Post-Apocalyptic D.C.

(OOC)-Power Armour is fine with me, it's strong but can be pentrated. And we'll probably roleplay past your character. So we can keep it going, it isn;t haulted for 3 days. Look forward to your return.

(OOC me too well let thing get messy and blood just like fallout 3)

(ooc - And Red would have made a move if you had waited for me to post, but anyway.)

"Hey, thanks!" I said as the robot handed me 100 caps. This was obviously a very generous person. That boded well. It looked like we could be good friends.

'It's just to risky, and Red, if you had made a move our asses would not have needed saving.'

"Hey, I had no idea you were going to act so quickly. Can't you allow me a little room for first-time-awe? I've only been out of the vault for eight months, gosh." Then I watched as they bickered childishly. I flinched at the word "ghoul." It was still hard for me to think of myself as anything other than human. Then they started bickering about the Brotherhood of Steel, and then things got really bad. They were both taunting each other in their arrogant ways and someone needed to intercede. I slowly took out my pistol, but didn't point it at anyone. Yet.

"Hey..." I said, stepping in between the two. "Let's stop being so mistrustful and mean-like and just let the guy help us? I mean, how many people in the wasteland genuinely want to help us? None, right? Except this chum. So let's indulge him. So let's put that hand down, okay? And try to be civilized here."

(OOC)-Yes, but ICly, have to be angry at your character's lapse. >_>

(IC)- "Genuinely? Based on what? Him crushing one SuperMutant and we're to believe nothing in particular about someone of disregard. Any man that implies I need help. Will not be giving me any." I'd smirk, my eyes flickering to the pistol, as Red drew it. My lip would part at the right edge of the smirk, baring a canine tooth in anticipation. I'd clap Red on the shoulder with the palm of the gauntlet, with a hint of annoyance. It may seem a jovial gesture, however.

"Let us be off. Charon should have scouted the way by now." I'd turn walking away at a nonchalant pace. My back tense and ears perked. Ready to spring into action. It would be a short walk to the National Archives from here..