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Turn Wounds into Wisdom 4b/?
Date: 2014-08-31 01:01 pm (UTC)>>>Freeside, October 19, 2282<<<
Of course it had been impossible for Arcade to get into the Lucky38 unseen, and pretty soon after he had entered, rumours began to appear about a possible illness of the Courier which was exactly what Vincent had hoped for.
He and Arcade now sat down at the kitchen table in the Presidential suite and tried to lay out a more detailed plan.
“I have to leave it to you to make up the medical details of Tara’s condition”, Vincent said. “But I advise you to make a very concise plan and memorize it very thoroughly.”
“Of course”, Arcade replied while nervously threading his fingers. But then he looked up and smiled. “And I know how to do it. After coming back to the Fort I will consult my medical books to confirm my… ah… diagnosis, and find a suitable illness that will keep her in bed for a sufficient amount of time.”
Vincent nodded. “Very good. Just remember: The fewer people know of this, the better. Do not even confine in those you trust.”
Arcade blinked a few times. “I guess I will need Julies help.”
“Very well then”, Vincent gave back with a sigh. “Do what you think is necessary. But remember that a secret spilled is like a bag of feathers emptied into the wind. You will never know where they end up and never be able to get them all back.”
Arcade nodded and met his eye. “Of course. And I assure you I can rely on Julie’s discretion.”
“Even though she is a married woman?”
Arcade narrowed his eyes a little. “Her being married is not a factor and, like her gender, has no effect on her medical confidentiality.”
“My apologies.” Vincent slightly inclined his head. “I was not implying she is garrulous. But she is very fond of her husband, and sometimes you cannot help but use those closest to you to ease your mind if something heavy is weighing on it.”
“I see. But no. Trust me, despite her appearance and her present condition she is a lot stronger than you might think.”
Vincent nodded with a stony face. “I will take your word for it. Relying on my own judgement regarding women has…” He hesitated, and Arcade put a hand on his arm.
“Gotten you into trouble”, he finished for him. “I understand. Let’s leave it at that.”
“Be that as it may. Vincent’s mouth turned into a thin line for a moment before he took a deep breath. “With you and your knowledge providing a suitable camouflage tactic that is one problem dealt with.”
“How many others are left?” Arcade wanted to know.
Vincent smiled thinly. “Apart from keeping everything we know and cherish from falling apart in a tide of violence and blood?”
“Sorry I asked”, Arcade snapped.
“My apologies for being sarcastic”, Vincent said after a small pause.
Both men exchanged a long look until Arcade ran a hand through his hair. “Go on.”
Vincent nodded. “As I mentioned earlier, I need equipment and a disguise. But I cannot leave this place to run errands like a common servant. That would be suspicious, something we cannot afford.”
“I see.” Arcade tapped his chin. “What do you need?”
“A set of Legion attire. Preferably one of the lower officer ranks, although I am aware that I cannot allow myself to be choosy. I cannot take my gun, and my weapon of choice back then was a ripper. I will need one of those, too.” He paused for a moment. “Supplies for the road, water and non-perishable food. And combat drugs and stim packs. I will not allow myself to think I can get through this without a fight. And I need every advantage I can get.”
Arcade nodded, his face set tight. “I guess I need not remind you how dangerous these things can be.”
“No. But as I said, I need all the help I can get. Since they are no longer taboo to me, it gives me a big advantage, since in the Legion these things are forbidden.”
Still nodding, Arcade frowned thoughtfully. Suddenly his face lit up. “I got it. Westside. I’ll go to Westside and buy all the drugs I can get my hands on, and set up a new research project about improving addiction cures. I’ll put a few into the chemicals safe in the lab and hide the rest somewhere else.”
This time it was Vincent who nodded, in appreciation. “A sound idea.”
Turn Wounds into Wisdom 4c/?
Date: 2014-08-31 01:02 pm (UTC)Vincent narrowed his eye and frowned. “Were you not building a school in Freeside?”
“We are, but I fail…” Arcade lifted his eyebrows. “You mean, purchase one for the school for teaching and demonstrational purposes, as a sort of history lesson?”
Vincent nodded. “That was what I was thinking of.”
“That is feasible…” Arcade muttered, followed by a long, thoughtful pause. “There are all sorts of traders coming in and out of Freeside, some of them have to have been sold the odd bit of Legion armour as loot, I gather.”
“If it is in any way possible, I need a closed helmet.” Vincent looked past him. “I cannot leave it to chance whether or not someone will recognise me.”
Arcade nodded. “Another thing though.”
Vincent rested his eye on Arcade again.
“I am not sure how I am supposed to get all these things we have talked about out of Freeside without being noticed. I mean even in pieces, a set of armour makes up quite a few sizeable bundles.”
Vincent frowned again. “Do you remember Dylan?”, he then asked after a moment.
“Dylan?” Arcade blinked a few times. “The dark skinned young man who started out a powder ganger?”
“The very one.”
“What about him?”
“We will need to confine in him, too, there is no help for that. Yet I have personally educated and trained him for his role as the Courier’s frumentarius.”
Arcade looked up sharply, eyes wide.
“I will have to come up with a better name, don’t I”, Vincent added dryly.
“You might”, the doctor gave back. “In any case, what about him?”
“He will be our go-between. He will visit you every other day, or maybe every third, until we have everything we need, and will build a hidden stash somewhere safe in Outer Vegas.” He sighed and shook his head. “Although I really hope it does not take that long.”
“I hate to be a bother…” Arcade began, yet Vincent just smiled.
“By all means”, he said. “Having two pairs of eyes to look at a problem and two brains to think about it will greatly improve our ability to eliminate any sources of errors in solving it.”
Arcade chuckled softly under his breath. “Well then. I was wondering what could make Dylan visit me every other day?”
Vincent looked at his hands. “Please be aware that I do not mean offence.” He then looked up again. “At first, he comes because of a minor injury. After that, you feign an affair.”
Arcade blushed crimson and clamped his mouth shut.
“I said I meant no offence”, Vincent said pointedly.
“None taken”, Arcade replied. “It’s just…” He ran both his hands through his hair this time and shook his head. “And it’s not even that I am keeping it a secret, I know that, what with me… uhm… going into the Wrangler now and then to… relax”
He blushed even more, and his ears were burning, yet Vincent kept a face as straight as a flagpole.
“It’s just…” he took another deep breath. “It’s not easy, what you ask of me. Feigning an affair, I mean. You might remember that I have not undergone any kind of… frumentarius training.”
“I know”, Vincent said reassuringly. “Forgive me if I was being too blunt. I thought, however, that with Dylan being a man and aligning with your sexual preferences it might be, while not easy, not as difficult for you as if it were a woman we were talking about.”
Arcade dragged both hands down his face and gave Vincent a haggard look. “And I guess his sexual preferences are non-relevant being as he is a trained… wossname. I hate to use that word.”
Vincent seemed to suppress a grin. “Indeed. Do not worry about him.”
Shaking his head, Arcade leaned back in his chair. “Let me summarize. I have to make up an illness that will let everyone believe Tara is in bed, I will buy a lot of dangerous things that are not precisely common goods and I will have to feign an affair with a former powder ganger.” He shook his head. “I hope you’re aware that I am a very bad liar.”
Vincent tilted his head. “Then you better be a very fast learner.”
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Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 4c/?
Date: 2014-09-01 08:39 am (UTC)Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 4c/?
Date: 2014-09-01 09:53 am (UTC)-Tiberius you crafty little bastard.
-Ahh Arcade, my poor awkward baby lol.
-Oooo, will something bloom between the good doctor and the spy-in-training??
-That last little exchange between Arcade and Vince tho.
-Also I kinda think I may have a thing for Tiberius and God help me I don't know why. Like I don't even know that much about him ffs. Overly confident bad boys are my weakness I guess. (it also doesn't hurt that I keep picturing him as a young Brando- dk why, maybe the bravado?)
It also looks as if we have a new inductee. So hello Fish!Anon and welcome to the club! And now I'm getting wordy so it's best if I stop typing now lol...
~BA!Anon
Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 4c/?
Date: 2014-09-04 04:15 am (UTC)obsessively refreshedread a fic with its own welcome wagon before!THIS IS AWESOME
-Fish!Anon
Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 4c/?
Date: 2014-09-01 04:06 pm (UTC)Art!Anon
Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 4c/?
Date: 2014-09-01 08:34 pm (UTC)Aaaaahhh so many questions! Did Tara agree to the match? Is that why she vanished in the middle of the night without telling anyone? But how will the public react their marriage? Especially the former slaves???
I gotta say, this fic brought back life to my dormant Fallout fangirling. I gotta get back to my own fills!