Nothing wrong with metal plate.

[Old man noises]

Fortune favors the bold.

Hm. One might be forgiven for thinking you give a damn.

Wh- No, [no.] I do not require a babysitter, nor must you delete me. God forbid I endure [that] introduction again...

...I did not say that.

I believe you have already noted I am no longer a citizen.

Does no one keep their eyes – or... optic devices – to themselves here

Are having a drink at the bar. And the robot is minding his own business, yes?

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

Standing at the edge of the crater and all the ashes have gone cold.

And long days and nights pass, lost in reflection, until one morning, not long after the doors open, he enters the bakery for himself, supported only by his reinforced cane. Some things were best left behind, of course, and forgotten.

This conversation is over.

What are you talking about??

THIS HELPS NOTHING

I BEG YOUR PARDON.

🧍‍♂️

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.

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."