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Any companion, ghoulification
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(Anonymous) 2012-06-04 05:39 am (UTC)(link)M!Courier Boone, 'Ars Moriendi' 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-04 07:15 am (UTC)(link)Craig looked tired and drawn, dark bloodshot smudges under his eyes looking even deeper against his sharp cheekbones. He'd been traveling with a prospector, he told Courier, swinging his rifle from aching shoulder to aching shoulder and not bothering to hide his grimace. They'd been risking their necks under contract to supply valuable equipment to the NCR, spending months digging through abandoned Utah mines and skirting the raiders and slavers and tribal factions that'd splintered into the winds in the eight years since Caesar's defeat. He and the prospector parted ways amicably and Boone had turned towards the setting sun and home, his share of the profits enough to plant his boots in one spot and stop walking.
"Two months underground," said Boone, rubbing at his neck and frowning at the papery skin that flaked away at his touch. "Caps or not, can't be healthy in the dark that long."
Courier had agreed and fumbled around in his pack, producing a stack of paper bound with string. He licked the tip of a stubby chewed pencil and held the paper against the bony span of Boone's back, scrawling a note to Dr Usanagi. He thought about mentioning the fact he could feel Boone's ribs through his shirt but decided against it. Men changed. Men aged. Two months underground, he thought, and folded the scrap of paper once, twice, three times.
"Go see Usanagi," he said, shielding his eyes from the sun. "Get yourself looked at. If you can't see her, at least see Julie Farkas. She owes me some favours." Courier shrugged and offered Boone a crooked smile as he handed over the note. "You're not the only one hauling around valuable shit. Go see her and give her that note."
"Not your job to fuss," said Boone, but he took the note anyway, tucking it into an ammo pouch hanging empty on his hip. "Thanks."
"No worries, man." Courier nodded at the caravan sweeping south toward New Vegas and towards cheap beds and hot water and some paid comforts. "You'd better catch up. I'm going up to Jacobstown, do a little business and get a little snow down my collar. You look after yourself, yeah?"
Re: M!Courier Boone, 'Ars Moriendi' 1/?
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