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Fallout: Whiteout

West Virginia

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a part of Fallout: Whiteout, by Krisuvial.

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Krisuvial holds sovereignty over West Virginia, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Yen Daniel Dangtran [14] "Tch. You really think that fazes me? I've been around longer than that, kid. NOTHING touches me." *keeps working* "WHAT? I failed the hack?? DAMMIT! I can't believe I'm such an idiot! I'll never be able to live with myself! GYAAH!"
Niklas Amsler [12] "Nope. Sorry, Nothing."
Sean Devlin [8] A young, weathered yet optimistic jack of all trades just trying to get by.
Emma Klein [5] 'Call me Em.'
Alex Fetherheart [4] well It seems that I am still alive so i might as well go find someone to help
Lewis Blake [3] A small swift man that's built rather well.
Daniel Jericho [1] Wanderer of the Wastes, Soldier, Scout and Warrior
Joseph Eli Caldwell [0] Joseph or Eli

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Em sat at one of the tables in her bar, the Silver Venom. She kicked her feet up on the table, and laid her head back, resting her hands interlocked on her chest. She smiled as she saw several of her patrons getting rowdy, but also was just keeping an eye on them so that things didn't get out of control as they began to drink more. She had her own glass of whiskey at her table, but she knew she couldn't drink too much tonight, there was the meeting with the Reix going on. It had been a dream of hers to join them, but there wasn't much caps in their line of work. Mostly just blood and guts, which she didn't mind, but that didn't pay for her house in the city. But this time, she wasn't passing up the chance to be in their ranks, and she was interested in seeing who else showed up.

There was a big super-mutant sitting in a chair outside of her VIP room, a bouncer of sorts, to separate her common patrons from those looking to join the Reix or that were already apart of them. She was good friends with the group, but she'd still have to fill out the application that everyone else did, it kind of pissed her off, but there was nothing she could do. The door creaked open behind the super-mutant and a eaten up ghoul stepped out, he stumbled as he walked towards the bar. Em's bartender didn't take kindly to ghouls, but he knew if he said anything to him Em wouldn't let him live to see the next day, so he was pretty quiet when any asked for something to eat or drink. The ghoul ordered another round for their room and the bartender stepped away and started making the drinks, then the ghoul headed to Em's table. He fell into his chair and slouched.

"So, Em, we haven't had anyone promising show up yet. I don't have a good feeling about it," he shook his head, "I'm really glad that you're applying though, you should get it for sure."

Em kicked her feet off of the table and sat up, leaning into the table closer to the ghoul, his name was Trent, you could tell that he had once been handsome, just by the way he talked with so much confidence and poise, but the radiation had taken away his face.

"I could tell, I haven't seen anyone but the usuals in here tonight, and only a handful of those went to apply, but I think that more will show up, " As she said this, she looked to the door, looking hopeful.

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'Hurry up, zombie, I gotta go get drunk.'

Yen looked up from the gun he was tinkering with in amusement. A tough looking fellow in merc armor was standing impatiently in front of him. This man had set a Mr. Gutsy down on the table and was implying not so subtly that he wanted Yen to fix it. He observed the hapless robot with a critical eye and then looked back at the man.

'You hearin' me, zombie, or did the radiation destroy your fuckin' hearing, too?' He leaned over the table to get closer to Yen. 'Well I'll say it clearer. HURRY. THE FUCK. UP.'

Yen casually reached down, grabbed his pistol off the floor, and pointed it in the man's face, which he had so nicely put so near to him. "Please back up. I'm working." The man slowly leaned back. Yen put the pistol back on the floor, and continued talking. "This rifle is for another client. He hired me yesterday, and said it was of the utmost importance. Therefore I will get to you in a minute. I am almost finished, as you can see." A piece on the gun clicked into place. And another. "Done. Now I will go outside to test it. If you'll excuse me." He stood up to leave, only to find the merc's gun in his face.

'I can play this game too, zombie. Put the rifle down and fix this damn hunk of metal, or I will put my own hunk of metal right through your motherfuckin' brain.'

Yen set the rifle down, still coolly, and sat down. Then he looked at the robot. "There's nothing wrong with it."

'What?'

"There is nothing wrong with your robot." Yen repeated. "It is simply out of batteries."

The merc stood there angrily. 'Then what the hell did I come here for?!?'

"Nothing, apparently. Get out of this shop, and find a new battery. At least I'm not going to make you pay me."

The merc left grugdingly. Yen sat back and sighed. There were at least two clients like that per day. Well, he was gone now. Yen picked up the rifle and walked outside to finish it.

Yen closed up his shop with a sigh. Hopefully this was the last time. The last time he would offer to be a group's hacker. He had made dozens of offers to dozens of groups, but none of them would accept him for different reasons: he was a zombie, he was too old, they didn't believe that he was as good as he said he was, they were full up, they needed someone with caps, etc. He was an expert in computers and repair, but you wouldn't know it by looking at him. He looked decrepit, like an old shack by the side of the road. He was so beaten up he didn't even recognize himself anymore. He certainly didn't look like an adventurer. But he knew he was one.

He turned the sign on the door to "closed" and paused for a moment, wishing himself luck. He didn't have much of it. Then he turned away, walking toward Silver Venom.

When he opened the door to the inn, the smell of whiskey and beer breezed by him pleasantly. He inhaled deeply and looked around. Seeing Emma looking at him, he smiled. This only made him look more gruesome, but he did it anyway. He liked Emma. Everybody did. She was talking to another ghoul whom Yen did not recognize. Intrigued, Yen walked over. "Hey, Em." he rasped. "How're you doing?"

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Alex covered his lower face with a bandana he found as the bar came into sight. finely he thought thinking to himself. Alex was tired from a rather.... tough trip. he massaged his shoulder where he had been his with a rather large stick from a Suppermutant. lucky the stick broke when it hit him and he was able to run his knife through it's neck killing him without too much trouble.

Making the bar on his pit boy as he walked up to it he overheard a few guy's talking about Reix and how they where looking for recruit's. looking at his wallet which was little more that a cloth with some string, that it was getting dangerously close to being empty. well at lest i will hopefully get someone to watch my back getting his hope's up to find someone to travel with, it was rather boring being all alone. He opened the door making to effort to hide his arrival. looking around he saw whom he thought to be the one in charge speaking with a few ghoul's. He approached her and said in a casual tone "pardon me mam but I am looking to find a group called Reix and herd that they where hiring could you tell me where i could sine up?"

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Niklas had been sitting in the bar for a good hour, listening to the incoherent blabber of the Saloon. He sighed, probably the first time he breathed in an hour. He smirked behind his Mask when another Ghoul walked in. "Ah, so zey actually can present zemselves." He muttered, laughing to himself. He stood up, and in less than a Second, He walked up behind Yen and tapped him on the back. "Gutentag, Yen. How is ze reparing going? Oh, and hello, Em." He muttered, his German Accent coming through thickly.

(( I apologise for the short first post ))

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More people made their way into her bar, several were just regular customers, but three found their way to her table. There was Yen, a fellow ghoul, but she knew she'd never really understand what he went through, no one treated her like they treated him. She still had her pretty face, never aging. Most people didn't even know she was a ghoul herself until she told them. The only give away was her left hand, and she usually didn't flaunt that around. his eyes were old, and wise, and to probably no one but Emma, they looked kind. She smiled at him as he sat down, he was somewhat of an old friend of hers. His shop down the way had a way of drawing in a lot of her regular customers, and vice versus, his random customers had a way of making it to her bar. His customers included her bartender, but she knew outside of her bar (and especially in Yen's shop) he was rude to any ghoul. He even had a hard time working under Em.

Em grabbed her glass of whiskey and finished off the almost full cup and looked back at him,

"I'm alright, hoping to have a few more applicants for the Reix, but can't complain too much, the bars getting good business."

The bar got louder as she said this, as though in agreement to her statement.

"I did have a favor to ask of you, I was going to make my way to your shop tomorrow, but since you're here anyway...My old pistols been on the fritz, and I could normally fix it myself, but this tick is just something I can't seem to figure out."

Em's charm and charisma oozed of out her. It happened anytime that she talked, without her meaning to. That and her pretty face was the reason so many people liked her, and would do almost anything she asked of them. It was nice, but she got somewhat bored with it, not much of a challenge.

The lights in the bar started to flicker, but then steadied. The place was nice, but it was still pretty old technology. Em's eyes were very sensitive to light, and she was probably the only one that noticed the fluctuation in how bright it was. She let out a small sigh of worry, she hadn't told anyone, but she was starting to lose her vision and hadn't been able to scavenge any glasses that helped.

Just as she started to think about her problem, two more made their way over to where she sat. Alex and Niklas. At Alex's question she looked at Trent,

"You want to tell him where to go?"

Alex wasn't really someone Em knew anything about. So she left Trent to give him any information that he needed. As for Niklas, she nodded her head towards him in acknowledgment to his greeting, but looked away. She knew him a little better than Alex, but didn't know how to feel about him or his mask, she'd never seen him without it, and she never trusted anyone that she couldn't really make eye contact with. After the exchanges, Em turned her attention back to Yen, awaiting his answer.

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Lewis had just rolled into town. He'd heard from a few travellers on the dusty road of a Reix meeting going on in the local Inn tonight. He didn't know too much about them; or their purpose. Only snippets he can remember from their radio broadcasts. But that didn't matter to him. All he thought was where this group goes, they'll be fighting, and fighting means spoils; and spoils means caps.

He had a quick look around the town, it didn't take him long to find the Inn. A quick equipment check and he was ready to go. It had become a bit of a habit, that he'd run over everything he had before going to a new place. Perhaps his acute paranoia from constantly looking over his shoulder, expecting to see an old face of someone he'd double crossed.

"Gun...check...knifes...check...caps..." He spoke out loud, while patting himself down on the items. "Caps...caps?" He patted his back pocket, his face dropped as he frantically dived his hand in to find nothing at all. He sighed, he was all too used to it. Dealing with the types of people he did it's not surprising they'd be so kind to empty his back pocket for him. Nonetheless, he shrugged, happy enough he still had a gun on his hips and his knifes holstered on his thighs.

He opened the inn door, greeted by a breeze of warm alcohol tinted air and the loud chatter of the drinking folk. He stepped inside, closing the door. A quick look around didn't show him anything interesting, yet he had a double take at the large super mutant sitting down by the door. He casually walked amongst the crowd before finding an empty seat at the bar. He sat down, leaning over to grab the attention of the bartender who was more then busy trying to keep up with the crowd tonight.

"Hey, lad...who'd I see about this Reix meeting eh?" He spoke loud, trying to drown out the chattering crowd and the drunks; incoherently trying to order their next drink, but he didn't seem to get noticed. He swirled on his chair to face the crowd sitting on the tables, eyeing up each person. He'd wait until the bartender was a little less busy before trying again.

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Yen nodded, then strained to hear her proposition. Well, not exactly a proposition, more of a request. Em was too good a friend for him to make her pay him for the occasional favor. "Of course. Do you have it with you? I could take a quick look at it now if you want." But then someone tapped him on the back. Yen flinched slightly. He wasn't used to being touched. Turning around, he saw Niklas standing behind him. Yen frowned inwardly. He didn't really like Niklas. There was something... odd about him that Yen couldn't quite place. But outside he gave a tight smile. "Hello, Niklas. It's going well, I suppose. How is sitting around being bored going?"

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Niklas had a slight hiss in his voice when he spoke to Yen, it's almost like he thought Yen knew who he really was. "Same old, Yen. How is being old?" He grunted, pulling up a seat. He had completely lost his German accent, since he was too focused on Yen. "Anyway, Reix, hmm?" He whispered, showing genuine interest, unlike his usual attitude.

He tentatively rubbed his arm, which had been shot earlier. He had bandaged it, but it was a close encounter.

"Oi! You! Mask-Boy!" Shouted a deep, growling voice. Niklas turned slowly, and bowed - His sword making a deep mark in the floor. "The Regent of the Mask, The Jack of All Blades is here at your service." He laughed, lifting his head and smiling behind his mask. "Give me your Caps, and you might live a minute longer!" the Man yelled, who from his armour looked like a Raider. Shortly after, a group of them emerged. "Ah.. So you plan on killing me, do you?" Niklas laughed, standing in a battle position. The raiders charged him, most of them using Knives and an assortment of Sharp Weapons. Niklas dodged them all, his skill much better than theirs. Within seconds, he had unleashed a flurry of parries, leaping over attacks and following up with a barrage of his own. He rolled underneath one of them, and sliced his leg open, before snapping the bone out with a quick punch.

He stood up, slightly fatigued. Niklas didn't even notice the one raider in the back. All he heard was the noise of the trigger, and then he felt the impact of the bullet. It burrowed itself into his armour, and ripped into his skin slightly. Niklas pulled the Bullet out quickly, and fell to his kness in pain. He clutched his arm. The Raider tripped on a fallen comrade's blade, and killed himself on it. Niklas forced himself to his feet with great effort, and walked to the bar, and had his arm bandaged.


He put his hand on his mask briefly, and pulled it off slightly, his eyes shining like Brown Moons. They were directed at Em and Yen. "So, you were always unnerved about seeing mein face, correct?"

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As Alex got the info about sinning up with Reix and he got up and walked over and filled in the paperwork to see if he could get in, although he had only so much confidence. Seeing how little people seemed to be interested in him, he proceeded to get himself a nukacola and sip at it waited for the meeting to start and to see if he got in. Will this one work out..... or will this be another fiasco nothing to do but wait boring.

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Daniel had just arrived in town from his long journey the previous night, and after catching some shuteye at the local Inn he makes his way over to The Silver Venom for the Reix meeting scheduled that night. Upon walking in, Dan asks for a scotch from the bar. Seeing as so many people were gathered around a younger-looking woman (Em), he assumes that she was the person that he needed to be listening to and quietly takes a place at the table waiting for her to put out the info he needed.

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Sean gripped at a loose scarf around his face that he'd picked up along a lonely road. He came to a small settlement, and instantly felt safer. With his Hunting rifle slung over his shoulder, he wandered into town and found a bar. Quietly, he opened the door and made his way inside.
As soon as he was in, the aroma of alcohol fill his nose. Although he didn't normally drink, his tired and weak body was willing to make an exception. He ripped off the scarf and folded it into his bag, which he propped against the bar as he found a stool.
Reaching into his pocket, he took out some caps and nodded to the bartender.
"Hey, can I get a vodka please?" He asked, silently angry at himself for ordering such a cliche drink with his Russian accent.

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Yen's eyes narrowed when Niklas's accent dropped completely away. "Yes, I'm going to try to join. Again." he said with a chagrined look.

'So, you were always unnerved about seeing mein face, correct?' The accent was back. Odd.

Yen replied with a sarcastic smile, "I've found that people are usually more unnerved about mine."

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Niklas laughed slightly. "I've seen Non-Ghouls who look worse. You don't look that bad." He grunted, putting his mask back on.

He unsheathed his blade, and lovingly placed it on his lap, and started to polish it. The blade let off a perfect gleam, like someone had just made it. He quickly sheathed it again, and looked towards Yen. "You know.."

"If you dislike me, you should say so. It would save any sarcastic comments you could muster, Yen. And there is a perfectly good reason i am behind this mask."

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Sean glanced over his shoulder to see the glint of a blade. He only got a good look at it for a few seconds, but it was enough. He had never seen a sword of such condition, it was as if the steel had been freshly forged, but he knew any factories still running these days were either making guns, caps, booze, or all three.

He let out a low whistle at the fine weapon, before going back to his drink that had suddenly been placed in front of him.
Smiling thankfully, he payed the bartender, then went back to his thoughts. He was pondering why the bar was so busy tonight of all nights, maybe it was always like this, he wasn't to know, he was only stopping by, unless fate were to have a different idea.
He glanced down at the warm vodka in his glass. He gave it a less than pleased look, before taking a gulp.

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feeling bored Alex pulled out his scoped .44 magnum. He set it down in front of him and looked at it, it was the finest gun he owned. Besides a few minor scratches the gun was in near perfect shape, it was accurate, did not jam and fired with full strength, the only problem was ammo. Alex had only a few really good bullet's about twelve that where in good enough shape and three odd bullet's which power's he had not yet figured out. The rest of his ammo was of inferior quality and was worried it might damage the gun. his other gun's where average and so was the ammo. His knife was a decent peace of steel but was old and could snap off if he got a bad hit in, he need to replace it soon. looking at the odd figure's around he saw someone who caught his eye, a man with a mask he had ignored him before thinking he might be trouble do to the mask but as he took a closer look he saw that he had some Very fine blade's. I need some blades like that he thought. Those blades where fresh something that was not common out in the wast, or at least he had seen very little of it in the time he had spent out of the vault. Putting his pistol back into it's holster, he proceed to get up and walk over to the masked man and waited for him to finish up whatever he was doing and said "hello I cant not help but say how i admire your fine blade's may i ask where you got them? i wouldn't mind getting a pair for myself

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Lewis sat in his stool with his back facing the bar, still looking out into the crowd until the fight broke out. He watched carefully. Too many times he's been in a middle of a rumble and someone trips over in their directions and just like that; you're a part of it. But luckily the fight ended nearly as quick as it started.

"Tut...tut...tut, what a bloody mess..." His accent was that of a cockney englishman, paired well with his raspy, croaky voice.

He stood up, grabbing one of the lifeless bodies.

"Can't be having these stink the place out!" He said, hauling one of the bodies outside the door.

As soon as he was outside, he took the body around the side of the building and dumped it. He peered around, having a quick look to make sure no one was coming or going into the inn and when he was sure he was alone he gave a quick frisk. He reached into a pocket, pulling out a little wallet with a handful of caps inside. Everything else was rubbish, and the clothes were slashed and bloodied. Else they might have made a profit to the right man.

He got back up and back in side, idly dragging the rest of the bodies out and around the side, taking his time. Perhaps to make others believe he was generally taking them somewhere out of the way and not a few seconds away to rot. The rest of the raiders didn't have anything on them worth taking, their weapons were in poor condition. It's a miracle that gun even fired.

He left them in a pile, all huddled on top of each other as he made his way back inside.

He wore a smile on his face as he strolled up to the bar, sitting back in his seat and slamming down the few caps he'd got off the bodies.

"One vodka please my good mate!" He hinted over towards the bartender, "And while you're at it, do you know who owns this place, it isn't you hm?"

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Niklas was staring at Yen, his eyes not leaving him for a moment. Another voice got his attention, and Niklas turned to a Strange boy. There was something about him that drew Niklas to respond.

"This Blade, The Blade of Ashtear, the Archfiend of the Wasteland, Is mine. I forged it, with some help from various tradesmen. It is not made out of your flimsy Gunmetal, or steel. It is Polished Carbon Steel. Nothing you will ever see in your life, child." He grunted, his English Accent coming through. It didn't take long for him to correct his error. "But zhat is nein important. You want a Zweihander, or a Kurzschwert, Dolch? Ah, my mistake. A Claymore, a Shortsword or a Dagger? I would never make a longsword like my own again."

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Em nodded to Yen, and started to get up from the table. As she did the man with the mask pulled it away from his face, and she caught a glimpse of what was beneath. It wasn't at all what she'd expected it to be like. She smiled slightly at him, a little more at ease now that she'd seen. As she began to walk away she asked anyone for their drink orders, but walked away before they could respond. After making her way to the bar, she reached over top of it and got one of her pistols from under the counter and poured herself another shot of whiskey. When she turned around she noticed that things were starting to get more rowdy in the bar and it unnerved her. She heard someone ask for the owner of the bar from the bartender and she went in his direction.

"That'd be me."

After he got his drink she nodded her head towards the table she was at,

"Not sure why you're here, but go ahead and make your way over here."

She noticed that everyone was flaunting their weapons, mostly just swords and such, but none the less she didn't know a lot of the people that well. She focused on those showing their swords,

"Just don't get out of hand with those, "

As she did she noticed another guy walk up to listen, but he was quiet, staying out of the way. She'd never seen him before either.

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Lewis grabbed his vodka and tossed over the caps. Smiling at Em who had overheard him asking who the owner might be. He looked over towards her, smiling politely.

"Lovely place you have!" He said, raising his shot glass high and quickly chugging it back. He winced slightly, shivered and then shook off the after taste. "Although a bit rowdy." He smirked at her, hinting down at the blood still on the floor from the recent scrap.

He stood up, making his way over the the table of folk she'd hinted at. He'd guessed that she assumed he was here for the meeting. He made eye contact with the folk around the table, greeting them with a pleasant nod and a toothy smile.

"Ello everyone, lovely weather eh?"

He grinned ear to ear, grabbing an empty seat and sitting awkwardly amongst the table of strangers.

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Sean toyed with his drink, as if trying to make a decision as he looked from his glass to the table in front of him, which was gaining popularity, it seemed.
With mild contempt, he downed his drink, frowning, not at the strength of the Vodka, but at the taste. He put the glass down, and reached into one of his pockets, taking out a crumpled piece of paper. Crudely scribbled down, were the words Reix and the name of the bar.

Sean hadn't really noticed the name of this watering hole, only that it was somewhere to rest. Inadvertently, he'd stumbled across the very place he was hoping to find what he was looking for, a group named The Reix.

He rose to his feet, and made his way over to the table.

"Excuse me..." He started, even making the effort to retain only a light Russian accent, something difficult when you're extremely tired.

"I was looking for a...Reix, meeting, I guess this is it?" He asked, gesturing to the amass of people sat around the table.

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Yen stared at Niklas, then rested his gaze when Niklas' attention was directed toward a newcomer. He rolled his eyes as Niklas showed off his sword and knowledge of them and how to make them, etc. To be quite honest, Yen wasn't exactly sure why he didn't like Niklas. Maybe it was the mask, maybe it was the over-confidence, maybe it was just his personality. But there was something else... Something off.

Another man came over, bringing Yen out of his thoughts, and asked with an odd accent if this was the Reix meeting. This place was just full of odd accents today. "Yes." Yen answered, smiling and standing up. "I'm Yen. Pleased to meet you." He extended his hand for the man to shake.

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Alex was amazed to hear that the masked man had forged the blade himself and even offered to make him one. Back at the vault there was no way to produce anything of that quality. Pulling his knife slowly out of it sheath he put it on the table in fount of them. "truth is friend i do indeed need a new blade, but i would not be able to pay for it because I am a little low on cap's at the moment. This knife is all i have if something get's close to me. It's dull and is ready to snap at any moment, plus it is too small for fighting some of the monster's running around that I saw. all I could offer you is a favor and that may not be enough for work as fine as your own" he said as he explained his current situation "If i could get a blade a think a short sword would do me but there is very little i can offer except my help with a job or two as well as a friend, although that may not mean much in these time's" he smiled at the masked man. most people would be at odds with a man with a mask on but he liked the older man. "oh and my name is Alex" he said as he held out his hand.

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Sean shook Yen's hand firmly, returning a friendly smile.
"Likewise, Yen, my name's Sean, or so I'm told." He said with a light chuckle, there was a strange charm about his own accent, only a twang of a slavic slur, take that away and he could pass as an American.

"Er, I hate to sound dumb, but I'm not very informed about this new group. What exactly is the Reix setting out to acheive?" He asked as he pulled up a chair.

"I mean, with time, of course."

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Yen smiled more easily now, liking this strange man more and more. "I'm not sure exactly. Something about taking back Charleston from Black." Then he chuckled, "Truth is, I don't really care what they're doing as long as I get to do it with them. Sixty-four years of repairing is just beginning to get boring." He laughed. It was something he did a lot. He knew that most ghouls were ornery, sarcastic fellows, and he got pretty tired of them pretty quick. So he chose to be a chummy, sarcastic fellow and be happy with that. It was good enough, he thought.

He looked over at the crowd and decided that they looked like they weren't going to start yet. So he started something he truly enjoyed - conversation. "So, where did you come from, Sean? I haven't ever seen you around."

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Sean squinted, thinking for a second.
"I've been traveling on the old highways for...a few months, it must have been now. I was heading along route 64 from Indiana when I heard about this meet up." He explained, leaning in towards Yen slightly.

"However, as far as roots go, I was born a traveler I suppose. You see I was of this entire wandering tribe, and they all spoke like I do, but stronger and in another language. One day, we were moving along this massive sand dune, when a storm picked up. I swear, it was so thick my eyes were red for days afterwards." He told his story with great enthusiasm, knowing all the right times to pause and where to put emphasis on his words.

"I ended up getting lost in this storm, and found myself in the hands of these friendly, capable people called The Followers of The Apocalypse. They taught me English, basically made me the man I am today. I owe them a lot, that much can be said." He said.

"How about you, Yen? I bet in your age, you've seen a Hell of a lot more than me." Sean asked this time, more interested in hearing Yen's story than retelling his own.