The Most Generic of NPCs
- Jul 12, 2012
The Really Wild Wastelands | The Present | Andale[hr]
A messenger's death
Victoria "Shiver" McGee
A messenger's death
Victoria "Shiver" McGee
"Cousin Thomas, as you know I have always been quite the stickler for etiquette and one of the things that I cannot abide is the pointing of a weapon at my face," Victoria stated coolly as she stared down the barrel of her cousin's 10mm pistol, one that was nearly identical to her own save for the missing silencer, "If after I have relayed a message from your half-brother, Henry, my role is done and you may do with me as you wish."
Perhaps the story needed to be backed up a bit. Victoria's beloved cousin was never one to ignore his emotions and as soon as she had informed him of his father's untimely demise at her hands, the pistol had been pulled from its holster. Had he been this quick to pull a weapon on her in the past, perhaps all of this could have been avoided as she would have been killed back in New Vegas and would have never become Henry's puppet as a result.
Slowly, the Less than Friendly Former Undertaker of the East lowered his weapon but kept it in hand by his side, not that she blamed him for such precautions. She had just admitted to murder.
"Explain yourself... and what you mean by Half-Brother.' Her cousin said responded simply, unaware of what his own family's history.
"The story starts, as all of our treasured parables start, with the death of a mother, your's. As you know she died while you were young but what you don't know is how it affected your father. While we Undertakers are taught that death is inevitable and that we should never mourn the ones that have left this world, your father forgot this lesson and sent forth your brother, The Reaper." Victoria stated before pausing to give Thomas a chance to digest what she had said.
"That program was supposed to have never been started. We're supposed to respect the dead, not rob them," Her oh so naive cousin said before turning to the others,"The Undertakers believed, for a time, that those who lived in the Vaults, separating themselves from the rest of the world might as well have been dead. They were living in nothing more than a technologically advanced mausoleum. So some of our number thought it would be a good idea to put those Vault Dwellers to rest while gathering what technology they could."
"Your 'brother' Henry was a result of this program. Did you never think that it was strange that he bore such a striking resemblance to Lord Walt rather than your father? It was in one of the vaults that your father discovered the possibility to bring about the return of Lord Walt. Your half-brother is the result, a child born from an egg harvested from your mother and fertilized by the genetic material of our God." The Silk and Lace Swaddled Shovel Bearer said, "And with the death of your mother, your father, blinded by his grief, reopened the program and sent your brother to look for a means to resurrect both your mother as well as Lord Walk himself."
"But then he betrayed us." Her cousin interjected.
"But then he betrayed us," The Silent Silk Assassin repeated, "It was inevitable as the fables tell us. Sometimes it's Brother betrays Brother or Friend fights Friend but the commonality is that there is a betrayal and in Henry's case, he betrayed you so that he could usurp your claim to the Union. Though he is older, he does not carry your father's blood and that eliminates him from consideration... but if he finishes the work that your father started, he can take claim as a direct descendant of Lord Walt himself... and as a fleshly incarnation of our divine Lord, he will attempt to bring happiness to the world."
"Which doesn't sound so bad... but there's a catch." Thomas said, is voice filled with a certain sense of disbelief.
"'There's so much that we share that it's all time we're aware it's a small world after all.'" Victoria quoted as melodically as her voice synthesizer would allow, the muscles on her cheeks pulling her non-existent lips into a non-existent smile, "If we share his vision of the world, there is no need to need for violence or death and before you ask, he intends to use the technology he discovered in the Vaults, technology that he tested out here in the Capital Wastes. As you may have heard, there is a blind girl, the daughter of a certain Enclave Intelligence officer with whom you are acquainted. Her ears, which are sensors, are integrated into a helmet which projects a version of Henry's reality to the wearers. This is how he controlled Raiders and BlamCo personnel into assaulting the Magical Kingdom. Though that is only a temporary measure."
"You Sylph is a test of other technology. A machine with the ability to transfer consciousness and the means to control and shape someone's memory and personality and the, with the Sylphys, the ability to create an army of completely loyal and happy subjects. Tests conducted as far away from the Union as possible."
"You said consciousness transfer?" Cousin Thomas asked hesitantly, almost as if he already knew the answer to his next question, "Whose?"
"Don't you find Sylph's method of hand to hand to be similar to someone else's" Sylph's Pseudo-Sensei stated before adding, "Though Cousin Henry modified her personality quite heavily."
"So why did he come here to deliver this message?" The Former Ferryman asked, not quite understanding the purpose of Victoria's revealing of Henry's plans, though he also appeared to be having issues grasping the scale of Henry's plan.
"That is not the message. The message is that if you do not come visit him in the Magic Kingdom, your dear Lucy will." The Messenger said, delivering the message, "He will drag her from New Vegas back to the Magical Kingdom where she can enjoy his hospitality, as I did... and as Sylphee did."
The message was delivered. It was time for her to be delivered from the nightmare she had suffered under her cousin's control. Closing her eyes, Victoria waited for the embrace of oblivion.
"Now cousin, you can execute me. For the murder of you father, my beloved Uncle. For betraying you and for threatening your beloved Lucy. He told me 'Wwth the trigger is pulled, the hammer will fall and thus ends your part from this all.' He means for you to kill me, as you should have in New Vegas."
There was a long and pregnant silence that held over the group before her cousin responded.
"Fine." Thomas said before raising his pistol and pulling the trigger.
While it was not the sound that Victoria McGee was expecting, the results were never the less impactful. With the trigger pulled, as Henry had said, his control over his puppet was released, though the memories of what she'd done in his name remained, actions whose corresponding guilt washed over her, bringing her to her knees as tears began to wet the ground under her face.
"Arizona..." She heard her cousin voice, muffled by her sobbing, "I know I swore that I would guide you to the Dunwich Building... but... I... I have to go. I know she may be untrustworthy at the moment, but if I released her from my brot... half brother's control like I think... Victoria can guide you. She was the Undertaker of the East before me."