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Follow The Leader (1a/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-07 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)Other A!A: Oh god, anon, your fill had me in stitches! "One could also argue that we are a stratocratic society, particularly with those NCR fuckers parked so close that they're almost up our collective asses and forcing us into the untenable position of maintaining a warlike state, but it's probably neither here nor there." That right there, that is brilliance. I’m in love with your courier, too. He’s so cute, with his ego. And you're absolutely right:
It’s multifill time~
Characters: M!Courier, Arcade Gannon, Cook-Cook, Violet, Driver Nephi, Random Fiends
Summary: There’s a new sheriff in Fiend Town, and he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing.
Duncan was never a big fan of politics. He was a bit of a wallflower, bookish and had a deep fondness for studying Mojave flora. He did not do well with large groups, he had no leadership qualities and he most certainly did not have any interest in leading a large group.
This was why, with his luck, he was surrounded by Fiends who were all staring at him with the same unbridled admiration in their eyes while he held the bleeding head of their previous leader. He had thought at first that they would attack him, and he and Arcade would die here, just for trying to get some extra caps.
But they all stood there and looked at the two of them. He was still holding Motor-Runner’s head, and Arcade was holding his plasma defender as if he was unsure of whether or not to actually start attacking the enemies in front of them.
And suddenly, one spoke up. A woman close to the front of the pack, pale skin, a mess of blue hair tied into a bun atop her head, and wearing nothing but a bikini that might have been made from the bumper of a Corvega. “So, uh, which one of you killed ‘im?”
Duncan looked to Arcade. It wasn’t as if he was going to pin the blame on the older man, he just really needed some counsel in this. Unfortunately, Arcade could only offer him a blank stare behind black-rimmed glasses, and Duncan sighed, deciding that at least the doctor could get out alive. “It was me. I killed Motor-Runner. I killed your leader!”
He had only been so dramatic about it because he figured they would make some pretty famous last words, but the drugged out crowd didn’t shoot him down afterwards. It was awkward. He and Arcade stood cornered, nowhere to run, and all the Fiends did was look at them. “So is this guy a friend of yours or something?” The woman spoke again, and when she moved her head, the light flickered over her eyes in a way so that he could see just how small her pupils were.
How was she still standing? She looked like she was blasted off her ass.
“Yeah…” Duncan answered, not too sure if he had just signed a death wish for Arcade as well. He’d feel pretty bad if he did, but hey, not much that could be done now anyways. The older man didn’t seem too troubled by it, so he assumed that the crew would be going down with the ship on this one.
More unfortunate silence, and then suddenly someone shrieked.
Duncan closed his eyes and waited patiently for someone to stab him in the face, but nothing. The shriek turned into many shrieks, and it took him some time to piece together that they were actually cheers. (It was difficult to tell, since at least half of the people in the room probably didn’t know what they sounded like.)
He endured it for another minute and promptly lost his shit when they started singing “For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow”. Since when did Fiends sing? And for that matter, since when did Fiends sing well? Today, apparently.
Duncan turned back to look at his companion. The doctor was in worse shape than he was. The man stood eyes wide and mouth slightly opened, just staring at the drugged raiders as if they had just told him that the Enclave was back and kicking, and that he was going to be the new leader.
Follow The Leader (1b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-07 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, well speaking of leaders…
Duncan was pretty sure he had a small heart attack at that moment, which wasn’t healthy, especially since these people would only try to fix him with chems. “And since the new boss said you’re his friend, I guess that makes you second in command, doesn’t it Specs?” Arcade, or ‘Specs’ as he was now being called, had completely given up on trying to not look like a fish, and was now openly gaping at her.
The woman didn’t think too much of it, and looped her wiry arms through his and Arcades and led them through the still cheering Fiends, who had parted like the sea just to let them through.
The majority of them stayed behind to continue cheering, but two in particular had left the crowd to follow them to wherever the woman was leading them. These two were men, one almost as small as Duncan was and the other was roughly the size of the Lucky 38.
Okay, so he was exaggerating. But the guy was huge.
They walked down a few hallways without conversation, before they were led to a room that was… surprisingly neat, considering who lived in this vault.
“This used to be Motor’s place, but I guess it’s yours now, boss-man. I hope you guys don’t mind sharing a bed until Brick here gets lucid enough to pull another one in. I bet you’re tired after all that work!” The woman was cheery now, and in the brighter lights of the room he could actually see her pupils. They were still terrifyingly small in comparison to the large, ice blue color of her irises.
The woman noticed him staring and laughed. “Don’t even bother. I was born with ‘em this small. My dad always said it was because my eyes were so light. It’s why I stay down here—I can’t handle the Mojave sun.”
So wait, she wasn't on drugs then?
“Um, sorry to break up the party, but who exactly are you?” Arcade finally spoke for the first time in what seemed like hours. The man was done gaping, and his plasma defender was safely back on his hip. If he thought the Fiends were safe enough for that then they were probably in for one hell of a day.
The woman gasped sharply and smacked herself on the forehead. “Oh, I’m an idiot! I’m so sorry, my name is Quick-Pin; I’m the head scout here! You can just call me Quick, or Pin, or just by my full name if you’d like.” Quick-Pin gave a bright smile, and surprisingly clean teeth beamed back at them. She turned to face the other men. “Brick is the big guy, by the way. He’s our doctor. And that is Tomahawk. He’s the scribe.” The men nodded at them, Brick with a serious face. Tomahawk with a mischievous grin.
Seriously? They had a scribe? A scribe? He tried very hard not to laugh at the thought when Tomahawk spoke up. “What is your name, brunette, so I can document you as the new leader?”
Duncan didn’t like being referred to as ‘brunette’ so he mumbled his name quietly, and after thinking about it, introduced Arcade as well.
“Ah. Alright then. Duncan and Arcade. Well, please relax for now; we’ll get to work on preparing your position, Duncan.” He and Quick-Pin left together, and Brick surveyed them for another moment before leaving as well.
Follow The Leader (1c/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-07 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)“I have no clue, Arc, I just killed their leader and now they’re all like ‘Hey, you’re with us now!’ I don’t like this any more than you do! I just want to go home…” Duncan tried very hard not to get teary eyed over the situation. He could only subject Arcade to so much of his awkward companionship, and he was sure that he had reached the tears quota when they had found those dead NCR members that were on their way with supplies to Forlorn Hope.
Arcade sighed and sat on the bed. “Okay. It’s no big deal. We’ve just become the de-facto leaders of a chem abusing raiding party. There a plenty of things that can go right with this. Plenty.”
Duncan didn’t want to rain on the parade, so instead of pointing out that, no, there wasn’t much that could go right at all, he sat next to him. “They have a scribe, Arcade…”
“Yes. Nothing could possibly go wrong since they have a scribe.”
(A!A apologizes for her horrible habit of turning oneshots into multi-chapter fills. @_@ I was aiming for your instant gratification, I swear!)
Re: Follow The Leader (1c/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-07 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)"Yes. Nothing could possibly go wrong since they have a scribe."
Perfect. I love it!
Re: Follow The Leader (1c/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-09 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)Yes yes yes!!!
Re: Follow The Leader (1c/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-10 06:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: Follow The Leader (1c/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-12 12:49 am (UTC)(link)Follow The Leader (2a/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-14 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)Duncan always thought it was interesting to wake up in the morning when he traveled with Arcade. Usually the Followers doctor would be doing something nice, like making breakfast or taking count of their medical supplies. This, however, was one of those days that he would have rather woken up alone.
Lights glowed orange behind his eyelids, which was irritating since they hadn’t been there a moment ago. He was vaguely aware of pressure around his waist, and the bed was a lot smaller than it had looked, and the sheets didn’t cover his arm. He cracked his eyes open just to see what exactly was going on around him.
A shadowy outline at first and then a smiling face. High cheekbones, thin lips, brown hair and a Mohawk. “Julie..?” He mumbled quietly, and it could have very well been her.
But then he heard the deep-throated laugh and realized that there was no way it could ever be Julie Farkas.
He tried to lift his body but remembered that something was weighing him down at the waist. A quick look alerted him to the fact that it was Arcade’s arm.
Well. How embarrassing.
He quickly scrambled up, which was enough to wake the doctor up.
“Oh boy, I wish you guys could see the looks on your faces! That was absolutely priceless!” The mohawk man was laughing in front of them, bent over from amusement. He looked rather familiar now that Duncan was awake…
“Tomahawk?”
Said man looked up immediately and smiled. “Yep. That’s my name. Reporting for duty, Boss Duncan.” He gave a lazy salute and put a hand on his hip. The other was holding a large tome that was nearly the size of his torso. “Sorry to wake you up so early but we’ve got a lot of work to do, boss.”
Arcade was a person who didn’t like waking up abruptly, so Duncan saw bitch fits in his near future. Instead of curling back into the bed and hoping to die, he decided that he should see what Tomahawk wanted. But first… “Why is your hair like that?”
Tomahawk grinned impishly and shrugged. “My hair is usually like this. You just came around when I wasn’t working on anything. Now come on! Up, up!”
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“Alright, so after this breakfast we’ll get you both checked out by Brick, who’s waiting in the infirmary. After that we’ll go over policies and you can look over our Constitution and Bill of Rights—“
“You have a Constitution? You have a Bill of Rights?” Arcade couldn’t wrap his head around the idea. Duncan didn’t know what to think of it either, but he was getting used to being surprised in this Vault.
“Well of course we do. What do you think this is, some sort of free-for-all drug romp? Actually, the original idea of the Fiends was to draw from the elements of communism, but that was scrapped in favor of a more accepted type of government—democracy. Anyway, we have a separation of powers, with you and the boss as an executive branch, and legislature goes to me, Quick-Pin and Brick. We’ve been trying to work out the kinks in our judicial branch but for now they fall with Cook-Cook, Nephi and Violet.”
Here, Duncan had to stop eating. “Wait, you let Cook-Cook talk about the constitutionality of laws? Are you kidding me?”
Tomahawk didn’t see what the problem is. “Well of course we do, this is a democracy and he was one of the three who signed up for the job. Honestly, the main goal of the Fiends is to maintain a society that can live off of undetermined periods of isolationism. Oh, and to get fucking wasted, that too.”
Follow The Leader (2b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-14 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)“And how does your internal trade system work? Are you basing it off of currency?”
“Nope, it’s barter, not even for things of equal value, it just depends on what a person wants. Even though it was nearly impossible at first, this democracy doesn’t really run off of capitalism. We don’t have a ranking outside of leaders and important positions, and everyone just sort of does their own thing. I suppose the only reason we call it a democracy is because we try to be fair about things here, but hey, it’s a life.” Arcade was slowly becoming fascinated by this society. He had that look in his eye that meant that sooner or later, Duncan was going to be pulled aside by the doctor and told of the “right thing” to do.
If this was breakfast, he was worried about lunch.
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Duncan tried to make himself as small as possible, as he usually did when confronted by people as large as Brick was. He and Arcade sat side by side on the medical table, and the infirmary in the vault was actually rather… legit, for lack of a better term. Clean, bright, and Brick was obviously not some hack they shoved into the position of healer. The man cleaned his hands three times before even approaching them, three, and he had even put on a large pair of rubber gloves.
Duncan didn’t know they made them that big before the war.
“Open.” The man said, his deep voice carrying through the room, and like a good boy, Duncan obeyed. Arcade did as well, despite his previous protests that he was a doctor and that he “could do all of this himself.” The hulking Fiend stuck thermometers in each of their mouths, and they closed while he peered into their eyes with an ophthalmoscope. When he was satisfied, he took the thermometers and nodded. He recorded whatever it was he had noticed on a chart.
He went through the basics, blood pressure, heart rate, pulse and lung health, checked the ears and nose and tonsils, Duncan was just starting to get comfortable with the whole thing until he pulled out the butterfly needles. Arcade was the one who freaked out, however.
“Oh, no. No, no, no. I don’t know where that’s been and you’re not sticking it inside of me, no way.” He was right on that one. They were in a vault that housed drug addicts, who knew where it had been?
Brick shrugged and moved over to cabinet, grabbing two unopened sterile bags with more butterfly needles in them.
Maybe the blonde needed something to complain about (he was still long overdue for his bitch fit) or maybe he was being honest, but he had to keep protesting. “Maybe you should let me do that. I’m a tough stick, my veins are pretty small.” The argument seemed to be a little lost on someone who worked with Fiends all day, but people did usually have a better time finding their own parts.
“I can do it.” Was Brick’s gruff reply, and he didn’t leave any more time for Arcade to complain, because he took his arm and effortlessly slid the needle in. While he drew the vials of blood he needed to do… whatever, Arcade tried to speak past his own surprise.
“How…? Nobody ever got it on the first stick…” His eyes were wide behind his glasses, and Brick looked up for a second before returning to his work.
“I read a book about phlebotomy.”
Duncan decided that this was the best check-up he’d ever received in his life.
Re: Follow The Leader (2b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-15 02:22 am (UTC)(link)