If she ever strung more than a few words together, it was for her people’s sake. "... fresh wounds, damaged nerves… .ᐣ "

bathed in the golden light, the general’s honey eyes softened slightly. healing magic… something like that could’ve helped her back in Quincy. but she wouldn’t spiral again—not over all the things she 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 done but didn’t.

" that… actually heals .ᐣ to what extent .ᐣ "

" I've seen many strange things, but nothing like that. " right now, she missed the rifle in her hands. the wasteland teaches you never to trust anyone. and those powers seemed dangerous.

" well, back then, before the war, we had refrigerators. Those could create ice. how… do you do it .ᐣ "

" and it’s been far too long since anyone called me that. "

to the world, she was the General—too accustomed to functioning within hierarchies, perhaps. lost in thought, until she… noticed what his hands were doing.

" ... please tell me you’re 𝗻𝗼𝘁 radioactive. "

the general’s lips twitched a little, and she looked away exhaling softly through her nose—the closest thing to a laugh one would ever hear from her.

" all my jokes are good. though, for now, only you and my daughter seem to find them amusing. "

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⠀ not me replying to rp four months later (sorry I had a meltdown, got a new job and a construction site to oversee )

she leaned on the bar, cheek resting on gloved her hand.

" 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦—𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 " she whispered the word, raising her eyebrows.

" sorry, I just have water. "

The House Always Wins Robert Edwin House: A Fallout Muse

"You are the first person to step foot inside the Lucky 38 in over 200 years. It was not an invitation I made lightly."

always38wins.carrd.co

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⠀ forgot how to english (again) but I should be active again from now on

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I LIVE

you build walls , and in the end , you’re the only one inside .

ㅤㅤㅤ . 　 * ✵ 　 　 ✦
ㅤㅤ · ✦ 　. *
ㅤ 　. · ·
ㅤㅤ 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍.ᐣ
ㅤㅤㅤ . · * * · .
ㅤ ㅤ ·　ㅤ　 · ✧ ·

ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴋᴀʏ,
ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ɪ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ

𓄂 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒐𝒏.

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⠀
doomed adoptive parent. that's it. it's just a whole different type of hurt and I love it.

" Torden... never heard that one before. you've got some serious canines there, Torden. "

yes, she had noticed them when he smiled — pointed at them with the hand that was holding her cigar.

" I have a joke for you... what do you call a dog who meditates .ᐣ "

" that’s a good one, I’ll tell it my daughter, she’ll love it. " 𝘰𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵.

" my name is Kala, by the way. "

no sound escapes from her, but her lips stretch into a smile that creases the crow’s feet around her eyes, and her shoulders tremble just sligjttly.

that is perhaps the closest thing to laughter one will hear from her.

—

" don't know... why couldn't he .ᐣ "

the sharp lines of the woman's face softened, but only slightly, forming the shadow of a smile on her lips.

𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 — someone who followed her jokes, besides her daughter.

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⠀ I'm sorry, Kala has divorced dad vibes

" well... have you heard about that man whose entire left side exploded .ᐣ "

the general's face is too serious to be joking — but that's just the way she is. she takes a drag, pulls the cigarette away from her lips, and taps it lightly over the ashtray.

" I've heard he's alright now. "

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the general sat at the counter, legs stretched out in front of her. a cigar was clenched between her teeth as she scanned the room with a look of mild boredom.

" hey. " she finally said to the first poor fool who wandered up beside her. " wanna hear a joke .ᐣ "

you're my favorite parasite — no... ringworms my favorite parasite , you're my second favorite parasite . I lied . . . ringworm , then rats with the plague , then you .

" hmmm... I smell nicotine in the air. "

“By steel or by brass, I will bring a new dawn to the darkness.”

Joanna Weatherby, last scion of House Weatherby. Former mercenary, paladin, and champion of Lady Alicia Scarlett, Archfey of the Hunt.

a person is holding their hands over their head with smoke coming out of it . ALT: a person is holding their hands over their head with smoke coming out of it .

“𝔻𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖, 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦”

Jonathan Nikolai. Ex-Cop. Diner Owner. Tired Dad. Psychokinetic Telepath

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