It takes time to track Frank down, because 'the Fringes' is not the most pinpoint accurate location, but it's somewhere to start from. The forums help, a little bit. When people start capslocking about bodies melded into the buildings, the ground, between things, along with any supposed spottings of raiders, that helps narrow it down further.
When he sees the vehicles in the distance stopped, some even halfway sunk in, he decides to stop even further back and carefully walk.
It's not great, feeling like he has to tiptoe on solid ground in case any given spot decides it's actually a quicksand pit of fuck you that's going to get his stupid ass caught as well. He tries to keep off the ground, alighting on the stuck vehicles and other objects, though he knows even that is unlikely to save him from getting sucked in. The bodies--what's left of bodies--do in fact lead him to the grunting effort of Frank trying to dig himself out of a sidewalk that looks both painfully solid and like it's trying to swallow him up.
Okay. So don't stand there, maybe, is what he's picking up.
He comes at the problem from above. Grapple arrow still works like a charm, and soon he's working his way down alongside Frank and really really hoping the hook doesn't meld into the roof or his feet don't slip into the wall. One problem at a time.]
What do you need me to do?
[Which is a much nicer and more urgent thing to say than making any smartass comments about Frank soup, which, rest assured, he is thinking about.]
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It takes time to track Frank down, because 'the Fringes' is not the most pinpoint accurate location, but it's somewhere to start from. The forums help, a little bit. When people start capslocking about bodies melded into the buildings, the ground, between things, along with any supposed spottings of raiders, that helps narrow it down further.
When he sees the vehicles in the distance stopped, some even halfway sunk in, he decides to stop even further back and carefully walk.
It's not great, feeling like he has to tiptoe on solid ground in case any given spot decides it's actually a quicksand pit of fuck you that's going to get his stupid ass caught as well. He tries to keep off the ground, alighting on the stuck vehicles and other objects, though he knows even that is unlikely to save him from getting sucked in. The bodies--what's left of bodies--do in fact lead him to the grunting effort of Frank trying to dig himself out of a sidewalk that looks both painfully solid and like it's trying to swallow him up.
Okay. So don't stand there, maybe, is what he's picking up.
He comes at the problem from above. Grapple arrow still works like a charm, and soon he's working his way down alongside Frank and really really hoping the hook doesn't meld into the roof or his feet don't slip into the wall. One problem at a time.]
What do you need me to do?
[Which is a much nicer and more urgent thing to say than making any smartass comments about Frank soup, which, rest assured, he is thinking about.]