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B Out and about, the woman with a letter B tattooed on her cheek and a belly out to here is standing at Brutus' feet with her hands on her hips. She looks up at the giant robot and gives her head a little shake. Grinning to herself, she passes it by to go find herself a hammer.
Rexus Rexus trudges down the street from the north. Clad in his wastelander outfit and with a duffel bag over his shoulder, he looks a little worse for where. "Clinic?" he asks one of the residents, who gestures vaguely around, not very helpful at all. With a grunt, favoring his left leg he sort of hobbles generally towards where she pointed... right up till he sees the big Robot and the wall under construction. "Hmmmm?" he inquires softly, looking up and down the wall, giving B a puzzled look.
B The wall is still in the process of being built. A lot of the current focus seems to be on this gate. B glances towards the voice. "Oh .. don't mind Brutus," says she, gesturing towards the giant robot with her borrowed hammer, "He looks big and mean but all he can really do is build walls. Though, if the Mutant Army comes back, maybe we should look into programming him to stomp on some of them. That would be helpful. Hmm.." She trails off, looking thoughtful.
Rexus Rexus sets his bag down, bending to pick up a stray stick for use as a temporary cane. "Mutants came through here... when?" he asks softly as he approaches a length of the wall, giving a gentle nudge with his boot. "A little ambitious... a wall.. isn't it? Even with a robot's assistance." he says, giving one of those 'no-offense' looks to Brutus.
B B arches a dark brow, eyes narrowing a little as Rexus picks up the stick. Although she's no doctor, she eyes him up and down. Here he is walking with assistance, and didn't someone just ask for a clinic? She's not sure if it was him. She wasn't looking that way at the time. "Well, it's not much. Yet. But give it time. You know .. you could always help out.."
Rexus Rexus gives a slight nod. "Aye... soon as I get patched up I could lend a hand.. or shovel.. as needed." he says, scrutinizing the wall a little more closely. "I've seen my fair share of mutants... enough to know walls alone aren't going to do the trick.. they're strong beasts that can lift a house if they wanted to."
Vault Girl Brutus the massive construction robot moves slowly along the section of the wall under construction and reinforces the frame and major areas before it shuts down again temporarilly due to a lack of microfusion cells to power it reliably.
B B turns her head for a moment to watch Brutus move along, working. "Well," she begins, glancing back to Rexus, "I'm no doctor, but I could maybe get you a bandage to help tide you over until you actually find someone with more training. I don't know many people round these parts. From El Dorado myself. Just outside of it. And the wall might not hold back a Mutant Army, but it still has an important purpose: it provides hope for those who live here. That's in short supply anyplace these days."
Rexus Rexus follows the Robot with his eyes, frowning a little as it clunks to a halt. "Hrm." he says, stepping closer. First things first.. is it plugged in... well no... are the batteries alright? Again, no. "Not a technical problem.. just needs more batteries.... I may have a few..." he hobbles back to his duffel bag, reaching in for a fresh-ish set before walking back to the Robot. He begins work trying to get Brutus back up and running. "I'm from D.C myself... but that was years ago." he focuses for a few moments, tinkering gently with the robot. "Mutant army may be a stretch, hasn't been one of those seen in a long time... raiding party maybe." He pauses, resting on his good knee, "Hope... not a word you hear too often out here, least not for a long time."
B B grins at Rexus. "He goes through them so fast. Can't be helped when you're as big as a house, I guess." She looks up at the robot again, and lifts one shoulder in a half-shrug. "I didn't see it myself," she says, nodding to his comment about the size of said army. "Heard there was some raiding. I don't know much more then that though. Been trying to stick closer to home myself until the baby comes. Could be a month from now, could be tomorrow. Babies come on their own schedule." She rubs a hand over her belly, pressing the dress to her form for just a moment. "Hope. Might be a good name, if it turns out to be a she. Oh, now where are my manners? I'm B, a brewer from down by Bitter Lake."
Rexus Rexus chuckles, "A fusion core may have been a better choice to power him but... sometimes there's no choice." he says. "Isn't there a... what do you call them, militia?" he asks, canting his head. "Granted hunting rifles and bows and arrows aren't much against Mutants... you could try rigging some traps.. might thin the herd a bit... but really proactive patrols and raids are the best way to keep them away... in my experience. Sitting behind walls only lasts so long till they knock'em down and then... well.. you're dinner." The two are chatting near the wall, with Rexus doing some minor battery-swapping on the big Brutus.
B "Dunno if they have one in Shantytown or not. Like I said, I'm not from around here, but there's on in El Dorado. Sounds like you might know a thing or two about mutants, yeah? Maybe you should go talk to them and share your knowledge? Might be something they don't know that you do, or the reserve way around. I figure there is no such thing as too much knowledge, especially if it's the first hand kind. If you don't mind me askin, what happened to get you so banged up? Just another day in the wasteland?" The woman with the letter B tattooed on her cheek stands near the wall, one hammer in hand, and the other on her very pregnant belly.
Rexus Rexus is just chatting with B next to Brutus. He closes up the panel on Brutus, fresh micro cells in place. Well, fresher than the dead ones inside! "I'll drop these off for someone to refurbish." he says as he places them inside his duffel. "One could say that. There's a village about a week's travel to the east that I stopped to help.. some bandits were stealing their brahmin in the evenings, so I helped them fix the problem. Course all they had was a medicine man and... while I respect native beliefs.. gunshot wounds need more than a bit of herbs and prayers."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya comes through the open parts of the gate where trade in and out of the city must still travel. She is clearly not a merchant however. Her strange rags and facial tattoos definitely mark her as something else. A staff is held in one hand and she leans upon it as she walks. Must be tired.
B B nods again, thoughfully this time. Movement out of the corner of her eye has her shifting to spare a glance towards the .. odd woman. "Er," she begins, pulling her attention back to Rexus so she's not staring, "I figure you're probably right with that. I don't have much on me, but being a brewer means I always have a shot or two in a little bottle. Mostly, they're for others to sample to give me feedback, but in a pinch it could double for a cleaning agent. Want me to take a look at your wound to see if I can get it cleaned up a bit?" Okay, she can't help but glance again towards Sherya, but this time it's to assess if this other woman will need her meager first aid skills as well.
Rexus Rexus doesn't notice the newly arrived woman right off, his eyes are on B and the wall. "Some spikes may keep some of the mutants at a distance... but a moat or ditch would be even better... still, it's only a speedbump in reality..." he adds as he glances down at his leg. "If you don't mind..." he murmurs, "It's been about a week so... probably be off my feet for awhile." he says, tilting his head as he listens to B describe her profession. "Oh, well, I wouldn't know, I don't drink." he says quietly, leaning on his cane a bit, trying to balance on the one good leg. "How long have they been at this wall?"
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya pauses and looks up at the wall. "These walls may protect you from the forsaken but the Super Mutants have guns....heavy ordnance....perhaps even those which may unleash some of the glow as well. These will need more than walls. Where is the doctor Miss Lark. Is she here? I would have words with that heretic."
B "Oh, I think progress is still being measured in days at this point. Been here a couple of times to help out," says B, waving Rexus closer to walk with her to a pile of building supplies. She sits down on a discarded crate and gestures for him to come closer so she can roll up the cuff of his pants to inspect his wound before she'll attempt to clean it. "And you needen't drink it to make use of it. Lots of things you can do with alcohol..." She blinks and turns her attention to Shreya, arching a brow. "Miss .. Lark? I'm sorry, I don't know where she is. Is she supposed to be here somewhere? She would be much better suited to look at this than I am."
Rexus Rexus hobbles over to the indicated crate and takes a seat. "That's what I was saying." he says with a nod towards Shreya, "Which is why I suggested patrols and.. well.. a bit more effort to be fair, can't rely on a robot..." he says, "You couldn't keep a cow out of this place as it stands." he muses, looking down. "I was looking for the Doctor.. but Miss B is fine enough for now... the bullet's gone clean through.. just flesh mostly.. needs cleaning and bandages and... nngh.. stitches, I think."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods, turning to Rexus as he draws attention away from B. "Indeed. It is said the super mutants are borne of some kind of genetically engineered virus and not the glow. Lark has the research I am looking for. I want to know if it is so."
B B bends one knee to the ground and studies the wound. Absently, she digs around in the pockets of her apron for some supplies. "That's the point of the wall .. to increase security since, yeah, right now? Everything gets in. Mmn." She pulls out a little bottle and pulls the cork. Giving it a little sniff, she looks up to Rexus. "This'll hurt .." she warns. She takes out a strip of cloth and pours a little alcohol on it before pressing it to his wound. To Shreya, she arches a brow. "Does she now? Hunh. Well, I didn't know that. I haven't seen her, however. I can tell her that you're looking for her if'n I see her, Miss ..."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya looks down at B. "I am Zealot Shreya, servant of the glow. We met only once when she and her man were beset by raiders. She will remember surely. I was the one who pointed out her heresy."
Rexus Rexus rolls his eyes up, gritting his teeth against the pain. He doesn't swear, he just holds it in like a trooper. But it hurts.. pretty easy to read that on his face. "They... weren't... nnnnghhh affected by radiation in D.C." he breahtes out, bashing the bottom of his fist against a wooden plank.. just to focus the pain somewhere else.
B B pulls the makeshift cloth back to peek at the wound. She wrinkles her nose and mouths a silent 'Sorry' to Rexus. After deciding to douse it one more time, she digs in her back for another cloth. Nothing. But, she does have her bandana. Removing it from her hair, she sets about tying it around Rexus' wound. "Zealot Shreya. Okay. I will tell her that you are looking for her. Will she know where to find you?" And there, the bandage, such as it is, is now tied off in a neat little knot.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya thinks about this. "If she is looking I will be at the Caine's Brothel tomorrow evening. She could find me there."
Rexus Rexus just nods to B, "Thanks... guess... i'll be off my feet a bit more... could do some work on the wall, better than nothing." he murmurs, glancing over at the Zealot and raising an eyebrow, "The.. brothel.... is that a place of worship here?"
B B stoppers up the bottle and tucks it away. With a great effort, she gets back up to her feet. "The brothel .. you could probably find someone to patch you up too. It's the Saloon in El Dorado. Can't miss it, but if you do, anyone can direct you to it. Or ask around for Miss Lark. If that doesn't work, I'll see if I can't find Derk and let him know you're in need of some healing. He's my doctor. Well .. not -my- doctor, but .. you know." She grins and glances back to the wall. "Best you be taking it easy, to be honest. Wouldn't want to make anything worse." Then, she turns to Shreya and nods. "I'll tell her if I see her."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya looks at Rexus and speaks very slow as if he were a particularly dense child. "No. whores." Looking back up to B she answers. "Thank you. I will be there at about seven."
Rexus Rexus stands after a bit of effort, leaning on his makeshift cane. "Is the saloon the usual hangout of the town.. like most town's i've been through?" he chuckles. With a bit of a glance at the wall, he looks back to the Zealot. "I know what a brothel is... I've just never seen women wanting to visit it so willingly."
B B nods to Rexus. "That's it. The Saloon's the heart of the town, more or less, depending on who you ask." She grins and wipes the back of her hand across her brow. "Pshew. It's getting too warm out for me these days. Think I'll head back while I can and see if I can't find Derk or Miss Lark on the way. A pleasure to meet you Zealot Shreya, and you as well," says she with a nod to Rexus. She waits just long enoug to return her hammer before turning back towards El Dorado.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya grits her teeth. "Well my good sir, it is purely because I want to know if Super Mutants are the abomination another claimed them to be, it would then become my job to purge them as abominations to Atom. It is not for the reasons you might go."
Rexus Rexus grumps, "Well I suppose I am headed to the Saloon.. saloon slash brothel if you want to follow along." he says to Shreya, "Mutants are abominations.. genetic.. or radiation.. same as ghouls and all manner of creatures you find in the wastes."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya shakes her head. "Nay. The creatures born of the glow are the creations of Holy Atom. Doth not every religion follow the same basic outline for fate, a great apocalypse followed by immortality. This we see has come to pass for the chosen of Atom are immortal. Those who receive his gift but shun the truth become mindless eaters. And the rest of us live in the shadow of this great becoming. When insects were vermin we had spiders and rats to keep down their population lest it harm the ecosystem. But humans have become the threat and so, the glow gives birth to large predators to replace us at the top of the food chain and so Atoms will is done. We in our folly unleashed his holy fire and were found wanting."
Rexus Rexus looks the Zealot over from head to toe, "See this is why I don't drink, lends one to silly words. And do you think radscorpions and mirelurks or what have you are just going to welcome you with open arms and love?" he shakes his head. "Whatever gives you hope, I suppose."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya rolls her eyes. "Did I somehow indicate that the predators would welcome me into their arms with love? Into their stomachs perhaps. But I do not seek death through consumption. It is not yet my time to die. In the end we will all be reunited in Glorious Division. I shall not die until Atom wills it."
Abdiel     Abdiel makes his way over, book in hand. "I have heard of you. Worshipping this so called glow and atom." Abdiel says as he looks to Rexus and tips an imaginary hat. "Name's Abdiel, I am one of the new canaanite missionaries wandering the land. We worship our Lord, God. He asks that we follow his laws and that when we die, we will join him in heaven."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods and looks at Abdiel with some contempt. "Well do I know the nailed god who answered none of my prayers. His books are filled with lies and inconsistencies. His worship has been used to control the masses for thousands of years. A religion of masochism which has persisted throughout time even in this time after the apocalypse is upon us and his prophecies have not come to pass."
Rexus Rexus looks between the two. Battling preachers? "I put no stock in religion. By the word Religion I have seen the lunacy of fanatics of every denomination be called the Will of God. Holiness is in right action, and courage on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves, and goodness. What 'God' desires is within you, and what you decide to do every day, you will be a good man. Or not." He's read a book or two!
Abdiel     "What place do you have to claim my god is false and your glow and atom worthy of worship?" Abdiel asks curiously as he watches her. When the man speaks he smiles. "You are wise, and correct. God speaks to me everyday, everytime I see people performing acts of charity and kindness. Radiation is another force of nature, a force that mankind has tried to use only to be victim to it when made into a weapon." Abdiel says softly. He never raises his voice, but his gaze is always on Shreya.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya leans upon her staff. "The world was destroyed and your Messiah did not come. There was no small dark cloud, there was no Sunday Blue Laws. Your God pretends to be a god of mercy while at the same time condeming people for love of one another if it does not fit into your paradigm. Then the churches all pick and choose which rules from your bible they will follow claiming that Christ died on the cross and that makes some abomination ok. But if you truly believe in your God you would recall that he said through the Apostle Paul, "I wish that ye were hot or cold, but since ye are neither hot nor cold, I will vomit you out of my mouth. So tell me preacher man, is your clothing of one cloth?"
Rexus Rexus looks between the two, still leaning on his cane a bit. "I guess the one thing she has going for her is this entire world is now her holy land... covered in radiation for the most part." he muses, looking over towards Shreya. "You can argue till you're blue in the face but... you'll never change someone's mind on their beliefs...." he says with a similar look to Abdiel, "Trust me."
Abdiel     Abdiel listens and nods to the man. He then raises a book with a hand drawn cross on it. "I copied my bible from the main bible my people had since the time before the bombs. I have read it and looked to guidance. You say my god doesnt do anything, yet any survivor that is able to work the land and survive, is proof of his mercy and compassion. We are not lost." Abdiel says calmly as he nods to Rexus. "So what do you do for a living, Sir?"
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya says, "You did not answer my question. Simply held up your tired old book as if the fact that you are holding it and that we still draw breath is reason enough. Did your God create the Radscorpions, the Deathclaws, the brahmin, the stingwings, the mirelurks? Did your God do anything in the last hundred years that anyone could surely point to and say, here is the work of God. No. In fact your religion even teaches that he no longer directly intervenes in the world. You cannot know whether your religion is true until you die and the dead aren't talking but the works of Atom are plain and cannot be denied.""
Rexus Rexus says, "Well, I'm sure if you wrote things down in a book so everyone was on the same page you may have a point but... like everything, it is up to your own interpretation. Strange people wandering the streets spouting prattle is no basis for a system of religion." he says. His attention returns to Abdiel, "A living? I help people, I suppose... I don't really have a living."
Abdiel     "Radiation created the radscorpions, the deathclaws, brahmin and stingwings. Mirelurks were also created by the radiation. My religion teaches that every day he works with us, and that we follow his plan." Abdiel says calmly as he looks to Shreya. "Your faith must be weak, if you require undeniable proof to believe in your god. My god speaks to me when you find a place untouched by radiation and man."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya shakes her head. "All are touched by the glow. You cling to the words in that book even as the world changes around you. I prayed to the nailed god every day that I was the captive of Finn's Warlords. He never answered. It was only when I stopped praying that Holy Atom delivered me from their hand. They ventured down into an old military bunker and tripped the self destruct mechanism. Such was the concussive force of that blast that Finn was thrown against the bars of my ox drawn cage with such force that he died there and I was able to get the keys from his corpse. Then I found Megaton and Confessor Cromwell who showed me the truth. You still have not answered my question though preacher. Is your fabric of one cloth? What are those clothes made of that your wearing?"
Rexus Rexus looks over at Abdiel, "I think she fits a bit more in the fanatic slot than preacher.. always calling out heresay and arguing rather than preaching and trying to do good work with whatever tools... she's given."
Abdiel     "Once there was a time where fanatics and zealots were welcomed amongst the world. In the end I thank god for giving me the free will to question the works he has laid out." Abdiel says as he begins to work on the wall. "My clothes are made of Cotton and My garb is standard issue for missionaries such as myself. I enjoy talkihng to you. Your belief strengthens you, even if it is misguided."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya watches the man go with a scowl. No kind words are given in return. She has some hatred in her, not for Abdiel himself but perhaps for what he represents. Some trauma in her past associated with religion seems likely.
Rexus Rexus is just glad he doesn't have to break up a preacher-fight! "Well, I'm off to the saloon." he says to Zealot. If anyone's going to drive him to drink, it may be those two!