Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20170301101118/@comment-24416658-20170305082709

"Since I'm not an artist," Nacoma commented, "I wouldn't understand this at all, so I will take your word for it." She kept looking at the indicated art for a bit longer, before turning back to Hazel.

"Please don't call him that," she said, "It's weird. Is it okay if you call him the Governor? Makes me feel less strange." She stood up, pushing away from the chair.

"The short answer is this," Nacoma explained, "Obviously, the world's getting weirder and mroe dangerous. As such, the Governor wants to have some Minutemen trained to perform an act previously forbidden within the Pilgrims, that being the True Death, as we term it. Killing someone. I'm the vanguard for this operation, as the General said." She paused to look at another painting. It was nice, but she was thinking of the smile Hazel gave. It gave her a strange sense of deja vu.

"There's really no transportation you need to provide," she said, "I walked here from a drop point. We can just walk back and get on a Bullhead that will take us to the Fort. In fact, I believe the pilot is one of the people that gave you the plans to the Fort." She turned her head over her shoulder to look at Hazel.

"I won't hold it against him," she added, "Not much point to it, anyway. Just meet me outside, and I'll tell you where to go." With a nod, Nacoma picked up her weapon, leaving the way she came in.