Magnificent Bastard
Prologue
No, I haven't really started with this story yet, but I merely wanted to go ahead and have a prologue up and ready. :)
This story is a fictional pairing between the Wanderer and Argyle. Both characters are loosely taken from Fallout 3, considering Argyle doesn't REALLY make an appearance in the game, and the Lone Wanderer is MY character. EDIT: YES, Argyle does make an appearance, but not as a living being. That's what I meant.
So, without further ado, here is the rather lame prologue of Magnificent Bastard!
"Are you gonna stand there starin' or are you gonna get to work?"
It was the first thing she heard from her new employer when they'd worked out the deal and she'd gotten the job. She hadn't necessarily planned on working in the grimy saloon, but being fresh out of the vault didn't exactly ready her for experience with anything else. Namely, shooting a weapon. So she couldn't just run out into the world, guns blazing, and earn her keep as a scavenger. "Dear old Dad" would have to wait.
The company wasn't exactly the best. As kind as Gob was, he was terrible at holding conversations for long periods of time, mostly because he was always searching over his shoulder for Mr. Moriarty, waiting to get hit for something trivial. And Nova...well, Nova could be nice too, but the fact that she made such a racket at all hours of the day AND night made talking with her completely awkward. Jericho might as well have been a cactus for all the success that she had in speaking to him without drunken threats. And Mr. Moriarty himself? To be honest, she found the older man to be quite handsome considering his age, but his personality may as well have been like Jericho's, with a bit of that endearing Irish charm sprinkled on top.
When she'd arrived in Megaton, Sheriff Simms had quickly given her the run-down in his dusty cowboy drawl. "You follow the rules, and I think we'll get along just fine."
After the 'pleasant' introduction, she'd thought that maybe living out in the Wasteland wouldn't be so bad. Sure, it was a little dirty, but the people seemed nice. That is, until she met Moriarty. The man was insufferable; he expected "caps" in return for telling her where her father had gone, caps that she obviously didn't have. And then he had expected her to go take care of some junkie woman. At this demand, she'd pretty much laughed in his face. After barely escaping the Vault, not to mention breaking her ankle upon taking her first step into the Wasteland, he actually pegged her for being an in-charge type of individual. THAT was pretty damn funny to her.
Oh, right. She broke her ankle when leaving the Vault. And she didn't get any sort of help, either. Miraculously, with the pistol that Amata had given her and nothing else, she dragged her sorry ass to Megaton, where eventually the ankle healed, but left it much weaker than before.
So, to sum it up, she was pretty much being forced to work for Moriarty. She had to keep the saloon "spic and span" for an undetermined amount of time, which she thought was downright skeevy. But when she wasn't working, she'd decided to take up Moira's offer as a research assistant to hopefully earn the money a little bit quicker. And, wouldn't you know it, OF COURSE, she had no idea what she was getting herself into until it was much too late.
Like I said, this is pretty much all I'm dishing out right now, seeing as I'm trying to finish up with Determinants of Demand. :D
Nothing here to review, really, but hey, if you want, GO AHEAD!
