SINCLAIR — !
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SINCLAIR — !
@fugitivius.bsky.social
JUST TELL ME I’M GOOD.
Pinned
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ BLOOD IS ON YOUR
⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 AS WELL
⠀ ⠀⠀ AS YOUR 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒.
they lied. they’re pursuing that synth.
October 23, 2024 at 5:39 AM
oh, okay! i can get some more things if you ever want to trade.

i do have some food.
that's okay, just curious!
oh, uh — i think the ncr needs to pull out of nevada. i haven’t heard any rumors recently, other than something about the surgeon in diamond city killing people. i have a pistol, if you want it.
October 23, 2024 at 5:39 AM
oh, uh — i think the ncr needs to pull out of nevada. i haven’t heard any rumors recently, other than something about the surgeon in diamond city killing people. i have a pistol, if you want it.
what are your thoughts on the NCR? any rumors around town? anything to trade?
oh thank god :)
October 23, 2024 at 5:35 AM
it’s not like sinclair is going to actively pursue her.

it’s not exactly their goal to chase anyone down anymore. they hardly think anything of her at all, really. no real recollection of her being something to pursue, anyway.

so, they settle on letting her go.
It's not as if she's given voice to the cause of her fear, though they may well guess it. That would be... a problem, actually, but she didn't stop to think about that before fleeing.

She hasn't given voice to anything at all, at least within the walls of her altered memories.
“oh.”

soft — more or less defeated. frankly, courser is a loose way to describe it. formerly, maybe, but hardly a threat unless prompted anymore.
October 23, 2024 at 5:24 AM
oh thank god :)
i do.
you should want to be my friend instead.
October 23, 2024 at 5:20 AM
everyone is so mean to me 💔
October 23, 2024 at 5:16 AM
as long as their head stays in tact, they can probably manage. still, their hands are away from a weapon. they don’t actually mean any harm.
Each step closer and a knife slides a little more out of a sheath at their side. The knife consisted of three blades, intertwined to form a single point - a jagdkommando, meant to stab the victim in a way that prevented it from being easily treated, and capable of punching through kevlar.
their face is equally expressionless. they don’t break eye contact, instead step closer. slowly but surely.
October 23, 2024 at 5:16 AM
“oh.”

soft — more or less defeated. frankly, courser is a loose way to describe it. formerly, maybe, but hardly a threat unless prompted anymore.
A Courser's curiosity is the last thing she needs. It's not like they need to be armed, either.

She signs, palm face up, and the side of the other hand cutting across it: STOP.

And she turns and quickly strides away.
. . . settlement?

their expression shifts to visibly be more curious. they really don’t mean any harm — they’re not even armed.
October 23, 2024 at 5:15 AM
. . . settlement?

their expression shifts to visibly be more curious. they really don’t mean any harm — they’re not even armed.
She's about two seconds from booking it. That might at least give the settlement a chance at survival.

Why the hell were [two] of them after her?!
in their defense, they haven’t fully determined if she’s a threat. inching closer.
October 23, 2024 at 5:09 AM
in their defense, they haven’t fully determined if she’s a threat. inching closer.
Soft as sheep's wool on a wolf.
aw, did they scare her?

gaze softens some. expression does, too.
October 23, 2024 at 5:05 AM
aw, did they scare her?

gaze softens some. expression does, too.
DON'T LIKE THAT.
fuck it. she’s getting stared at too.
October 23, 2024 at 5:04 AM
their face is equally expressionless. they don’t break eye contact, instead step closer. slowly but surely.
The skull mask and white lenses ensure that there is nothing of the identity beneath the mask to see. They do not smile, only hold their gaze, and they would do so until something else distracted them or the other looked away.
finally, turning. staring back. their eyes show little indication of life. they stare right back, with equal intensity.
October 23, 2024 at 5:03 AM
fuck it. she’s getting stared at too.
Watching the watcher, unsure if she is watching the watched while watching.
October 23, 2024 at 5:02 AM
finally, turning. staring back. their eyes show little indication of life. they stare right back, with equal intensity.
The gaze boring through the skull mask was incessant, as if by it alone they could bore through their head.
they can feel the gaze. on attention, but not looking yet.
October 23, 2024 at 4:58 AM
they can feel the gaze. on attention, but not looking yet.
Watching them watch the settlement from a distance. Silently.
October 23, 2024 at 4:56 AM
watching from a distance. silent.
October 23, 2024 at 4:53 AM
cleaning off their shotgun. sigh. the commonwealth seems to be as shit as ever.
October 21, 2024 at 8:13 PM
/ also this is a starter call
October 21, 2024 at 12:46 AM
i’m never leaving my cave again.
October 21, 2024 at 12:26 AM
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ BLOOD IS ON YOUR
⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 AS WELL
⠀ ⠀⠀ AS YOUR 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒.
October 21, 2024 at 12:22 AM