We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
Post by Nathan Walker on May 21, 2022 16:39:58 GMT -5
Nathan continued the walk in silence until they reached the trail head, though he would give a polite nod to the people he passed heading back to his truck. He would follow Butch back as they went, making sure to match where she was walking and to take heed when she stopped to check the way as she was the local area expert compared to him.
As they got closer and closer to the civilized portion of the park, Nathan made sure that his handgun was hidden under his jacket. Not that he was concerned with being armed in a public place, especially given their location, but he preferred not to advertise his capabilities and instead sought to just blend with the masses of people heading back to their vehicles to return back to their day to day lives.
As he walked though, Nathan’s mind went back to his and Butch’s earlier conversation. Robert Cassidy. He made a mental note to check in with one of the guys he knew back at the main NEST base before he had been transferred to Omega once he was clear and on the road. If he had just ran into the daughter of the man he had replaced at NEST, then he needed to alert someone that she was in the area.
One thing that he had learned before being assigned to NEST was that when someone was killed doing the type of work that people like him did, sometimes members of the family had trouble accepting the official story...
Once they passed onto the asphalt of the parking lot, Nathan turned to his recently acquired traveling partner and gave her a short, friendly smile.
“Well Butch, good luck.”
Last Edit: May 21, 2022 16:40:09 GMT -5 by Nathan Walker
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on May 21, 2022 19:51:35 GMT -5
"Local area expert", had he known her, would've been a misnomer. The woman was always watching and listening, keeping observant despite being more relaxed. Butch combined this with a childhood in the bush, various stints of living rough, and hours of research. Were it a survival situation, Butch would likely make a mistake Diamondback avoided.
When they came to the parking lot, sweating and tired and feet covered in dust, Butch turned to the soldier. As he flashed his smile, she gave hers, and it was as short and friendly as his was. "You too, sir," she said, walking away to rest on a small bench. She rooted around in her hip pack there, pulling out her lunch kit and the Babe Ruth bar inside. Pulling back the foil, she tore a chunk off like it was a piece of jerky, looking quietly into the distance.
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If Butch later saw Diamondback around Jasper, she either didn't recognize him or was brief in doing so. Sometimes she'd look up and wave, but all people in a small country town waved. She might smile politely and excuse herself around Diamondback at the store, but didn't stop to speak. If he ever saw Butch, he'd see a tired woman hurrying from job to job and task to task. Should Diamondback be driving the highways around Vegas and the town, he might spot someone like Butch thumbing for a ride.
When he managed talk to someone that knew Robert Cassidy, Diamondback might learn that the quiet-but-brash, auburn-headed man had a daughter. Diamondback might learn she'd come to Jasper to find out where her father had gone after his bitter divorce. He might learn she'd received Robert's dog tags to remember him by, and an excuse for his death she'd bought hook, line and sinker. And Diamondback might learn she still lived in town, unable to leave the last place Robert called home. He might even learn that her name was Cassandra.
But most people knew her as "Butch", and she was just like the hiker from Humboldt-Toiyabe.