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Vulpes Inculta/F!Courier - Undercover Legion Work
Date: 2012-06-12 11:18 pm (UTC)When Day is Done 1/?
Date: 2014-05-14 06:56 am (UTC)Pairings: Some Vulpes/F!Courier
Kinks: n/a
Summary: Caesar sends Vulpes and the Courier to the Strip to investigate the Omertas.
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Vulpes Inculta knelt on the hot sand before his lord as he awaited the details of his new assignment. He remembered how as a young boy, kneeling for long periods of time would make his muscles ache, but now it was a position his body had grown accustomed to. Behind him there was a rustle of drapery and the sound of soft footsteps as someone entered the tent. Vulpes turned, and immediately his blood boiled. The Courier.
She walked towards them exuding an air of confidence. He could not understand how she held the Legion in such a trance. They were all enamored with her, some even believed her to be some sort of war queen sent to them by Mars. He too had once seen such promise in her, back when he spared her in Nipton. She was dedicated and hard working, but now he saw all the small slips in her behavior.
“Ah, Courier! You're just in time!” Caesar clapped his hands as their new arrival.
No, he couldn't possibly mean for them to work together, could he? Vulpes panicked for a moment. He wanted desperately to speak up, to say that this was a terrible idea, but he knew better than to question his lord's decisions. And for all he knew, perhaps this was simply a test of his dedication.
“You summoned me, my lord?” the Courier asked. He stared at her coldly as she knelt down beside him, their eyes catching for a brief moment. She gave him a small smirk before turning her attention to their lord.
“My informants on the Strip tell me that the Omertas have been acting strange recently— stranger than usual. It's a good possibility that they're going after control of the strip, and that could ruin our connections with the White Gloves,” he began. He paused, raising a hand to his temple. Signs of another oncoming migraine.
Vulpes looked up in concern at his lord, but nodded. It would not surprise him if the Omertas were to make an attempt to gain control of the Strip. They were vicious and greedy, like a pack of starved wolves.
Caesar kept kneading his forehead, but continued, “The White Gloves are holding a party tomorrow night, I suspect that the Omertas might strike then. I need you two to get into that party and figure out what the fuck is going on. You two are the best frumentarii I have, I imagine you can get the job done.”
When Day is Done 2/?
Date: 2014-05-14 07:00 am (UTC)“I understand, my lord,” he pressed a balled fist to his chest before rising and exiting the tent. The Courier did the same and followed him out.
They walked in silence for a few moments before the Courier spoke.
“I worry for our lord,” she said, “his headaches are becoming more frequent.”
“Hm.” Vulpes gave her a small glare, he didn't believe a single word that fell from her degenerate lips. Was she planning something? It was always a possibility that she was on the side of the Omertas, or possibly even the NCR. A profligate whore like her should have no qualms with being a double agent.
He made a stop at his tent to gather supplies and change. It wouldn't do them any good if he walked around the Strip in his Legion armor. The Courier stood at the mouth of his tent as he undressed, leaning casually against a support pole. She intently scanned him up and down with her eyes, as if searching for any weak points.
“You don't trust me, do you?” the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile. One of the many stories of her origin around the camp said that she was once a fierce member of the Jackals, a cannibalistic group of raiders known for the ritual of sharpening their teeth into sharp points. Vulpes was not one to believe any of the tall tales the other legionaries spread, but he also took notice that she never showed her teeth when she smiled.
“I think that was established when you waltzed in here with Driver Nephi's golf club, shortly after an unknown assailant assisted the NCR in wiping out the Fiend leaders.”
That was around the time he had begun to become suspicious of her loyalties. She would disappear from camp for weeks at a time, and around the same time many reports from all over the Mojave would pour in. A drug runner for the Khans, a strange new bodyguard for the Van Graffs, the disappearance of an old woman and a sniper from Novac. There wasn't a single doubt in his mind that it was all her.
“There are hundreds of golf clubs out there in the Mojave. It could have been any one of them.” Her eyes followed the movement of his arms as he pulled on a shirt. “Are you sure you're not jealous of me, Vulpes Inculta?”
He ground his teeth together at her words. She knew just what to say to get him worked up. “I have no reason to be jealous of you, Courier.”
“Oh, but who was it that retrieved the platinum chip from Benny? Destroyed the robots in the bunker? Eradicated the Brotherhood of Steel? Defended Nelson? Single-handedly killed every soldier in Camp Forlorn Hope?” she paused, playing with the Mark of Caesar hanging around her neck, the one he had given her months ago. “You know, people say we're quite similar.”
Vulpes stopped in the middle of buckling his pants, and worked hard to keep his composure. “There is nothing similar about us,” he hissed. The Courier was nothing but chaos locked in a gilded cage, ready to break free at any moment. He, on the other hand, was the image of absolute control. “When did Caesar even make you a frumentarius?”
“Just this morning, actually.” She raked her fingers through the dark tendrils of her hair, shifting them out of her face. “He must have been quite pleased with my recon work, taking out the NCR monorail.”
Vulpes finished donning the rest of his mercenary gear, now easily passable as just another wastelander.
The Courier took a step towards him, her eyes narrowed and her grin as big as ever. “That's a good look for you. I like it,” she began to raise a hand toward his face, and he quickly snatched her by the wrist, squeezed tightly until she winced.
“We should get moving, I want to make it to Freeside by evening. We'll make plans for tomorrow from there,” he released her arm and left the tent.
When Day is Done 3/?
Date: 2014-05-14 07:02 am (UTC)Together they walked through the garbage-strewn streets of the filthy town, carefully stepping around broken glass and passed out drunks. This place disgusted him. It was the absolute epitome of the failures of a degenerate civilization. When it came time for lord Caesar to claim New Vegas as his own he would gladly offer to raze Freeside to the ground himself.
“This way,” he lead her around the corner and towards the irregular blinking of a decrepit neon sign.
The Courier scoffed and raised an arched brow, “The Atomic Wrangler? Can't say I'd ever imagine you in this place,”
“It's the safest place we currently have, here no one will care enough to bother us. That's something that we can't guarantee on the Strip.”
“In that case, why don't you let me handle this?” The Courier pushed past the door and slipped into the booze-scented darkness within.
Vulpes watched as she approached the woman behind the counter, quickly making friendly conversation with her. So she was familiar with the degenerates of the area, it seemed. He watched as she jabbed a thumb in his direction, and no doubt some sort of lewd comment was exchanged as the two women snickered. Soon, the Courier dropped a handful of caps onto the counter in exchange for a key and sauntered back up to him with a rather accomplished look on her face.
“What exactly was the point of that?” he asked as she lead them upstairs.
“Got us the room furthest from the rest. And,” she gave him a wink, “I made sure that there will be zero interruptions tonight,”
Now he understood what they had been snickering about. He watched the Courier unlock the door to their room and silently stepped in after her, closing the door firmly behind him. He double-checked to make sure it was locked before dropping his gear onto the threadbare couch.
Re: When Day is Done 3/?
Date: 2014-05-14 08:32 am (UTC)I love where (I think) this is going!
When Day is Done 4/?
Date: 2014-05-14 07:08 pm (UTC)Vulpes began digging through his duffel bag, quickly finding what he was searching for and tossing it towards the Courier. “These are for you. I imagine you have at least some approximation of how to make yourself look presentable.”
The Courier looked down at the dress and heels strewn beside her on the mattress. “Oh darling, you shouldn't have.” She mockingly batted her eyelashes at him as she held the gown up to her body. “Who did you have to kill to get your hands on this? And really, Vulpes. Red? How ostentatious.”
“I've had quite enough of your snark, Courier. If you're not on your best behavior tomorrow evening, I won't hesitate to wring your neck. Now listen closely to what I'm about to tell you. I have no intentions of repeating myself. I'm sure you're well aware of the current dynamics around the Strip. With Mr. House and the head of the Chairmen gone, that leaves only the White Gloves and the Omertas. No doubt this will lead to a power struggle. Tomorrow is the perfect opportunity for the Omertas to strike, and we need to be on the lookout for any strange behavior on their part. Do you understand?”
The Courier sat crosslegged on the bed as he spoke, staring at him intently with her half-lidded eyes. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. You will refer to me as Mr. Fox from now on. Do not forget. So much as one slip up will cost us both our lives.”
“Not to worry, Fox. You can count on me.”
Vulpes took a menacing step toward her. “Can I?”
Though her lips were still curled up in her usual half-grin, he could see the flash of fear dance across her eyes. The Courier opened her mouth, about to protest. Vulpes quickly interrupted her. He had no patience for this.
“I'm finished discussing this. It's time for rest.”
When Day is Done 5/?
Date: 2014-05-15 01:55 am (UTC)The Courier gave a harsh, shrill laugh. “Well now, Mr. Fox, I didn't know you thought of me that way.”
“Don't flatter yourself, this is only a precautionary measure. If you think I'd take my eyes off of you for even a minute, you're severely mistaken. And if you have any objections, I have no qualms with roping you to the couch for the night.”
The Courier scoffed as she slid into bed. “Stabbing you in your sleep isn't in my best interest, you know.”
“Until I have overwhelming evidence of that, I will regard that as yet another one of your lies.” Vulpes flicked the lightswitch and got in beside the Courier.
He fell into a shallow, restless sleep, and it wasn't long before he was awakened by the Courier's jerking movements and hoarse whispers. He looked over to find her face stained with tears, but her eyes still shut. Vulpes would have never taken her as one to have nightmares.
“Courier.” He grabbed her by the shoulder— cold and clammy with sweat.
She jolted upright, and clutched at the scar on her forehead, stifling a scream trapped in her throat. The racing of her heart was nearly audible. As she became aware of her surroundings she allowed her body to fall back down onto the mattress, still trembling and clutching at her old headwound.
Vulpes shifted to prop himself up by his arm. “You were dreaming of that night, weren't you? When the Chairman shot you.”
The Courier's head slowly nodded. “It's all I remember before waking up in Goodsprings.”
He had seen the brief moments of fear expressed by the Courier each time he confronted her about her suspected treachery, but he had never seen her like this. She looked so frail, so terrified— her every guard lowered, offering him a view into her true self. It brought Vulpes a surprising amount of satisfaction seeing the Courier in this state.
Re: When Day is Done 5/?
Date: 2014-05-18 08:11 am (UTC)Re: When Day is Done 5/?
Date: 2014-05-18 10:23 pm (UTC)Re: When Day is Done 5/?
Date: 2014-06-01 04:37 am (UTC)I NEED THE REST OF THIS
F5 F5 F5 F5
WHERE IS IT
F5 F5 F5 F5
*THROWS CAPS AT THE SCREEN*
Re: When Day is Done 5/?
Date: 2014-05-19 04:43 am (UTC)Re: When Day is Done 5/?
Date: 2014-06-22 07:03 am (UTC)When Day is Done 6/?
Date: 2014-08-19 06:45 am (UTC)He brought a hand to her face. It hovered there for a moment before he brushed away a strand of her hair. He felt her bristle at his touch. How he had always wanted to see her cower before him, with every bit of fight gone from her.
He pulled his hand back and turned away from the still trembling girl. “Go back to sleep.”
The Courier seemed to be her usual self by morning, full of sarcasm and venom towards the frumentarius. “Sleep well, Foxy?” she jeered, rolling over to face him.
Vulpes narrowed his eyes at her. “Well enough, though you certainly sought to prevent that.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about,” she responded, though the overly amused expression on her face said otherwise.
Vulpes threw off the blankets and stood up, stretching his travel-weary muscles. He could feel the Courier's icy eyes boring into his back. He picked up her dress from atop his bag and turned around, tossing it at her face. “Make yourself useful and start getting ready. You're going to need a lot of work to look like a New Vegas socialite.”
It took hours of prepping before the two of them were nearly ready. The Courier sat in front of a broken vanity mirror, applying a deep red lipstick to her lips as Vulpes stood behind her, adjusting his bowtie. The Courier turned to face him. “How do I look?”
He looked her up and down. Her hair was down and combed, and glittering pre-war jewelry adorned her neck where her animal tooth necklace normally hung. “Not like yourself.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I'm not sure whether to take that as an insult or a compliment.”
“Neither,” Vulpes replied. “Now repeat your alias back to me. You are...?”
“I am Vivianne Rainsford, the youngest daughter of a farmer from out by New Reno.”
“And I am...?”
“You are Mr. James Fox, a wealthy weapons traders, and my beloved fiance.”
Vulpes chose to ignore her sneering emphasis on “beloved”. “Good girl.” He bent towards her and roughly cupped her wide-eyed face, pulling it towards his. “And what is the most important rule of the night?”
“To never break cover and to keep my mouth shut whenever possible,” she mumbled through his hand.
He released his grip and walked toward the door, extending his arm towards her. “Shall we?”
Re: When Day is Done 6/?
Date: 2014-09-04 07:57 am (UTC)