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❝ who said they're ending up anywhere near the colonel's little library? ❞ she scoffs, giving a flippant toss of her hair. ❝ actually, i've been dying to get my hands on some of his classics. if we find something good, he might finally trade me — and bookworm is probably an understatement. ❞
among the brotherhood, it was rare to find those with more academic interests, outside of her fellow stuffy scribes. even then, they wanted manuals, textbooks, while she wanted stories, the bits of the old world that couldn't be captured in tech.
she smiles at the toy. to say it brings her joy to be among people who see the value in the little things would be an understatement. the brotherhood wanted to rebuild the world in its image; the renegades simply tried to hold the wastes together by a thread, but the minutemen want a better future, and, for the first time, they might actually be able to attain it.
❝ it's nice to have kids around, ❞ she says, strolling back in the direction of the house she suspects hides the metaphorical key to jamie's copy of hamlet. ❝ there weren't many during my time in the brotherhood. actually, the only one would have been elder maxson himself. ❞
She scoffs a little, finally lowering her weapon despite the fact that she's going to remain alert. It was nice to have someone who she could reasonably rely on who ALSO had charisma. She liked Camden & Colonel Lawson, but they were nothing if not stiff as boards.
And heaven knew she couldn't travel with her brother and remain rational, suffice it to say she's happy to have a travel companion she can ACTUALLY chat with even when they're off the 'clock' so to speak.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure Colonel Lawson's gonna love that. Minutemen's favorite book worm has a pension for keeping a personal library."
She offers a smile, one hand resting on her hip right above where her pistol is holstered before she turns back to June, crouching down and picking up a small trinket from the charred ground below.
"Huh, look at this, little toy robot. Sure one of the kids back at Sanctuary would appreciate this."
A pause.
"You much of a book worm?"
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his eyebrows raise in surprise. during their travels, he sensed ... something from the younger man, though he had yet to pin it as the animosity he now makes abundantly clear.
❝ going against braun unprepared wasn't one of my proudest moments, ❞ james says, carefully diplomatic. friends are few and far between in the wasteland; eliana would likely disprove of dismissing jamie entirely.
in her state, though, does she really care? he can't help but ask himself. or realize that she has an ally?
❝ but i don't plan on venturing into anymore vaults. lord knows i've spent enough time in them to last several lifetimes. ❞ he gestures at the dilapidated hall they're standing in. voices drift from the atrium — daniel agincourt bickering with dr. li about her willingness to rejoin the project. ❝ in fact, i don't plan to be anywhere but here for a long while. i hope eliana chooses the same. ❞
all those years ago, he imagined completing the purifier alongside catherine. perhaps, the reality is that he has always been meant to do it with his daughter at his side.
❝ of course, you're welcome to stay, as well. as long as you'd like. i'm sure eliana would be pleased. ❞
BROW FURROWS FOR A SECOND. He'd gotten the sinking suspicion of late that Eliana was struggling far more than she'd care to admit. A FRUSTRATING HABIT she seemed to had formed since that point in time when they'd vacated the Vault.
He'd traveled with her since that point ( equal parts hope to support her in her time of need AS WELL as ensure she wasn't left to her own devices ). HER FATHER on the other hand, was someone he had come to realization he was NOT as fond of. The mans words are DRY, the younger of the two men crossing his arms as he glares intently.
SIGNATURE ICY STARE cast his way as he remains present in the moment. IN SOME WAYS he is...an improvement upon the typical absent-father, but in OTHER WAYS, he was the spitting image of his own father. THE THANKFULLY LATE Malcolm Lawson. Needless to say there was a MIXED FEELING about him.
It takes everything in him not to SCOFF, cold glare remaining transfixed on Eliana's father before drawing in a quiet breath.
"Yes that much is clear."
Arms cross over his chest and he watches the other man intently, speaking even with his usually UNCOUTH BLUNTNESS that was characteristic of him.
"...that is in fact why you were held prisoner in a vault simulation program correct?"
THERE'S AN ITCH in him, like he is ready to pick a fight, but he remains more or less CONTROLLED for the time being. There's something within him. THE BIT of empathy he normally possessed had effectively FROZEN OVER.
the need to get back to project purity is an all-consuming one, even in his weakened state. his legs feel stiff from being locked in the tranquility lounger for days ... weeks, perhaps? james lost count early on, thanks, in part, to the canine status dr. braun assigned to him.
he glances at charlie, taking note of her in the fading light of the wasteland. she looks much the same, and every part of him wants to plant her back in vault 101 to keep her that way.
❝ we can stop soon, ❞ he says, tone only slightly begrudging. ❝ we won't make much progress in the dark. ❞
@wanderswastes
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he gave up long ago on any notions of escape. if it weren't for the pip-boy, biometrically sealed to his arm, james wouldn't even have a clue how many years have passed since the enclave took the purifier and him along with it.
all he knows is that, in the interim, any of their power grabs have been remarkably unsuccessful.
it takes some self-convincing that it isn't a dream when the little underground bunker is raided, sending whatever enclave personnel remained running for the hills or to their graves. their scientists have never been known for their courage.
❝ who are you? ❞ he asks calmly, peering at the new woman from behind the forcefield keeping him in his damnable little cell. ❝ or, perhaps more importantly, who are you with? ❞
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he doesn't know what to make of the last several days, let alone the weeks before that, trapped in tranquility lane. grateful as he is for eliana's interference, he can't help but wish she'd heeded his request and stayed home.
the wasteland offers her so little, and so it shall remain until project purity's completed.
sometime after clearing the memorial, she slunk off to the basement, curling into a ball on the small bed in the room he and catherine once called their own.
she looks so small, so far from the grown woman he thought he'd left in the vault. battered. bruised. he suspects she's using, too. what, he doesn't know.
rubbing at the stubble along his jaw, he plods back up the stairs. he'll let her rest, for now. questions can come later. so can digging through her bag.
❝ ah -- ❞ he murmurs, pausing in his tracks when he spots jamie loitering about. the boy seems a little lost, not that james can blame him.
❝ jamie, isn't it? you're welcome to rest. there are other beds downstairs. ❞ he glances up as a light blinks overhead, a frown appearing on his lips. ❝ i appreciate your assistance in getting us here, but you're free to do as you will, now. eliana and i can care for ourselves. ❞
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the basic idea of any post-fo3 plot for james is that he gets found (by the sole survivor, generally, in my noggin) in some enclave remnant base in boston, having survived the purifier much like the lone wanderer did
15-21-year-old me: what if i don't write this canon well :( everyone will hate me :((((
me, now, slapping canon muses on the dash at will: FUCK IT, WE BALL
having a lot of feelings about these gifs in particular:
i haven't finished his page yet, but does anyone want a starter from dad james ... hit this with a like if u do