Chickie here spooks horses, y'know. I'll run down who I can.

Horses, y'say...

"Weeell, ain't this a fine fuckery..."

Yeah... been a minute since I seen 'er, actually. Think that engineer 'round the lake keeps her busy, I dunno.

Y'should, it's a real pretty view up there. Wildlife's all stirred up about somethin' though. And... good t'know. Won't say I'd mind seein' you around.

...I was up on the mountain, I got cabin fever somethin' fierce.

Like, a puzzle. A true mystery...

My mind is an enigma that cannot be explained (Someone got distracted and wandered off)

🧍‍♂️

I am?!

I have lived here for THREE MONTHS...

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ THE CHOSEN ONE ⠀ ⠀⠀ CANNOT BE WEAK —— .ᐟ

Faulkner - that's what everyone calls me. (That might [just] change if Arlo keeps the rounds coming. He doesn't need telling twice, though. He gets up from his bar stool, holds onto his hat, and knocks back the last of his bourbon. A good handful of caps on the bartop and he's set.)

||The intent to make Faulkner a Han Solo "I know" type is constantly at war with the urge to shitpost and be gay.

Lucy, one goddamn thing could explain you and the mask made it hard to see I guess: Vault suit.

Lucy, I don't think a goddamn thing in this wasteland could explain you.

...HEEYAH, CHICKADEE! (They tear off into the moonset.)

(The fringe tugs up in a grin.) I wasn't gonna ask. Sure as [hell] wasn't gonna ask that fuckin' Ranger, neither. Like. What, tonight? Or in the mornin'?

Well, now hang on- It's the flair of the thing, see-

Oh, sorry, partner. ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵍᵃʸ ᵐᵉⁿ ʰᵉʳᵉ?

Gay Geiger counter.

How many planets're you gonna get your ass stuck on? Go'on, now, git!

We used t'look at this old prewar book that had... Goddamn, just 'bout every kinda horse you could imagine. She made Chickadee for my birthday, y'now? We figured, somethin' that big'n'strong had t'mean freedom. ...Never had much chance t'see a real one up close. Chickie scares 'em off, yknow.

You're off the market, keep movin'.

I just remember that guy who sucks and the guy who ain't married.

There's more gay men here??

Yeah, y'like her? My sister Andy built her herself (and there's no hiding the pride there, not that he'd ever try), keeps 'er runnin' like a gecko on summer sand, too. Hell of a mechanic. ...You got yourself the real deal, though, I wager. Never seen more'n two... anywhere, really...

I'm surely one of 'em. Hal Faulkner, a pleasure. (He sweeps it under the fringe, of course, and takes a long sip before setting it back on the bar and reclining once again.) My ol' girl's Chickadee, and ain't nothin' like 'er in the wastes. 'Bout 500 kee-los-a... (Hang on.) ...You say 'other?'

Well, ain't you friendly? I thank ya kindly. (The bartender slides two more neat bourbons their way, and the hunter raises his glass.) Been too long since anyone 'round here showed a lil' flair - that's worth drinkin' to, I'd say.

Heh, same t'you, stranger. Ain't that thing get hot in the summer?

||I'm too lazy to do a bio for this man yet. Robot horse go brrr

Threads

||ah. can't pin both. forgot somehow.

He'd seen the flare, alright, and kept on riding along his merry way. Acts of charity didn't pay for food and oil, and flares signaled danger in the same smoking red as traps. When the drone makes its descent, he already has his revolver drawn, ready for a firefight.

Girl help they're coveting my horse

ARLO ANDAZONA. ──────────────────────────────────────── wandering cowboy, damn good tracker. rides a stolen synth horse. survivor of the rattletail massacre, biding his time to return for revenge. #falloutrp. mdni. mature themes.

Huh. Not from the stories I heard. Anyway - still ain't worth it if your posse's gonna come take it outta my hide. Folks 'round here like gossip, it'd get around.

This here's what the legend would call an 'Empire of Dirt.'

You ain't gonna hear much from me, ma'am. Can't spend a bounty if you're dead, and all.

I'd hardly stop ya from flirtin', just don't wanna give ya the wrong impression, sweetheart.

I- Well, I'm mighty flattered, miss, but I don't believe I play for your team.

I've been known t'have that effect on people.

Well, shame you can't shed more light on the situation. Lord knows I wouldn't be dumb enough t'go gun-to-gun 'gainst that Courier Six gal.

Depends. You that Courier girl they keep talkin' bout?

...Women are a strange, unknowable folk...

...Claire Salad? That's what you were gonna say?

The hell kinda name's Salbrannen anyway

Then I guess I ain't got a bounty for ya, christ...

Got a bounty out for a Clickypen.