Primarily for the Fallout Ask Blog and RP Community, but all are welcome!
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
“C’mon now… There isn’t a computer I couldn’t fix and a mind I couldn’t soothe. Sit down. Have some water. I’ll make sure you’re treated kindly, because no one deserves to be broken down.”
((Heya guys. AU holiday is hitting at this blog as well. For the next 48 hours Larissa will be human, sweaters, flesh, and all.
Go ahead and interact with this lovely girl as much as you please!))
The Fiend is unprepared and is quickly riddled with bullets. She barely has time to hit the ground before she dies.[Ares raises his Thompson and starts firing away at Bumble.]
Crassus Brutus, loyal soldier of the Legion.
I have done terrible things.
Everything done in the service of Caesar is justified, but sometimes I think I am being punished.
I had a wife once, but the profligates took her from me. Now she is dead.
And I do not think the Fates are done with me.
She wanders wastes bearing parcel and letter. Precious words of many who beg for them to be delivered. The girl in green she takes up her bag and she walks along with burnt scarf and face. She speaks softly and carries upon her the weight of fire and horror. She is green and blue and gold and her name is Hanne.
((For the next 48 hours Hanne is her fairy tale wasteland AU counterpart! Keep in mind Hanne is a part of an original story and not one of Grimm origins. When she is in this state her delusions of other people in the wasteland become even more whimsical and may even be tied to those gruesome stories we have all heard growing up.
So please, ask the girl in green some questions but be wary of how she may answer.))
((OOC: Hey kiddos! This is the last day of fairy tale!Hanne. So if you wanna talk to her you got until midnight to send a message!))
LATER:
Wait a minute
((DR. ISAAC ))
Jared, a Fiend boy who looks to be no older than 9 and is familiar with the heroic tales of knights written during pre-war days. That is why he calls himself Sir Jared, and wears a pot upon his head. Raven feathers have been tied to the handle to form a makeshift plume, and a ratty, blue blanket is tied over his shoulders. Pants meant for someone larger than he is are cinched to his waist with a belt, while mismatched sneakers protect his feet from the harsh ground. The only real armor he sports are a pair of spiked bracers.
((APRIL FOOLS’ DAY!!!!
Starting now, and lasting until tomorrow night (like, when I go to bed), Layla will be Bumble the Fiend! I probably won’t be doing anything Layla related during that time (I’ll make it clear if I change my mind, however). Fee free to send asks or interact with this half-crazed, drugged up (somewhat promiscuous) fiend as you see fit!
Oh, and for clarification: This will be Layla if she’d turned Fiend not long after coming to the Mojave. So no one should have really known her as Layla Granville.))
“We ain’t a pair of some dames you can just push around. Now lets negotiate how you’re gonna put your shit down, turn around, and fuckin crawl back into that hole you came from.”
((Heya lovely people! It’s AU day and time has turned back so that you can all interact with Iliana and Naomi when they were a mere 20 and 19 years old for the next 48 hours.
Keep in mind Naomi is fully aware of her family and origins and Iliana is not as friendly as her 24 year old self.
Send in questions and asks and enjoy the odd couple of the Mojave in their younger years.))
