I don't own Fallout New Vegas or Harry Potter they are created by Bethesda and J.K. Rowling respectively.
Now some perks you may notice are from mods i don't own those either like 'More Perks' by dree74 and Expanded Traits by Save-vs-DM found on nexusmods.
Cedric was excited. His new toy fit on his leg and a whole bunch of knobs and buttons to play with. On top of that the glowy part was Yellow! His favorite color. Playing with the buttons did something and sounds started coming out of it. He may not be as smart as he used to be, but maybe Johnny Guitar can help him. He heard there wasn't a man like the guy.
Nodding to himself he tried to remember his name. It started with a c and had six letters. Cullen was that his name? And he was a fairy. No, he wasn't a fairy didn't have the wings. Wait a vampire. He checked himself pale, naked, sparkly. Vampire, Cedric nodded.
Walking past a blue robot that rolled along he wondered if he was forgetting something. *Growl* Oh yea he's hungry. Smiling to himself he walked into the nearest building.
Chet was a simple man at his base didn't really care for much but himself. And his money of course can't forget that. He takes pride in the fact he can squeeze every little cap from a person. He has a knack for lightening people's loads a lot more than his budget should allow.
When he saw a man walk in like he owned the place. He first thought it was one of those damn New Vegas types. The second was surprise as the pale nearly naked man walked up to him and asked for a glass of blood.
"...so do you" Cedric asked "I'm kind of hungry. Oh where are my manners I'm Cedric." Bringing his hand out to shake.
Chet stared at the hand offered and inched toward the Caravan Shotgun he kept behind the counter. Cedric noticed his reluctance and glared at the man.
"Oh" Cedric hissed "I didn't know I was dealing with a racist"
Chet froze "A racist" he questioned. 'Never been called that before' he thought. Before a fist was introduced to his face.
Cedric jumped over the counter before grabbing a vial filled with red and ran out of the shop.
Holding his face Chet looked around his shop. Noticing that the container of nightstalker blood was gone. "Damn that cost me 30 caps" he mumbled as he dressed the wound. No need to trouble the Doc over something this small. 'Or pay' a small part of his mind chimed in.
Running in a unspecified direction, downing the vial of nightstalker blood like a alcoholic that found a shot of whiskey, Cedric found a blast ended skrewt. Except it wasn't on fire and had some beady eyes. Getting into a staring contest with the thing netted him a claw to the face. Deciding he will get revenge in the future(and afraid the thing might kill him) he turned and ran back to the town.
Scorpio the radscorpion (his brothers got the cooler names) chitted intensely it smelled belly crawler(snake) on that two legger(human). Ever since the belly crawler mixed with the speed packs(canines) they were a delicacy of the highest order. It may even be enough to net him a clutch with Sally the radscorpion. Quickly chasing the fleeing prey and with a terrifying chitter he thought 'Life is good'.
Easy Pete has done a lot in his time as a prospector. Almost too much for one man in a single lifetime. In order to not melt some poor man's mind with the stories he could tell like he did poor No Bark, he doesn't speak much. When he seen a naked man running away from a pretty pissed off radscorpion he boasted "Did the same to a deathclaw once." Sunny Smiles who was sitting next to him looked to the nearly naked Cedric and back to Easy Pete slowly scooted away from the man while cheyenne whimpered in fear.
Joe Cobb who was lurking around overheard the one sided conversation decided he wasn't gonna threaten Goodsprings. No way he was getting on the bad side of a guy who might have ****** a deathclaw.
"Why won't you fluster" Fleur sighed.
Victor happily replied "Well missy I only got one mistress and her name is Justice." He stopped "And I turned off attraction protocols the moment my sensor got the look in your eyes."
Fleur sighed again "Damn you" before a redheaded woman walked up to the two.
"Hi, Im Kate new to the Vegas area and…" she stopped and stared at Victor before stars entered her eyes. "Authentic working Robco Securitron" she whispered almost reverently. "Who owns you"
"Now looky here missy ain't no one owns Victor but Mr. House" Victor corrected his screen flashing to a angry hardened version of the cowboy before going back to the normal happy face.
Kate tisked before saying "haxx'd 6r0"
Victor froze whirling noises and clicks were heard before saying " Ready for orders"
Turning to Fluer, Kate continued "It's a good thing I came along. The thing was already nearly free of its coding. I mean you could have 'died' before…"
Fleur wordlessly handed her a bag of caps she 'acquired' from Doc Mitchell.
"Thirdy caps? Are you insinuating I did a shoddy job" Kate began.
"No, but it's all I have except the clothes on my back" Fleur protested "You wouldn't let me walk around where any vile monster could see me at my most vulnerable."
Kate sighed "Ok, but only this once"
"I could pay you in other ways tell me are you a natural..."
"Yes, I'm a natural at robotics hahaha" Kate interrupted "I'll be going now"
"Thank you for fixing my robot though" Fleur continued. Pressing buttons on the watch she was carrying. "Come along Victor." The robot followed behind silently. Standing there for a moment Kate wondered if it was her robot after all, but hearing a jingle from the bag she got just happened to put her mind at ease. "Welp, not my problem."
Hearing explosions coming from the direction that the two left in she thought 'Well better get the hell out of dodge quick.' Before an black arm in blue sleeve fell right in front of her. "Awe shit" she blurted "it's like Junktown all over again."
Four cazadors where hanging out in their normal chill spot. It was the perfect area, they were out of sight of their parents close enough to the easy meals that sometimes appears on the hill. And not to far away from the damn radscorpions to mess with. Their names where Eric, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny.
"Im seriously, you guys" Eric started "If you do a very ancient and mysterious dance at this place the gods give you free food."
"Shut it Bloatfly you're just trying to get us to do a stupid dance so you can make fun of us later" Kyle ranted.
"But guys it's really truuee" Eric whined. "I vote that Kenny shall do it"
"Mhff mfff mhhhf mfhhh" Kenny claimed.
"Awe sick dude thats for stabbing people" Stan gasped.
"And do you want that sort of deviant not dancing for our amusement" Eric continued. Kyle looked to Stan and nodded to each other. 10 minutes later Kenny was flying around in circles underneath the cliff. "Cewl cewl he looks like an idiot" He snickered. "Keep going Kenny!"
Viktor was quick, Viktor was swift, until he fell over the graveyard cliff. Landing on what could only bee the cazadors… skull. Quickly getting up and checking on his weapon showed it was broken in half straight down the middle long ways. He looked up to stare at the largest bugs he has ever seen in his life.
"Oh my god they killed kenny" one buzzed. "You bastard" the other buzzed in reply. Unfortunately Viktor didn't take any classes on creatures or this might have ended differently. You know, as in not poisoned with enough cazador venom to down a deathclaw. Viktor retaliated with two jabs of his broken weapon imbedding themselves into two of his attackers, but not having a weapon to fight the biggest one quickly backed away.
The surviving cazador known as Eric saw an easy meal and hurried after. Starting a race back towards Goodsprings in a heart pounding chase of about 40 feet before the cazador gave up. As it left, it buzzed "Screw you guy, I'm going home"
Viktor was on his last legs, the venom was slowly coursing through his veins. Thanks to his hardy constitution he still alive but he can feel himself getting weaker.
"Well howdy partner" a voice cut through the encompassing darkness " and might i say you are looking worse than a turkey on thanksgiving."
"That doesn't make any sense" Viktor laughed hysterically before passing out in the middle of the road.
"Well, shucks" the voice said "This blows harder than a pr…"
Harry was looked all around the graveyard and still no wand. He even dug up all the surrounding graves(Netted himself a good amount of caps too) but still no wand. Harry was a man of science...magic didn't exist until some crazy giant of a man(The nicest man he met) attacked his uncle(His favorite type of person, the attacker not the uncle) told him he was a wizard. He still didn't really believe it, he knew it was advanced technology that cannot be replicated by the muggles(normal people) and that the wizards(Were they illuminati?) need wands to use their 'magic'.
When suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere. But as stated before he was a man of science and admitted to himself he may just have blinked longer than usual. He was see through like the Hogwarts 'Ghosts' and was floating in front of him.
"Harry" the hologram rasped "the magic was in you all along ooOOoohh" he thought on the holograms words before stopping in place. Waving his hand the graveyard returned to its seemingly untouched base.
Harry froze before thinking of the ways this could happen.
The wand was the 'magic' maker right? Or was it a genetic quirk like on the x-men movies( the science wasn't exactly completely sound but it was science). Or was the energy a form of chakra?
He slowly placed his fingers in a cross before yelling "shadow clone jutsu"... nothing happened for a second before.
"Hahaha look at the freaking nerd hahah" a group of six men each wearing blue with the letters NCRCF on them. "Let's put the the asshole out of his misery, yea" another yelled. "Never gets old when something blows up" another mentioned. "Yea everyone knows the technique works best for a jinchuriki due to the high chakra cost of the technique, it probably would have worked better had he used a less intensive technique like the bushin" the others stopped and stared at the powder ganger that just schooled the kid."Err I mean, You eye balling me"
Harry sighed wondering what the powers he has could be. Absentmindedly pointing toward the group and yelling "Bombarda Maxima". As it rained red Harry didn't notice the wide eyed legionary spy who saw the whole thing. Nor did he hear the spy whisper "Mars walks among us" before the legionnaire ran back to base camp.