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hadriel2017-02-28 09:01 am
manofmettle) wrote in hadriel2017-02-28 09:01 am
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Danse here.
Firstly, thanks are in order to the person who wrote that introduction pamphlet for newcomers. It offered enough to give most of us a brief but broad overview of what's going on here.
However, and I would like to stress that I mean no offence to the person who took the time and effort to write that newcomer's guide, I'd still like to learn more about the history of this city. I've seen the murals on the Colosseum walls; they're vivid, but I'd like a more detailed record of past events.
If anyone's willing to share what they know, please respond to this post. Thank you.
Firstly, thanks are in order to the person who wrote that introduction pamphlet for newcomers. It offered enough to give most of us a brief but broad overview of what's going on here.
However, and I would like to stress that I mean no offence to the person who took the time and effort to write that newcomer's guide, I'd still like to learn more about the history of this city. I've seen the murals on the Colosseum walls; they're vivid, but I'd like a more detailed record of past events.
If anyone's willing to share what they know, please respond to this post. Thank you.
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Nora put up a strong face. But Danse knew she regretted the death that her choices had caused. Vault-Tec had pushed the angel from the Vault into the deepest pits of Hell, and not even she could emerge untainted by the violence that marked the land.
And that regret had been eating her alive.
No wonder she found another's shoulder to cry on, another's embrace to fall into. Danse just simply couldn't give her the support she needed. He didn't want to give her that support. She was his saviour, and he would always owe his life to her. But he doesn't think he has it in him to ever forgive her for betraying the Brotherhood.
He ponders a response. He should give one. Words unsaid in the deafening silence as she gazed wretchedly at him, her face wet with tears, eyes filled with desperation. He knows he's mixing the people up. He knows that Nora isn't this person. But if he couldn't say them to Nora, then at least he could say them to someone else that's in a slightly similar position.]
I don't agree with what you did. It was a gamble with too high stakes. But I don't hold your choice against you either. If no one else could figure out a way home, then you did what you thought you had to do.
[Brotherhood, Railroad, Institute. Danse, Deacon or Shaun. Lover, Companion or Son. There were no right choices for Nora. Of course, you can't compare apples to oranges. This person could have chosen to wait and work together with others instead of using her powers irresponsibly. That fault and guilt should stick with them, always. It's only right that it does.
But this person is more than a bad choice. Danse would like to think that like Nora, they have their heart in the right place.]
It's heartless for me to say this, but I'm glad that you at least seem to regret that people died. It means that you care, in some way or form.
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And I do care. [ A lot more than she gives away. She may not care if someone agrees with her actions but she does care what happens to them because of those actions. ] Most people wouldn't believe that, though. I'm usually heartless, careless, a bitch, or that kid with too much power. [ Her nose starts to sting, a signal of oncoming tears. She wipes at her eyes quickly. It's her own fault people think these things of her, she knows that, but it still kind of hurts. Then again, people have thought those things about her all her life.
The witch. The demon. The bitch. She should be used to it by now. ]