|| Little disclaimer: I'm a night shift worker, so I tend to be on at odd times. I swear I'm active, it just looks like I'm awake when everyone else is asleep. RIP.
Successfully arriving at Diamond City she heads for the vendors. The Mr.Handy bot was her favorite customer. He’ll buy most of her junk and have the healing items she needs. Good trades made the scavenging worth it in the end. #falloutrp
@NCRmechanic || To be fair, I had abandoned this account for almost a year too. The fandom was small at the time, so it's no surprise that it kinda died so quickly.
Maybe some activity will bring people back.
#Falloutrp#fallout4#roleplaying
Whistling brightly as she made her way down the road toward Diamond City. A bag of junk over her shoulder and bandages wrapped around her left arm and leg. Bruises on her face but a pleasant grin. Today had been a good day for scavenging.
A big grin and she nods. "It's nice to win every now and then. If I can find the core where I think I last saw it, I should be back in a few days. Maybe find something good stuff." She tosses a wave over her shoulder before heading out back to the wastes she prefers.
She laughed again, the smile sticking around longer this time. "Duct tape won't fix it I'm guessing? Shame. But I can maybe find weapons for you. Skirts are always dropping them. Raiders too. Fix and sell again? Do you do that? Probably better money then broken relationships."
A grin and shrug as she shoulders her bag again. "I'll see about fusion cores. Maybe we can talk some more if I make it back?" Her fingers double-check that her repaired pistol at at her back again. "Thank you. Less lonely knowing my backup is there."
A quick cough and she shakes her head. "No. Good. Just was thinking. Happens, you know? When alone a long time? You get lost in your own head and forget how to talk to others. I can go though." She gestures toward the door in case he forgot where it was. "Probably bothering."
Covering the twisted smile with a hand, she looks to the side toward the door. "Good. Stay safe. Breaks things, you know? It's how she was lost. But it's also ... not too bad. Once you're used to it. Once you get used to the smell. The sound. Not so bad. Best to be safe though."
Pride saturates her voice as she pets the shotgun. "Was. Yes. Me and another got out. I like hunting raiders. Revenge. Always fun." The smile on her face is darker now, less pleasant. "Revenge is fun. Good. Always recommend."
Nodding as she grins, her fingers trace over the wooden butt for her beloved weapon. “Used it to free me. Now it’s mine and he’s dead. Shotgun for my temper too. Less fun for others.”
She laughed! The act felt so weird to her, and so loud but she couldn't help it! "Name! I forgot! I'm sorry! It's Sava. Short and easy to yell. Sometimes it's Shotgun but not as often."
Blinking a few times she gives a big smile. "Makes sense! NCR does pay best for scavenge... Those skirt-shits are just targets. Avoid them is hard. all over the place... Good ammo source though. If you're quiet. And quick."
Less confused but still concerned, she leaned down to whisper to him. "If you need out, let me know. I got enough to break a few free. Just gotta be good at running. How I got out the last time."
Confused she looks at him for shackles or something. “Permission? So... slave or? Took out some raiders once. Got the slaves free. Can free you maybe. More here though...” the tapping on her shotgun is faster now while she thought about what would be needed. “Much harder...”
Thinking about that she looks at his door as if planning what was outside. Her eyes narrow a little before looking back at him. “I could maybe find somewhere less. A few good spots. Not far. Camp and see the waste at night. Gets cold but the stars are pretty.”
Another look around and she shrugs. “Inside. Safe. Dry. Fewer rads. Fewer things trying to eat you.” Another grin, maybe a little unhinged but she’s trying to be social. “Not alone. Seems likely a nice dump.”
Tilting her head a little a small grin tugs at her lips. “Well I’m for hire. You wanna go out and see the waste? Lemme know. I’m always out. Lots to see. Always people that need what I find.” Fingertips dance across the shotgun again. “Always something fun. Never dull.”