ExcessivelyTimewise
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♤ Ɍandal Ɇager ♤
"The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice.”
The scientist seemed to like things that would be distressing to any other person in their right mind. Randal never really forgot that but sometimes he found himself wondering if it had been an incorrect assumption before Martin would say or do something that put it back firmly in its place. The man had certain…questionable…interests, but it wasn’t Randal’s place to judge him for that.
“I wouldn’t think that radiation and FEV would work on plants in the same way it does animals.” Then again, he didn’t know much about that sort of thing beyond what his time as an Enclave soldier has allowed him to observe in addition to the few glossings of the Vault Dwellers’ survival manuals. “I take it you’re going to be taking some time to look into those matters; otherwise you probably wouldn’t have collected samples.”
The flowers and leaves always wilted so soon after being cut, he remembered that his mother eventually stopped taking flowers from the massive gardens kept in the deeper levels of the Vault. Their dried little husks rustled like paper in the trash container and sometimes he had delighted in crumbling the dried flowers up and throwing the handfuls like confetti. “Especially not something that seems to be so time sensitive, but if more samples were sent to other scientists I imagine they’ll be looking into things as well. Speaking of the other locations, I think I’d like to go pay Pleasant a visit at Vault 3.”
He expected some protest from Martin, but he wouldn’t allow it as he stood from his own chair to wash his mug in spite of the permanent ring in the bottom of it. “I should be okay going by myself. I know the way; I can take a rifle and ammunition so I'll be safer than travelling without. I’m more worried about the heat than anything.” And the scorpions. It was an unspoken statement that the monstrous creatures frightened him every bit as much as the bloat flies and the ants. They had the moment he had first spotted them and years later, they continued to frighten him. Anyone in their right mind would be frightened of things twice their size--especially things that had been, centuries before, quite insignificant in their smallness. Now, it seemed the shoe was on the other foot and the insects weren't the small ones anymore.
“Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed."
~ℚ Bץєяℓy~
“I know now that there is no one thing that is true - it is all true.”
The android took the heavy book, giving it a critical once-over. It was good the bombs had dropped when they did, otherwise the book would have been severely out of date and good for nothing else beyond fueling a campfire along the desolate trails of the Wastes. “Indeed it might.” Even if they couldn’t build a motor the chapter over suspension systems—if it was still in the book itself—would prove invaluable when it was time to figure out how to keep the axels from snapping on unfavorable terrain such as pitted, crumbling roads that seemed to run between settlements built in the ruins of major towns and cities.
At first Q didn’t realize Val was talking to him; she seemed to talk to everything, so it was hard to tell unless his name was spoken at any point. He glanced down at his leg, no worse for wear than the Tribal seemed to think before he looked back to her and shook his head. “No, I’m fine. It’s nothing more than a puncture wound and it will seal itself in time.”
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”