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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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The choice (1c/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-16 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)Ghouls who entered the bar discussed her progress, loudly which Charon believed they did so he could hear them.
Even though the majority of residents witnessed Charon carry the wounded girl the stories that circulated hid his single act of kindness
"How brave was Quinn to save her !"
"Quinn carried her in."
Underworld had grouped to protect Charon. Azrukhal was none the wiser that he had acted out of contract.
Her injury was mostly superficial and with the assistance of stimpacks it healed quickly. However, according to the residents Emmy was a vault dweller and with her limited immune system she had contracted an infection during the healing process.
Charon wouldn't have needed the local gossip to tell him this when she walked in to bar. She was thinner than before. Quickly scanning her he judges that she is no where near the weight that he had carried. Looking at her clean he notices just how young she is, how fragile.
She walks slowly to the bar and orders a nuka cola, sighing softly as the cold reaches her feverish finger tips.
Azrukhal murmurs something Charon can't hear and Emmy returns with a fake but highly convincing laugh. She then surprised Charon by sitting at the table nearest to him.
"Hi." She practically whispers.
Charon grunts fully aware of Azrukhals judging eyes. Emmy looks behind her noticing him too and frowns.
"Can I not talk to him ?" She calls.
"Now why would you want to do that my dear ?"
"I just do" She states with a small blush.
"He's guarding. Don't disturb him."
Emmys' mouth forms a small o and her eyebrows rise. Turning back to her drink she picks at the label with a frown.
Charon can tell she's judging her next move but clearly decides against action as she sits quietly and sips her cola. When she rises to leave she stares at Charon dead on.
"Hey. Can you tell Quinn that I really appreciate what he did." Her voice is soft and her hidden meaning is clear.
He nods slightly looking at another wall disguising the gesture.
"Thank you Charon."
This sentence is more clear, more pronounced than before. She is trying to get her sincerity across. She leaves without another word leaving Charon to think over the words.
Azrukhal strolls over to collect her bottle whistling as he picks it up he stops whistling and his face turns serious in realisation.
"How does she know your name ?"
The choice (1d/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-16 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)"She asked."
"When?"
"When she got injured."
"And she thought it was just appropriate to ask your name ? When Quinn brought her in... Who brought her in ? Tell me. That's an order."
Charon groans internally knowing that Azrukhal will find the act a disobedience.
"I did."
Azrukhal slowly raises his head towards Charon and glares. Charon waits for the discipline, for the violence but it never comes. Instead he returns to his bar like nothing happened and Charon continues his duties.
For a while Charon is fooled into believing that maybe Azrukhal cared about the girls well being. Apparently she was the one from the radio, people would care if she died. Then the bar closed.
"Charon come here."
Charon headed to the bar feeling every joint click and pop from lack of movement.
"You knew the rules. When you're ordered out of the bar you are to return as soon as your task is completed."
Charon stayed stone faced and gave no reply.
"Was the girl part of your task ?"
"No."
"So you acted out of contract.... If I let you away with it." Azruhkhal spat "You'll do it again and again until you think you're free to do whatever you wish and you know what Charon ?"
Charon remained silent as ever.
"That isn't your right." His words were venomous and spoken slowly. "Say it."
"Free will is not my right." Charon spoke blandly, like the trained soldier he was.
Azrukhal pulled out a 10mm he kept under the bar and walked to stand in front of Charon. Charon guessing his plan spoke up.
"Violence on your half invalidates the contract."
"It's not on my half. Take it."
Charon automatically took it off the bartender.
"Hold it to your temple."
Charon furiously thought to find a loop hole there was none. His contract was worth an extraordinary amount of dollars, it had never been exchanged by caps yet. The trainers did not think anyone would waste their money like this. So as obedient as ever Charon held the gun to his head.
Azhrukhal gave an evil smirk.
"Shoot."
Click.
Re: The choice (1d/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-16 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)