Introduction
Your standing in front of a ghoul with a worn business suit with a light cigarette in the nearby ashtray, the room is dark and you can only make out a few things in the office: a book shelf, a name plate with the name Mr. Daisy , and a painting that looks like the ghoul. It would be same to assume that the ghoul is Mr. Daisy. You shift your head and see the 5 others waiting for the job of a lifetime to be spelled out for them. "Now, Smooth Skins. You maybe wondering what this job is and how the hell I was able to assemble a crew as this. I will admit that it was no easy feat. Not every one is as good as they say they are," Mr. Daisy stopped to take a drag of his cigarette. When he exhaled he continued,"Now, I've met a lot of prospectors, scavengers, or whatever you preferred to be called. The main thing you guys are interested in are caps; cold, hard caps. Now I realize this is not an unusual venture for you people. Now your thinking about how I should get to the god damn point and not make you listen to me ramble on about your philosophies and how you earn your living, so I will cut straight to the chase," Mr Daisy took one last drag of his cigarette before he crushed it out,"I need you to break in somewhere. There will be plenty of action and great use of your skills. To you this sounds like one of those crazy Courier stories about the Sierra Madre. I assure you there will be no ghost people or holograms, just what you have to put up with you usually deal with on a regular basis. The object I require is not worth anything to anybody but me. If it was, I would be offering a lot more money than what generous sum I have offered here today. The object is a holodisk. This holodisk, is unlike any other. It can only be cracked by me. So in the likely event of me dying, the holodisk is another piece of old world crap. Now if you bring it back and escort me to where I need to go, you will get the rest of your payment and more. I'm sure that anyone can find whatever they are looking for." The ghoul smiled and handed you and your companions a hand written note on where the holodisk was last located, "Oh and your gonna have to supply your own weapons and armor. Not that will be a problem for any of you." As you leave the smokey room you hear the old ghoul cackling. A statement rings through your head as you walk down the hallway to the elevator, 'War... War Never Changes.
Character Sheet:
Name:
Species:(Human, Ghoul)
Age:(17-224)
Looks:
Strength:(1-10 for all, they start at 5 and you get 5 points to screw around with.)
Perception:
Endurance:
Charisma:
Intelligence:
Agility:
Luck:
3 best skills:(from best to 3rd best, Use these skills:http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout:_New_Vegas_skills)
Equipment:(There isn't much I can say no to, try and keep it within New Vegas.)
Personality:
History:
Rules:
1. No god modding, I swear if I catch you even hinting at it, your ass will become Death Claw fodder.
2. With God modding also comes, Mary or Gary Sues. Again, Death claw fodder.
3. Try and use proper grammar and spelling. I can get pretty bad at it, so please try your best.
4. If you can not follow 3, then no, and I repeat no text speak. If you thought I was gonna say Death Claw fodder, then your right.
5. If you have an idea, message me about it. Don't try and god mod into it.
6. How may times did I say death claw fodder? Message your answer to me and so that I know that your read the rules.
Character Sheet:
Name:
Species:(Human, Ghoul)
Age:(17-224)
Looks:
Strength:(1-10 for all, they start at 5 and you get 5 points to screw around with.)
Perception:
Endurance:
Charisma:
Intelligence:
Agility:
Luck:
3 best skills:(from best to 3rd best, Use these skills:http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout:_New_Vegas_skills)
Equipment:(There isn't much I can say no to, try and keep it within New Vegas.)
Personality:
History:
Rules:
1. No god modding, I swear if I catch you even hinting at it, your ass will become Death Claw fodder.
2. With God modding also comes, Mary or Gary Sues. Again, Death claw fodder.
3. Try and use proper grammar and spelling. I can get pretty bad at it, so please try your best.
4. If you can not follow 3, then no, and I repeat no text speak. If you thought I was gonna say Death Claw fodder, then your right.
5. If you have an idea, message me about it. Don't try and god mod into it.
6. How may times did I say death claw fodder? Message your answer to me and so that I know that your read the rules.
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Xander noted the sign above the bartenders' head, "Capone's Den." He shook his head and look at his partners in this expedition. The faces were varying and name didn't stick to him. The rest of the burned bar was thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of dried blood. The bartender was a ghoul with what looked to be a scowl on his face. The rest of the patrons were sitting among themselves. Xander raised his hand and said, "Hey leather face, Get me a Nuka-Cola for me and my friends here." The ghoul sneered at him grumbled something about smooth skins.
When the ghoul came with the drinks, Xander paid the man. With that the ghoul walked away. "So, seeings how we each have different skills and backgrounds, lets figure out who will fill each role of this lovely little gang were in. I'm a sniper born and raised, I've also have a background in dealing with serious and minor wounds, you get hurt come to me. I don't come to you." Xander popped the cap off of the bottle and put in his pocket. He sipped the radiated drink and was filled with warmth and energy, "Also, I know some about about computers. So getting by any locked computers should really be a problem." Xander sat back and waited for the rest of the crew to spell out what they can do.
When the ghoul came with the drinks, Xander paid the man. With that the ghoul walked away. "So, seeings how we each have different skills and backgrounds, lets figure out who will fill each role of this lovely little gang were in. I'm a sniper born and raised, I've also have a background in dealing with serious and minor wounds, you get hurt come to me. I don't come to you." Xander popped the cap off of the bottle and put in his pocket. He sipped the radiated drink and was filled with warmth and energy, "Also, I know some about about computers. So getting by any locked computers should really be a problem." Xander sat back and waited for the rest of the crew to spell out what they can do.
Colorful ink stained her body, revealing half imaged and partial stories as some depictions peeked out from her clothing. Her cargo style pants were filled with random pieces of metal that clinked as she moved. She wore a red corset top that wrapped around her slender body, with the lacy strings dangling from her breast. Her long blond hair was pulled up pin-up girl style with a red bandanna, her lips a matching crimson. She wears five of ehr seventeen facial piercings in her face today, three in her eye brow, her right nostril and her left monroe.
Her hands were wrapped around the knuckles, leaving her fingers free to move, the straps dangling a bit from her wrists.
Lola leaned back on her stool, resting her arm on the back and turning to face the group. The ghoul slid her a drink, and she popped the top off, taking a swig before speaking.
"The name's Lola," she replied, "I'm your repair gal. Guns, gear...hell even the radio. She motioned with her hands as she talked, though she wasn't very enthusiastic, "I also build explosives, so walls won't be problem. As long as I have to tools, I'll get it done."
She leaned forward, taking another swig of her drink, Taste's like shitwater...
"I'm not a long range shooter, I'll tell you that right now. I know my way around my pistols pretty well, but un-armed combat is my forte."
She laughed a bit to herself, "I usually take the weapons out of the picture...then kick some ass."
Leaning back once more she gaged the group, awaiting their responses and mentally taking notes.
Her hands were wrapped around the knuckles, leaving her fingers free to move, the straps dangling a bit from her wrists.
Lola leaned back on her stool, resting her arm on the back and turning to face the group. The ghoul slid her a drink, and she popped the top off, taking a swig before speaking.
"The name's Lola," she replied, "I'm your repair gal. Guns, gear...hell even the radio. She motioned with her hands as she talked, though she wasn't very enthusiastic, "I also build explosives, so walls won't be problem. As long as I have to tools, I'll get it done."
She leaned forward, taking another swig of her drink, Taste's like shitwater...
"I'm not a long range shooter, I'll tell you that right now. I know my way around my pistols pretty well, but un-armed combat is my forte."
She laughed a bit to herself, "I usually take the weapons out of the picture...then kick some ass."
Leaning back once more she gaged the group, awaiting their responses and mentally taking notes.
Mal simply sat there towering over everybody in his group. He had clenched his fist a little when he heard the man send out the bigot remark. Ignorance is the poison of progression, he thought to himself. Mal believed he called himself Xander. His facial expression didn't change at all though, no hint of his discomfort for the man ever reached his body, save his fists. The entire meeting, Mal had his hood up and goggles on, which blocked out most of his face. he was still wearing them so they had yet to see his brand. Then a sweet little thing introduced herself as Lola. Mal shall dub her......Raider Bait. She was young and her voice portrayed it. She was exited with a hint of smugness and overconfidence. Oh how the young slew squalor upon those who wish to cleanse, he thought to himself. even though he had left the Legion, their teachings had stuck with him. He was so wrapped up in observing his party, he hadn't noticed Scipio looking at him with those big eyes of his. Mal sighed. He turned towards the barkeep. "Excuse me, sir? Can you get me a bottle of purified water?" The Ghoul eyed him for a second, then nodded. Mal threw him some caps and he in turn threw a water bottle at him. Mal nodded at him. He then retrieved a small plastic Tupperware container and placed it on the ground. He then poured the water into it. Scipio simply stared at it, awaiting his masters command. "Resqara." he said simply to the mongrel. The dog then went to town on the water. Slurping it up at an alarming rate.
Mal then turned back to the group. He slowly removed his hood and then took off his goggles and let them hang around his neck. He rubbed his head a few times before looking at them with one green eye and one branded dead eye. "Names Mal." He said in a tired baritone. "I'm strong, really strong. Like kill 7 men with my bare hands strong. I'm also...tough, I guess would be the word for it." He took the top off his Nukacola and took a swig. His body shook slightly from the elation of sweet carbonated nectar. "Ever since I could remember Ive been able to take hits like they were nothing. Blades, bullets, even some explosives. Ive always been able to get right back up and keep going. It came in handy for the ten years I served in an army. I also have advanced combat training for a man of my talents. I'm not just big, strong and tough. Ive been thoroughly trained in how to use those elements to their greatest potential." He took another drink from his bottle and petted Scipio on the head. "So, Ive got your back. I can take a lot and dish at just as much. Skip here's also a great tracker and fighter. Neither of us are afraid to die either." He stopped and finished his drink. He looked round a bit more. "Oh, and before you ask. I didn't serve in the NCR." He then became quite and stoic again, waiting for the others to get their points across.
Mal then turned back to the group. He slowly removed his hood and then took off his goggles and let them hang around his neck. He rubbed his head a few times before looking at them with one green eye and one branded dead eye. "Names Mal." He said in a tired baritone. "I'm strong, really strong. Like kill 7 men with my bare hands strong. I'm also...tough, I guess would be the word for it." He took the top off his Nukacola and took a swig. His body shook slightly from the elation of sweet carbonated nectar. "Ever since I could remember Ive been able to take hits like they were nothing. Blades, bullets, even some explosives. Ive always been able to get right back up and keep going. It came in handy for the ten years I served in an army. I also have advanced combat training for a man of my talents. I'm not just big, strong and tough. Ive been thoroughly trained in how to use those elements to their greatest potential." He took another drink from his bottle and petted Scipio on the head. "So, Ive got your back. I can take a lot and dish at just as much. Skip here's also a great tracker and fighter. Neither of us are afraid to die either." He stopped and finished his drink. He looked round a bit more. "Oh, and before you ask. I didn't serve in the NCR." He then became quite and stoic again, waiting for the others to get their points across.
Amelia had come over to the table dragging with her one of the stools usually reserved for the bar, the four legged ones with the high chair legs that had no back to them. She was wearing a nearly see-through black top, a light weighed thing she had picked up recently and it was clear to anyone who gave a good look that she was wearing a lacy black bra, a piece of lingerie in fine condition. Her legs were wrapped up in a tight pair of pants that hugged her hips and accentuated her rear. She was eye candy, and anyone looking at her likely had an opinion on how she got by. Resting against the stool she had placed her shotgun, foolishly pointing up at her. She knew it was unloaded, but it wasn't immediately obvious to anyone else.
When the Ghoul brought over the drink, Amelia gave a friendly almost flirting smile, "Thank you." She spoke politely, her voice was melodic as she spoke, almost childlike. She took a sip of the drink as she started to rotate back and forth on the stool, her hips swaying. The first man spoke, but let out his name, then Lola introduced herself and then Mal. Amelia decided it might be best if she introduced herself as well, "Well... I am Amelia Ross, its nice to meet everyone, you all look so tough. I am good at..." She pretended to be lost in thought, like some ditsy twit. "I don't actually know... but I have this gun." She picked up the shotgun off the floor and held it by the middle, she gave a quick glance down the barrel. "I found it in some mud and I washed it up."
Amelia put on a pleasant and friendly smile as she put the shotgun back down, "I'm glad we could get together." Finished talking she started spinning around on the stool. Let them all think I'm incompetent, maybe they'll even mistake me for an idiot too, Amelia thought to herself, a pleasant and friendly expression on her face the whole time. If there was anyone around who could be a manipulative bitch, it was her. It was just better if she had everyone assume she was useless for the time being. If she needed to betray them all, she did not want them suspecting her actions.
When the Ghoul brought over the drink, Amelia gave a friendly almost flirting smile, "Thank you." She spoke politely, her voice was melodic as she spoke, almost childlike. She took a sip of the drink as she started to rotate back and forth on the stool, her hips swaying. The first man spoke, but let out his name, then Lola introduced herself and then Mal. Amelia decided it might be best if she introduced herself as well, "Well... I am Amelia Ross, its nice to meet everyone, you all look so tough. I am good at..." She pretended to be lost in thought, like some ditsy twit. "I don't actually know... but I have this gun." She picked up the shotgun off the floor and held it by the middle, she gave a quick glance down the barrel. "I found it in some mud and I washed it up."
Amelia put on a pleasant and friendly smile as she put the shotgun back down, "I'm glad we could get together." Finished talking she started spinning around on the stool. Let them all think I'm incompetent, maybe they'll even mistake me for an idiot too, Amelia thought to herself, a pleasant and friendly expression on her face the whole time. If there was anyone around who could be a manipulative bitch, it was her. It was just better if she had everyone assume she was useless for the time being. If she needed to betray them all, she did not want them suspecting her actions.
Black watched as each had introduced themselves, the only evidence betraying his position was his helmet, its two green lenses lit up dimly against his dark background. He was leaning against the back wall partly concealed by the shadow created by the lighting, quietly observed his new comrades, from what they looked like, to what they brought with them. One was a hacker/medic, though kept claiming he was a "born" sniper. Another was a colorful bitch, a repairman and demolitions expert, she would be a wonderful addition. But he had kept his eye on the towering fucker, big enough to be a tank, but not green enough to have a super mutant as a mother. The last person he could observed looked as if she was a fine piece of ass, resting against one of the bar's stools, but he wasn't thinking to take any chances, for she had a shotgun. The ghoul didn't notice him in the room, and it was his cue. Finally, he decided it would be best for an introduction to be in order.
Shifting forward, taking a step out of the shadow, one could see he was sharpening one of combat blades. He was clad in what seemed as a custom suit of Ranger Armor, or even Riot Gear for that matter. Had this sort of dark aura surrounding him, to say the least. Had the composure of an ex-soldier, a mercenary, Marksman Carbine strapped to his back and a 10mm submachine gun holstered neatly against his right leg. Black duster covered up most of his armored form, an old desperado hat over his mask, he began to introduce himself.
"Well, hello ladies. I guess it's my turn to get introduced. Let's make this sweet and short. Call me the Seven of Diamonds. Ex-Ranger, marksman from my old unit. CQB and repairs I can do, but my passion comes in the form of scouting. Emphasis on Ex." He ended his sentence with a flick of his left wrist, sending his newly sharpened blade into the pool table to his left, digging deeply into the felt, wounding it as if it were a wild animal. "So, how are we going to do this?"
Shifting forward, taking a step out of the shadow, one could see he was sharpening one of combat blades. He was clad in what seemed as a custom suit of Ranger Armor, or even Riot Gear for that matter. Had this sort of dark aura surrounding him, to say the least. Had the composure of an ex-soldier, a mercenary, Marksman Carbine strapped to his back and a 10mm submachine gun holstered neatly against his right leg. Black duster covered up most of his armored form, an old desperado hat over his mask, he began to introduce himself.
"Well, hello ladies. I guess it's my turn to get introduced. Let's make this sweet and short. Call me the Seven of Diamonds. Ex-Ranger, marksman from my old unit. CQB and repairs I can do, but my passion comes in the form of scouting. Emphasis on Ex." He ended his sentence with a flick of his left wrist, sending his newly sharpened blade into the pool table to his left, digging deeply into the felt, wounding it as if it were a wild animal. "So, how are we going to do this?"
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"Pathetic your an ex-ranger I think you must know what this is then seven."Zephen said pulling out his Ranger Sequoia he placed it on the table in front of him he wasn't smiling. He said"All of you can call me either Wolf of the wastes or Zephen but only because I earned those names the Wolf maybe famous but most don't believe i'm him they say i'm too young I disagree I am him and I swear try to betray me or act an ass and I will gladly kill you but if your nice we can be friends so how you all like that? Also I don't work well with women it isn't because their women it's because I get nervous around them ok any questions?"He was cleaning the barrel of his gun then looked at Seven"I vote we break into teams of two and comb the area I will do any lock work, negotiations, and recon i'm great with those skills."When the ghoul brought his drink he said"Thank you here take a tip for putting up with his crap you earned it I would've shot him by now then again I never take anyone's shit."
The smoke lingered thick in the bar, and the scent was driving her mad. Leaning over the stool, balancing her toes on the lower bar she lifted her rear in the air, and reached into a tight back pocket, slipping out the rectangle box creating an indentation in the fabric. She sat back down and flipped the hard case open, slipping out a cigarette and placing it between her lips. Checking another pocket on her thigh she whipped out a Zippo with plastered with a red and yellow toxic symbol and sucked the flame, blowing a stream of smoke into the air in front of her.
She sat between Mal and the first one to speak, though she noted that he never mentioned his name. Beyond them sat Amelia and "Zephan" both of whom she already disliked. Another walked out of the shadows close to hte group, then he was out of her head as quickly as he entered the light. She had no interest in men who hid their faces.
What fools... she thought as she watched the ditsy one flash her shotgun around, and was happy the barrel was pointed up, At least if it goes off only her fuckin head gets blown off...
As for Zephan she only had the urge to punch him in the face. The plan sounds fine, but damn is he annoying.
She puffed on her ciggarette again and turned to Mal.
He seems competent, and I have to admit....the hound is a intelligent companion. She examined him more closely, noticing two yellow marks between his index and middle finger and flipped open her case once again, reaching out in front of him.
"Want one?" she offered plainly.
She sat between Mal and the first one to speak, though she noted that he never mentioned his name. Beyond them sat Amelia and "Zephan" both of whom she already disliked. Another walked out of the shadows close to hte group, then he was out of her head as quickly as he entered the light. She had no interest in men who hid their faces.
What fools... she thought as she watched the ditsy one flash her shotgun around, and was happy the barrel was pointed up, At least if it goes off only her fuckin head gets blown off...
As for Zephan she only had the urge to punch him in the face. The plan sounds fine, but damn is he annoying.
She puffed on her ciggarette again and turned to Mal.
He seems competent, and I have to admit....the hound is a intelligent companion. She examined him more closely, noticing two yellow marks between his index and middle finger and flipped open her case once again, reaching out in front of him.
"Want one?" she offered plainly.
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"As for the rest of you if you need anything just ask but don't be a bigot I don't like bigots really they ruin everyone's fun by acting as if they rule the world that ghoul is worth the same as any man woman or child in existence so with my point made I have a pick pocket to shoot."He stood up grabbing a man who had his hand in Zephen's pocket he grabbed his knife put it away then picked his Sequoia he placed it's barrel on the man's hand and fired blowing a hole in the man's hand he put the revolver away turned back and said"So anyone else want to complicate things I will not put up with crap like this I won't kill him for it either I believe actions make the man not the other way around now those who support my plan and want to be on my team i'm leaving now."He turned starting to leave shoving the pick pocket out of his way.
Keep it together, Black. The kid just wants his 15 minutes of fame, let it go, Black thought to himself, tightly clenching his fist. Calming down a little, he loosened his grip, then reached to grab for his blade, still lodged into the pool table beside him. He knew there was no possible way that kid could have been a veteran. The NCR would never drop their standards that low, nor did rangers act that way. By his actions, he must have been under twenty, and that alone disqualified any chances of him legitimately owning that sequoia. Black had settled on the idea of that he must have stolen it, trying to use it to impersonate being an actual ranger.
Sheathing the blade on his right leg, he turned and watched the colorful bitch offer a cigarette to the beast of a man. As he diverted his attention back to the rest of his new "team", he would have an easier time getting along with the scientist or hell, even one of the two females present in the group. Hearing the bigot of a kid speak those blood curdling words, he scoffed at the idea of him trying to be leader.
"Sorry, kid, but if you're going to threaten to kill somebody, I hope you have the balls to pull the trigger. Because, frankly, I would rather have a deathclaw lead us than your inexperienced, scrawny ass. With that said, don't be surprised if somebody accidentally shoots you in the back of the head."
Watching the kid turn around and head towards the door, he made a slight grunt from behind his helmet, as he reached to unholster his 10mm.
Sheathing the blade on his right leg, he turned and watched the colorful bitch offer a cigarette to the beast of a man. As he diverted his attention back to the rest of his new "team", he would have an easier time getting along with the scientist or hell, even one of the two females present in the group. Hearing the bigot of a kid speak those blood curdling words, he scoffed at the idea of him trying to be leader.
"Sorry, kid, but if you're going to threaten to kill somebody, I hope you have the balls to pull the trigger. Because, frankly, I would rather have a deathclaw lead us than your inexperienced, scrawny ass. With that said, don't be surprised if somebody accidentally shoots you in the back of the head."
Watching the kid turn around and head towards the door, he made a slight grunt from behind his helmet, as he reached to unholster his 10mm.
Amelia smiled pleasantly at Lola, "So you know how to repair things? You ever worked on an engine before?" It was important to take interest in others after all, and Lola was likely the only one here who wouldn't be charmed by her looks alone.
Amelia's own inner personality nearly came to the foreground as Zephen spoke, somehow this kid managed to be the most obnoxious person she'd met in a long time. At least Seven seemed to have a handle on the situation, if she was lucky, he would gun Zephen down right now and cut the share of the reward down a person. It was a shame to lose what she assumed was a gunner but it would be better than being pissed off the entire trip.
Amelia turned to look at black, "Excuse me, Mr. Diamonds. You said something about CQB, what is that? It sounds technical." Out of everyone here this guy seemed the most dangerous, which meant until it was proven otherwise, it was going to be her job to get close to him, be his best friend.
Her eyes slowly looked at Skip, a dog couldn't be seduced, she'd have to try to find some quality meat or something to bribe the mutt with. Didn't need a warning dog for when she decided to make her move. These people are going to go together like oil and water,Amelia thought to herself, a mask of playful cheer on her face.
Amelia's own inner personality nearly came to the foreground as Zephen spoke, somehow this kid managed to be the most obnoxious person she'd met in a long time. At least Seven seemed to have a handle on the situation, if she was lucky, he would gun Zephen down right now and cut the share of the reward down a person. It was a shame to lose what she assumed was a gunner but it would be better than being pissed off the entire trip.
Amelia turned to look at black, "Excuse me, Mr. Diamonds. You said something about CQB, what is that? It sounds technical." Out of everyone here this guy seemed the most dangerous, which meant until it was proven otherwise, it was going to be her job to get close to him, be his best friend.
Her eyes slowly looked at Skip, a dog couldn't be seduced, she'd have to try to find some quality meat or something to bribe the mutt with. Didn't need a warning dog for when she decided to make her move. These people are going to go together like oil and water,Amelia thought to herself, a mask of playful cheer on her face.
Xander smirked at the squabble between the two of them. "You two, cut it out. I want this job done and over with before we come to blows to each other," He said leaning back in his chair. When he heard Amelia speak he heard she was faking the entire thing, Xander could pick up on lies quickly due to his perception. The tone of her voice and the way she tried to befriend Seven. "CQB means Close quarters battle, it means to fight personal weapons. Like with your shotgun and his 10mm. Its often interchanged with close quarters combat."
Xander pulled out a packet of gum and ate a piece. He had quit smoking due to the fact the cigarettes were giving him smokers hands, not good for a sniper. "I don't believe I introduced myself. I call myself Xander." He said as he popped another piece of gum. He had several of these packets, they were quite tasty for being over 200 years old.
Xander pulled out a packet of gum and ate a piece. He had quit smoking due to the fact the cigarettes were giving him smokers hands, not good for a sniper. "I don't believe I introduced myself. I call myself Xander." He said as he popped another piece of gum. He had several of these packets, they were quite tasty for being over 200 years old.
Mal had simply been sitting back and watching the group go on with introducing themselves. They were a colorful group if anything. The girl who introduced herself next seemed very sweet and curious. He had no idea why the hell she was here. Mr. Daisy made it seem like all of the people here had an essential skill, what was hers? Either way she seemed like good company. The man who stepped from the shadows, Mal's fists immediately clinched incredibly hard. He could immediately tell he was a veteran Ranger before he said a word. The armor was unmistakable. He had killed enough of them to know what they look like and what they act like. As long as Mal kept himself cool and under control, they wouldn't have a problem. Then again, it wouldn't stop him from having a bit of fun with him. The next one though, he would definately have a serious problem with him. He obviously got here from a fake reputation. You only get a sequoia after 20 years of service as a ranger. This kid hasn't even been alive that long. And who the hell was the wolf? Never heard of him before and quite honestly, he might have to let Skip eat this kid.
He was just sitting back now, enjoying the sounds of people talking, it always calmed him. When he heard a female voice pick up. "Want one?" Mal looked down to see Lola, cigarette in her mouth and one in hand. Mal gave her a small smile, small, but you could see the warmth in it. He reached down and carefully plucked it from her fingers, It looked like a toothpick in his hands as he raised it to his mouth. He reached into his coat and pulled out a match box. It struck up one of the matches and lit his addiction. He took in a deep puff, the cigarette already burning, and exhaled upwards. He then looked back at her. "Thanks....Lola." was all he said in his basic monotone. He then reached down and gave Scipio another pat on the head. he had finished his water and he was back in his watch dog position. Scipio is an impeccably trained animal, responding to physical and verbal commands. The verbal commands were all in the language of the Legion, which was called Latin. He was the only thing left of Brutus, and Mal loved him.
Mal turned his attention back to the man called Xander. He seemed to be explaining to Amelia what CQB meant. She seemed very inquisitive and interested in the group. But honestly......Mal didn't like her. It seemed she just wanted to be everybody's friend, which is not the attitude you need to survive out here. He would have to keep his eye on her to make sure she doesn't get hurt.
He was just sitting back now, enjoying the sounds of people talking, it always calmed him. When he heard a female voice pick up. "Want one?" Mal looked down to see Lola, cigarette in her mouth and one in hand. Mal gave her a small smile, small, but you could see the warmth in it. He reached down and carefully plucked it from her fingers, It looked like a toothpick in his hands as he raised it to his mouth. He reached into his coat and pulled out a match box. It struck up one of the matches and lit his addiction. He took in a deep puff, the cigarette already burning, and exhaled upwards. He then looked back at her. "Thanks....Lola." was all he said in his basic monotone. He then reached down and gave Scipio another pat on the head. he had finished his water and he was back in his watch dog position. Scipio is an impeccably trained animal, responding to physical and verbal commands. The verbal commands were all in the language of the Legion, which was called Latin. He was the only thing left of Brutus, and Mal loved him.
Mal turned his attention back to the man called Xander. He seemed to be explaining to Amelia what CQB meant. She seemed very inquisitive and interested in the group. But honestly......Mal didn't like her. It seemed she just wanted to be everybody's friend, which is not the attitude you need to survive out here. He would have to keep his eye on her to make sure she doesn't get hurt.
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Zephen walked out the door flipping Seven the bird and yelling"It's called hard work prick that and hands on experience is how I got this far but whatever stereotypical jackass. Oh and I'll beat you in a knife fight any day of the week try pulling that 10mm on me and my father's Sequoia gets practice I understand I may seem young and inexperienced but my father trained my like a ranger my whole life I know every trick in the NCR handbook also I'm highly observant meaning I could hear the click of your holster." he closed the door when he was done talking he sat outside looking around for some target practice he saw a bloatfly he pulled out the revolver aiming at the bloatfly he held his breath and looked down the sights then pulled the trigger in between heartbeats hitting the bloatfly in the wing the way Zephen wanted"People i just don't get them sometimes it's training that matters not age but people always mix that up."he mumbled reloading his revolver he put it away and got up walking to a arm's dealer.
"Thank you for clearing that up... Xander." Black nodded towards the scientist, noticing the Pipboy on his left arm. "So, I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you're from one of those, um, vaults. Am I correct?"
Ignoring the kid as he left the room, he turned his attention to the giant, who had just flared a cigarette up and holding it in his maw. "So, nice dog you have there. Mongrel, no doubt, by telling how he obeyed your command. And from your left eye, I say you're Legion material."
The four in the room, for some reason, reminded him of his old unit...
The five of them returned from an operation to take out a raider gang leader named Bawls in Southern California, stationed at an outpost near where Los Angeles once stood. Each of them, a veteran ranger in their own right, had a specific role within the team, who they dubbed themselves "Hell's Angels". For some reason, it was these four that Black bonded well with, and they bonded with him pretty well at the same time. Black was the Marksman, the crackerjack shooter, the dead-eye. Darius was the demolitions expert, carrying an unhealthy weight of rockets and explosives. Foxx was the Close Quarters specialist, legendary with her use of a Sequoia from 70 meters away, while anybody else can fire it up to 50 meters. Jenkins, may God bless his soul, was the Tech-Specialist, often keeping tabs on the team's objectives. Then there was Kels, the team leader, absolute badass. Ironic part was she had more balls than the entire team together, because she had put her ass on the line to keep the team from being disbanded. She was the glue that had kept the team together...
Snapping back to reality, he could see it clearly. Well, this is going to get interested, Black thought to himself. "So, again, how are we going to do this?"
Ignoring the kid as he left the room, he turned his attention to the giant, who had just flared a cigarette up and holding it in his maw. "So, nice dog you have there. Mongrel, no doubt, by telling how he obeyed your command. And from your left eye, I say you're Legion material."
The four in the room, for some reason, reminded him of his old unit...
The five of them returned from an operation to take out a raider gang leader named Bawls in Southern California, stationed at an outpost near where Los Angeles once stood. Each of them, a veteran ranger in their own right, had a specific role within the team, who they dubbed themselves "Hell's Angels". For some reason, it was these four that Black bonded well with, and they bonded with him pretty well at the same time. Black was the Marksman, the crackerjack shooter, the dead-eye. Darius was the demolitions expert, carrying an unhealthy weight of rockets and explosives. Foxx was the Close Quarters specialist, legendary with her use of a Sequoia from 70 meters away, while anybody else can fire it up to 50 meters. Jenkins, may God bless his soul, was the Tech-Specialist, often keeping tabs on the team's objectives. Then there was Kels, the team leader, absolute badass. Ironic part was she had more balls than the entire team together, because she had put her ass on the line to keep the team from being disbanded. She was the glue that had kept the team together...
Snapping back to reality, he could see it clearly. Well, this is going to get interested, Black thought to himself. "So, again, how are we going to do this?"
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"I need something big wait that radio work ?" Zephen asked the weapons dealer nodded " May i use it?" Zephen asked "three caps." Zephen handed the weapons dealer three caps and picked up the microphone for the ham radio "This is Wolf two zero come in ." he sat there waiting for a response"NCR welcome you coming back or can i save my caps?" Zephen leaned against the wall his eyes on the bar door"Shut up barns,smartass."Zephen said looking at the radio now"Fine why are you calling now?" Zephen rolled his eyes"Confirm package drop-off location." Barns then replied"Behind the bar as requested now leave me alone Wolf two zero."Zephen put the microphone back and walked to behind the bar and sure enough half buried was a NCR drop-off he opened it changing his clothes and putting on a helmet that deepened his voice to make him seem older he stopped pretending to be childish he dis-assembled his revolver replacing and adding parts when he was done it had a hair trigger and a scope he entered the bar looking different.
Amelia looked over at Xander as he explained out what CQB stood for, which didn't really matter to her but she raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, I hadn't heard of that before. I hope we don't run into a lot of that. It wouldn't be good if any of us got shot." Amelia looked at Xander as he started chewing a piece of gum. She was a little shocked he was able to chew it, expecting anything that old to be reduced to dust or hard as a rock.
Amelia gave a look over to Mal, a slight smile ever present on her face, "So, I think we might need to select someone to lead this group. Otherwise we'll be too disorganized and all unstable." She made a tangling motion with her hands, "I don't know if we get to vote on this sort of thing or if someone is just supposed to say that they'll do it. If we do get to vote, I vote for Mal! He looks strong and tough." She gave Mal a look over, "and he seems dependable. Someone who won't accept casualties without difficulty." Amelia was just making shit up, for all she knew Mal was a deranged child murderer who would tell them all to walk into a raider camp, but if things didn't get moving soon, they were going to lose an entire day.
Amelia looked at Zephen, feeling wary about his unstable behavior. Was he some sort of mad man? What she really didn't like was that he had already discharged his firearm a couple of times, which meant he was going to be noisy during this trip, and that could prove to be a problem. At least he was outside of the bar for now, doing what she had no idea. "Is that guy Zephen okay? Do you think he might be sick?"
Amelia gave a look over to Mal, a slight smile ever present on her face, "So, I think we might need to select someone to lead this group. Otherwise we'll be too disorganized and all unstable." She made a tangling motion with her hands, "I don't know if we get to vote on this sort of thing or if someone is just supposed to say that they'll do it. If we do get to vote, I vote for Mal! He looks strong and tough." She gave Mal a look over, "and he seems dependable. Someone who won't accept casualties without difficulty." Amelia was just making shit up, for all she knew Mal was a deranged child murderer who would tell them all to walk into a raider camp, but if things didn't get moving soon, they were going to lose an entire day.
Amelia looked at Zephen, feeling wary about his unstable behavior. Was he some sort of mad man? What she really didn't like was that he had already discharged his firearm a couple of times, which meant he was going to be noisy during this trip, and that could prove to be a problem. At least he was outside of the bar for now, doing what she had no idea. "Is that guy Zephen okay? Do you think he might be sick?"
"So you know how to repair things? You ever worked on an engine before?"
Snapping down the long bar she said sarcastically, "Noooo, I'm just so confident in my skills with repairing guns, It has to be the same right?" Shaking her head she turn to face forward and sip in her NukaCola, it wasn't the only thing leaving a bad taste in her mouth.
There was something off about Amelia, Lola could sense it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. For now, she decided, she would keep her distance from the girl.
She is hiding something...she wouldn't be here right now if she was that stupid,
Hopping off the stool she stretched her arms up revealing a sun tattoo around her belly button, and what looked like a snake slithering over her hips and down into her pants. Her boots spread dust in the air as she landed on the old dirty floor. She took one final drag on her cigarette before pinching out the cherry with her fingers and tossing the butt into as ashtray nearby. Hoisting her bag up onto her shoulder she turned to the group, "I'll be outside, need some fresh air."
Smoke trailed out of the bar behind her in wisps as she pushed through the doors and into the sun. The world outside was barren, nothing green for miles. Just dirt, ands sand, and rocks..
Swatting a fly from her face, she noticed Zephan close by, and turned to walk a bit away from him, slipping around to the side of the building and slumping down against the wall.
Rummaging through her bag she pulled out her won radio, and flipped it on, resting her head against the side of the building until the group was ready to go. I'm no leader...
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Her fingers played with a long gold chain around her neck, which had a picture of her parents inside, but she kept the locked tucked between her breasts. It shined as she tugged it and looped it around her finger, gazing out in front of her, her face blank of emotion.
Maybe he will be there too, one day...I'll finally see you again father...
Soon she lost herself in the music, resting her arm on her bent knee and gazing off into the distance.
Snapping down the long bar she said sarcastically, "Noooo, I'm just so confident in my skills with repairing guns, It has to be the same right?" Shaking her head she turn to face forward and sip in her NukaCola, it wasn't the only thing leaving a bad taste in her mouth.
There was something off about Amelia, Lola could sense it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. For now, she decided, she would keep her distance from the girl.
She is hiding something...she wouldn't be here right now if she was that stupid,
Hopping off the stool she stretched her arms up revealing a sun tattoo around her belly button, and what looked like a snake slithering over her hips and down into her pants. Her boots spread dust in the air as she landed on the old dirty floor. She took one final drag on her cigarette before pinching out the cherry with her fingers and tossing the butt into as ashtray nearby. Hoisting her bag up onto her shoulder she turned to the group, "I'll be outside, need some fresh air."
Smoke trailed out of the bar behind her in wisps as she pushed through the doors and into the sun. The world outside was barren, nothing green for miles. Just dirt, ands sand, and rocks..
Swatting a fly from her face, she noticed Zephan close by, and turned to walk a bit away from him, slipping around to the side of the building and slumping down against the wall.
Rummaging through her bag she pulled out her won radio, and flipped it on, resting her head against the side of the building until the group was ready to go. I'm no leader...
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Her fingers played with a long gold chain around her neck, which had a picture of her parents inside, but she kept the locked tucked between her breasts. It shined as she tugged it and looped it around her finger, gazing out in front of her, her face blank of emotion.
Maybe he will be there too, one day...I'll finally see you again father...
Soon she lost herself in the music, resting her arm on her bent knee and gazing off into the distance.
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"Yeah, I'm from a vault, not what you would expect from a pre-war stronghold." Xander said, he still had the gum in his mouth. The common misconception was that a 200 year piece of gum was hard and gross. It was actually pretty good and from all the chems in it and everything, it stayed chewy for a long time. When the gum had lost its flavor he rolled in a ball and eyed the ash tray a couple of feet away from him. He did a quick calculation and threw the gum and it made it the trash can.
"I agree that we should have a leader, though no offence to our friend here who could snap me like a tooth pick, it shouldn't be him. Now, we need a leader who talk their way through tough situations and be able to convince us to stay together." Xander said sipping on his beverage. He needed to feel the open air again, he never stayed in one are too long due to the fact he hated being confined to one space for too long. This was getting close to it.
"I agree that we should have a leader, though no offence to our friend here who could snap me like a tooth pick, it shouldn't be him. Now, we need a leader who talk their way through tough situations and be able to convince us to stay together." Xander said sipping on his beverage. He needed to feel the open air again, he never stayed in one are too long due to the fact he hated being confined to one space for too long. This was getting close to it.
Mal was still smoking when things started to happen. Lola seemed to just leave, apparently she just needed air. She seemed very pleasant and she definitely knew what was going on, unlike Amelia bless her heart. Speaking of Amelia, she piped up and started to talk about having a leader. Mal honestly didn't like the idea. The thought of one mans decision controlling the fate of so many again sickened him. Personally he believed they should all just work together, but some of their attitudes, he didn't know how hard that would be. He genuinely surprised when she voted for him to lead them. Sure he had leadership experience but no way in nuclear winter was he going to do it. He also found it strange for her to just pick him, they never even spoke before today. She also seriously misjudged his character......or did she? Mal started thinking about it but was interrupted by Xander. "I agree that we should have a leader, though no offense to our friend here who could snap me like a tooth pick, it shouldn't be him. Now, we need a leader who talk their way through tough situations and be able to convince us to stay together." There was a better judge of his character. He was a bit put off how blunt the guy was being, not that Mal is even remotely sensitive, still.
Mal raised his massive hand rested it on Xander's shoulder. His face ever placid and his voice a monotone. "None taken." He said to him and patted on the back a few times. He was just about to finish his cigarette when the ranger called him out on him being from the Legion. At the mere mention of it, his fists clenched but immediately released. Scipio cocked his head towards the man and a low growl escaped his throat. It seems Scipio couldn't fight it any longer. Mal simply laid his hand on his head and Skip stopped growling and went back to a placid dog face. Mal looked at Seven with his good eye, his face a pure neutral. "That's right. Praetorian first class, first cohort. This is Scipio. A pleasure." Mal said to him with pure blandness in his tone like always. Scipio wasn't make anymore noises, but his eyes never left Seven. "And before any of you asked, yes I have both enslaved and crucified people." he said without batting an eyelash or showing any signs of anything. He knew the question woud come up sooner or later and he preferred to handle it sooner than later.
Mal raised his massive hand rested it on Xander's shoulder. His face ever placid and his voice a monotone. "None taken." He said to him and patted on the back a few times. He was just about to finish his cigarette when the ranger called him out on him being from the Legion. At the mere mention of it, his fists clenched but immediately released. Scipio cocked his head towards the man and a low growl escaped his throat. It seems Scipio couldn't fight it any longer. Mal simply laid his hand on his head and Skip stopped growling and went back to a placid dog face. Mal looked at Seven with his good eye, his face a pure neutral. "That's right. Praetorian first class, first cohort. This is Scipio. A pleasure." Mal said to him with pure blandness in his tone like always. Scipio wasn't make anymore noises, but his eyes never left Seven. "And before any of you asked, yes I have both enslaved and crucified people." he said without batting an eyelash or showing any signs of anything. He knew the question woud come up sooner or later and he preferred to handle it sooner than later.
A few more songs passed by as she sat outside the bar.
What's going on in there... she sneered, wanting to get going. Tossing ehr things back in the bag she flung it over her shoulder and walked back into the bar,standing in the open doorway, letting the sun shine in behind her, she leaned on the door frame. Waving her hand and examining her nails she asked, "Can we decide what's happening and get going? I have some things to do, and I'm not getting any more caps sitting in this damn bar."
She leaned against the door frame, bending her knee and resting her foot against the frame, "Mal, why don't you and the hound come with me? That's a start."
She tapped her foot and crossed her arms thinking, No way I'll be working close to her, or those other two... mentally checking people off...pondering the division of shares...
What's going on in there... she sneered, wanting to get going. Tossing ehr things back in the bag she flung it over her shoulder and walked back into the bar,standing in the open doorway, letting the sun shine in behind her, she leaned on the door frame. Waving her hand and examining her nails she asked, "Can we decide what's happening and get going? I have some things to do, and I'm not getting any more caps sitting in this damn bar."
She leaned against the door frame, bending her knee and resting her foot against the frame, "Mal, why don't you and the hound come with me? That's a start."
She tapped her foot and crossed her arms thinking, No way I'll be working close to her, or those other two... mentally checking people off...pondering the division of shares...
"I agree that we should have a leader, though no offense to our friend here who could snap me like a tooth pick, it shouldn't be him. Now, we need a leader who talk their way through tough situations and be able to convince us to stay together."
Seeing how the girl, the one named Amelia, was trying to befriend everyone, and hell, she had even suggested that Mal should be the leader. Black knew exactly what she was trying to do: she was the kind to try to befriend you, try to get your guard down, then she stabs you in the back in some possible way. He had seem the ruse before. "Now, while I do prefer an equal vote in decisions, we do need a PR, somebody who's good with people. That being said, my vote goes with the lass."
Keeping his eye on Mal and his dog, Black had heard the stories about the Legion, especially those with Praetorians involved, how they would rend a soldier a new one if they got within melee distance. The man looked as if he could rip Black's arm off if they tried to shake hands, and Black wasn't sure he wanted that happening to him. "Well, sir, I'd shake your hand, but I'm not so keen on getting myself ripped in half from a man of your stature, so I won't."
In the corner of his eye, he could see Xander going into town with that gum, which was still surprisingly chewy, given by his expression. He had observed the colorful one, Lola, exit the room, after stating something around needing to have some fresh air. He would most certainly agree, as the air within the building was pretty stale, as well as slowly being replaced by the smoke from the few occupants than them. "So, what is it going to-"
He was in mid sentence as his attention turned towards the door. Another figure had appeared in the door, who had the appearance of seeming to be lightly armored. But observing on how the man, or woman, or whatever sex the person was, made his stance, Black quickly dismissed the idea of having to introduce himself to another mercenary. "Well, look guys, it's the kid. He bought himself a fine piece of armor to make himself look tough. Now where was I?"
After a few minutes after that, Black had noticed Lola in the doorway, asking Mal for help with something. "What you need help with?"
Seeing how the girl, the one named Amelia, was trying to befriend everyone, and hell, she had even suggested that Mal should be the leader. Black knew exactly what she was trying to do: she was the kind to try to befriend you, try to get your guard down, then she stabs you in the back in some possible way. He had seem the ruse before. "Now, while I do prefer an equal vote in decisions, we do need a PR, somebody who's good with people. That being said, my vote goes with the lass."
Keeping his eye on Mal and his dog, Black had heard the stories about the Legion, especially those with Praetorians involved, how they would rend a soldier a new one if they got within melee distance. The man looked as if he could rip Black's arm off if they tried to shake hands, and Black wasn't sure he wanted that happening to him. "Well, sir, I'd shake your hand, but I'm not so keen on getting myself ripped in half from a man of your stature, so I won't."
In the corner of his eye, he could see Xander going into town with that gum, which was still surprisingly chewy, given by his expression. He had observed the colorful one, Lola, exit the room, after stating something around needing to have some fresh air. He would most certainly agree, as the air within the building was pretty stale, as well as slowly being replaced by the smoke from the few occupants than them. "So, what is it going to-"
He was in mid sentence as his attention turned towards the door. Another figure had appeared in the door, who had the appearance of seeming to be lightly armored. But observing on how the man, or woman, or whatever sex the person was, made his stance, Black quickly dismissed the idea of having to introduce himself to another mercenary. "Well, look guys, it's the kid. He bought himself a fine piece of armor to make himself look tough. Now where was I?"
After a few minutes after that, Black had noticed Lola in the doorway, asking Mal for help with something. "What you need help with?"
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Mal turned his head when Lola re-entered the bar. She seemed rather annoyed. "Can we decide what's happening and get going? I have some things to do, and I'm not getting any more caps sitting in this damn bar." She had a point. He would love to get out of here as soon as possible but everybody seemed determined to one up each other, and he was done. "Mal, why don't you and the hound come with me? That's a start." Mal turned back to her. Now there's an idea. "Sounds like a plan." he said flatly. He then turned back to the rest of them. "Personally I think we need to work together properly more than we need leadership. I say we get up and go and just get this thing underway." He threw his hood up and walked towards the door. "Lola and I will wait for you on the edge of town on the east side for 5 minutes while you decide what to do. If you show up in time with a leader, then their the boss. Right now, we are each our own boss, and this is my decision for myself." He mainly hoped Xander would show up, since he had a digital map on his arm. Mal knew the general direction and where the old casino was, but it would be nice to have a pip-boy. Mal made a clicking sound while heading out the door past Lola and Skip soon followed. When he reached the sun, he put his goggles back over his eyes. He turned to Lola with a soft smile. "Shall we?" With that he stepped away from the bar and headed east.
"Finally," she said walking next to the giant, Mal.
She had her bag crossing her body and was walking swiftly to catch up with the tall man, "I wonder if they will choose any one," she said, "Hopefully not that Amelia girl...there is something off about her. I can't quite figure it out, but I think sh is hiding something...but I'm no fool, I didn't make it this far by trusting everyone. " Eying the hound she said, "So, what's his name?" She walked with her arms above her head, stretching her body out.
The sun beat down on her skin and her ink glowed, pushing her chest out while she stretched she revealed a heart with a knife piercing it and a lock covering it with the phrase, "Ain't No Sunshine While He's Gone."
Reaching in her pocket she pulled out her aviators and slipped them on her face. As she walked next to him she pulled out her Hunting Rifle and flipped open the chamber inserting one bullet at a time, returning it to her holster on the left.
On her right she hand her "Light Shining in The Darkness" which she had loaded, already snug in its holster.
She unwrapped her hand straps to reposition her brass knuckles and re wrapped her hand. Once she was satisfied she pulled out her cig case and pulled out a half from earlier, and lighting it, tucking the case and her hand into her pocket.
She had her bag crossing her body and was walking swiftly to catch up with the tall man, "I wonder if they will choose any one," she said, "Hopefully not that Amelia girl...there is something off about her. I can't quite figure it out, but I think sh is hiding something...but I'm no fool, I didn't make it this far by trusting everyone. " Eying the hound she said, "So, what's his name?" She walked with her arms above her head, stretching her body out.
The sun beat down on her skin and her ink glowed, pushing her chest out while she stretched she revealed a heart with a knife piercing it and a lock covering it with the phrase, "Ain't No Sunshine While He's Gone."
Reaching in her pocket she pulled out her aviators and slipped them on her face. As she walked next to him she pulled out her Hunting Rifle and flipped open the chamber inserting one bullet at a time, returning it to her holster on the left.
On her right she hand her "Light Shining in The Darkness" which she had loaded, already snug in its holster.
She unwrapped her hand straps to reposition her brass knuckles and re wrapped her hand. Once she was satisfied she pulled out her cig case and pulled out a half from earlier, and lighting it, tucking the case and her hand into her pocket.
Mal glanced over through his tinted goggles as Lola caught up to him and started keeping pace. She then asked a question. "Maybe, maybe not. I'm not sure anyone here wants to take that kind of responsibility. Though my caps are on that Xander guy from the Vault." He said throwing down his coal. She then said something that surprised him. "Hopefully not that Amelia girl...there is something off about her. I can't quite figure it out, but I think she is hiding something...but I'm no fool, I didn't make it this far by trusting everyone." Mal eyed her for a bit. "Really? I thinks she's sweet, she has no idea what's going on and obviously doesn't even know what side of that shotgun is the business end, but sweet." Mal said in his trademark monotone. He thought about for a bit though. A girl like that would survive better with an act. "Then again, I'm a shit judge of character." He said, flashing her a small smile. Lola then inquired about his companion. "This is Scipio, he's not your typical dog that you can bribe with food or belly rubs. I'm the only one who can make him do anything and he's saved my life more than I care to mention." He then pulled out another cigarette and lit it up. "Believed it or not, he took down a Deathclaw once. Sure it was focused on me, but he still jumped up and tore that cunt's throat out. He was sick for a week." He gave a quick glance down at Skip, and he gave one back at him.
After Lola seemed to lock and load, they soon reached the edge of town. They then stood there for a spell. "So," he started off, his deep voice rumbling. "How'd you get started.....with all of this I mean?" he said sort of gesturing around him. Taking another drag on his cig he waited for her answer.
After Lola seemed to lock and load, they soon reached the edge of town. They then stood there for a spell. "So," he started off, his deep voice rumbling. "How'd you get started.....with all of this I mean?" he said sort of gesturing around him. Taking another drag on his cig he waited for her answer.
Looking out towards the barren wasteland, she crossed her arms, and puffed on the cigarette while if hung out of her mouth. Memories flooded her head, but they were quite personal...she wasn't sure if she was ready to share all the details, but Mal seemed decent enough to at least talk to.
Rocking back and forth on her toes she began to speak, looking up at the sky, "Well, My mother was a scientist from the Vault..., she left me when I was born. I have been trying to find my father for some time now...I stayed with my grandfather for the longest time, he taught me all my repair skills."
She kicked the dirt, "And well, my ex taught me how to fight, then betrayed me, became a fucking Raider. I killed him, with my bare hands. Got a pretty good bounty for him too."
Feeling she revealed enough her free hand reflexively touched her chest where her locket was tucked. "Most people don't take me seriously, but I'm not here to impress anyone really. These side jobs, they are so I can gain status, and maybe meet my father. He is a bounty hunter, I'm hoping if I do enough jobs he will notice." She blushed at her moment of weakness...A little more personal than we wanted there Lola... she scolded herself.
Quickly changing the subject she crouched down and reached out to let the dog sniff her hand, then began petting his head.
"What about you, Any hidden motives?"
Rocking back and forth on her toes she began to speak, looking up at the sky, "Well, My mother was a scientist from the Vault..., she left me when I was born. I have been trying to find my father for some time now...I stayed with my grandfather for the longest time, he taught me all my repair skills."
She kicked the dirt, "And well, my ex taught me how to fight, then betrayed me, became a fucking Raider. I killed him, with my bare hands. Got a pretty good bounty for him too."
Feeling she revealed enough her free hand reflexively touched her chest where her locket was tucked. "Most people don't take me seriously, but I'm not here to impress anyone really. These side jobs, they are so I can gain status, and maybe meet my father. He is a bounty hunter, I'm hoping if I do enough jobs he will notice." She blushed at her moment of weakness...A little more personal than we wanted there Lola... she scolded herself.
Quickly changing the subject she crouched down and reached out to let the dog sniff her hand, then began petting his head.
"What about you, Any hidden motives?"
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by JimmyTheRat on Sun May 06, 2012 9:25 pm
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Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
that's ok Zephen would've just been like "Hold on hold on wait a minute let me put some pimpin in it." then backhanded Xander LOL
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
Hey this is an advertisment for another Fallout game. Yeah, I know it seems kinda weird that I'm doing the dirty work for another GM, but hey its what ever. So Its called Fallout: Neo York, the premise that we all joined up to head to Neo York due to a trader. Now this looks interesting, if your interested they need Female players. The link is roleplay/fallout-neo-york/ If you want to check it out. This ad has been paid by Nuka~Cola, The drink of choice in the wastes.
@Holothewisewolf Xander isn't gonna go out and flip out right now, but he's gonna be fuming for a bit. If Zephen gets hurt, then Xander might 'Accidently' screw up his medicine skills.
@Holothewisewolf Xander isn't gonna go out and flip out right now, but he's gonna be fuming for a bit. If Zephen gets hurt, then Xander might 'Accidently' screw up his medicine skills.
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
I am prepared definitely prepared to kick Xander's ass it will be easy with broken ribs so COME ON WIT IT.
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
@Sneakyrio sounds like a job for the sniper... if he didn't have broken ribs and didn't have an endurance of 1. Its sure is fun as hell to role play as a guy who can't even take a through.
@Holothewisewolf Be prepared for the wrath of Xander, you touched his rifle. Nobody touches his rifle.
@Holothewisewolf Be prepared for the wrath of Xander, you touched his rifle. Nobody touches his rifle.
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
Sorry Ive been posting so many paragraphs. Ive just been sort of in a creative zen zone lately and have been pushing out pages of stuff. Anywho, I didn't want to be the one who killed the last guy, so I made one more show up, one you have to take out by long range.
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
I heard the magic word deathclaw. If you want it so it shall be... Lol, deathclaws are not fun anytime. Unless your several hundred feet away and you have an anti material rifle handy, with Boone, so you have the spotter perk. Then killing them is a breeze and you could possibly one shot the Alpha Death claw. (Done it, extremely hard. Regular crit, on top of a stealth crit. Even though you don't get anything multiplied for the regular and the steath crit, only added some damage. Still funny as hell to see the deathclaws' head go flying several feet.)
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
*in a ring announcers voice* Zephen the plague of the Pitt the master of our motorized mayhem vs The wolf of the Pitt both will face off to*gunshot sounds*SHUT UP
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
No library for miles plus holothewisewolf = 14 yr old with no bike
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
Are you able to get access to a computer, such as going to a public library?
EDIT: For the fight scene, we should refrain from posting until Sneaky gets into the fight.
EDIT: For the fight scene, we should refrain from posting until Sneaky gets into the fight.
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
I've posted a help topic. Hopefully one of the moderators reply to it with some helpful info.
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
there is a way but It requires I give you my account info and yeah
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
Damn, if only there was a way of being able to edit the posts to help you.
for those who don't know, I'm helping holo with her posts by, while keep the post essentially the same, adding in more detail and fixing the punctuation.
for those who don't know, I'm helping holo with her posts by, while keep the post essentially the same, adding in more detail and fixing the punctuation.
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
@Jimmy: remember I live in california and aren't even supposed to touch electronics so I usually post between 11 PM and 9 AM
@Gothbabealex: Don't worry Zephen loves to play captain save a ho lol
@R.T.M.X can't use it due to ps3 character cap it's too long.
@Gothbabealex: Don't worry Zephen loves to play captain save a ho lol
@R.T.M.X can't use it due to ps3 character cap it's too long.
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
@Holothewisewolf Yeah, I was kinda fuming, when I wrote that. Sorry, well you fixed it and that's all that matters. I knew I wasn't gonna be "on" when I said 2 hours. So you got an extra 6 hours to do it. Either way, its done, lets move on shall we.
@Gothbabealex Don't worry, this isn't going to be a combat focused Rp. We already have all that we need in the combat department. Seven, mal, and Xander got it covered. We will need your speech here soon. I plan on making this Rp need as many skill as possible, granted fighting takes up a good portion of the skills. As R.T.M.X. already said, I'm sure, nobody wants anyone to die... quite yet.
@Gothbabealex Don't worry, this isn't going to be a combat focused Rp. We already have all that we need in the combat department. Seven, mal, and Xander got it covered. We will need your speech here soon. I plan on making this Rp need as many skill as possible, granted fighting takes up a good portion of the skills. As R.T.M.X. already said, I'm sure, nobody wants anyone to die... quite yet.
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
Hey, two hours is a pretty short time. Give her at the most 2 days to get it fixed, and it also allows me some time to try to help her fix it.
EDIT: Holo, you should check your inbox. I'm going to help you, try to get you going strong on the RP shebang.
EDIT: Holo, you should check your inbox. I'm going to help you, try to get you going strong on the RP shebang.
Re: Fallout: The Irradiated Tales
so like i said feel free to help the noob who didn't believe nightkin eat bullets and shit pain on everyone