( Blink, blink.
He's not wearing the mask, for once. )
Bless you.
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( Blink, blink.
He's not wearing the mask, for once. )
Bless you.
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Still alive, despite circumstances.
25.11.2024 16:26 โ ๐ 1 ๐ 0 ๐ฌ 0 ๐ 1โ โ โ NOBODYโS DICK
โ โ โ IS THAT LONG,
โ โ โ NOT EVEN LONG
โ โ โ DICK JOHNSON !
โ โ โ THUMBS DOWN,
โ โ โ YOU SON OF A
โ โ โ BITCH โโโโ !
โ โ โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ โโ .แ โ โ ๊ฑ
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into him at this point.
This is something he can never completely undo.
Ulysses' gaze turns towards the water tower, then to her.
"Unless, courier, you have a better idea."
>>
That's his reasoning.
By the time anyone would be trained well enough to traverse the Divide, those mutants will have already cleared a path towards Vegas, by which point it won't even matter anymore.
. . . . .
A sigh from the courier.
Couldn't help himself but explain. It's ingrained
>>
"No.
Fending them off as long as I canโ didn't bother to reach out, call anyone. You saw the Marked Men; maybe knew some of them, even.
Soldiers, stragglers, Bear, Bull; doesn't matter. Not to the Divide. If you're not prepared, you're dead or worse."
>>
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"Hrm."
Nothing more than that. A grumble.
Ulysses searches and eventually does find a knife, hilt sticking out of a mutant's eye socket. Pulling it out is easy for him.
"Shouldn't take long. Hold still."
Trying to cut through the rope.
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#falloutrp | #ocrp | #MVRP
"๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต
๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ...
๐๐ด ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ
๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ..."
๐ & ๐
"Wouldn't have wasted time if I was...," the figure says, gently poking her face with a stick. "You are not NCR."
He's suspicious of her. Has every right to be; people don't usually come here. This is a bad place to be.
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>>
"hell? no โ not hell, that was the divide. this, the wastes, they carry opportunity."
in other words; as much as he dislikes being away from his post, this is a welcome change.
"dead place, true enough.
tunnelers won't kill themselves, though."
maybe he's just delaying
the inevitable by fending
them off. they'll be in the
mojave, sooner or later.
a beard covers up a good
deal of the scars that still
line his face.
>>
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โ Guess I'm contagious,
it'd be safest if you ran, โ
ยป West coast scav-for-hire
ยป Haunted and hunted
โ Fuck,
that's what they all just end
up doing in the end. โ
โ There are no small roles,
only small boobs. โ
ยป Sole Survivor of Vault 111
ยป Goodneighbor's favorite drag queen
ยป #FalloutRP
ยป Suggestive themes, MDNI
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ค
ใ
ค ใ
ค del for short.
merc for hire. trying to rebuild a broken life.
roleplay only | 18+
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" If we share history, then before going forward, I want to know the past."
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"old habits," he grumbles.
all the same -- ulysses obliges.
the mask comes off. the courier
takes a deep, deep breath. air
tastes sweeter, somehow.
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~โ ; โ ๐n ๐he โ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐he โ ๐ท๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐บโ โ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต โ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ตโโโใ
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[ courier six โ ๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ]
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โ After everything you've done, how will you sleep at night?
๐ Next to my Wife.
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A pale elf woman with long blonde hair and sunglasses aims a four-tube rocket launcher just over the POV, wearing a black tanktop, a choker, and dark camo cargo pants with a large belt.
SILA WINDBORN. Technician. Rocket launcher enthusiast. Elf. Thief. Trying to pull off the greatest heist of her lifetime.
"They plated a flying city with golden walls and you're tryin' to tell me there's no treasure up there? Yeah, right."
|| #MVRP || #PostApocRP || SUNDER
โ โ โ AM I MAKING YOU
โ โ โ FEEL SICK โโโ ?
โ ~โ ; โ ๐ ๐ill โ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ become โ a โ โ ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ โ of my โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
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[ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ]
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[ temp pin ]
โ It can happen again.
It will keep happening.
If war doesn't change, men must change,
and so must their ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
[ temporary pin ]