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Mar. 14th, 2012 10:13 amThe door opens on a vista of rocky landscape punctuated here and there by yellowed, rough-edged grass and low, scrubby brush. There's a hint of coolness on the breeze in the otherwise warming air, and a scent of distant rain. "We are," Fawkes rumbles, "some hours' distance from the Citadel. We're likely to stop at the town of Megaton first, and then make for the Arlington route the rest of the way."
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Date: 2012-03-30 04:20 pm (UTC)He points to a narrow catwalk running around the interior of the walls. Specifically, to a man on the catwalk, leaning forward to peer through a small hole.
"The walls are guarded by men and women with guns. They have the high ground, and can strike at any enemy that's stupid enough to come within their range, as long as they see them first."
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Date: 2012-03-30 04:39 pm (UTC)She understands now, looking up and watching the walls.
"Humans defending themselves." She'll get used to it. Rigth now, her own ignorance amuses her.
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Date: 2012-03-30 04:53 pm (UTC)He indicates a two-storey structure off to the left, the first house inside the walls. "That's my friend's home," he says, "and where I stay when I'm here. The man who runs this town, Sheriff Simms, lives in that house across the way. I had planned to retrieve some extra supplies before continuing on to Arlington. Is there anything you might need?"
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Date: 2012-03-30 05:07 pm (UTC)"No, I ate and slept before departing. We'll get what you need."
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Date: 2012-03-30 05:10 pm (UTC)As Fawkes unlocks the door to the Megaton house, a tinny, electronic-sounding voice with a faint, movie-derived English accent announces, "Good day, sir! And welcome back." Teresa may notice, as she steps through the door, that the voice appears to be coming from a floating thing of metal limbs and glowing parts. "How may I be of service this afternoon?"
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Date: 2012-03-30 05:39 pm (UTC)"This is your friend?"
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Date: 2012-03-30 05:56 pm (UTC)"Whereas I," the machine announces, "am named Wadsworth. I am a Mr. Handy robot, built for household maintenance and daily care. I keep the place tidy while Mistress is away, among other duties."
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Date: 2012-03-30 06:11 pm (UTC)It doesn't matter to her.
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Date: 2012-03-30 06:19 pm (UTC)"Very good, sir!" Wadsworth announces- the robot is, it seems, incapable of speaking in anything but an announcement tone. "Will you require anything else?"
"Radio the Citadel and tell them I'm bringing a companion with me," says Fawkes. "She's a fighter from outside the Capital area, and she wants to volunteer."
"Indeed," says Wadsworth. "Very well, then."
With that, the robot floats up the metal stairs that run along one wall of the house. Fawkes takes the opportunity to step over to the lockers against the far wall and start looking through them. "There are some things," he says, "that you may want to recognize before we go any further. I believe my friend has some of them here. They may be dangerous- even to you."
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Date: 2012-03-30 06:20 pm (UTC)Now that sounds interesting - something dangerous to her. "What are they?"
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Date: 2012-03-30 06:32 pm (UTC)He turns around, his arms full, and begins laying things out on a nearby picnic table salvaged from some scenic area. Someone from a world more modern than Teresa's would know them as guns. Someone with more specialized knowledge might well be excused blanching, because this is at most a house of two residents and there are more weapons here, and of greater caliber, than two people can reasonably use.
"All of these," he says, "are different kinds of gun. The smaller ones may be fired one-handed, and only put a few bullets in the air at a time. They pose less danger at a distance than the rest, but they're very common. These-" He indicates a slightly larger weapon of about the same muzzle bore, but squarer design and greater bulk. "Fire bullets of about the same size and weight, but are faster, and can quickly fill the air with many bullets. Not for long, you understand, but in many battles speed is enough to end things in a few seconds. These larger ones are assault rifles, and are often carried by the others of my kind. They do more damage, and can fire more rounds at a time. Some of them fire bullets designed to pierce through armor."
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Date: 2012-03-30 06:53 pm (UTC)And she suggests out loud, "you're right. One of those - bullets? - could hurt me if it hit me in the wrong place."
But the person would have to have good aim. "If I see one, I will take out the bearer first."
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Date: 2012-03-30 06:58 pm (UTC)He lays down an oval of metal about the size of a fist, and several round, flat objects a bit smaller than dishes.
"This is a grenade," he says, pointing to the first one. "If you pull this part out, here, and then release this handle, it will explode soon after. Most people pull the pin and throw the grenade at their target. These are mines; they will explode with great force if they're active and you come too close. Some of them produce more force and a wider blast radius than others. It's best to avoid them entirely, if you don't know how to inactivate them."
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Date: 2012-03-30 07:00 pm (UTC)So, she sees someone throwing something, she cuts their hand off first. She avoids the round flat things.
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Date: 2012-03-30 07:04 pm (UTC)"There are other weapons as well, ones that produce cones of fire, but I suspect you can escape those more easily than just about anyone else in the world. I won't bore you with them."
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Date: 2012-03-30 07:08 pm (UTC)"Does this ting burn a large area at once?"
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Date: 2012-03-30 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-30 07:23 pm (UTC)She can move faster than someone holding that, if she needs to.
"Anything else?"
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Date: 2012-03-30 07:46 pm (UTC)There's a noise like the clearing of a throat from behind them. Wadsworth must've been programmed with that sound clip long ago, because the robot hasn't got a throat. What it does have is a stack of small objects marked with various emblems and warnings. "Your electron charge packs, sir," the robot says. "Use them in good health."
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Date: 2012-03-30 08:02 pm (UTC)"Thank you for showing me," she says. "It will be useful."
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Date: 2012-04-03 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-03 05:39 pm (UTC)"You travel a lot?" she asks. She noticed he didn't live here. And it occurs to her that most people do have a home.
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Date: 2012-04-03 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-03 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-03 06:28 pm (UTC)He'd smile, if that face of his were capable.
"One place is much like any other, when you can move about freely. It hardly matters where I spend the night."
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