Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20200102024533/@comment-3293219-20200114002404

(Just for clarification's sake, this takes place before he assassinated President Dave)

This court... So contemptible. The idea of a King on American soil was such a slap in the face to anyone who knew why this land was here, what those stars and stripes meant. Normally, Hamilton would approve. Giving those patriotic losers something to cry about but sadly, this novelty wasn’t worth the insult that it brought to the Wasteland. Look at Tenpenny Tower... Formerly a haven for civilized folk, now reduced to a medieval fair, that hasn’t had the good grace to simply fuck off. It sickened him, right to his core. The knowledge that his sweet was probably a pig farm now or a bridal sweet for newlywed cousins. Hamilton was to step out tomorrow, to make his way to the Republic of Dave, to assassinate El Presidente himself. Assassinating a president... That was new, that was somewhat special. Sure he was an ass, who just made himself president but he was elected and idiots followed him, like he was worth a shit. So yeah, he was a president and tomorrow, Hamilton will John Wilkes Booth him, all over the dusty shack floor. The thought of it excited him, not much but it was some mild stimulation. Setting things into motion and starting off a war. There was a German fellah, who did something similar, in World War 1... That war seemed even more pointless than the third one to Hamilton. As Hamilton chewed through the grit, floating in his coffee, he began to slowly eye the area around him, wondering what he could observe. He somehow got more than he bargained for as he observed a child, staring straight at him. The child was a boy, in smart clothing. Not just smart, like those clean park stroller outfits, they wore in Tenpenny before it went to shit... it was really smart. Black waistcoat, stockings and a cravat of all things. Something that Hamilton had never seen on a human being before, outside of the odd photograph. This nineteenth century boy continued to stare, somewhat suspiciously at Hamilton and the former Slaver found himself staring back, almost as if hypnotised. As he looked at the boy, he began to take in some of his details. His neat, yet short hair, clung tightly around his head. As if it was painted on, like a wooden doll. His eyes were somewhat intense as if there was a lot going on behind them and yet, they rested at the center of a busted pilot light expression. It baffled him, that it took so long to notice but there was one detail about the boy that was most peculiar. On either side of his forehead, one could clearly see square metalic clamps, with torn wires protruding out of them. Wires coloured red, green and blue, with the bare copper exposed at the end of them. As Hamilton gazed into the child’s eyes, he felt a very similar feeling to... The Psycho waves, pulsing inside his head... That old commie bitch... That poster boy, who captured him... The fucking numbers! As his thoughts went to them, they began sounding off in his head. His gaze began to grow a red tint as he found himself growing a colossal headache. His memories played before his eyes, like someone was swiping through them, sampling bits of them before casting them aside. His entire life reduced to a highlight reel of pain, frustration, anger, food, Morgan Jones, fluorescent lights, Mom’s cooking, intense desert winds, Callaghan, gunpowder, chalk, burning flesh, Clover’s orgasms turning to horrified screams as he went from kissing her neck to tearing it open, canned pork, cuts on knuckles, salt in wounds, fucking tight spaces, Rook’s murderous gaze, Manhattan in flames, Rook turns to Shrike and tosses his own head at Hamilton’s feet, warm porridge turns to vomit, tender kisses turn to raw flesh, laughter turns to tears and life becomes death. Hetti dissolves into a bloody mess, in his hands, all over again. That is when he broke free. Hamilton screamed, casting his arms to his sides and breaking free from the spell. His table and cup go flying as he catches his breath, sweat crawling down his back, skin pale as snow and just as numb as a cold winter’s day. His head spins but his rage keeps him conscious as he lunges forward, ready to snatch this little demon and make him pay. However, he quickly notices that the boy looks almost as distressed as he does, holding his head and stumbling about. The boy looked like Hamilton felt. “You little bastard! The fuck did you do to me!?” Hamilton’s anger was beyond his control, it felt more like panic than anything as he was more interested in answers than exacting revenge on this little shit. Well, for now he was... At this point, an elderly man shuffled out of, what used to be, the Doctor’s office. His hands are raised as he gently gestures for Hamilton to calm. “O-Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry about all of this sir!” The Elder said, he too was dressed rather formerly... overly formal, identical to the kid in term of style but his outfit looked a lot more comfortable. “I hope my boy didn’t cause you too much distress, with his... abilities.” “Abilities!? What the fuck is he!?” The boy winced, hiding behind the elder and clutching his clothes. He seemed legitimately terrified of Hamilton, looked like the Devil... had his aura, had his mind. “He’s... Unique, in the sense that his neural enhancements have made him telepathic. Among other things... Has he been in your head?” The Elder stepped forward, trying to touch Hamilton’s forehead but getting a tight snatching of his wrist, as the slaver stared deeply into his eyes. “P-Please Sir, I only wish to help you... You look like you’re about to faint! Come with me and we’ll lie you down, make sure that your brain isn’t haemorrhaging.” Hamilton sighed, glancing to the kid, with a look of pure disdain. “Keep that thing away from me.” “Oh but of course! Of Course! You’ve been through enough...” The Elder turned to his Son, patting him on the shoulder, ending on a rather firm grip. “Prepare my court, it’s unlikely but we should be ready for the worst.” “Your court?” Hamilton sighed, glancing around. “This fucking place...” “Quite.” The Elder nodded, looking around. “I’m this community’s Doctor and Chief Scientist, though my official title is ‘Court Wizard.’ A title that I rather like as it gives my job some flair.” The elder looked good for his age, not young but the wrinkles were seemingly at a minimum and he had his beard trimmed to a fine goatee, somewhat like Hamilton’s but far more streamlined. His hair was cut into a rather basic but neat style and he looked like he had stepped out of the Victorian age, in all aspects. “Jacob Black, is my name... and you are?” Hamilton just glared as the Elder extended his hand, he had no desire to shake it. “Please... Humour me, I’m testing to make sure that you remember your own name.” “Hamilton.” The slaver-come Assassin said, bluntly. He didn’t shake his hand. “I say... You must have seen some ghoulish things, if you were able to mute my boy like that.” Jacob observed, glancing back into the room, where the boy just stood, processing the nightmare fuel that was contained in Hamilton’s brain. “You see, Shaun? This is why we don’t gaze into the minds of strangers, not only is it rude but it could potentially hurt the both of you.” “I... I’m sorry sir.” Shaun murmured, bringing his hands together, nervously. “Couldn’t help myself, Sir. It was the numbers...” “Numbers?” Hamilton asked, picking up on it, almost instantly. “You... Heard them too?” “Yes! I heard them as I passed you and then you started staring at me...” “I was startled, you just... appeared in front of me.” “I was startled, you just looked up.” Jacob was seemingly fascinated by the whole thing, leaning back against his desk. “These... Numbers, do you remember what they were? What they sounded like?” “One of them old world phone ladies, listing them off... it was creepy, I’d hate to have to listen to it on loop, like he has to.” “I haven’t had that problem in a few years, thanks to the last person who fucked around with my head. Not until you brought them back and the meaningless drivel started again.” “The longer I looked, the more it burned... brighter, caused my head to hurt... They’re not meaningless, I know that much.” Hamilton found himself catching the boy’s eye as he said that... what did the little shitter mean? “You know their meaning?” “Yeah... They’re... Chinese coordinates.” He turned, looking to Jacob as if he wanted backup, explaining this. “You know? The Chinese version of global positioning?” Jacob seemed to come to life at that, a slight smile grew on his face as he rose to his feet, looking around at the binders on his desk. “The Chinese just use GPS, like everyone else and they aren’t GPS coordinates.” “Ah but that’s where you’re wrong, Dear Boy!” Jacob corrected, thumbing through a binder. “The Chinese, you see, invented a system of their own for the use of their intelligence service. Every location had a number, going from the country identifier, to the state or province and going as close as the exact building that they needed. Tell me Shaun, what were the numbers, in Mr Hamilton’s head?” Hamilton just found himself watching this unfold, wondering if answers would await him in this place... or maybe something a little more valuable, like prewar treasure. “Somewhere in Boston? Erm... Ended with a Foxtrot.” “Ah... Aha! I believe that it’s directing you to... Parson’s State Insane Asylum!” Jacob observed, realising what he said, he couldn’t help but crack up a little at that. “Someone or something, reckons that you belong in the loony bin.” “Someone or something can fuck off.” Hamilton said, firmly. “Drove me mad, after two years for that shit punchline?” “Hmm... That would be unfortunate.” Jacob agreed, eyeing the place further. “I’m not sure that’s what’s going on though... I believe that, whatever it is... awaits you there.” “Well, maybe someday I can visit it... For now, I couldn’t give less of a shit.” “A pity.” Jacob sighed, scratching his head. “It wouldn’t have been a bad trip for my boy and I but we wouldn’t want to go too far from my Daughter, Miriam. I doubt that the Wasteland could survive her being left in it, unchecked.” “It’d probably eat her up, without hassle.” Hamilton shrugged, indifferently as he took a seat on the bed. “Not likely Sir... She’s like you.” Shaun said, catching Hamilton’s eye. “I saw what you did, to that woman... The one that you were naked with... You tore...” “Shaun, the gentleman’s business isn’t yours! Do not think for a second that I’m going to ignore this, you’ve invaded this man’s privacy and caused him physical harm. You are lucky, that he hasn’t seen fit as to return the favour with violence!” “Jury is still out on that one...” Hamilton grumbled. In truth, he was too weak to happily start a fight right now. He’d been through worse but he couldn’t remember when. “Given that the information that you gave me was... useful and that this whole thing was an accident, I’d be willing to keep it to myself. Provided that the boy forgets everything that he saw, in my head.” “He won’t tell another soul, trust me on that. I’ve never believed in that ‘boys will be boys’ foolishness. There will be consequences, I assure you.” “I don’t really care. If he does it a second time, there won’t be a third.” Hamilton informed them as the two of them glared at the child. “I’m... Sorry...” “Should be.” Hamilton grumbled rolling his shoulder back. “I wouldn’t advise walking yet, your system is still shot.” Jacob observed. “Please, stay and...” “I have a job to do, first thing tomorrow morning.” “Hmm... I see. Well, you should be well enough by then, provided that you get plenty of rest.” Jacob assured him, giving a rather warmly smug grin as he rocked on his heels, laughing faintly behind a closed mouth. “Hopefully, we’ll see you again.” There was no sincerity in those words, Hamilton didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that. Both Mr and Master Black were keen to see the back of the former Vault Dweller and he would admit, that the feeling was mutual.