Ellen nods. "It happened yesterday. People said if you pick one it lets you turn into that thing for a few days. It goes away after that and you turn back into yourself again."
She indicates the Deathclaw. "Those are huge. Fifteen feet long, claws like this-" She's not carrying one right now, but she indicates something at least as long as her hand from wrist to fingertip. "They slashed my combat armor all to pieces. If there hadn't been a dead woman nearby in power armor I'd've been in a very bad way."
Talking to Castiel the other night helped a lot with some of the background tension that was making it impossible to get through a sentence without halting or stammering. Some of that is still there, but... it's easier now.
She bites her lip. "Yeesh." Sativa thinks that warrants a comforting hand on Ellen's shoulder.
She examines the beast. "Now that I think about it, this sounds like one of the things my grandfather described in his journals. Taller than any man, skin tougher than any armor." It gets mentioned one or two times.
"Well, it's not my idea of a first choice... picking my nose could be deadly."
Ellen smiles a little, both at the hand and at the comment. "They don't have very big noses, either," she says. "At least the ones I've seen don't. I'm surprised they can breathe while they're eating. Maybe they hold their breath, I don't know... How about the others? I don't think I recognize them."
She shrugs. "Probably. It's what I do." Oxygen just takes up valuable eating space.
"Well, that one looks like a cat, so I guess that's what it is..." Obviously. She looks at the second form, which somehow gives off a vibe off stylish ass-kickery. "I don't know about that one, but it's still more than what we wear back in Arroyo."
She points to the one with the diving helmet. "That doesn't look like any armor you've seen? It looks like it comes with an arm blade."
The box-thing gets a long, hard stare. "...I'm going to guess that's a robot."
"I think I saw a drawing like that once- the armor, I mean," Ellen says. "It's... I think you're supposed to wear it under water. But I don't see a breathing tube." Silly rabbit. SCUBA is for people who live in a much more sensible world.
"It might be. I can't tell. It doesn't really look like any robot I know."
"Hmm. There is a lake outside," Sativa ponders. It might be fun to go exploring down there if the whole breathing situation isn't a major concern. "Any idea what that's for?" she asks, pointing at the tank on its back.
"Just look at that face," she remarks of the probably-a-robot. "And the arms. It has many arms." For shooting many crossbows.
"I... don't know," Ellen admits. "Maybe that's where the breathing hose is. I bet that sticks up so that it can bring down air from above the water. Or something."
The probably-a-robot gets a dubious look. "I've never met a robot that had more than three," she says. "I"m not sure how that even works. It doesn't have enough eyes to aim them all."
A change is good and all, but maybe it's a good idea for a first-timer to try something that has more-or-less the same number of limbs as they started with.
Ellen nods. "Probably. Still... the smartest robot I know is probably Wadsworth, the Mr. Handy who came with my house, and he's not really all that equipped to deal with much outside of being a butler."
Androids don't count. There's a difference in Ellen's book between synthetic humans and robots. Robots are built to be... you know, robots. Androids are built to be close enough to human that you can't tell the difference. All the comics and the old vids say so.
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"Have you a bunch of these things pop up in front of you?" she asks, motioning to the windows.
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She indicates the Deathclaw. "Those are huge. Fifteen feet long, claws like this-" She's not carrying one right now, but she indicates something at least as long as her hand from wrist to fingertip. "They slashed my combat armor all to pieces. If there hadn't been a dead woman nearby in power armor I'd've been in a very bad way."
Talking to Castiel the other night helped a lot with some of the background tension that was making it impossible to get through a sentence without halting or stammering. Some of that is still there, but... it's easier now.
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She examines the beast. "Now that I think about it, this sounds like one of the things my grandfather described in his journals. Taller than any man, skin tougher than any armor." It gets mentioned one or two times.
"Well, it's not my idea of a first choice... picking my nose could be deadly."
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"Well, that one looks like a cat, so I guess that's what it is..." Obviously. She looks at the second form, which somehow gives off a vibe off stylish ass-kickery. "I don't know about that one, but it's still more than what we wear back in Arroyo."
She points to the one with the diving helmet. "That doesn't look like any armor you've seen? It looks like it comes with an arm blade."
The box-thing gets a long, hard stare. "...I'm going to guess that's a robot."
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"It might be. I can't tell. It doesn't really look like any robot I know."
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"Just look at that face," she remarks of the probably-a-robot. "And the arms. It has many arms." For shooting many crossbows.
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The probably-a-robot gets a dubious look. "I've never met a robot that had more than three," she says. "I"m not sure how that even works. It doesn't have enough eyes to aim them all."
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She clucks her tongue thoughtfully.
"I guess they'd have some way of sorting it out."
A change is good and all, but maybe it's a good idea for a first-timer to try something that has more-or-less the same number of limbs as they started with.
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Androids don't count. There's a difference in Ellen's book between synthetic humans and robots. Robots are built to be... you know, robots. Androids are built to be close enough to human that you can't tell the difference. All the comics and the old vids say so.
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