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(Anonymous) 2012-01-04 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)“Again with the echo, yes I killed her!” Rico suddenly snapped, turning his head so he could get a good look at Arcade, “What? Are you going to yell at me? Call me monster or something?”
“We just killed about a dozen rangers,” Arcade said with no small amount of sarcasm, “I think we'd be hypocrites calling anyone a monster for one death.”
Almost done with the stitch, just tie and... done. Rico sensed he was done and retrieved his shirt. Arcade picked up the gray-blue duster that had been draped over a stiffening corpse. The red patterns drew the doctor's attention. He'd never really looked at his companion's back during their week traveling, what with it being occupied by a sword the whole time. Come to think of it, he didn't really know Rico at all.
On a whim he grasped the duster by the shoulders and unfurled it. Arcade's gut tightened.
The Legion bull, cast in red paint. A flat 'X' slashed under it in more red.
“Rico” the doctor said hoping that this was just a fashion choice and not what he thought it was, “What is this?”
“A gift from a friend,” Rico hoped that answer would be enough, but he knew better. Arcade was smart, perceptive, traits that would let him blow any lie Rico had right out of the water.
“Would this friend be a frumentarius by any chance?”
How did he know? Lucky guess maybe, “Actually, yes.”
Arcade tossed the garment at Rico, “Are you a friend of the Legion?”
Rico sighed, “Yes.”
It all made sense now; the preference for melee weapons, the swearing off alcohol, the hit squad of rangers.
“So this entire time you didn't think to mention that you've aligned yourself with a band of pillaging slavers?”
Now it was Rico's turn to snap back, “What did you expect me to do huh? Just waltz right up to you after my surgery and say 'Hi, my name's Rico! I answer to the Son of Mars!'” More bitterly he added, “And you don't think I know what they are? You think after this is all over I'll be able to live with myself?”
Arcade rolled his head, “Then don't! Kiss the NCR's ass or something, hell, take over yourself!”
“The NCR hate me, Arcade. And I don't have the skills to run an entire nation by myself! I couldn't even keep my last companion from turning on me!”