Hi I did my makeup at 10 PM and this is what I do when I’m bored.
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Lips curled into a sharp grin as the demon viewed the acquaintance. Binary definitely seemed like the type Meg could get along with. A real kick-ass type, judging by her clothing, personality, and not to forget, her military status. If the demon could make a friend out of her, she’d certainly be able to progress further toward…
…What was Meg progressing toward? That was a bit ambiguous — even someone as determined as her didn’t exactly have a set-in-stone goal. She’d fled to the bizarre futuristic scenario in search of refuge from other demons, though she hadn’t the slightest idea as to how she would return to her own native location.
Eh, that could be figured out later. It wasn’t as if she was leaving too much behind, anyhow; she was certain the few friends she’d left behind weren’t even aware of the fact that she wan’t actually dead. The only material possession in her name was a blade scavenged from a deceased angel, which was currently in her hold.
Oh, all of that home stuff could be figured out much later. As of now, her focus would best be kept on Binary, and the rest of the foreign environment. Fun times ahead.
The look in her eyes brightened to one fascination when Binary activated a hologram of some sort. It was unlike anything the demon had yet to see — well ,save for as elements in science-ficiton films. Fine, maybe she was a creepy old demon, but at heart, she was also an avid fan of sci-fi.
“‘Never seen anything like that,” the blonde commented, perking a brow, “How fancy.”
The best part about all of this was that it was actually happening.
She was taken out of her ridiculous state of intrigue when the younger soldier held out a headset in her direction. Attention immediately snapped back to the situation, and she gladly accepted the accessory, placing it into her own head and adjusting it a little,
”Good thinking. I sure hope I look as fantastic as I feel,”
That was a bit of a lighthearted yet sarcastic statement, in spite of the undeniable graveness that laid ahead. If the going went bad and they two got separated, communication would become even more vital than it already was.
’Couldn’t very well imagine that the Wastelands would be very safe, once night fell. Even a place that appeared safe, such as a villa, could prove itself hazardous without the light of day. Meg wasn’t quite sure whether or not she would be potentially at risk, noting her demonhood, though she decided to play it safe for the current moment. At the very least, her body could get ruined, however, fleeing to a new host was not something that interested her.
After a brief pause to think things over, Meg returned her gaze to Binary, giving her a thumbs up,
”Ready whenever you are, ma’am.”
Binary gave off the slightest of purrs. She was proud of her holo, a lot of what she did with it made it personal and a lot of hard work was poured into it to keep it functioning with all of the jumps she was taking. It was surprising its global positioning didn’t get screwed over too badly before her adjustments, but the little disk kept trucking. Very very fancy, she might’ve added.
"Have to get some way of staying ahead, and this little baby is my pride and joy. Eight’s been letting me test out their proto’ gear overseas, and I did a little toying of my own." The slightest of beams prior to giving the projection a little twirl and then adding a couple of overlays.
Danger after dark, danger in the dark of communications.. a dystopian future really could harbor a whole lot of perils even before meeting its inhabitants. And with a rather comprehensive brochure on who those were, there was even more reason to avoid notice, and that was with or without light.
"I’m just as ready, we’ll probably want somewhere well-fortified enough for whatever tails we catch as well as somewhere I can get a bit of a recharge.. there are three batteries in the villa, pinpointed.." A few blips of the holo lit up in a separate, darker shade than the primary blue, then turned orange before indicating that one of the three was ‘X’d, which could probably imply a few different things. "Here and here, forgetting that one."
With one of the three dismissed, the other two looked to be in separate locales: one in a church tower, off one side of the town; and the other in a building resembling a manor. Clearly, the manor would take a little more effort in reaching, but also held the slightest bit more defensibility, judging from a few other blips that lit up when either of them focused on it. The church only added one other blip, and it was on another tower portion, with an H that could indicate either first aid or a pickup locale.
"And it looks like time might be on our side this time around." Two separate paths began to form as Binary lit up streets with the stroke of a finger and then an alternate more energetic route across rooftops and alleys.
"We’ll want to avoid these, by the way. I don’t know if any are active or not, but I wouldn’t chance it." A point to some vaguely rocket-looking things, and a more detailed image came up of a pod, a circle encapsulating a skinnier-looking version of the headcrabs off to one side and some foreign- no, now recognizable without the brief flashing- Japanese, likely giving background information. From the tube exiting the back and how it entered the ground, it was clearly more of a carrier than an explosive, although it might double as both.
"Any preference here? We have maybe an hour or two of light, with no predicted storms rolling in, and I’ve got almost a full set of clips on me. This area shouldn’t have many people still up for a firefight, so we’d probably be able to get through without much waste."
These are.. pretty.
If I made a fandomout (fandom+fallout) group, would anybody be interested?
Still wondering about this.
All of you who follow this blog; same question.
because if you have to kill somebody, you better do it fabulously
finally found dean winchester’s favorite knife
((14: Mostly in the salt mines of Lower Aperture. If you mean where do they hang out outside of the usual, then back when he was a full human, there as a lounge in town that would have scotch, cigars, and crooners.))
((25: If he hears someone quoting that thing about the lemons one more time…))
((31: He’s got a secret stash of coffee and scotch squirreled away. Several actually. Of both.))
I’m assuming that “If he hears someone quoting the lemons thing once more..” is properly ended with he’s going to blow them up. With the lemons.
"Not my fault I’m trained for intelligence gathering, is it?" Still managing a grin, the assassin shrugged a little. Technically, it wasn’t, but it isn’t like that mattered too much. "Besides, who you should look for still necessitates what division and city you’re looking at, especially in a timeframe after the fall of Seventeen."
Jack smiled at her and shook his head. “Nah. Next time just be normal instead of trying to be sneaky. We’d most likely share it with you anyways.”
The four of them looked at each other and then looked at her. “Seventeen?” Widowna said, obviously the most curious of the bunch. “What, or who, is that?”
Bee spared a tiny laugh after the question. “If you’re asking who, you’d probably be meaning Breen himself. It’s a what.” She tried to contain the blush of getting slightly caught, but it just remained there a while yet. “It’s one of the cities. I’m not certain how many there are omnes, but they’re all numbered and laid out across Earth. Seventeen used to hold the primary citadel, and linked everyone else together, but now it’s up to the individual Admins. I’m from Eight, which is probably the biggest competitor right now, backed by Eleven.”
Forgot to post this last “Villains” track in my drafts. Envy and Todd’s full theme. <3
easily my favorite song of the movie.
That was quite a bit of information to take in — not that learning about one’s surroundings was a bad thing. Though quite a bit of information to keep tab on, Binary’s descriptive explanations were nothing but helpful.
An alien takeover, for one. Such a little factor alone was still a lot to contemplate, and she was still needing to fully wrap her mind around that — feral extraterrestrial life on the prowl, some other sentient life forms taking Earth for themselves, humanity being herded like sheep into cities and having something to rebel against. That was a lot more complicated than anything she envisioned happening in the near future.
Yet, there she was, in this bizarre, alternate future.
At least she wasn’t alone — not that she was one to instantly become best friends forever with everyone she met, but the demon had already taken a liking to Binary. The taller one had been kind enough to share one of her weapons with Meg, and was generous to provide information on the surroundings, even for the blonde’s more rhetorical inquiries. Perhaps Bee would soon make a good ally; y’know, if she wasn’t the type who got easily bothered by demonic presences.
Either way, Meg would probably fit into this situation quite well. She too was a soldier of sorts; one of her specialties was adaptability, and her adaptability was the reason she’d made it so long on her own. The world in which she originated — the one filled to the brim with supernatural elements — was already filled with many of its own risks.
She was a natural rebel from Hell, going against her former colleagues once the land downstairs got a new leader. She disapproved of this leader, of course, instantaneously getting on the bad sides of thousands of demons. Took skill to survive when every other member of her kind was against her; if she could face demons, though, then aliens wouldn’t be too much of a problem.
A challenge, sure, but not a majorly shocking difference in her danger-filled life.
Meg paused for a moment to do a double-take of her surroundings, glance directing back toward Binary, when the survey was over,
”Wow. I’m really in for an adventure, aren’t I? This is going to be fun.”
The fact that people couldn’t have babies up until recently was also noteworthy — took care of the (nonexistent) concern about children running around in the street. Eh, never was much of a kid person to begin with.
“Can’t really picture any little ones scrambling around in a place like this, anyway. Good to know, though — I’ll make sure to avoid them if I see any.”
Her statement was accompanied by a smirk and a quirk of a brow,
“So, you’re on the big guys’ side, then?” an inquiry accompanied by a head tilt, “Convenient — it would explain the uniform, too.
You do seem like the brave soldier type — I like you, already.”
An actual smile now sought development on the rather young soldier’s face. Wasn’t exactly every day that somebody she met appealed to her less-deadly side, and the occasional compliment didn’t hurt, per se; but keeping a smile locked away under the all-clear circumstances was a little easier than stomping on a headcrab mid-jump.
Even if the concerns of children were nonexistant, it was plenty fine to check off that little item ahead of time: a gap between the areas of three to fifteen at the very least. Bee was seventeen herself, and couldn’t remember anyone reported that was born much further away from herself than that. Those would have been the units protected for specialized training in the Union, as well—anybody else likely would have been terminated upon discovery.
The taller soldier would check off the area once more prior to securing her helmet and gear. No use sticking around and shooting the shit while daylight was wasting with the rest of them. Though the villa was quiet for the moment, silence was never just a peaceful sound, and nightfall would likely bring unwelcome visitors even more cover, and considering the reported shelling of the area, staying out wouldn’t be the most advisable option.
Sun would only be good for a couple hours more, if that, and she wasn’t getting a pickup any time soon.
"It’ll certainly be a hell of a time. Lets just hope our triggers stay true."
Something practically inconspicuous, the assassin shrugged lightly and nodded an acknowledgment prior to picking up again with that grin intact. “You haven’t seen anything yet, but I feel we’ll get along just fine. I have a feeling you’ll like this next part, but regardless we should be getting some shelter before anything else.” No sense in furthering talk about the little people, after all.
The soldier went into a half-kneel and brought her pack out around her shoulder, holding it up with one arm while using the other to pick through. She removed a small headset that looked like it could probably fit easier than a headband, then a disk about as small as a compact disk but with a rise where in the disk would usually be a hole. She tapped the disk a pair of times and practically whispered “on” in its direction, welcoming an interactive-looking transparent and three-dimensional map of the local area. Some words in foreign-looking language appeared briefly in its peripheral before being dismissed, and Binary just muttered out a “Duh, of course.” before holding out the headset.
"Go ahead and wear this, that way we can maintain radio contact even if we get split up." Little explanation for the holo, but plenty for the headset.
The pack was dropped to the floor and Binary regained some posture as she looked around the map and then zoomed outwards slightly with a vocal clicking alongside hand movements with the holo.
"Well, looks like I’ve got a few choices out here. We won’t make it to much anywhere else prior to nightfall, so the best course is probably sticking to this place until next morning. After that there’s either the closest identified rebel base or City Sixty."
He sighs as he takes off his armor, left in his underwear, and heads under the covers as he warms up, closing his eyes. “…that was a beautiful face…”, he muttered to himself.
”..whatever.” She wouldn’t be able to piece that together now, obviously enough. Brain being dismissive and sleep cycle beginning.. maybe her dreams would aid her.
He blushes at her beautiful face and nods. “Yeah. See you in the AM” He heads off.
She shakes what hair she had out and makes her way into the guest room via her best guess, nodding him off. All she did to prepare for sleep other than removing her headgear was setting aside all but a knife and sealing her pack. It was only when she actually touched down on the sheets that she considered his blushing.
”..curious.” Probably one of the less-productive vices, talking to one’s self. “I.. didn’t do anything.” People are weird.