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Elysia Sykes


Elysia looked at the soldier, who was now waiting for instead of proceeding on his journey. How kind of him, she thought sarcastically, although she did feel a modicum of genuine appreciation for his action, even if it was a calculated measure.

He was, essentially, beckoning her to leave this building and the unconscious bandit, but Elysia wasn’t quite as willing to leave this bandit alone as the soldier was. After all, the bandit would, most likely, wake up and vow revenge sooner or later. What was that thing her mom used to say? ‘A stitch in time saves nine’, that was it. Except now the stitch was this goon laying here before her and the nine other stitches were the bullets this thug would shoot at her.

Elysia quickly mused over her options. She didn’t particularly want to kill this guy, her mind recalling her experience the last time she had to grapple with taking another human’s life. She thought of taking all his weapons or ammunition, but dismissed it, as she wasn’t particularly fond of being breaking her back anytime soon. She thought of her remaining options, and, noting how she hadn’t seen any sort of rope within the bandit’s backpack, she finally decided it would be easiest to leave him, as dangerous as it was.

Elysia stepped over the body as she continued down the stairs. She gripped her weapon tighter as she made her way down, soon reaching her new companion. She gave a cursory glance back at the thief before she reached the exit of the building.

“Let's go,” she uttered as she passed the soldier, “you gotta find your Vertibird, don’t you?” Elysia continued down until she stood by the door to the building. She stared at the dusty and rust-worn apparatus of the door. She pushed on the panel gently, the door giving a loud CREEEEAK as it opened. The gloomy light of the wasteland greeted her as she stepped outside. She felt a light breeze envelop her from the east as she looked around at the decrepit husks of metal and concrete that surrounded her.

In all that commotion, she forgot where the Vertibird had actually crashed. Elysia looked back at the soldier, holding the door. “Lead the way, friend,” she offered, her smile obscured by the fabric of her mask. She figured it would aid her in the long run if she was nice to this soldier. At the very least, it would lower the chances of being captured herself. She glanced once more at the wasteland around her, wary of any movement. She hoped those Super mutants weren’t a curious bunch.
Sempra-Tor works in mysterious ways, my brother.

I actually just wanted to roleplay an old hermit.
@WilsonTurner

Young people are boooooooooooring.




@The Omnipotent Sphere

The Codex said that Satan's uprising forced Sempra-Tor's hand, which I assume would mean that it forced him to act by selecting more immortals, but wasn't the first time he selected immortals. As stated in the Codex,

Not all immortals have been around since the dawn of humanity


By this statement, I inferred that although not all immortals have been around since the conception of the human race, some would have been selected in times before civilization.

If we were to interpret each part of the Codex independently, couldn't we assume that if,

Sempra-Tor had carefully watched humanity for three years, selecting individuals that showed certain traits needed to defeat Satan


Then wouldn't only people selected after those three years be immortals?
Working on CS.
<Snipped quote by Zaresto>

What's a Maymay folder?


The folder where you put your dank maymays that you have amassed over your many years as a f'dora tipping neckbeard.
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