God help us all...

A strange place to find himself - but a bar is a bar no matter how different the city around it may be.

The Brotherhood squadron, his brothers and sisters in steel... never came for him. At best, he could wonder if the recent influx of Legionaires had deterred their search. At worst... It matters not. They have not radioed. They have not found him. They [will not] find him. He holds no delusions.

I'll be honest I didn't even realize there was a jail I kind of blacked out when I saw him

Can I just say I got a bit distracted walking into the cell because damn that knight is DAYUM.

But the people here... whisper. They speak of impossibilities, and God help them, he believes each one, for he has been witness to enough from one woman alone, and from the man who saved them all that day, seemingly unknown to the town.

Are you going to lay down and die, or are you going to fight for everything you're worth?

The Brotherhood squadron, his brothers and sisters in steel... never came for him. At best, he could wonder if the recent influx of Legionaires had deterred their search. At worst... It matters not. They have not radioed. They have not found him. They [will not] find him. He holds no delusions.

I never wanted to leave you behind.

"Blood of Christ is a core tenant of the faith, yes. ...Have I been drinking?"

"Whatever happened to a good, old-fashioned hammer?"

"CLIVE KEEP THAT RACKET DOWN!"

(This settlement might as well take his fucking knife, too, why not. That first thought is grumbling exhaustion. His second urges him to huff to his feet and take his cane in hand, following after it.) Very funny Stealth Boy use. I thought you'd departed, Deacon.

"I could swear, that knife was [just here...]"

Is Clive still a ████ ████ that ████

Does the lady sell alcohol? [Strong] alcohol?

Hmph. My caps are on the young lady.

What a shame that you have no voice in such a decision.

𝙊𝙐𝙏𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂. ͏͏͏ ⠀͏͏͏ ⠀* TEMP PINNED ͏͏͏ ⠀͏͏͏ ⠀* Danse, post-Blind Betrayal ͏͏͏ ⠀͏͏͏ ⠀* MDNI, multiship, MVRP- and OC-friendly ͏͏͏ ⠀͏͏͏ ⠀* FC: David Gandy ͏͏͏ ⠀͏͏͏ ⠀* TWs: Violence | Depression | Drug Mentions | Self-Harm ͏͏͏ ⠀͏͏͏ ⠀* Writer: Endy, 21+, busy little healthcare bee ͏͏͏ ⠀

....Would that I had my armor...

He has been, for all points and purposes, MIA for the better part of two months. He wonders if his Paladin has sent out a search party yet.

"I will gladly do so. Do summon me if you program yourself an original wisecrack."

"Forgive my lowly opinion, but [you] do not appear to have run anything in some time."

"Does he do anything beyond ramble in his strange little home?"

[There's] a reclamation order he'd relish.

"What an old windbag..."

ㅤ 𝑳𝑼𝑪𝒀 "𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑻" 𝑴𝑨𝑪𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑵. wastelanderino & your new best friend. #falloutrp ㅤ

||...why aren't there gatling lasers attached to the prydwyn

>:)

Finally, an ally.

"Oddly, I had not mentioned a name..."

"He should be behind bars."

||Similar to Sunder, because I made more of my accounts when he chose to start moving here. I... don't think I wrote more than three replies on twitter once I made my move here, because every time I went over I just felt like garbage and got distracted in elon's bloat.

Staring at the retreating back of their engineer....

"He did change. He then murdered his brother-in-arms in cold blood."

"...But I thank you. That you cared to try, matters."

"Nothing at hand in this moment. Without my armor, or a replacement, I cannot stand against the tide. Do not worry yourself, there are others who need your aid far more than I, and my bygone days of glory."

"Clive. ...When they reach our door... [if] they reach our door... there is little I can offer. Standing guard and stopping a lone actor were the limits of my current ability. And I failed even in that."

There is... little he can offer now. His eyes too far gone to watch the road, hands too clumsy and without the education to offer aid. He looks across the clearing at the shell of his armor. There is no regret, but...

"...No offense intended."

He intercepts @tiruml.bsky.social en route to @unlikelysun.bsky.social. More specifically, the younger man intercepts him, given how much faster he moves. He huffs softly. "Both of them now. So much for that approach."

He sighs.

He falls.

Men really do exist and cause problems. In a good way.

This is, however, a kind balm upon a difficult day for him.

He hasn't blushed so brightly in a long time.

"Prisoners will keep their hand to themselves."

His hand barely comes up in time to catch it, and the force of it tugs at his grasp before settling. What a curious thing... With the support of his cane, he positions himself under the man's remaining arm and slowly, by inches, hefts him to his feet. The pair slowly make their way inside.