aeons_crackshot

AU OOM :Test drive 18 year old Annabelle.

2013-03-15T18:29:11Z

The Annabelle Newfield that stumbles into Milliways is not the Annabelle the patrons are used to. This Annabelle is 18 years old and has just, barely, survived having her brain highjacked by a no good bastard of a psychic in Cuba.

Calling her psyche a mess at this point is an understatement. Metaphysically speaking, she's crisscrossed with open, bleeding wounds. (That tends to happen when you battle mind to mind with a psychic employing brute force to puppeteer your body that doesn't particularly care if you're even alive after they're finished with you.)

But this is not the main problem. The REAL problem is that Milliways does not allow two versions of the same person to exist in the Bar at the same time. Reality shuffles itself like a deck of cards and the 'new' Annabelle gets slammed with a whole different set of 28 years worth of memories as the 'old' Annabelle ceases to exist.

Memories that don't settle properly thanks to the mess her psyche is at the moment. Oh, they're probably in there to be found.....somewhere, eventually.......maybe. Damn it.

Annabelle looks around the Bar, too shocked and disoriented to even swear for the moment.

comments

Skyrim AU: Before the Storm/Dragon Rising.

2013-02-21T18:16:50Z

Lucan Valerious was MOST pleased to get his shiny, gold, good luck charm back. (Camilla is, understandably, far more interested in Einar than in Ann.) Even after splitting the reward with Einar, she's got enough septims on hand to resupply properly!

A good set of leather armor, a set of clothes, camping and survival gear, food supplies, a steel dagger and a steel sword, arrows, and the ingredients for a few simple potions put her back where she was with regard to kit before that damn Argonian betrayed her.

Feeling much better about the world now that she's properly prepared to face it, Ann whistles cheerfully as they set out toward Whiterun.

The trip to Whiterun is mostly uneventful, although there is an odd sense of....nervousness in many of the folks they pass on the road. The War, maybe? Ann certainly couldn't say.

The Walls of Whiterun stand high and proud, but even though it's daylight the gates are shut. That's....not right. The two are stopped by a pair of guards wearing the colors of the Hold. "Sorry, but the Jarl isn't allowing just anyone into the city right now. The Dragon attacks have made people very nervous and he doesn't want to start a real panic."

Ann stares at the guard as if he's just announced the sky is red. "I'm sorry, but did you just say DRAGON attacks?!"

comments

Skyrim AU: Bleak Falls Barrow

2012-12-06T04:22:05Z

There have been many bad days in the course of Ann Abel's (usually parsed by non Khajiit as Annabelle) life.

The day when she came home from trapping rabbits at age 12 to find her entire family murdered by bandits, the days not too many moons later when she nearly died in the badlands of Elsweyr before she was found and adopted by a band of Khajiit.

Today....today is shaping up to be in a high position on that list of bad days. Her "partner" of these many months, someone she truly believed was trustworthy, proved otherwise. Why else would he drug her, strip her of literally everything that she had to her name, and leave her in a Divines damned CRYPT? She is NEVER working with an Argonian again! Even the worst sugar-tooth among the Khajitt would have had the decency to slit her throat rather than leaving her here to die of deprivation or being eaten alive by the crypt's inhabitants.

Bastard's probably well on his way to Cyrodiil by now.

But she's never been the kind to give in to despair, even if she is naked and unarmed in the midst of the enemy. Well, she WAS unarmed. Turns out you can, with difficulty, bludgeon a draugr to death with a funeral urn. That kill netted her a bow and a quiver full of arrows. The clothes on the draugr, alas, fell to pieces as soon as she tried to get them off. (Fabric doesn't hold up too well over the centuries, it seems.)

She'd experiment with spider webs as clothing, but they might cause a fatal delay in her reactions thank to their stickiness....

comments

Fallout New Vegas AU

2012-07-08T18:52:20Z

3 years, 2 months and 10 days.

That's how long it's been since Annabelle came home to find the ruins of her family's caravan and her mother's body.

Long years, hard years, but she's managed to survive. She's running low on ammunition and lower still on food, which is why she's hunting geckos in the fading light of the evening.

Her trusty cowboy repeater is aimed at a very nice specimen. If it just comes a little closer......

comments

OOM: Waiting for Tanya

2012-02-13T06:14:02Z

Annabelle will firmly deny that she's been anxious since she and Tanya parted.

(Trying not to think about losing Tanya. Losing her best friend. Trying not to think of all the ways that things could go horribly, horribly wrong.)

It's gotten bad enough that she's been pacing the floor of her room for the last hour like an animal trapped in a cage.....

comments

AU Fallout: New Vegas ficlet thingy

2011-12-25T02:31:37Z

Who would have guessed that infiltrating the White Gloves Society would involve old world dress clothes?

Annabelle eyes the garment she's already wearing. "Right, I think I'm ready for the dress now."

Beep Whir Beep BEEP Bip.

Annabelle glanced at the Eye-Bot. "What do you mean this IS the dress?"

Beep beep Whir Whir whir.

"I'm just saying that I don't think you were programmed with data on pre-war fashion, ED-E."

BEEP WHIR BEEEEEEP.

Annabelle sighed, glancing around the her room in the Lucky 38. Arcade was down at the Fort, and Cass....well, Cass was probably entertaining herself with that greeter from the TOPS. That left Boone as her only backup in this argument.

Annabelle leaned most of the way out of her door. "Boone! Will you tell ED-E that this is not a dress? Please?"

comments