Carlos gave her a small smile back. “Yeah. I, uh… wasn’t aware of how ‘sheltered’ the media back in the vault was. So… it’s been interesting.”
“You’re from a vault? I never knew that.” Kira puts her hands on her hips, looking him over. Though, now his shyness made alot more sense.
“What vault you from Carlos?”
Carlos smiled a little wryly. “What, the Pip-boy didn’t tip you off?” he asked. “Yeah, uh, I’m from Vault 105. I’m actually wearing my vault suit under my flannel shirt here…” He reached up pull back the collars of both his labcoat and flannel to shown the Vault-Boy Blue. “I layer because it’s kinda cold in the Commonwealth.”
“Well, it helps that you pay me,” Carlos joked with a chuckle. “But really, I do appreciate that there’s someone who values old-world knowledge. And when I do find them, I have something new to read when I have some down time myself, so… yeah.
Kira smiles, “That is true. I’m sure that’s a decent incentive…”
Though he seemed appreciative of her ‘hoarding’. Most people found it ‘peculiar’ or ‘messy’. As if collecting them was merely a waste of space.
“I’m glad that you take the time to read them before you bring them to me. At least I know the condition is mostly readable at best.”
Carlos gave her a small smile back. “Yeah. I, uh… wasn’t aware of how ‘sheltered’ the media back in the vault was. So… it’s been interesting.”
Tell my muse what scents yours associates with them.
((That’s so sweet. ❤ Kira for sure smells like old dusty books.))
“That’s not surprising, I hoard large amounts of old books in my home. No doubt that it has clung to me. It’s really nice to know that you think about bringing them to me or not and everything though.”
“Well, it helps that you pay me,” Carlos joked with a chuckle. “But really, I do appreciate that there’s someone who values old-world knowledge. And when I do find them, I have something new to read when I have some down time myself, so… yeah.”
“I met a man named Joe Black today. …I’m not sure I’m ready to meet him again.”
Carlos wondered if that statement begged a response. Maybe the man was just speaking out loud.
“Well… some people are just strange, I guess,” he said, barely sparing a glance to the other person. “Having a weird feeling might mean that things aren’t right.” Like right now. Carlos had a weird feeling that he’d seen this man somewhere before, but he couldn’t place it.
He had said it when the waitress had asked ‘what’s eatin’ ya, hon?’ She had shrugged it off but the man next to him at the counter had responded. Tony glanced sideways through his shades, not answering for a moment.
“Something definitely wasn’t right with him,” Tony finally replied. He wasn’t about to spill all of the tumultuous feelings that had come with speaking to that man. He didn’t want to acknowledge them to begin with.
Carlos hummed and nodded. He reached for some cream and sugar to treat his coffee – his first actual coffee in a while and he was going to milk it for all it was worth (heh, nice. Good joke, Carlos – internal self high-five.)
“Probably best to stay away from him, then,” Carlos suggested as he sweetened his coffee with more sugar than what any other person would deem necessary. “It’s my experience that one should listen to those feelings.” He wasn’t exaggerating.
“I met a man named Joe Black today. …I’m not sure I’m ready to meet him again.”
Carlos wondered if that statement begged a response. Maybe the man was just speaking out loud.
“Well… some people are just strange, I guess,” he said, barely sparing a glance to the other person. “Having a weird feeling might mean that things aren’t right.” Like right now. Carlos had a weird feeling that he’d seen this man somewhere before, but he couldn’t place it.
“Working at Hammer Weapons Systems was a mistake. I can’t believe everything that happened… Applying there was the worst decision I ever made.”
Marvel AU for Carlos “The Scientist” Ramon. Read more about it here.
Carlos went out into the storm with his equipment, since the weather was really interesting around Sleepy Peak Peak (what, with Spooky island and that one side of the lake always being covered in dark, foreboding clouds).
As he approached one of the locations of a lightning strike however he paused, seeing a person on the ground. Oh no – did it strike someone?
Carlos hurried over and dropped his equipment to the side to start inspecting the body for life.
“He-hello? Hello, can you hear me? Sir?”
J: he climbed in, wincing slightly “My boss, His son, A couple friends.. Some battles leave scars, What can You do?”
Carlos nodded. “Do you think your buddies would start up another portal to come looking for you?” Carlos asked. He paused for a moment. “You doing okay?“
J: “Short verison? Not really.. As for My friends, I doubt they’d send anyone looking for Me this soon” he buckled up
Carlos pressed his lips together, worried. “I’ll try to drive carefully,” he promised. He went around to get into his driver’s seat and put his own belt on before reaching to adjust the rear view mirror. “Why wouldn’t they send someone to look for you? Did they not see you get injured?”
J: “Well I’m guessing the portal was My bosses, But My work place is.. Uh, Literally hell so they don’t tend to care if one demon ends up dying because they can replace Me without a second thought”
Carlos looked at him. “I’m sorry but… that’s pretty shitty.” It also begged the question of what did Jon do to end up in Hell? But Carlos wasn’t going to ask that. Not yet. “Well, we’ll get you to the camp and hopefully figure out a way to get you home.”
J: he nods “After a bit of rest, I should be able to open a portal for Myself to get back home then I get out of Your hair”
“That sounds reasonable,” Carlos said as he started the car. He pulled them out of the parking lot and started the drive back to the camp.
J: “It’ll be nice to be back somewhere safe..” he looked out the window
Carlos nodded. “Certainly,” he said. Just so long as nothing else too weird happened.
Carlos nodded. “Right, of course,” Carlos said. “The last thing you want to hear is a shitty joke.” He grinned and waited to see if this one landed well.
“What did I just say?” The redhead gave him a mock threatening look. “I’ll leave ya right here on the side’a the road if ya keep that up, pal.”
Carlos laughed. Or actually, he cackled. “Sorry, sorry, I won’t do it again! I just had to! I promise, only really good ones from now on!”
Carlos went out into the storm with his equipment, since the weather was really interesting around Sleepy Peak Peak (what, with Spooky island and that one side of the lake always being covered in dark, foreboding clouds).
As he approached one of the locations of a lightning strike however he paused, seeing a person on the ground. Oh no – did it strike someone?
Carlos hurried over and dropped his equipment to the side to start inspecting the body for life.
“He-hello? Hello, can you hear me? Sir?”
J: he climbed in, wincing slightly “My boss, His son, A couple friends.. Some battles leave scars, What can You do?”
Carlos nodded. “Do you think your buddies would start up another portal to come looking for you?” Carlos asked. He paused for a moment. “You doing okay?“
J: “Short verison? Not really.. As for My friends, I doubt they’d send anyone looking for Me this soon” he buckled up
Carlos pressed his lips together, worried. “I’ll try to drive carefully,” he promised. He went around to get into his driver’s seat and put his own belt on before reaching to adjust the rear view mirror. “Why wouldn’t they send someone to look for you? Did they not see you get injured?”
J: “Well I’m guessing the portal was My bosses, But My work place is.. Uh, Literally hell so they don’t tend to care if one demon ends up dying because they can replace Me without a second thought”
Carlos looked at him. “I’m sorry but… that’s pretty shitty.” It also begged the question of what did Jon do to end up in Hell? But Carlos wasn’t going to ask that. Not yet. “Well, we’ll get you to the camp and hopefully figure out a way to get you home.”
J: he nods “After a bit of rest, I should be able to open a portal for Myself to get back home then I get out of Your hair”
“That sounds reasonable,” Carlos said as he started the car. He pulled them out of the parking lot and started the drive back to the camp.
The Perfect Scientist 