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Vinny’s eyes catch Arcade as soon as he walks into the gate of New Vegas. It’s not hard to pick the man out of the crowd, with his golden hair and tall stature. Even before he lifts his hand in a slight wave, those cool eyes land on him. Though it’s not long before his eyes land on someone else...

They managed to arrive in Freeside just as the noon sun begins to burn high up in sky (despite the frequent stops that the Follower needed to take). With time slowly creeping forwards, the heat also begins to rise during the days. Vulpes knows this time within a few months the heat will be...

Vulpes doesn’t bother to explain that he had meant spiders being caught in their own webs as an example of a bad liar. He was well aware of the the story with Minerva (or Athena he supposed) and Arachne. Instead he keeps silent, focusing on the horizon. He doesn’t see any pinpricks of artificial...

“That is acceptable.” The frumentarius agreed easily enough to Arcade’s need to be taught how to wear a wig. Vulpes had assumed on some level that he would need to teach the Follower some things in order to better prepare for taking on the role. Truthfully it felt no different than teaching a...

“No, I suppose we don’t have to go together as a pair. Though it would be helpful for the both of us to be able to go places that regular gamblers cannot.” He pursed his lips, but ultimately found that being a gambler would be the simplest identity. It would also be one to draw the least...

A small tilt of his head, Vulpes regarded Arcade with a single slightly arched brow. The Doctor seemed surprisingly willing to accept the cover as a potential prostitute. Despite the danger that Clanden potentially posed. Either foolishness or confidence in his abilities. The frumentarius...

The frumentarius still doesn’t make a campfire, he doesn’t know if the guards are still searching and he doesn’t want to give them a smoke trail to follow. Instead, he simply sits down cross-legged on the ground. Despite seeming to be ‘at rest’ he is definitely not ‘at ease’ with the way his...

There is some hesitation before the sound of the weapon goes off. Perhaps it was nerves, or perhaps the researcher and Arcade had been talking, Vulpes thought he heard some murmuring. The frumentarius knew better than to think they were conspiring together behind his own back as well. Of course...

Vulpes scoffed at Arcade’s initial disbelief that someone could be so ignorant. While it was true that energy weapons weren’t rare by any means, they still weren’t common by any stretch of the imagination. The frumentarius doubted the Omertas splurged costs on guards that were actually...

The researcher finally gives in. The compromise is not one that Vulpes likes, as he would have to go back to that infernal den of iniquity that was Gomorrah. Though if it allows the most prominent mind working on the project to be an accomplice to their sabotage plan then the frumentarius knew...

Family. Oh how many times Vulpes had used the same tactic to get lesser men and women to cooperate with him. Someone who wouldn’t be willing to part with information Vulpes wanted to know? Perhaps some mention of their spouse and children, mother, and father. It was child’s play to speak their...

The Follower had managed to keep control of the hostage. It was at least one thing that had managed to go right on this mess of an infiltration mission. Vulpes wasn’t sure how long they had until the other guards returned from their search. This information needed to be extracted quickly...

Vulpes paused his own movements as Arcade steps on a metal tile that creaks under his weight. He narrows his eyes and bites down a growl of irritation as a voice from deeper inside the building calls out to them. He throws a look over his shoulder as the shadow of the Doctor moves and he finds...

Creeping through the undergrowth, he eventually sees the eyesore that is the Doctor’s terrible coat. (Terrible in the fact that it is such a stark contrast against the darkness of night.) Vulpes is slightly curious of how he managed not to get caught, though he reminds himself that Arcade does...

Vulpes knew the dogs alerting others was a very high probability, but the risk was necessary in his opinion. The dogs were trained well. Unfortunately for them. One was alert enough to have gone after the disturbance of Vulpes’ distraction and to investigate, while the others had remained steady...

Dogs. Vulpes was familiar with them of course, he used them often for his own missions. They were useful beasts when trained right. Antony the Houndmaster, skilled if a bit over affectionate towards the creatures- though he trained them well. Being familiar with them, Vulpes knew when he caught...

The frumentarius doesn’t acknowledge verbally if he has made the other man uncomfortable. Instead he scoffs slightly when Arcade speaks. “Doctor Gannon, I agreed that I would not simply just burn this place down. I agreed that we must destroy the research here so that any future attempts may not...

Behind the lenses Vulpes watches the instinctual response that jolts through the other man as he approaches. When he gets close enough, he can see the tension is there in his body, and his hand seems to gravitate towards his weapon. Though once Vulpes speaks, that tension seems to disappear...

Vulpes continues their travel in silence, the roads were empty- the only sounds was of their boots against the asphalt and the winds fluttering across the sands. The fox had nothing he had wanted to say to the Follower, and as such only spoke if he heard an enemy in the distance. Though with the...

“Would it matter if I was?” Vulpes responds, a question with a question. His gaze is artfully curated to remain completely and utterly inscrutable. Attempting to identify his true thoughts behind that unyielding countenance would be an effort in futility, like drawing blood from a stone. “Would...