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definitelynotadeathclaw13 · 3 years

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A Good Neighbor

@anotherisodope

Brian had been walking the wastes for a while since his initial escape. He didn’t know how long, exactly; he could keep track of days well enough, but things like weeks and years typically weren’t important enough for him to bother doing so. Even so, he knew it had been a long time since he’d gained his freedom. His former captors still hadn’t found him, and he’d managed not to get himself killed in the meantime. He had food more often than not, and drinkable water was easy to find if you were immune to radiation. In some ways, he had an easier life than most in post-apocalyptia.

And yet, he was discontent. The one thing that hadn’t changed over his long journey was the very fact that he had to continue wandering. Staying in one place for too long caused people to wonder what he was hiding beneath his robes, and if he stayed long enough for them to find out...well, things got real bad real fast. He was just too hideous, too scary. Every time someone learned what he looked like, they turned on him.

Brian was not a wanderer because he wanted to be. Brian was a wanderer because he had yet to find a place where he could settle down without scaring anyone. He wandered because it was the only way he could live as peacefully as the wasteland allowed. It didn’t matter how lonely it was, or how long it made every road seem; picking up and moving on was the only way he had to keep people from getting hurt. And so he wandered, travelling everywhere and going nowhere.

Until one day, he heard of it. Goodneighbor. A place for the drifters with no where to go. A small town with a lot of different folks. A place that accepted all kinds, regardless of background or race. They said Goodneighbor accepted anyone who would accept anyone. It was a place for those with nowhere else to go. For most, it was just one more place on the map, just one more little town in a wide wild world.

For Brian, it was near-mythical. It was his last, best hope to find a home. If he could make it there, he could finally truly rest. He could live with a sense of security and companionship he’d never known before. And who knows? Maybe, just maybe, he could simply...relax one day. Maybe in Goodneighbor, the day would come where the robe could be a thing of the past. Maybe, eventually, he wouldn’t have to spend his life ashamed of what he was.

He very pointedly did not think about what he would do if he wasn’t accepted. Even if it was stupid, he still wanted to dream.

So it was that Brian made his way to the Commonwealth. Goodneighbor was easy enough to find once you made it to the city ruins; people would point you in the right direction after asking if you were sure you wanted to go there, and after that you just had to look for the sign. Brian lumbered up to the door, checked one last time to make sure his robe was still hiding all of his deathclawness, and then carefully squeezed his way through to the other side.

#anotherisodope #fallout #fallout 4 #john hancock #fallout rp #deathclaw brian #sorry it took me so long to make this #hope to have fun rping with you!

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Brian watched the girl carefully as she began to wake up. Oh good, she wasn’t hurt. At least, she didn’t seem hurt. She was just a little groggy, which Brian understood. Waking up was hard sometimes. Granted, in Brian’s case, the guards used one of those shock sticks to wake him up if he was taking too long, but still, he got it.

When she spotted him, she touched her hips for some reason. Was it because she was scared? She smelled scared, and her eyes were wider now than they had been before she’d seen him. That might just be because she was fully awake, though; it was so hard to tell with normal people.

When she spoke, Brian discovered that this mystery girl had a nice voice. Well, nice in comparison to the other people around here, which even Brian had to admit was a really low bar. Still, she sounded nice. He watched with interest as she somehow moved those fluffy white things on her back. So she could control them! Were they tails of some kind? Did they help with balance like his did? Could she hit people with hers? It didn’t seems like it; they looked too soft to Brian to do much even if they had hit their mark.

When she told him not to eat her, Brian tilted his head slightly to the left. She really was scared. He hunched over, trying to make himself look as small as possible while still being able to stand, which...still made him pretty big, actually. But maybe he wouldn’t be quite as towering. “Hello. I am...Brian. I will not eat you. I am...friend. It is nice to meet you, Little Birdy.”

He looked at the window and door before turning his attention back to Little Birdy. “Um, I know you just woke up, but this is a bad place. There are bad men here. There is...something happening right now, so we can get out. But we should be quick, or they might find us. Can you run? Or walk? I can carry you if you want.”

To Be Free

@inthisfire-ifindrain

Brian didn’t know much, but what little he did know, he knew. He knew, for instance, that the only place he hated more than The Cage was The Table. He knew he hated every one of these people that put him in The Cage and on The Table. He knew he hated the guards. He knew he hated The Doctor. He knew he hated their “Enclave”, whatever that was.

He also knew he wasn’t alone. He had never met the other little torture victim, but he had seen her once or twice when they transferred him from The Cage to a test room or The Table. They were keeping her in some kind of big tube thingy. He didn’t know who she was, what those white fluffy-looking things on her back were, or why she was in all that green stuff, but he knew she didn’t deserve to be there. Whatever it was, it was just another Cage. Nobody deserved to be in The Cage.

The guards had just opened The Cage to lead him back to The Table when it happened. There was a loud BOOM that reverberated throughout the base, causing everyone to stumble and for the guards to raise their guns and look around in panic. It was but a moment of laxity, the barest instant where they forgot that Brian existed in the face of this new unknown threat.

A moment was all Brian needed. He grabbed the guard closest to him, lifting him off his feet (power armor and all) and using him as a club to clobber the other guard. With them both thus concussed, it was child’s play for Brian to tear off their helmets before doing the same to their heads. His claws freshly caked in blood, he quickly took off down the halls.

Free! Finally, finally free! He could finally get out of this place! No more experiments! No more Table! No more pain! But as he ran, he passed by the room with the girl in the tube, and he stopped to stare at her. He was free, but she didn’t look like she was awake in all that green stuff. She was still trapped. Saving her would slow him down, possibly get him caught, but could he leave her like this? Could he sacrifice her freedom for his?

No, he found. No he couldn’t. Brian quickly ran into the room and looked between the tube and the metal box in front of it. Brian recognized the box. What was it called again? A “Cohm Pew Tahr”? The Doctor loved the stupid things, but for once that was good; Brian knew that those weird metal boxes were somehow connected to all the other weird medal doohickeys around this place, so if he could figure out how it worked, he could probably free the girl!

He ran up to the Cohm Pew Tahr, staring at it for a moment before poking at the weird shapes in little squares attached to it. The first time he did so, nothing happened. The second time he did so, nothing happened. The third time he did so, he accidentally put too much force into it and shoved his claw straight through the square and into the thing’s guts. He howled more in surprise than in pain as a shock of electricity rain through the offending claw. He let out a frustrated roar at the Cohm Pew Tahr, grabbing the stupid box on either side and forcibly wrenching it out of its proper place before smashing it as hard as he could against the tube.

That glass tube was built for many things, but the frustrated tantrum of an angry deathclaw was not one of them. It shattered into a thousand tiny shards, all of which found their ways back to Brian as a veritable tidal wave of green goop carried them out of the tank. His skin was tough enough that he was poked and prodded instead of stabbed and sliced, but it was still pretty damn uncomfortable, and he was knocked back a couple steps from the unexpected green tide.

With that excitement over and sirens still blaring obnoxiously in the background, Brian looked up quickly to check if the newly freed female was alright.

#fallout #fallout rp #inthisfire ifindrain #adira #to be free #deathclaw brian

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Brian watched the bartender jump a little as Cass’ startled him out of his stupor hurriedly put the glass of water in front of him. “Thank you.” He said, picking up the glass with his knuckles through the robe. He brought the glass into the depths of his hood, inspecting it for a moment before tossing the whole thing in his mouth. A loud crunching sound would fill the bar as Brian devoured both the cup and and its contents. Mmmm, water. Delicious, delicious water. And glass, which wasn’t as good, but hey; Brian’s empty stomach wouldn’t complain (much). He then reached his right sleeve up to the counter and shook it, waiting until a total of 40 caps had fallen out before letting his arm return to his sides.

He then turned his attention back to the tiny lady next to him. Owed. He knew that word. It meant that somebody had done something for you and now you had to do something for them. This was a good thing. At least, he was pretty sure it was a good thing ‘cause most places with a lot of people in them worked like that. He’d also learned that when people said you owed them, they usually wanted caps...but not always.

He nodded underneath his hood. “Okay, um...” He paused for a moment as he jangled the robe pouch thing he kept his caps in (”pock het”, or whatever) and heard the tell-tale clinging of stuff. “I have caps. Or, well, I am big and strong, so I can carry things for you.” He hoped she didn’t need much more than that. Long, hard experience had taught him that he wasn’t really all that...good at other things people in the wasteland typically wanted. Well, except for killing, but he didn’t really like killing for no reason.

He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting? Oh, right! Those “In Turo Duck Shawns” things! “I am...Brian. I am...mutant. It is nice to meet you, Lady.” He held out one of the knuckles of his claws, still hidden underneath his robes, as he waited for one of the shaking of hands. Well, shaking of knuckles, but hey; there was only so much a guy Brian’s size could do, and he didn’t want to accidently stab or cut her after all.

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The Mojave wasn’t exactly the most normal of places, what with its gangs worshipping pre-war pop stars and cooking-obsessed raiders and cazadors. The outpost on the border was no exception; all sorts of people wandered in and out of the area as they travelled to and from New Vegas. Today, however, even the long term veterans of the border had to stop and stare at the massive figure in brown robes that came lumbering up that evening.

He was used to the staring. He was used to the whispering and the glances and the pointing. It was normal, he’d learned. Normal people weren’t big like him. Normal people were small, tiny, itty bitty things. So when someone bigger than them came to town, it made them nervous, made them pause, made them wonder. It made them even more nervous that he’d found a robe that was somehow too big even for him, completely covering his body from sight. He knew that better now than he had when he’d first started his wandering.

It was still uncomfortable, though. He made himself as small as his massive frame would allow as he quietly asked around for where he could get a drink, maybe some grub. He was pointed towards the bar, and with a thanks, quickly made his way out of the spotlight. He was glad the bar was out back. Meant less people, less staring.

It did mean, however, that he needed to get through the door. He ducked his head low, grimacing as much as his fangs would allow at how low he actually needed to go to keep his hood from getting caught by the frame. When he finally squeezed through, he stepped slowly to the bar, taking utmost care not to accidentally break a part of the floor. That was another thing he’d learned; if you break the floor, people get mad even if you didn’t mean to.

Once he’d arrived at the counter, he finally spoke, his words coming out in a deep and guttural growl. “Hello. Can I have…water please?”

At first, Cass’ just closed her eyes in irritation. That was a lot of noise for someone just walking through the door – you’re supposed to get drunk at the bar, not before you get to the bar. Although, she’s usually just irritated in general lately. Caravan gone, running out of caps for whiskey. Every man’s horrible attempt at hitting on her – it makes it worse still that they’re all NCR. She’s not a fan of NCR. Least of a fan of legion. Yet, she’s stuck in the Mojave.

Ugh.

Hazel eyes peer up at the large stranger. One hand wrapped around her newest glass of whiskey – paused in mid-air she was suddenly so distracted. The caravan leader finally blinks, smiles just the slightest, this simple curl to the corner of her lips. She rolls her shoulders, shakes her head – so exuberantly dramatic when she’s drinking whiskey. The shotgun strapped over her shoulder adjusts more comfortably, at least she has that. Cass whistles.

The bartender also pauses in the middle of cleaning a glass – except he doesn’t snap out of his staring contest as fast as she does. Cass’ hand reaches out, slaps the counter. “ Hey! Big Slick asked for some water over here. Damn. ” Her voice does sound irritated – the side effect of drinking whiskey. The bartender twitched, frowned, but moved to get that glass of water.

“ Now you owe me one Big Slick, ” is all she says, more quietly too. Her hand finishing it’s path to her mouth. Drinking the rest of her glass of whiskey.

#fallout #fallout rp #torntruth #rose of sharon cassidy #deathclaw brian #fallout new vegas #new arrival #rp

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A Different Friend

@lotuskissed

Brian walked up the road under the starlit sky, the cold of the Mojave night not really bothering him due to his thick skin and massive robes. The night sky was pretty, what with all the little dots up there with the great big shiny circle. The ceilings in the base had never been as pretty or as interesting. They also were a lot closer than the sky was. Why, Brian had never bumped his head against the sky! Not even once!

He was taken out of his admiration for celestial objects when he heard a loud BANG shatter the evening’s tranquility. He was right near Goodsprings, he noticed; he’d been here before. Nice town. They’d been understanding of his size and not a single one of them ever tried to look under his hood. Even their doctor was nice, and he was a doctor! Brian hadn’t even thought that was possible before coming here the first time!

He noticed a trio of men walk down from the graveyard, one of them putting one of those “gun” things back into his shirt. Brian felt his stomach lurch as he smelled the blood on the wind, and he hurried past the trio as they walked the other way down the road. He just barely noticed they seemed to be in a hurry; they probably didn’t want to have any more delays from...whatever they were doing.

When he got up to the graveyard, he saw one of the graves was freshly dug, with blood splattered across the ground next to it. Brian hurriedly dug the grave back up. He didn’t know who was in here or why they’d been shot, but Brian didn’t like seeing people hurt if he didn’t know they’d deserved it. If he could help this person, whoever they were, then that’s what he’d do. He was a good boy, and good boys don’t leave people to die.

The victim was a girl, and a quick glance showed she was still alive. Her breath was weak and getting weaker, and she was losing a lot of blood, but she was still very much not dead yet. Brian picked her up, taking great care not to cut or crush her tiny, frail human body in his claws, and ran back to Goodsprings proper. Quickly making his way to Mitchell’s house (he was too darn nice for Brian to call him the D word), the frazzled deathclaw gave the wooden door a quick headbutt. “Mitchell! Mitchell! I need help!” When the door opened, the good medical man didn’t even have time to say hello before Brian showed him the injured girl. “She is hurt! Please fix her!”

Mitchell was many things, and “professional” was thankfully one of them. Now fully awake thanks to the sudden crisis on his hands, he directed Brian to put the new patient on one of the beds. Brian gently did so before walking over and sitting down against the opposite wall, doing his best to stay out of the way as he watched the operation. He couldn’t leave until he was sure she’d be alright. Maybe it was weird that he was so frantic over a total stranger, but he couldn’t help it. He just hated people getting hurt, and he couldn’t live with the thought of being able to do something to help and then just...not.

The operation seemed to last forever and five years. The days after it ended without her waking seemed even longer. But at last, roughly 4 days after the incident, he heard Mitchell say “You’re awake! How about that? Whoa, easy there, easy! You’ve been out cold for a couple of days now. Why don’t you just relax a second? Get your bearings. Let’s see what the damage is.”

#lotuskissed #deathclaw brian #ramona antonia d'angelo #courier ramona #fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout rp #i saw that you wanted us to trim our posts #but i'm not sure how long is too long #let me know if this was alright #hope to have fun rping with you!#a different friend #rp

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To Be Free

@inthisfire-ifindrain

With that excitement over and sirens still blaring obnoxiously in the background, Brian looked up quickly to check if the newly freed female was alright.

#inthisfire ifindrain #fallout #fallout rp #deathclaw brian #adira #rp #hope this was alright #and hope to have fun with you!#to be free

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definitelynotadeathclaw13 · 3 years

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// Just a test! Reblog it if my muse can jump in your askbox without annoying the mun!

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New Arrival

@torntruth

Once he’d arrived at the counter, he finally spoke, his words coming out in a deep and guttural growl. “Hello. Can I have...water please?”

#fallout #fallout new vegas #torntruth #deathclaw brian #rose of sharon cassidy #new arrival #rp #fallout rp #hope this was alright #and hope to have fun with you!

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rescuing a kidnapped character from the antagonist + sentence starters

“ you're okay... you're okay. “

“ just... two seconds. “

“ it's me, yeah, just me. “

“ are you hurt? “

“ i killed someone. someone in their group, someone close to them. that's why i'm here. “

“ you fucking idiot... look at what happened! “

“ did he hurt you? i swear, i'll kill him... “

“ are you okay with me touching you? “

“ why did you come here alone? “ “ he said he was going to kill you. i couldn't let that happen. “

“ i'm gonna save your life, asshole. “

“ you don't understand... we can't retaliate, not unless you're willing to lose men over a war we weren't equipped to deal with in the first place. “

“ are you okay? “ “ i don't know... i don't know what he did to me. to any of them. “

“ look, nobody's killing anyone, okay? not unless we have to. “

“ they'll come for me. they'll come for all of you for trying to save me. “

“ i was ready to die. “ “ how can you say that? “ “ because you can't risk your life to save mine! “

“ no, you don't get it, somebody has to die or this will never end. “

“ we can't lose more people, we can't lose you. “

“ if something happens to me, that's on you, okay? so you better fight for your survival, and don't come running with no martyr shit because if you die, i'm going to kill ever last person in this compound until they shoot me dead. “

“ you're safe, okay? “

“ let me look, hey, let me look. “

“ i loaded that gun. “ “ and i triggered it. “

“ how can you tell me to get out of here? “ “ because if i die, then at least i know i didn't take you with me. “

“ you have to leave. “ no, no way, i'm not leaving without you. “

“ no, you're bleeding... what happened? “

“ i can't believe this is happening... i mean, are you insane? “

“ what did you do to get in here? are you in trouble? did they see you?

“ i'm so sorry. “ “ it's okay. “

“ i'm going to get you out of here, okay? “

“ nobody is going to hurt you. “ “ but — “ “ you're safe. “

“ hey, look at me, look at me. you know me. “

“ i'm gonna help you, all right, so guide me through this. “

“ hey, hey, hey, there's no need to rush... “

“ it's my responsibility... i was the one taken captive, it's not your responsibility to save me. “

“ you didn't see him... they killed that man, right in front my eyes. “

“ it's over. “ “ no, no, you don't understand... there's no remorse. none at all, they grabbed that woman, cut her head off in one clean slate. “

“ i'm so sorry. “ “ let's just get out of here. “

“ just, give her a minute. she'll come around. “

“ nobody is blaming you for what happened tonight. “

“ from here on forward, we stick together. no more running off on our own. “

“ you're not a victim. you don't have to be if you don't want to be. i sure as hell didn't. “

“ you survived tonight. regardless of what happened, you survived. “

“ we're going to kill them, okay? no excuses, no remorse. “

“ i'm gonna open the door real slow, okay? “

“ hey, hey, hey, just take your time. “

“ his head, his eyes rolled... “ “ don't. don't think about it. “

“ look, you may not be in the right shape of mind to make that type decision, but i am, and i'm telling you, in about five minutes, this whole place is going to be swarmed by heavily armed soldiers ordered to kill us, willing to take a bullet to see it through so unless you want me to throw you over my shoulders like a rag doll, i suggest you get up off your ass and start moving. “

#rp starters #fallout #fallout rp

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definitelynotadeathclaw13 · 3 years

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One More Tall Tale

Along the roads of the wastes, one will hear all kinds of peculiar stories. These tall tales are as outlandish as has ever been told, but I think one of the more out-there ones is the tale of Ol’ Brian the Wandering Deathclaw. Now I know what you’re thinkin’: “What’s there to tell? He’s a deathclaw, ain’t he? What’s this story got ‘sides murder, murder, and more murder?” Well sit right down, friend, and I’ll tell ya.

See, no one rightly knows where Ol’ Brian came from. Some say he was an experiment that ran from people that made him think all people-like. Some say he was a human once upon a time, mutated into his bestial state by the wastes themselves. Some even say that he was just born that way, that he just popped outta the egg and knew that he was more than just another dumb animal.

Either way, Brian was a deathclaw, and yeah, he could think like you and me do. They say that when he noticed how people always either screamed and ran or attacked all wild-like when they saw him, well, he thought that wasn’t no good at all. So he got himself a big ol’ brown cloak to hide himself away and keep people from gettin’ scared.

See, Brian was one peculiar ‘claw in that he was a big ol’ softy. Couldn’t bring himself to hurt a soul that didn’t hurt him first. He was also a lonely soul. Weren’t any other talkin’ ‘claws, after all, and he couldn’t talk to normal people without freakin’ ‘em out. Poor Brian couldn’t stay in one place too long without the local folks askin’ questions, but he couldn’t stay on his own or he’d just about die from loneliness.

They say Brian walks the roads of the wastes endlessly. They say he don’t even know what he’s lookin’ for, just that he’s got to keep movin’ to find it. They say he’ll stop to help those who he meets on the road if they ask for it, especially if they give ‘im some grub.

So next time you see some big, lumberin’ thing in a robe comin’ at you down the road, take a moment to think ‘fore you shoot. Sure, it might be one of them Super Mutants preparing to bash your brains in, but it might just be Ol’ Brian still tryin’ to find his place in this burnt-out world of ours.

#intro #not the best #hello all #hope to have fun with you #fallout rp #fallout #drabble

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