s-since it's armored...but I also st-still have mine from th-the vault..."
She swallowed again, her throat feeling...so dry now.
"...Are...Are you from Talon Company?"
West took another few steps back as she made a grab for her gun. She was crying now and West felt his stomach drop in disgust at himself. But there was a knot there, heavy and eating at him for another reason. She had met Burke at some point. And she had been in his Vault. But when?
What did she mean 'still had hers'?
"No." West answered simply about Talon Company. He wasn't a great liar. He did it all the fucking time, now, but sometimes people could tell. Mostly people just didn't care or bother to notice.
He stood with her gun and his own but it was pretty obvious he had no real intentions on shooting her.
He didn't expect her to fucking cry and he didn't expect all this guilt for it.
"When did you get into 101?" West didn't understand it. He had killed people. He blew up a fucking down for God's sake... Why did he feel so ...worried about disappointing her? Feel so fucking gutted that he had made this girl cry? He didn't know her! This shouldn't matter to him...
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Amiee awoke with a jolt and a gasp, sitting up straight in the chair as she went to reach for her sidearm - a slightly banged up 10mm pistol. She spotted the other once her brain caught up with what was going on, and soon spotted the gun he held.
Oh.
Oh no.
She pulled her hand away from her own gun, looking up at him as he spoke, blinking a few times at his words processed in her brain.
Wh...what? Blew up Megaton? Had...had someone - Oh God.
A look of horror crossed her face, eyes wide, "What? Did - did s-some mess with th-the bomb in town? Did th-they manage to rearm it?" She thought she had ensured that it couldn't be rearmed, but explosives were far from her forte. "I-I didn't do it! I disarmed it, like Sheriff Sims asked! Oh God - is he alive? Moira? Gob?"
She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. All those people just...gone. Oh God...
"I don't know. It's just a rumor."
West suddenly felt bad. Immediately awful. Like he'd just liked to Amata or Dad or... something like that. He didn't know why. When she woke up and looked like he'd just told her the world had ended... She had more sympathy for those people that he did. But he'd gone through a hell of a lot. Maybe she was lucky enough to avoid being manipulated by awful people. Unlike him. Maybe she was smarter.
Didn't explain the suit...
"They say the Kid from Vault 101 did it. And that's the suit you're wearing. What am I supposed to believe, huh? They don't ever describe the kid. And you look like a kid to me... Get up."
West felt his stomach churn, quickly grabbing for her gun while she was mourning the deaths of people he'd killed. Moria and Gob had been decent. Nice, even. The Sheriff... West tried not to think about it, taking a step back so she could stand. He didn't know what he was doing exactly. He hadn't exactly stopped to feel guilty for those deaths. He hadn't wanted to. People he didn't know. People who let Moriarty do what he wanted instead of stand up to him...
West had so much anger... Why did that resolution crumble when this girl started tearing up?
"What's your name?"
He shouldn't have asked. That was stupid.
He didn't want to hurt her. That's why he asked.
"Where did you get that suit?"
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Amiee was tired - she had just finished another ordeal with raiders. She came out successful but banged up. So she found the first still standing building she could and entered it.
She paid no attention to the details of her surroundings, too worn and sleep deprived to really care. More than likely just left over relics from before the war.
She flopped down on the least disgusting looking chair, bandaging her wounds and shedding her equipment, her vault suit covered in dirt and grime. Maybe tomorrow she'd clean her clothes...but for now she needed sleep.
She curled up in the chair, dozing off quickly. Not noticing the very obvious signs of living the next room over.
West, that's what he decided he would call himself now. Wesley was a dumb innocent kid who thought people could be trusted, more or less. Wesley was the kid who got bullied in the Vault, the kid who though his father hung the moon. Wesley was a stupid fucking kid who was so so smart and was going to be a doctor. Wesley Parrish didn't know fucking shit.
Wesley had watched his dad die without being able to tell him he was sorry for being so angry with him all this time. For yelling at him and calling him selfish.
West moved into the next room, quietly, a pistol in his hand. It was just some girl. Some Vault girl. He approached, a little closer. He still had his own Vault Suit but he didn't wear it. Not after what he did to Megaton. The moment James had brought that up, West knew Dad blamed himself. That all of Wesley's anger had been building up because of Dad's lies and abandonment. But Dad didn't know the whole story and West was too ashamed to even begin to tell him, so he was selfish and just let Dad believe what he did.
101
It was plain as day on the collar of this girl's suit. He took a deep breath, instinctively reacting (he rarely took the time to weigh such pros and cons as he would have before his involuntary brain surgery in that damned swamp) and kicked at the chair the girl slept in. West held the gun, but not directly in her face. He wanted answers, not a fight. West wasn't yet 20, but he looked older. Maybe late 20s by now. He couldn't really tell. He just knew he had changed a lot after that spaceship.
"Where did you get that suit? Are you the kid that blew up Megaton?" He accused. It was best to play it this way. Play up the fact that the 'Kid from 101' was a villain he was after. No one would suspect that kid was him if he did.
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Let’s Play: Love At The Milky Way Diner (Demo) - Part 1 - “Catch me, Shiwoo!”
Y’all I only went and fucking did it. I recorded a goddamn video today and put it up and everything! Yay me. And unlike other videos I streamed from my Playstation you can actually HEAR ME. (RIP That Skyrim playthru. The Fallout ones are better.) (Also RIP those saves. Barry and Bilbo were fun while they lasted.)
This game is real cute: An LGBTQ+ sci-fi dating/cooking sim! This is the demo but already I got 45 minutes of game out of it and haven’t even started the cooking part yet. But met four characters. Vega is currently my main crush though Shiwoo wins for Best Unexpected Flirty Move.
Aw shit!
The kickstarter link:
Source: youtube.com
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It wouldn't be until the sickly sun began to peek over the horizon that Deacon would stir, first with a wheeze, then a strained cough as he aborted a shift to sit up halfway. He was bleary, eyes gazing around the room, only half able to take everything in. It wasn't until they landed on West that clarity seemed somewhat return to those bloodshot blues. "I was gonna celebrate not bein' dead and all, but if I'm lookin' at you, then I must be in Heaven."
He was cracking a smile before he even finished, another wheezy cough breaking it as he attempted to snuff it with a turn of his head into the pillow. "Sorry, that was bad. And untrue. Can you imagine me in Heaven?" There was something ironic about that, calling his own bluff, even as a joke.
His smile shattered once and for all as he tried to get up, movements stiff and staggered as he wheezed in pain. "Th' kid okay?" Worry about yourself, you idiot. "She was crying, she know I'm okay?"
"You saved that little girl," West said gently and then moved to place both hands on Deacon's shoulders, as careful as possible to stop him from getting up. And giving Deacon a full view of the holo loaded into his Pip-Boy. But West was hardly thinking about the tape. "She knows you're getting there. We don't have much in the way of supplies, Deac, so you have got to stay down and rest." West heaved a sigh, sitting back in the chair. He then removed his Pip-Boy all together. "I don't think here is the best place to talk about... the holo you gave me. But I want to know more. When we have more privacy." West kept his voice relatively quiet. People milled around or passed through the tent and West didn't want to cause any trouble about Synth when they had just been attacked horribly by robots. West knew they weren't the same. But he didn't want to stir up any trouble with Deacon in such a vulnerable position.
"I guess you're stuck with me for a while," West joked, but he didn't even smile. All his doubts came back. If Deacon had the choice, would he just stay for a day or two and then skip out again?
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"That's really cute that you think I have the upperbody strength to not shatter my entire shoulder with this thing. No way!"
West looked it over, handing it to Keegan before scrambling out of the dumpster. He was well built enough, but still a relatively small guy. Things like power fists and power armor where incredibly interesting to tinker with, but nothing he cared to keep for himself.
"We could sell it for a hot price. Unless you wanted to test it out?"
[ I’m goin’ back home
to the west coast]
Indie Fallout character. Amnesiac Courier 2 former Lone Wander. Multi ships/verses.
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"Here's to Couriers Two and Six." She managed a half-grin, one that wasn't as sincere as it could've been, raising her own bottle to tap it against West's, before taking a long drink. Her bets were placed on that her luck would go down the drain after Goodsprings, half-expecting one misfortune or another to cross her path sometime down the road, a game of wait and see in the meantime.
Nash hadn't been very helpful, other then the fact that he'd give her another clue on where to go next: New Vegas. If it weren’t for the fact that the shortcut was absolutely crawling with Deathclaws, or so she’d heard, she’d be at the strip already, maybe already on her way elsewhere. Maybe tag along with a caravan and travel with them until she found a place where she felt she belonged.
“Uhh.” She paused in the middle of fiddling with her necklace, shaking her head. “I don’t think I am or I was. If the former was the case, I think they would’ve come looking for me. And the latter? The doc said I didn’t have an imprint on my hand from wearing the thing, so…” Aries shrugged. “I don’t remember so I couldn’t give you a definite answer there.”
"Oh," West said sympathetically before the whole thing dawned on him. "Oh." His eyebrows shot up, turning to Aries again, examining her head wound as best as he could from here, without getting too weird about it.
"Either that checker suit shit bag has really bad aim or incredibly good aim. He didn't fucking kill us but got us good enough to scramble our brains. Although, I think my brain's been scrambled with previously. I was in an autodoc and waking up to a report of bits of your brain missing in two different places is pretty goddamn jarring."
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West hadn't said anything, catching Fiona outside behind the house, praying to gods he thought she had left behind in Caeser's camps. He hadn't disturbed her at all, waited until she was done and quietly walked around to the front door again, waiting until she was back inside to "come home early". It wasn't the surprise he was willing to upset. He kissed her and just went about their usual day. Fiona said nothing about it. Neither did West.
He wasn't upset she was hiding this from him. He was upset with himself that she felt that she had to.
This wasn't the same as her occasional blood lust and ruthlessness. It was a slightly different shade than West's could be and he didn't fault her for that. Her learned hatred of ghouls and synths was something he didn't tolerate, arguing with her over that "Legion thinking". West could compartmentalize and pick and choose what to love about her and what to ignore and what to show her was a better way of living...
But something like this he felt was his fault. How much did she really trust him? Maybe she was afraid of him, in a way, not that he would harm her, but that he would without love or leave her entirely.
He couldn't see a world where that would happen. He thought of it, imagining the absolute worst thing Fiona could do, reminding him of her past, her 'old ways' but it was always Fiona leaving him because he couldn't handle or accept it. That he was too weak. Not the other way around.
The book he had found because he'd gone looking for it in some old abandoned library he liked to scour on occasion. The Dewey Decimal system was a bit hard to suss out with the faded signs, but he managed. West didn't want to just confront Fiona about what he'd seen that day, her little ritual that she probably did when she knew he'd be gone for a stretch. That felt like some kind of betrayal or secret, too.
"Hey, babe?" West called to his wife one morning as she had ventured out of the bedroom, letting him dig in the dresser, under his clothes, pulling out a book wrapped in torn fabric. A present. It was a book of Greek and Roman mythology.
"I found you something yesterday."
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Boone’s brow furrowed behind his glasses, but he didn’t comment. A lunchbox full of liquid dirt coffee was certainly going to come to use eventually, right? West was smarter than him anyway.
The sniper just stood there limply, and started wringing his hands. “…Still want coffee, though.”
"Fine, fine." West shook his head and went about cleaning out the coffee pot (more dirt water going into the can, which he now put in the sink to drain the excess water), then boiled more water and took the lunchbox of coffee grounds and scooped some into the steel coffee pot.
"Funnily enough, coffee grounds are good for acidic plants. It's funny how chemistry basically runs our whole lives, right?"
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A sharp laugh as she lowered her gun slightly. ".... Shit. I'm real sorry if you weren't looking for trouble. We ran into some fuckers who didn't know better yesterday and I'm still on-edge. I mean, if you ARE looking to start shit, I'm willing to end it."
The flower-painted sentry bot at her back was the more obvious threat, but an itchy trigger finger was never anything to sneeze at. "But seriously, I don't wanna waste ammo on you right now?"
A slightly pleading expression.
"Okay, yeah, so neither of us want to hurt each other?" West was trying to get this straight. What where they doing? Both a couple of wastelanders so on edge they were assuming they were out to kill the other. West took a deep breath, slowly lowering his hands.
Being on the surface was fucking exhausting. But it wasn't like he wasn't bullied in the goddamn Vault either.
"Butch." West said suddenly, with a look of sudden realization. "That was that fuckers name. Tunnel Snakes! Oh, what a fucking dickhead. Tunnel Snakes..." West shook his head, then looked to Dani realizing how crazy he must have sounded.
"Sorry, I just remembered-- Um. Nevermind. I'm West. Definitely not a raider or crazy asshole. I promise." He pointed to the sentry bot, "Is that yours?"
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Lucy let out a small incredulous laugh at being called badass. Her? Well, maybe for a Vault dweller she was, but it still felt unearned.
She had faced a gang of raiders though, and hadn't died, so there was that. Hopefully eventually she'd be reunited with Max, or even with the Ghoul and the dog, and it would get a little easier. And not just for her physical wellbeing, but because it was harder to stay positive around all that devastation with no one to speak to, whether it was to make her feel better or to argue.
"You-" she started asking when he told her to keep her head still, "You grew up in a Vault? Which Vault?" should she worry about him being Vault Tec or feel bad about him being an experiment? While she had wanted to ask for directions, this felt a lot more important. "And... what are you doing out here?"
"Well, that's a long story." West smiled, doing his best to sew her up without too much pain. He'd been a wasteland doctor for a while now and figured she wasn't used to injuries like this. He knew he hadn't been...
"Washington DC, Vault 101. I left when I was nineteen. My dad... left," West said this with a tinge of ...sadness? Regret? Maybe even anger. It depended on the day. But he missed James. Every dam day.
"And I went after him. Found him. Lost him. And I've been on the surface ever since. Trying to help people." West tied off the stitch, the clanking of instruments beside him as he used scissor to snip the thread, then covering the wound with guaze and tape.
"What are you doing out here, 33?"
