Nothing like boots on the ground.

[dansemachine]

Who: Paladin Danse & Nora
Where: Sanctuary Hills
Summary: After Danse speaks to Nora about helping her with her duties as a Minuteman.


What: Danse is ready at the crack of dawn, and seeing he was not the best sleeper, he was well ready long before hand. And with a good supply of fusion cell ammo for his laser rifle, and his X-01 power armor that is always well maintained, Danse was just waiting to hear where it is both he and Nora would go. And like a good soldier he is standing there besides his defense post keeping watch over the settlers who have long since retired for the night.

It is a peaceful night without a drop of neither rain nor one of the famous radioactive storms that blew in from the Glowing Sea. And as he waits, Danse looses himself to the twangy sound of Johnny Cash singing about those Folsom Prison Blues that play on his radio. And as quiet and normally unnerving a night like this is, Danse seems to welcome in. He can allow himself sometime with his own thoughts, and allow himself to try to figure out everything that has happened to him since his banishment from The Brotherhood of Steel. And if he is to keep his sanity, Danse needs not only to keep his mind busy but also to try to figure out this new life as a synth out.

So there, he stands without his helmet on at the Sanctuary Sign like he promised. "Now watch this be a day where Garvey doesn't have work for her to do." He mutters aloud to himself, and he cracks the knuckles of his power armor.

Comments

[pistol_packin_mama]

Nora spent a good solid section of her time since waking trying to decide whether or not to suit up in her own X-01 power armor - the hot pink one - her favourite. Sanctuary has amassed quite a collection of power armor thanks to Nora and her light fingered ways. There is one suit of armor she flat out refuses to wear though. The BOS Paladin armor so kindly given to her by Elder Maxson before the interior of the metal had even cooled from Danse's departure. She had worn it exactly once - and that was to transport it from the Prydwen to Sanctuary where it had since stood in the corner of the makeshift garage she had constructed.

Eventually she makes her way towards the sign with her backpack of supplies, weapons and no power armor. Dogmeat trails behind at her heels.

"A day where Garvey has no work for me? What kind of fantasy land are you living in, Danse?" She smiles as she approaches him.

[pistol_packin_mama]

Nora continues to fire at the wounded, ferocious beast, trying to slow it down, to put it down for good. While killing things isn't exactly her idea of a good time, leaving a beast wounded and in pain is far worse.

"At least yao guais haven't mastered the art of throwing boulders yet," she says from her relatively protected spot. Although thinking about behemoths reminds her of their mission to Fort Strong together. Her first time in a Vertibird. It was so exhilarating. And using the mini-gun? Pure joy.

Another few shots and the beast drops to the ground, grunting in pain. She risks taking a few steps closer so she can put a bullet in it's head at close range.

[pistol_packin_mama]

'Under his command'? Last time she checked she was a Paladin too - not that she's entirely sure how that happened to be honest. After all, she defied Maxson's order to execute Danse. She disagrees with much of the Brotherhood's ethos. She's buddies with all kinds of synths, ghouls, and super mutants. Oh, and she totally works for the Railroad helping said synths. She's hardly the typical Brotherhood Paladin, that's for sure. To this day she's still not sure exactly why Maxson promoted her instead of booting her out.

Still, better to have the Brotherhood on side than not.

The explosion, followed by the shower of flailing ghoul corpses would probably be comical in any other situation, but the fact the glowing one is still shambling towards them keeps Nora's humour at bay. It just shows how rotted and feral the ghouls really are, even half dead and broken they still mindlessly attack even though death is inevitable.

Being the kind soul that she is, she gives Danse the pleasure of putting down the beast for good - after all, she knows how much he loves shooting ghouls.

"Now that's what I call a good day's work... We should head back and give them the good news."