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“Just a quick question,” he said, looking serious for the first time all morning. “Have you discussed your Brotherhood… issue with anyone else?”
‘Don’t feel flattered or anything, but just you.” Veronica stared him down, shrugging as much as the heavy sack across her shoulder would allow. “It’s been eating at me for a bit but, y’know, it’s not something I can really shout out from the rooftops.” She sighed a little and smiled wanly. “This probably doesn’t mean anything to you. Feel free to forget about it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He paused, wondering if there was a way to say I know exactly what you’re going through without explicitly saying as such. “Just promise me you’ll be careful who you decide to discuss this with. You might want to keep it well out of Boone’s attention. I much prefer you without a decorative pattern of bullet holes.”
She gave an indelicate half-snort, half-laugh. “Oh, trust me, I won’t. He’s already bailed me up and given me the third degree, starting with grilling me about where I got my hat.”
“And?”
She affected a cartoonish simper, a note perfect imitation of the fey maidens he’d seen in holotapes when he was a little boy. “'Oh sir, but I am a poor scavenger!’ He doesn’t need to know any more than that.”
The elevator door wheezed open and they awkwardly shuffled into the tiny space, heavy bags at their feet. He bumped her shoulder with his in a silent gesture of solidarity and she bumped him back.
‘I’ll be careful, Big Brother Arcade.” She reached past him to push the button for the suites before leaning back against the smoky mirrored wall and wolfishly grinning at his reflection. “So. Power fists and gauss rifles, huh? We need to work on this analogy over some coffee.”
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I went through the Veronica fic tags and pulled out lots of little nods to her filled stories. If you think something sounds like a lampshade to your fill, then it most likely is :D
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BRB LOLLIN FOREVER
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I've been hoping someone would tackle something with these two *_* and hooray again, this was a really fun read.
I really dig the way you write Veronica :3 The only issue I see is that you don't do it enough. tsk!
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Veronica is goddamn hard, mang. Like, this ain't no finely crafted tale or anything - it's been tapped out on a phone through a series of airports, so that's kinda to be expected! - but I totally missed the mark on her voice. I need that character primer and I need it now D:
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I don't think you missed the mark, honestly :V I could still hear the lines pretty well.
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and whenever you least expect it: a wild booncade appears~
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You wrote Arcade and Veronica very well, and it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside, A!Anon!
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