Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191116230823/@comment-5543592-20191127183635

Josey was not of a mind with Cheyenne. The less creepy religious stuff, the better.

They rounded the base of Fallingwater, crossing the stream on raising stepping stones, to the stairs that led up into the house.

To their surprise, there was a woman there. She was tall, muscular, with bronzed skin. Her chin was proud, with broad cheekbones, wholly attractive features, but mature. They could place her at about her mid-thirties. Her light brown hair was tied back in a pony tail. She seemed strangely familiar to them, particularly the dim emerald color of her eyes.

She sat at the bottom of the stairs. There was an assault rifle across he lap and an open suit of power armor to her right. She wore recon armor--the jumpsuit with ballistic plates attached, designed for use with power armor.

"Afternoon." She greeted them. her accent placing her as from the midwest. She leaned forwards, over her knees, the rifle falling ever so slightly as to be pointed in their direction. "Tourists, are we?"