[ OOC: Reminder for new CR/assumed CR- I am A-OK with assuming your character has seen Deacon around the convoy for ease of working together in a mission, however I am deliberately keeping track of who Deacon introduces himself to as well as how, and he has not yet given a name to anyone outside of FO4 cast mates. Your character will not know him by name. ]
---Broken Shield // Night Shift
Deacon has always been practically nocturnal, but with the loss of the convoy's shield system, he's doing his part to keep watch. The sunroof of his vehicle is propped open and Deacon sits with his feet dangling through it, his gun resting in his lap as he watches out over the perimeter. He's incredibly quiet up there, and there's no telling how he manages to see anything at night with a pair of sunglasses on, but he's used to it, and somehow still at his observational best.
If anyone from the convoy approaches from behind, he'll hear them coming, spinning with his gun ready just in case a husk has managed to slip by, but never pointing his weapon until he's confirmed what's made the sound. Otherwise, he faces out across the landscape. Anything within range of his sight is used for target-practice, taken down before it's given the chance to test it's mettle. He's a great shot at long-range.
"Oooh," he mutters after taking another stray monster down, "Three more points and I think I've earned myself a smoke."
---Power Plant Approach // Don't Fall
Back home, water like this, specifically one boasting to be the home of a power plant, generally meant radiation and mirelurks (mutated crabs the size of humans that simply chew through ammo). Deacon is on high alert, chewing his own lower lip as he steps onto the bridge with a light foot. This is way more exposed than he's comfortable being... and his weapon will get absolutely waterlogged the moment it gets wet, so he's doing his absolute damndest not to.
The floating creatures are not exactly what he expected to see, but it's clear that they're a threat the moment he's forced to dodge a barb shot in his and his comrades' direction as well as a ray of bubbles. He's not certain what those do, but he's not risking it.
"Aw, come on-- I didn't bring my fishing gear!" he shouts, lining up a shot, "Think they sound like a popping balloon when they get hit?!?"
---Power Plant Exploration // Regrets? A Few.
The halls of the power plant bring way more comfort to Deacon than they should by any means, but given his distaste for wide-open spaces and his preference for shadowy corners, he's way more in his element. At least, so much can be said before something strange seems to ripple in the reflections of the water at his feet.
For some, one might find reflections of the man above, just sporting an utterly insane haircut (everything from mullets to mohawks and in-between, in just about every color). For others, the reflection of what seems to be a different person entirely (always wearing sunglasses). Each time, he'll attempt to kick it with his foot to wash it away, laughing it off before moving past it along the corridor.
"Sheesh, I really should've checked my reflection before heading out this morning."
---Power Plant Exploration // Bone-Zone
"Love what you've done with the place." He quips as he takes in the collection of bones piled throughout the room. "It's missing something, though. Maybe a cross stitch for the wall that says 'Bone Sweet Bone'..." he pauses, "Bome?? I'll workshop it."
Hopefully whatever is responsible for this pile doesn't come to defend it, but for now, Deacon is just using those observational skills of his to spot whatever piece it is they're looking for.
Deacon | Fallout 4 | Fae
---Broken Shield // Night Shift
Deacon has always been practically nocturnal, but with the loss of the convoy's shield system, he's doing his part to keep watch. The sunroof of his vehicle is propped open and Deacon sits with his feet dangling through it, his gun resting in his lap as he watches out over the perimeter. He's incredibly quiet up there, and there's no telling how he manages to see anything at night with a pair of sunglasses on, but he's used to it, and somehow still at his observational best.
If anyone from the convoy approaches from behind, he'll hear them coming, spinning with his gun ready just in case a husk has managed to slip by, but never pointing his weapon until he's confirmed what's made the sound. Otherwise, he faces out across the landscape. Anything within range of his sight is used for target-practice, taken down before it's given the chance to test it's mettle. He's a great shot at long-range.
"Oooh," he mutters after taking another stray monster down, "Three more points and I think I've earned myself a smoke."
---Power Plant Approach // Don't Fall
Back home, water like this, specifically one boasting to be the home of a power plant, generally meant radiation and mirelurks (mutated crabs the size of humans that simply chew through ammo). Deacon is on high alert, chewing his own lower lip as he steps onto the bridge with a light foot. This is way more exposed than he's comfortable being... and his weapon will get absolutely waterlogged the moment it gets wet, so he's doing his absolute damndest not to.
The floating creatures are not exactly what he expected to see, but it's clear that they're a threat the moment he's forced to dodge a barb shot in his and his comrades' direction as well as a ray of bubbles. He's not certain what those do, but he's not risking it.
"Aw, come on-- I didn't bring my fishing gear!" he shouts, lining up a shot, "Think they sound like a popping balloon when they get hit?!?"
---Power Plant Exploration // Regrets? A Few.
The halls of the power plant bring way more comfort to Deacon than they should by any means, but given his distaste for wide-open spaces and his preference for shadowy corners, he's way more in his element. At least, so much can be said before something strange seems to ripple in the reflections of the water at his feet.
For some, one might find reflections of the man above, just sporting an utterly insane haircut (everything from mullets to mohawks and in-between, in just about every color). For others, the reflection of what seems to be a different person entirely (always wearing sunglasses). Each time, he'll attempt to kick it with his foot to wash it away, laughing it off before moving past it along the corridor.
"Sheesh, I really should've checked my reflection before heading out this morning."
---Power Plant Exploration // Bone-Zone
"Love what you've done with the place." He quips as he takes in the collection of bones piled throughout the room. "It's missing something, though. Maybe a cross stitch for the wall that says 'Bone Sweet Bone'..." he pauses, "Bome?? I'll workshop it."
Hopefully whatever is responsible for this pile doesn't come to defend it, but for now, Deacon is just using those observational skills of his to spot whatever piece it is they're looking for.