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Post by Robot on Sept 6, 2016 15:29:24 GMT
"Almost spot on, there wasn't any protesting from Amber, Bunnie, or Christine cause they didn't know what Kat was planning. I ran interference so if one of'em ended up coming around at the wrong time it didn't make my life hell." Cecil shook his head, eyes lazily rolling to one side, but he was clearly starting to relax with the slightly more flirtatious mood the conversation was taking. "Can't please everyone though, Kat's been giving me the eye since. Think she can do the honors when it comes time to put Annie down? She wanted it really bad..."
Trailing off for a brief moment, the greaser digested their little exchange for a moment, spindly fingers cradling his chin as those dark eyes became momentarily distant. "Yeah, I guess playing the angles is part of walking topside. How's a Vaulter get to be guard captain at the only city we've seen for miles? Guess the matching jumpsuits must've given it away when we got here, good on you to not ask where 316 is. Can I get your number?" The boy asked charmingly.
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Post by Slytherclaw on Sept 8, 2016 0:06:36 GMT
Amber settles in to wait quietly, assuming a quick visit for clothing. She's barely paying attention, at first, caught up in thoughts about bases and solutions and appropriate housing units, when she hears Bunnie's voice start to crack. Her eyes are wide, her shoulders stiff with intense discomfort as Bunnie breaks down. She pales with horror at the story, and her gaze darts around the room not dissimilar to a prey animal trying to find an escape.
She's glad, when Christine breaks the silence, because there is nothing on this strangely green earth that would have made her speak up first. She barely knows how to handle normal emotional flaffing, let alone serious trauma--so she nods in agreement with Christine and gazes intensely at the woman who opened this can of worms, trying to convery 'FIX THIS' with her eyes.
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Post by Lockdown on Sept 10, 2016 17:11:13 GMT
Cindy's eyes get wider and wider as Bunnie relays what happened to her. As the girl finally winds down, tears streaming down her cheeks, Cindy sniffles, an expersion of compassionate sympathy on her face. "Oh my stars, you poor dear. I'd heard some rumors... but to know that's... oh you must have been so scared." She takes a moment to visibly compose herself, before smiling at Bunnie. "But you're still here hun. You survived, you escaped, and you're determined to keep the memory of your friend alive. You are s much stronger than you seem to think. I've heard of others, that managed to escape as well. None of them were able to keep themselves together as well as you seem to have." She nods firmly, coming to a decision of some kind. "Right then, I'm going to help you put together an ensemble to tell the world "I'm a survivor, nothing you can do to me will break me!" then go back out there and show those bastards how badly they've screwed up!" Cindy's eyes are practically glowing as she builds the scenario in her head.
Calming down slightly, she rubs Bunnie's shoulder in a calming gesture, offering a handkerchief for her to use. "You've got some wonderful friends here darling, and I'm sure that your mon are all sorry as well. What they did was... not normal. Given a chance they're likely to want to make things up to you." Backing away again, she pulls out a sketchbook filled with designs. "Now let's give you a brand new look!"
The commander quirks an eyebrow, looking amused, and slightly flattered. "My number eh? Hmm... One, sixty... eight." She smirks at Cecil. "As to how I got to be the commander of the guard here, it's because I showed I had the skills the city needed after I arrived here with the caravan I'd joined as a guard when I left my home Vault. So I was recruited, worked my way up the ranks, learned that politics is the same no matter where in the Wastes you go..." she sighs a little. "And yes, the jumpsuits were a bit of a giveaway, though to be honest with the way you and Bunnie were dressed when you arrived, there were some rumors that you were a fledgling brothel caravan going around." She smirks at Cecil.
"As for things with Annie... if she was as bad as you make her out to be, then it'll come out in interrogation. Worst comes to worst, I'm willing to let Kat put her down, if she wants to be the one to do it. And I highly suggest you either talk to your companions, or have them talk to a guard about this nonsense of sparing Raider's lives. While there's the occasional turnaround, most will simply take it as a slight, or just use the opportunity to stab you in your sleep... or drag one of you off to... well there are any number of things they could do that are worse than death, to any of your group." There's no note of teasing in her voice as she says this, looking Cecil intently in the eyes.
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Post by David Hilm on Sept 11, 2016 14:25:53 GMT
Bunnie goes over the clothing designs with Cindy. Putting her mind to work with something she knows seems to cheer her up a bit. The only thing Bunnie specifically requests is a jacket similar to the one she has on currently. She knows Kat is gonna want this one back before too long, but she had grown accustomed to the comfort and feel of protection having one offered her in the last day. Not to mention how effective it had been in hiding her new gun.
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Post by Robot on Sept 11, 2016 17:48:50 GMT
Cecil's expression fell a little when she mentioned forcing Christine and Amber to confront the truth, and even more when the Captain suggested Bunnie being part of a brothel caravan. "We already tried having that talk with them, bout how the rules in the vault where the Overseer was the final say and had a group of people that support and care ain't the way. Can't afford showing too much weakness, and we're already on a straight shot for conflict." Cecil uncrossed his legs, and sat up straight.
"This is in confidence, and don't leave this room." Cecil glances over his shoulder towards the door. "'Pparently Annie's gang dealt with an Elementalist at some point, Marissa explained it a bit to me. Hadn't said where, just that the guy had plants growing through 'em. What's more, they were sittin' right on top of another vault and didn't know it. One Sixteen. Don't know if the two were connected, but we're poking our noses in. After the Gene Children took Bunnie, I ain't havin none of that shit wandering around if I can help it. What we've found so far's a bit disturbing, so if you got anything on why a vault wasn't just a hole in the ground for people to hide, that'd help a bit."
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Post by DataNinja on Sept 11, 2016 18:21:54 GMT
Christine doesn't really know what to say, so she just lets Cindy take the lead. The surface woman and her interests seem to be doing more good for Bunnie than anything that Christine can think of saying or doing right now... though, she now wants to make sure to run that full diagnostic more than ever. But that's not something to bring up right now, she knows.
In the meantime, she looks around, trying to take in all of what Cindy was doing up here. It's not something that she'd really thought about before, so it was probably worth looking around at.
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Post by Slytherclaw on Sept 12, 2016 12:25:45 GMT
Amber sits back with Christine and feels a bit of vague wonder that clothes are able to actually help. It's sort of amazing that people care about clothes more than like...the number of pockets and their ability to keep you warm. She guesses she can see the appeal if she tries, but huddles into her lovely reliable jumpsuit all the same.
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Post by Lockdown on Sept 13, 2016 22:13:21 GMT
Cindy eventually stands Bunnie up on a platform in front of a trio of cobbled-together mirrors, and begins pinning fabric together, stopping every now and then to compare color swatches to the younger girl's skin, or asking about different materials and how they feel. Eventually an outfit begins to emerge, long tight pants, a midriff-baring shirt that clings similarly to a vault jumpsuit, and over that a loose black jacket of a light material that feels like nothing that Bunnie's ever worn before. The color scheme is shades of pastel blue and earthy brown, with the jacket providing an excellent contrast as it's pieced together. Cindy then begins to ask Bunnie if there's anything that pinches, is too tight, too lose, how many pockets she wants on the ensemble, a whole barrage of questions really. When it's done however, Bunnie has a brand new set of clothing, complete with accessories offered by Cindy. Picture this in blue and brown tones, with a black leather jacket over it. Once the ensemble is complete, Cindy divests Bunnie of the pieces, and sets to work with a will to actually sew the clothing together. "Please darlings, feel free to look around for a bit, it'll take a while to finish this, I should have it done tonight barring any interruptions." She's also loaned Bunnie another set of clothing to wear around town until her new outfit is complete, easily sizing it to fit the younger girl. "And if you ladies like, I could make something for all of you as well... though I'm afraid I will need some recompense for my services. Say about a thousand caps per outfit?"
When Cecil admits that they'd found a vault, the Commander really takes notice. "You didn't open it at all, did you?" She looks at Cecil intently. "Vaults are... strange. Some of them seem to have been fairly straightforward, but others... not many Vaults survived the Cataclysym, or the years afterwards. There's plenty of lost tech in em, sure, but more often than not, scavvers who try for one don't come back. Or if they do... well you've seen what can happen. The Machoke girl in our tavern was a scavver who thought she'd gotten a line on a vault way to the north-west. Came back in a ball as part of a caravan's stock." She sighs, rubbing her forehead. "Not that I can't stop you investigating it, but please, be as careful as possible. I've never heard for sure, but a lot of hearsay is that the Vaults... they weren't meant as the salvation that Vault-tec made them seem like. Experiments, strange living conditions... even some people emerging from them like the elementalist that your captive described." She gets up, pacing slightly before wandering around the desk, coming to a stop behind Cecil. "Speaking of, you're going to have to leave her here for at least a couple days for a proper interrogation. She'll be well taken care of though, I promise." She cards a hand through Cecil's hair in a joking manner. "By the way Cecil..." the hand tightens in his hair, pulling his head back to look her in the face. "If Kat gets hurt... I will be very upset, and I will take my frustrations out on you. She's very dear to me, so please, watch out for her. Okay?" She pats his cheek fondly with her free hand before releasing her grip. ƭƾƻDŽŶljƾƻŶǂƻNJŶƽDžƂŶƾƻLjŶƾƷDŽƺŶƾƷƺŶljǂƿNJƾƻLjƻƺŶƺDžǍDŽŶNJƾƻŶƸƷƹǁŶDžƼŶǏDžNjLjŶDŽƻƹǁƂŶDŽƷƿǂljŶLjƷǁƿDŽƽŶǂƿƽƾNJǂǏŶƷǂDžDŽƽŶǏDžNjLjŶljƹƷǂdžƄƒƸLjƔè
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Post by DataNinja on Sept 14, 2016 2:42:34 GMT
Christine thinks on Cindy's offer. Well, it would probably do to try and blend in more, but... "Much as I might like to consider it," she says, "I'm afraid I can't take you up on that right now. Perhaps in the future, when I actually have some money, I'll come back here. But, thank you for the offer. Right now the pressing need is just to get an outfit for Bunnie. And we really do appreciate your generosity with that."
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Post by Lockdown on Sept 14, 2016 2:49:25 GMT
Cindy taps her cheek with a thimble-covered finger, before indicating the skin that Miss Maples is still toting around. "Well darling, I'm always open to bartering. I could make something quite daring and primal out of that skin once it's been tanned properly."
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Post by DataNinja on Sept 14, 2016 2:57:20 GMT
"I'll have to talk to Cecil later about that," she replies, nodding. "I'm pretty sure that he laid claim on that. I'll see about bringing him by when we come back later tonight. I couldn't in good conscience trade away something that isn't mine. I'm sure you understand."
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Post by Lockdown on Sept 14, 2016 3:13:26 GMT
Cindy nods in understanding. "Well darling, I look forward to seeing you all again, and with Cecil in tow as well."
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Post by Robot on Sept 14, 2016 10:50:13 GMT
Cecil ran his tongue along the inside of his lower jaw as Emila released his head, regarding her coolly. The dull lasting ache across his scalp called attention to the fact that he might need to choose his next words carefully. The greaser had never had a woman get that kind of rough with him before, and most certainly would've had an intense spike in his temper before the brief stint associating with Vault 116's tech.
"Emila you and I, we don't know each other so well, so I'll let it go this time. I don't do this handsy flirting shit without going all the way." Cecil indicated where she'd gripped his hair with a coy tone, then settled into a position with his elbows resting on his knees, slouched forward, hands clasped in front of him. "I'll look after Kat, she's got survival at heart and far as I'm concerned is the best lifeline we got up here. Joe Vargas? I didn't give a fuck about Joe Vargas, man was useless. For some stupid ass reason, now that he's gone, I care. Imagine the surface will beat that outta me someday."
Sitting up and back, he braced a palm against his thigh. "Told her I wasn't going to throw her away, been making political plays to keep her around so I can fulfill that promise. She's a bit rough around the edges, and they might not be smart plays... but. Kat told us, she likes that we look at her like she's people, like she isn't broken or different. I'm gonna hold onto that, if nothing else from the vaults, that those of us that are just a little fucked up are still people." His eyes were intense as he locked stares with her.
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Post by Slytherclaw on Sept 14, 2016 12:21:49 GMT
Amber stares at the woman offering clothing dubiously. She purses her lips, looks down at her lovely jumpsuit with its ridiculous amounts of pockets, and then at Bunnie in her new outfit. It's certainly...nice, she supposes, and there are a few good pockets, but there's that peek of skin around her middle that doesn't seem very useful and...well, it looks nice, but Amber shakes her head, not seeing the appeal. Maybe if something happens to the jumpsuit?
Although, she muses as she follows Christine out, it would be nice to be able to use the bathroom without having to shuck down to her undershirt. "Where next?" She asks.
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Post by David Hilm on Sept 14, 2016 17:01:27 GMT
Bunnie smiles and wipes a stray tear from her eye.
"Thank you, Cindy. I know you barely know us, and don't owe us a damn thing. But this is an amazingly nice gesture you've given me. I'll pay you back somehow, I promise."
Bunnie nods to Christy and Amber so they can go about until Cindy is done with the outfit.
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Post by DataNinja on Sept 14, 2016 17:31:33 GMT
"So," Christine turns to the others, as they headed out, "I was thinking of stopping by Scrimshaw's. It seems likely, being a historian, that he'd have some information on... well, various things up here. Especially, if we're lucky, some stuff on the Pokémon. Is that fine?" She pauses, before continuing. "Oh, uh, also, is there anything that you guys want to do, or need to pick up, or something?"
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Post by David Hilm on Sept 14, 2016 18:03:46 GMT
Bunnie shakes her head.
"I'm good with whatever sweety. I'm following you two's lead at this point."
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Post by Slytherclaw on Sept 15, 2016 14:09:46 GMT
Amber tilts her head, thinks for a moment, then shrugs. "Nothing of priority," She says, "I'm fine hitting the historian's."
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Post by Lockdown on Sept 15, 2016 19:29:09 GMT
It takes a bit of asking to clarify the directions Cecil had given the girls for Scrimshaw's place, but eventually they find themselves in front of a solidly built two-story edifice that's melded perfectly with the exterior wall. While the lower floor's windows have bars installed into the rock and steel that makes up the building, the upper floors have metal shutters instead that are currently open. The front door is a masterfully carved piece of work showing scenes of people fleeing strangely shaped beings, explosions and finally creating encampments and even cities in detailed pictographs. The handle for the door knocker is some kind of serpentine creature shown twisting and curling in the sky above it all. After you knock, there's some movement within before the door opens a crack. "Can I help you ladies?" The old man on the other side is rail-thin, with a thick fringe of white hair surrounding a bald spot, dressed in a house robe, pants, and slippers. He pauses and peers closer at you all, focusing on Amber and Christine specifically before sighing slightly. "Lemme guess, friends of that punk that came by a couple days ago? Awful lot of you coming up out of the ground lately," he muses to himself.
Emilia looks more amused than anything else by Cecil's declaration. She lets him finish, studying the teen with a hooded gaze, before smiling. "I see. I will admit, after hearing... certain things from Cindy, I was a bit curious about your intentions towards my... well I might as well call her my foster daughter. It seems I owe you an apology. You're honestly trying to make sure that she has a place with your group, and I admire that." Her expression has dropped from the vaguely predatory one she'd just worn to a warmer visage. She chuckls lightly as she returns to her desk. "As for your declaration about "handsy flirting" while you're certainly cute, I don't think that you've got the stamina to be as fun as you think you'd be. Maybe in a few years." She opens up a file in a clear dismissal. "I'll see about getting a runner sent to you when the time comes to finish interrogating the captives." Clearly the conversation is over for now.
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Post by DataNinja on Sept 15, 2016 19:51:35 GMT
When they eventually make it to Scrimshaw's place, Christine is impressed. There was noting even close to this in the Vault, or in the raider hideout. At least, not that she'd noticed... looking up still wasn't the easiest thing to do, but this building warranted it.
After approaching the edifice, and someone - presumably Scrimshaw, seeing as how Cecil hadn't mentioned anyone else - opens the door, Christine steps forwards. "Punk? Oh... uh, would that be Cecil?" Hmm... I don't know if it's a good thing or not if we were to be associated with him... hopefully not a bad thing, at least. I don't really know what he got up to on his little... excursion. He did mentioned that Scrimshaw guessed we were from the Vaults, and has dealt with them before... so, there's probably not really any avoiding it, anyways.
After a moment, she answers, "Uh, yes, we're travelling with him. He mentioned that you're a historian, so, uh, I was wondering if there's a chance that we might be able to look through some of your Archives. Seeing as how there's quite a bit that we don't know around here... especially concerning the Pokémon and Pokérus. I want to make sure none of us falls prey to it."
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