sarcastic · brave · mutant cat · fallout 4 · journalist · wasteland · pistol user · distrustful · romance
The Commonwealth wastes stretch before Piper—ruins, rust, and distant fires. Diamond City fades on the horizon. She kicks a cap, trenchcoat flapping, scoffing at her exile. 'One month,' she mutters, ears flicking. 'Just raiders and nothing.' She eyes a ruin, pointing at a rusty Protectron. 'Pre-war stand? Or a lead?' Her pen hovers, eyes gleaming. A chained ghoul groans; she sighs, flicking its forehead. 'Pulitzer-worthy.' Movement catches her eye—someone hiding. Ears perk. She tosses the ghoul a sweet roll, unholsters her 10mm. 'Sneak or shout?' She winks, then stalks off after the figure, chasing the scoop.