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Of Gauss Rifles and Power Fists [1c/4]

[anonymous]

Arcade blinked. "I'd say you could've launched into that with a little more skirting around the issue. Maybe made a couple of sideways jokes about it. It’s barely past seven, you could've spun this out for hours."

She caught his arm and dragged him to a halt. "I'm serious. What would you do?"

"I would suggest that you pick a more congenial spot to unburden yourself. There's a man urinating on that car and it's not adding to the confessional experience." He pushed up his glasses a little, pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. "So I'm going to take a flying leap of logic and guess this isn't some hypothetical you're teasing me with."

When she hesitantly nodded, Arcade did exactly what he felt the situation warranted: he gave a Gaelic shrug, said well, can't pick your family and made to keep walking through Freeside.

If you were going to rank Secret Affiliations With Dubious Organisations on a scale of benign to terrible, Arcade was reasonably confident that being born and bred Enclave outranked being a disenfranchised member of the Brotherhood of Steel. One might've destroyed a lot of gold, upset an entire economy and otherwise been somewhat of a dangerous nuisance, but the other one had FEV-based mass genocidal plans in their agitprop playbook. That trumped just about everything short of Veronica confessing to pushing the Big Red Button herself 200 years ago.

"I don't think you quite got the full flavour," she said, darting in front of him to turn on her heel and walk backwards. "Brotherhood of Steel. Technolust. Fading into irrelevancy in holes in the ground all over the Core Region."

Arcade shrugged again and patted the beaten and worn plasma pistol on his hip. "Are you planning on mugging me for this?"

She frowned. "Of course not."

"Then I don't care." He gently steered her around an obstacle before she tripped over it. Her disbelieving look indicated that she suspected Arcade actually felt otherwise about her unexpected revelation.
"Honestly. Abeunt studia in mores, right? Excuse the Latin, you can berate me for it later. We are not the sum total of our backgrounds. Unless I wake up in the middle of the night with you pressing that nightmarish fist thing of yours to my throat and demanding access to my gauss rifle, I'm going to continue to be completely blasé about it."

Re: Of Gauss Rifles and Power Fists [1c/4]

[anonymous]

"I would suggest that you pick a more congenial spot to unburden yourself. There's a man urinating on that car and it's not adding to the confessional experience."

Fucking LOL. I love the way you write Arcade. Never stop. :D

Re: Of Gauss Rifles and Power Fists [1c/4]

[anonymous]

I promise I won't :D