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{Fallout: New Vegas} Vulpes Inculta

Note from writer: Here he is, the dog man with his dog hat, except there is no dog hat here, because this is Vegas. Have I mentioned that I love the Legion before? Nevermind it being about the only thing that I ever mention, Caesar's Legion is my favourite New Vegas faction, but they're only a hair's breadth ahead of House, because he's really great, too. What do you mean, I only like the evil ones? Isn't that normal and not worrying at all?

Let's hope that I've written this well enough to sidestep any of the most horrible things. Other than people probably not really wanting to read that, I don't think I really want to write it yet. Maybe making the best of a bad situation will come some other time, but right now I'm going to try to keep everything just kind of adorable. Because, I think I need plain fluff during this actual apocalypse called [current year].

At the risk of dating this writing, and exposing myself as someone who doesn't publish at the same time as finishing writing, like a madman: at time of typing this specific part, I've only just unpublished the old Hetalia-based chapters, and the entirety of the Nekotalia book, that I will try to deny ever existing and knowing anything about. It feels kinda sad, getting rid of that public archive, but it's also pretty liberating. Plus, I don't think I ever want to delete it properly. I just want to keep anyone from seeing it, because I'm horribly embarrassed by it all.

I will try not to have a wholeass essay before getting into the story bit, but I like to give my reasons for things, too. It's pretty fun, pretending that I have someone that'd bother with me rambling on like this.

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"...♪You'd be so nice by the fire. While the breeze on high sang a lullaby, you'd be all my heart could desire. ♫" The gentle song wafted around the few patrons of The Aces theatre, though little attention was given to it, neither was there to the performer on stage.

(Y/N), a cheery singer with an ever-changing style, was usually reserved for awkward time slots when the crowd was thin, thus never had much chance of an audience. This didn't bother her terribly, though. She had a comfortable life in New Vegas. Paid well, fed well, housed. Nothing more a girl like her could want. Being allowed to sing where people might hear was just a bonus.

There were a few people that would pay her attention more than they would their drinks, and to thank them, (Y/N) would try doubly to shine. She'd always try to get things ready so that she could perform pre-war songs that she'd heard, but the radio stations had no holodisks for. Songs that are new to the wastelanders, perhaps. Experiences that are nice to revisit, that's what she wants to give them.

There weren't many audience members that'd be repeat visitors for more than a week or so. 'That makes sense,' (Y/N) supposes, 'the Strip is a tourist area, really. Noone really lives here unless they work here, too.' Which is what makes the man in the audience, who seems to reappear so often, so bewildering. When (Y/N) first noticed his frequenting The Aces, she was sure that she'd not see him again by month's end, Tops. Pun very much intended. But, while he did disappear every now and then, it was never for long. His presence became expected by the singer, and she rather enjoyed it when he was there. It meant that there was at least one set of eyes on her, and her performance.

It didn't take long, after noticing his repeat custom, for (Y/N) to learn that he's a spy of Caesar's Legion. The most famous, in fact, and his name is Vulpes Inculta. 'The name's a bit of a mouthful, but the Legion are all a bit loony,' she thinks, as she tries to stealthily examine his face from on stage. With the lights in her eyes, everything's a bit difficult to make out, but she dares not squint and make it obvious.

After the learning of this, (Y/N) took it upon herself to find out more about this Legion, things beyond what the NCR tells of. They're exceptionally good at conquering tribes and absorbing them as part of the organisation. Fairly impressive, seeing as a fair few of the tribes out there are violent thugs who likely wouldn't stop pillaging for anyone. They want to enforce their system over all of the Mojave, and even beyond. For whatever convictions the Legion may have, the enforcing of laws upon all is more than the NCR seem to be aspiring to.