Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20200102024533/@comment-3293219-20200119233041

2278... maybe 77, the dates sort of became liquid at this point. Millions of colours, combining into a putrid brown. Hamilton had been contemplating a lot as he wandered the halls of the museum, eyeing the exhibits with interest. Similar to the Natural History Museum, in DC, with its monument to Paradise Lost. This place had an archive of an ancient story, older than Paradise Lost... The tale of Orpheus, descending into hell to look for his bride. With nothing but his song as his weapon... Hamilton connected with this story as it inspired another masterpiece, that he found himself drawn to as a boy. He continued to look at the final display, impressed by the model work as the shade genuinely looked like she was fading away as the plastic Orpheus looked in horror and Hades stood grinning over her shoulder. He knew, better than most... How simple, yet difficult the urge was, not to look back. Hamilton walked the streets of America, kicking up brimstone and sweating off the fires. It was worse than the depths of Hades, because the fire had long since stopped. When the fire stops, you’re left with smoke and ash and whatever you lost. When the fire stops, you’re left in the dark, with little else but the urge to look around. Co-incidentally... He felt a constant urge to look around as his hick companions slept in the next room. Degenerates, with little identity or purpose. Worse than raiders, scum... too weak to be useful, too evil to overlook. They were beyond contemptible. He had long since lost patience with them as they spoke about women, like they were cattle. They found a camper’s clothes, in an abandoned tent and fought over them, like a pack of animals. Starved of affection, they scratch the surface, desperate for their fix. They had little to no love for eachother, constantly undermining and snapping at eachother’s ankles. Too scared to do anything, to improve their quality of life. Cannot venture or gain, simply stuck in a limbo of their own making. Hamilton didn’t belong with them... He knew that from the start but they did provide safety, with their number. That and some of them might make good travel rations, should it come to it. “H-Hey!” Wimpered their youngest, his shadow blundered into the room as he obstructed Hamilton’s light. “Whatchu doing? You... Okay man?” The youngest was... more interesting. A better man, than the others. Dressing like them, talking like them but not... acting like them. He’d grow quiet, when they got especially disgusting. Something that Hamilton found both interesting and moderately respectable. “I was... Until you came along. What’s up?” “Nothin’... You went missing, is all.” The Young One said, prompting Hamilton to try and remember his name. What would a mother call her third waste of space? Ratface? Dipshit? Retard? “Thought the geeks gotcha.” “Ferals? I’m more likely to get them.” Hamilton shrugged, he was right of course. He hadn’t met a feral that had come close to killing him, given how frail they were and how simple minded they could be. The Boy stepped in, eyeing the shade as she was torn apart. Cloth engulfing her clear head as it seemingly pulled her from her lover’s embrace. “The fuck is this?” “Tells a story...” Hamilton answered, stepping back. “An ancient one, about a man, who descends into hell to find his wife. He finds her but can only leave on one condition... a condition that he doesn’t meet, so he loses her forever.” The boy simply rubbed his eye, most likely still half asleep from all that had happened. “I take it that you like this shit? The... Stories and whatever?” “I grew up with them, yes.” Hamilton answered, truthfully. “A form of escape from a bleak world...” As he spoke, he gestured, with a nod to the next room. A room full of his companions and the other one’s brothers. “They ain’t... That bad.” The Boy answered, rubbing his neck. “They ain’t that good, either.” Hamilton corrected him, not really moved. “Expecting them to pick a side, when they’re so craven is hardly fair.” “You ain’t exactly picked a side either, Mister. You act like yer better but y’ain’t gone are ya?” His droll was starting to bleed through as he got more emotional... Quite endearing. “I am better... Erm...” “Todd.” “Todd. I’m better, because I’m willing to bloody my hands to make a difference. While they fantasize about raping pigs, my former employers way for my return... they’re almost as eager to get me back as your brothers are to get their hands on that sweet, curly tail.” “They’re my kin, you’re talkin’ ‘bout.” “Yet you never join in with them, do you? Surrounded by people, yet alone... I relate to that. You’re quiet, because you have no words for what’s in front of you. Why? You too, are better than them.” “I ain’t... I just... Don’t get why they get like that. That’s all...” “It’s what they are. What they really are... What they’ll amount to being. Spiteful, uncouth, droll... You take the time to ask questions, observe what’s around you. You don’t think so little of people, that you reduce them to mere objects, to be used and cast away. In short: You’re better.” The Boy chuckled, rubbing his neck, the laughter rather nervous. “T-Tell you the truth... I erm... I never liked the kind of girls, that they liked, y’know? Those old pinups... Always so flawless, could never imagine them to be good people.” “They were probably the worst.” “Right? They don’t need to be nice, when everyone does everything for ‘em... So they probably forget.” “An interesting theory... Not entirely wrong either.” “and the way that they talk about that girl, we found... All we found was her clothes and shit, yet they’re already measuring her up.” “If they did anything more than that, I’d kill them.” “If they did anything more than that? They’d... Probably deserve it.” Todd sighed, taking a seat. “I think that women-folk would like ‘em more, if they weren’t so... creepy.” “It’d certainly help their chances... Yes.” Tom agreed, stretching his back as he felt it starting to hurt a little from being slouched. “I mean... At this rate, I’d do the best, outta all of ‘em.” “Which is tragic, given that you’re gay.” “I ain’t!” Todd quickly protested, a little... too quickly. Once he’d managed to force his way out of the shock of being rumbled. “Wh-Why’d you say that!?” “I’ve seen the way that you look at me, I’ve seen it before. It was the look of a degenerate, like your dearest brothers, who saw me the way that they saw that woman, last week.” Todd grumbled, falling silent as he curled his fingers. “I ain’t... Like that...” “Course. If you were, you’d be dead by now.” They both fell silent as Hamilton continued to glare at the exhibit... Due to the light still being tampered with, Hamilton activated his pipboy. “I ain’t... Entirely erm... Well, I ain’t gay, y’know? I like girls... Just... Like guys too.” “Fascinating.” Hamilton said, his voice betraying his disinterest. “Is there a cure for that? Always been... Worried, bout my brothers finding out.” “If they found out, what would happen?” Hamilton asked, glancing over. He knew the answer, of course. Teasing, bullying... maybe even a beating or two. He’d be a lesser from that point onward as the degenerates would finally find a difference to pick on. “Dunno... Don’t wanna know.” Todd admitted, shaking his head. “If you can’t be yourself... Leave. Find peace, elsewhere. I’ll even lead you to the nearest town, so long as you don’t annoy me, along the way.” Todd raised an eyebrow, unsure as to what he should make of that offer. “You... Saying that I should abandon my family?” “No, I’m saying that you can abandon your family. That it’s a more than real option.” “But... They’re kin!” “Exactly. You know eachother through the accident of birth. Not your fault or your problem... They are a springboard, a jumping off point.” ‘You... Seriously see your family that way?” “No. I don’t quite respect them that much.” Hamilton grumbled, prompting an alarm clock to go off, in the next room. It rang, furiously, the bells clanging with an enraged purpose, doing all that it could to give their position away to the entire building. “What the fuck?” Todd whispered, glancing around. “That’s...” “My signal to leave.” Hamilton shrugged, the Ferals would be after those jackasses and he could leave, unscathed. He also didn’t have to leave anything behind and the genepool would be better off for it. “You... YOU did this!?” Todd gasped, he was followed by a chorus of yelling and a few shotgun blasts. Futile attempts to stop the noise, with more noise. “Needed the supplies... Needed a head start. You can get one too, if you follow me. Don’t? You’ll die here... It matters not, either way.” With that, Hamilton stepped out of the fire exit, leaving Todd to make his choice. In truth, Hamilton couldn’t have guessed if Todd would take the opportunity or go and throw his life away, protecting human garbage from their superiors. For once, against all belief. Hamilton was surprised...



Hamilton fought the dusty basin of Evergreen Mills, the sand was kicked up by the winds and assaulted his face, like a small hail of tiny bullets. Fortunately, he had come prepared with a balaclava and goggles. His journey took him through the valley of death, twisted, dripping, gnarled corpses lay strewn over rustic steel girders and propped up with corroding iron sticks. He carefully paced through the basin, crushing rock beneath his feet as he approached the Blood Valkyrie’s base. How many years had it been, since Milo and he fought together? Over a decade? Supposedly, he had risen up the ranks, in a manner similar to Hamilton. From foot soldier to king, he was finally in a place, that accommodated him. Well... Her as she was known now. That was going to take some getting used to. Knowing someone for so long and then waking up one morning, calling them a different name and referring to them as a different gender was... surreal. Wasn’t something hard to adapt to, nor was it something that he was against but Hamilton would take some time adapting. Adaptation was a strong suit of his, strong suit of Milo’s... If anyone was going to provide the manpower needed to stand a chance against Callaghan’s Devil’s Brigade, it was her.