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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.09 22:09:00 -
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The Mojave. A quiet place. All until the damn NCR came and "civilized" the land. That old world wall became a subject of their affection. But you can't expect to take the dam without someone else also staking a claim to it. Caesar also claimed it for himself but was beat to the punch. The bear and the bull; the two biggest blights on the land.
Max was a mojave desert ranger. Watched over Novac, Nelson and Searchlight while on his patrols. But after a while, everything started to crumble. Searchlight was annexed by the NCR, thus becoming a target for the legion. Novac seemed to be plagued by having the ghouls near by and Nelson...well, we all know what happened to Nelson. Plagued by failure and ashamed at the desert rangers for merging into the NCR, he left. He simply gave up fighting. He now stays at Goodsprings, in the prospector saloon.
Max was in the prospector saloon. It was late morning and the whole town was in a uproar about some brain dead courier who got shot in the head and put in a shallow grave. Victor dug him up and left him at doc Mitchell's for healing but I doubt anyone can save that courier now. The jukebox was on and Lazy day blues was playing in the distance while Trudy was wiping down the counter top. Max was sitting in a booth in the corner, acting bitter after what happened.
"I can't believe it. The desert rangers ******* gave up. ******* NCR and their ******* rules and taxes n' ****. No one needed them and we still don't need em'. Same goes for the legion..."
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Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.09 22:47:00 -
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* facepalms
((Would have RPed anywhere but the ******* Mojave..... Oh well POST INCOMMING!))
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
354
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Posted - 2015.06.10 12:02:00 -
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Max, being deep in sorrow, looked over to see a new face in the saloon. "Huh...a doctor? Or maybe another one of Caesar's couriers?" Taking another drink of his Rum n' Nuka he took a better look at the newcomer. Slightly browned skin, a makeshift spear and worn out gear...If I didn't know any better, I would guess him a tribal...huh, might be out from Arizona...Caesar's land. Leaving a pile of caps on the table for my tab, I headed out.
S:7 P:8 E:7 C:4 I:5 A:4 L:5
Traits: Hoarder
Skills:
T.A.G - Guns
T.A.G - Survival
T.A.G - Repair
My character is more or less a ranger. A sniper that lives of the land. I have a hunting revolver and a hunting rifle with a custom bolt action and a improved hammer and firing mechanism. I also walk around with a dufflebag flung around my shoulder.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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Diablo Gamekeeper
Escrow Removal and Acquisition
No Context
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Posted - 2015.06.10 13:22:00 -
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Meh, i just get the 4th tag perk and almost perfect.
TUNNEL SNAKES RULE
I have DESTROYED CCP Rattati
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.10 14:11:00 -
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Lucas finally arrived at the Mojave Outpost. He came in west across the Long 15 working as a bodyguard for a caravan. It was dull work, and he avoided it when he could, but he was headed east anyway for New Vegas looking for work. Hitman, Hired gun, Mercenary, even Assassin are all terms used to describe him at some point. As long as the caps were good he'd take the job. After hitting the Outpost he stayed a while in the bar waiting for his papers to clear, 'God damn bureaucracy' he thought to himself as he listened to some woman babble on about her troubles to a bottle of whiskey.
Once he was cleared through he made his way out and headed north, to New Vegas. The sun was beating down hard, making him seat under his reinforced leather. His face was kept shaded by his hat, similar to the ones the Mojave Rangers wore but without the insignia, and his eyes by the "authority" sunglasses. Along the road he saw a someone brandishing a tire iron rushing at him. Not taking any chances he raised his Laser Rifle and took aim. Three shots is all it took for them to fall down. He got closer and looted the body, turned out to be a fairly young man who took up raiding travellers judging from what he was wearing. Didn't have anything useful on him other than a few caps.
Eventually Lucas came across a little town called Goodsprings. A fine enough place to rest before continuing north, he headed into the Prospector Saloon sharing a "Good Day" with the ol' fella sitting out front. He walked slowly into the building with all his weapons clearly visible. Rifle slung across his back, 9mm Pistol holstered on his hip combat knife on his thigh and two grenades dangling from his belt. He was actually very poor with the knife, but it was better than a bare fist. He took a seat, threw a couple caps on the counter and asked Trudy for the hardest stuff she had.
He'd taken notice of two others, one in a doctors garb and another looking like he was trying to drown his sorrows, like that woman in the Outpost. He had little patience for people like that so he spoke up while putting his glasses and hat on the counter revealing his short hair and tanned skin. "There's much quicker ways of killing yourself. I could give you a hand with it if you want."
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S:3 P:9 E:4 C:3 I:8 A:6 L:7
Traits: Trigger Discipline
Tagged Skills:
Energy Weapons
Explosives
Sneak
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What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
354
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Posted - 2015.06.10 14:40:00 -
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"Kill myself? No, not yet. I still have a job to do." Max scans the new figure that walked in. "Heavy with the dust of the long 15. NCR. Maybe you're a ranger here to get me to join the baja rangers? No, that would be too obvious. A walking target...Who are you?" Max then turning to face the new wanderer, with a twirl of his trench coat, his armor seeming more obvious. Desert pale. The desert ranger armor.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.10 16:24:00 -
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Lucas' request was fulfilled by some scotch. He'd poured it into a glass as the man responded to him and took a swig of the drink, then let out a low chuckle at the end of the other's sentence "Heh, no, I don't work with NCR right now, and never did officially." He turned his head to take a look, trademark trench coat. Likely no love for NCR in him. "Names Lucas Grey. Call me Lucas, Luke, Grey, Fool with the laser rile, or anything else you'd prefer. But something tells me you're not just looking for a name."
He paused a moment to take another drink.
"Call me a mercenary."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
354
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Posted - 2015.06.10 19:00:00 -
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"Mercenary. Money for blood. For caps. How many bottles of Nuka can be filled with the amount of blood you spilled? The amount of caps you got? Don't feel guilt do you? I doubt they do out west." Max opened his duffle and pulled out his desert ranger helmet and puts it on. "Be careful out there. If you're weak, the mojave'll break you. Let the land do it's killing. A lesson learned from a courier. Tribal no less." Max then pulled out a canteen and took a sip. Flinging his hunting rifle over his shoulder, he started heading out. "But before I go, I have a proposition, Mercenary. I need to get to nipton. It's a weeks worth of travel. A promise I made. Have to keep. I'll make it worth your while."
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Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.06.10 21:27:00 -
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Chamber's couldn't help but snort into his Sunset Sarsaparilla as another travel worn soul who appeared deep enough in his cups that he probably should have keeled over rather than taken another swig. Rather than interrupt he returned to his conversation with Trudy asking around for work and paying her a kind word or two for her help.
The grimy bottle of Sarsaparilla was lukewarm but refreshing and better than nothing as he had come to understand from many long weeks on the road drinking little enough but slightly irradiated Dirty Water. His saving grace during that time had been the small rations of Rad-Away he'd managed to acquire from one of the traders for almost all of the caps he had on him. However those had come back to him in a full karmic circle as the poor bastard had been dragged underground thrashing, screaming, and covered in ****.
"So how'd a beautiful woman like yourself end up running the bar in a town like Goodsprings?" He asked in an offhanded fashion warily keeping an eye on the newcomer with the Laser Rifle slung over his shoulder. The people who carried them usually couldn't be trusted to watch out for a man on the road, more than like to be the ones doing the ambushing.
"Not sure if beautiful is the right word...... but...thankyou. I've been here...." She continued. ".....not really sure what else to be doin these days. Giving a traveller a cool drinks as good as anything else."
"Ayuh it is Trudy. Beautiful and kind, couldn't get myself something else? A vodka maybe?.....still it's a wonder more men like myself aren't in here hanging on for your attentions."
She scowled at Chamber's two small dots of red dawning on her rosy cheeks, an expression that did not exactly mean she wanted him to stop but wasn't used to casual flirtation, before moving back behind the bar.
He breathed a sigh of relief. He'd forgotten how nice it was to be around people again, even simply talking with them in a very simple manner was nice and made him feel like a person again. He twisted himself on the barstoo draining the last of his Sarsaparilla and leaning back against the bar. He was 'fortunate' enough to have caught the last few moments of a self righteous lecture.
"Pal" he replied. "Might want to easy up on the moralising. Gun for hire's a clean a work as any....certainly more so than ranging these wastes bringing 'your justice' at the barrel of a gun. Most folk's blood who'd stain your hands likely earned themselves that bullet because they came running at you desperate or starving... needing some kind of aid....but that's not your business is is bud?"
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
361
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Posted - 2015.06.10 22:33:00 -
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Stopping and turning my head over to the other one sitting at the bar. Eye lenses red and almost lifeless from the helmet. "Death from afar. Almost religious to me. Kill those that threaten the lives of the innocent. Self defense too if need be. Legion, Khans, Fiends, NCR, Mercenaries, assassins, Brotherhood of Steel. Each are the same yet simply show difference in discipline and uniform. Each kill for their own reasons. They don't see the killing from their weapons, look but don't see, hear but don't listen. My justice is justified. And if they're so hungry that they need to bleed the caps out of others, than they are too desperate to distinguish themselves from murderers."
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.10 22:54:00 -
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Lucas sat the by his drink as the other two men carried the conversation, though his short temper showed during Max's self-righteous nonsense when he slammed his fist on the desk and stood up to face him. "Listen mate, there's no innocents out here and it's kill or be killed. Anyone you've shot is no different from anyone I have, someone who pissed off enough people to have a target on them, so don't sell me your bullshit."
Sitting back down slightly calmer, though still with a hint of annoyance in his voice he continued.
"Now, as for your request, I'm headed the opposite direction to New Vegas and I'm not keen on taking the long way around. Unless you give me a pretty good reason why I shouldn't head north you're on your own."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
361
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Posted - 2015.06.10 23:26:00 -
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"Cazadors and deathclaws lay claim to the north of goodsprings. I couldn't kill the Alpha male of the pack. Too strong unless you have God's wrath with you. Powder gangers to the south. A creation of NCR but weaker than the Mojave. Even if you don't trust me...well, let the land do your killing." Beginning to walk out of the saloon, Max felt the sun come down on him like spears of Helios. Heading to the direction of the general store, he knew his goal. Whether he walked the road on his lonesome or with shadows to follow.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.06.10 23:26:00 -
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The wasteland surgeon jumped slightly in his seat as the second armoured man almost reaching for the .357 hidden in the waist band of his pants. He stopped just short. Old-world tech was unstable. Just as unstable as the fools who went looking for it or maintained a complete knowledge of its inner workings.
He found the Ranger's words distasteful. Very rarely was the world so black and white, especially these days, especially in this place. The people of the wastes always had someone claiming to be on their side though usually their 'protection' usually did them little good and left their homes a soldering pile of cinders. Despite this he found the irony of his own road-way philosophy intensely sardonic despite its accuracy and pragmatism.
"Whatever...... let's just drop it." He said flashing Trudy a smile as she poked her head around the bar with a concerned expression on her face. "Better things I could be doing with more companionable people than arguing with you two."
He returned to his drink flicking a couple of caps into the bar to pay for his drink. Sure he could trade away a few things but most of what he had on him he needed......the Fission Battery though could probably make him twenty caps or so if he was lucky but he was loath to part with it. This town had a Doctor, didn't look like any dust ups would be going down any time soon, and there was little he could do but hunt and skin Gecko for his evening meal.
"Hey pal. You said Nipton right. Came right on through there on the journey West. Godawful looking place but for a few caps I'll keep you stitched up if you need it. Though might we worth waiting till tomorrow..... I have...er..... plans tonight."
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
361
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Posted - 2015.06.10 23:35:00 -
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"We leave tomorrow at late Noon. Grab whatever you need, nothing more. The road is treacherous and breaks the weak, don't weigh yourself down with old world relics." Max pulls out a bottle of water and hands it to the wandering doctor. "Water is worth more than caps out here. Our next stop will be the goodspring's source. Meet up outside the saloon tomorrow and we'll depart...tribal."
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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Spademan
6
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Posted - 2015.06.11 00:22:00 -
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'Cazadors? Deathclaws? Bollocks.' images of the two creatures swirled through Lucas' mind after the Ranger spoke of them. That's gone and mucked up his plans, if he'd known there was Deathclaws this way he'd never have headed up this way. He'd barely noticed the other two leave as he tried to think of a way to continue north. He'd never take him in a straight fight. Sneak past? he thought, 'No. Those deathclaws would find him easily. **** it, south it is' he resigned himself to the idea, finished his drink and walked out of the saloon, donning his hat again.
He travelled to the nearby general store hoping to pick up some water and ammunition. He inspected what he had along the way, a few hundred caps, plenty for the time being. Enough cells for probably around 50 shots and nearly 100 9mm bullets. Some boxes of Cram, food wasn't too bad, it could often be hunted. The water was the more pressing matter, only two bottles were left. As he entered the store he saw him again, the Ranger. "Ranger, if what you said is true then it looks like I'm headed through Nipton anyway."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.11 01:08:00 -
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" Yeah up yours too pal." He mumbled turning back to face the bar and Trudy who was pouring him a drink of Vodka.
The liquor was absolutely tasteless but went down like a treat in the small serving glasses arranged before him. Two in fact. He glanced up at Trudy pouring herself a serving of the freshly distilled alcohol refilling his own glass and leaving the bottle on the counter top.
"So. You've been asking about me all evening. Fresh in off the wastes with not a word about yourself, not even your name. Charming as you are I like to get to know my client's before they are like to become regulars."
She'd turned up a broken down old radio behind her which hummed with white noise for several moments, a quick patch work fix of poorly soldered wires and chewing gum holding the machine together, as it began ironically playing 'It's a Sin to tell a Lie'
He chuckled briefly enjoying the music, the first he'd heard in weeks. His radio was a piece of junk barely even worth scrapping down for the metal fragments or copper wiring. "Quite the musical tastes you have there Trudy."
"And quite the evasive man you are proving to be. I knew it was coming on. They play the same thing on loops everyday....frustrating as that is I figured this would be appropriate."
He drained the small glass of the misty liquid, blinking as his eyes began to water, gesturing for another, and wincing as she stopped short of pouring another until he placed a cap on the counter top. Even then she still eyed him with an expectant look.
He sighed deeply. "Fine. I'm Chamber's.....not my real name but it's what people always called me. Ask away."
So she did. For several hours in between seeing to the evening rush as the town locals piled into the bar yelling and jostling for another round or telling lavish exaggerations of the the Gecko's they'd seen in the hills nearby. Gecko's he'd seen on his journey North that hadn't even reached full maturity and likely wouldn't for another dozen seasons.
It was close to closing time when he saw her again looking thoroughly worn out. A thin sheen of sweat gleamed across her forehead, the grease stained apron smelt of seasoned Gecko steaks, a single lock of brown hair slick against her forehead, cheeks the most attractive shade of rose pink.
"So a Tribal? You'd think the spear was a bit of a give away." She joked offering him an appraising sideways glance, wandering back over, polishing the glass of a cracked and chipped pitcher. " And a surgeon to boot. From out which ways?"
"East. Spent a great deal of time with the Church of the Road." He replied, noting her confused expression at the foreign term. "Small group of travellers. Spend most of their time trying to organise safe communes for people, travelling to one far off place or another. That's how I got to be with them and learning medicine."
He grinned cheekily.
[Lady Killer] "As for being a Tribal.... there's certain.... stuff you pick up living in the Tribe. Uncivilised stuff....I'd be more than happy to show you."
"Really now? She replied coyly. "We to be truthful I do have something a man of medicine might be able to help me with.....an itch that can't rightly be scratched..."
[Medicine 40] "An itch? Beneath the epidermis. Do you have rash like symptoms of contusions on the skin? Bites? Sores? Are they weeping? Sometimes even acute allergic reactions are the cau-..." He cut off suddenly understanding the inflection. Her eyebrow was raised as if to ask if he even wanted this at all.
He flushed a bright red his tone apologetic. "Sorry....uh.....been on the trail a long ti-"
"Whatever Tribal. Settle your tab and let's go." As he tossed the last of his caps on the counter, grabbing the half empty bottle of Vodka and his spear, stuffing the rest of his belongings into his pack.
[Lady Killer] "Y'know what I most love about Vodka." She shrugged."It's easy on the eyes, tart, and tastes wonderful...... like I imagine you do." He laughed as she rolled her eyes.
The following morning he awoke a little before noon completely refreshed, Trudy having already left, setting him a pail of cool water to scrub himself down with in the bathroom of her rather modest home. He didn't bother dressing for this, wasn't even sure where his clothes were, the house was quiet and there was no sign of people save for the pleasant snores of an old hound. He spend the time checking over his pack and the oiling the spear and .357 revolver ensuring the small pouch of rounds for the weapon hadn't been whetted.
Preparations completed he found his clothes carefully folded on the top of a broken chest of drawers. He quickly dressed happy to see the blood stains on his shirt had been scrubbed clean and were barely visible, and that the small pouch of medical supplies remained untouched.
He'd grown quite fond of the woman over the last few hours. Promised himself he'd be back one of these days to return the copy of 'The D.C Journal of Internal Medicine she'd lent him. A clock in the kitchen caught his attention.
12:30 PM.......
He practically stumbled out of the shack, almost tripping over his own feet into a dense patch of cactus, catching himself with the haft of the spear. Ahead of him the two armed gunmen waited, glaring at him impatiently.
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
361
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Posted - 2015.06.11 02:05:00 -
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Previously in the general store: "Be ready for the trek than merc. We will gather outside the saloon at late noon and make our way first to the goodspring's source." Max than drops a sack of caps on Chet's counter. "Buy only what you NEED, merc. Don't weigh yourself down with old world relics. Food, ammo, water, and other basic necessities. I'm going to the goodsprings doctor to get medical supplies. Be ready for the next week. It won't be easy". Max than left for the doctor's home.
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Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
361
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Posted - 2015.06.11 02:13:00 -
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The impatience on Max's face was hidden by his helmet but he still held disdain for the tribal to becoming a slave to his own desires. "Indulging in bad habits before a expedition...Huh...almost an omen if I didn't know any better."
Checking his sniper and his bullets to see if their was enough to go on. 115 hand loaded .308 rounds. 44 magnum rounds accounted for. His dufflebag heavy with empty bottles and other supplies for the road. He also carried another bag of .308 casings, primer and lead. Max knew how to read the stars to tell his location, how to live off the land. How to follow the sands. A specialized ranger on his lonesome for most of his life.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.11 02:14:00 -
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((MOAR. You writing a scene for Doc Mitchell's house/the following morning?))
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.11 02:18:00 -
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((Doc Mitchell's already occured. Its the morning building of your post. It was a unwritten but occurred part ))
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Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.06.11 03:57:00 -
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Typical, the surgeon thought as the Ranger strode away from the injured manhis rifle hoisted over one shoulder. The mighty never cared, not for the small people.
He quickly moved over to the injured man supporting his easily with a shoulder and gently pulled him over to the side of the road sitting him down on a boulder. From there he pulled out the bottle of purified water the Ranger had given him and offered it to Ringo.
"Two sips. No more." He said tersely reaching for his pouch of medical supplies extracting a silvery tray, a gleaming scalpel, and a single sirette of Med-X placing them on top of the boulder next to the man, needle and scalpel on top of the tray.
[Medicine 30] He glanced down at the wound. Blood had pooled around the thigh staining his trousers and leaking down the leg staining it a bright red. Pale, breathing erratically, suffered notable blood loss, not mention of poisoning or allergies to pain relief, his assessment was brief and analytical but without examining the wound itself mere speculation.
He picked up the knife explaining to the wounded man that he was a surgeon and was merely intending to examine the wound and cut into the fabric, the sharpened blade passing through the material with ease, exposing the wound. Chamber's cleared away the hot rivulets of blood streamed down the outside of the leg from several tough tears and contusions in the skin observing jagged metallic objects protruding from the flesh.
" I want to take him to the town Doc." He said hurriedly to the other gun slinger knowing that field surgery would likely do more harm than help in this case, the wound could potentially become infected if sand or grit managed to get in. "What's your play hero?"
[Medicine 40] Despite the caravanner's mewling Chambers continued to treat the wound, cleaning the wound with a linen rag so that the wounds could be easily identified, slipping the surgical tubing out of his hair creating a makeshift tourniquet tied just about the thigh. Assured that his work would hold the short journey through the township he injected the Med-X into the wounded area.
[Survival 30] Despite having seen to the wounds the mention of the Radscorpion concerned the surgeon greatly. He momentarily began searching around just off the roadside, returning a second later arms full of buffalo gourd seeds which he paired with strips of linen bandaging.
"If you are going to go take one of these to the Ranger. Handing the Mercenary the materials for two Snakebite Tourniquets. He'll know what to do."
Then he returned to his patient. The affected limb quickly lost all feeling in it limply dragging across the ground as the doctor carried the man's weight on his back towards the clinic.
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.11 10:46:00 -
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Max was perched up on a nearby building with a pair of binoculars and his sniper at the ready. Max being already bitter with the NCR trader, decided he would take it out on powder gangers that threatened the town. Noticing two figures top the horizon, max started thinking of why the caravan was allowed to come up such a dangerous route. Maybe if he stopped at the mojave outpost and talked with the "ranger" there, he would get his answer.
The two figures started to get closer. Judging from their clothing, they were NCRCF convicts. One seemed to be Hispanic and the other a African-American. Pulling up his rifle, max took aim. He only had 1 shot to scare of the others. Taking aim at the African-American, than the Hispanic. Slowly moving between the targets, pondering to himself which would live...Max lined up his scope, focused on his targets head. After a moment, a loud crack filled the air and echoed toward the the town and the small canyons surrounding the area. The bullet flew steady, hitting what he intended. It knocked the hat off of the African-American's hat. Max still peering through his scope watched the two men panic, and turn around and leave with haste.
With a heavy breathe, Max started to relax. Getting up, he started to go back into town to check what the situation was. He cared little for the injured NCR trader. His own fault he is injured. Should've just died there with his caravan and left on the sun baked asphalt. Regardless, Max was already on the ground and heading back. Hopefully the tribal already fixed him.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.11 14:35:00 -
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"As you say Ranger" replied Lucas as the other left. He purchased three bottles of water from Chet, brining his count up to 5. He'll be thirsty over the journey but rationing should give him enough, hopefully picking up more in Primm. He'd headed back to the saloon and rented a bed for the night.
He'd washed his face in the morning using the sink after another restless night, dark patches clear under his eyes. He prepared himself for the journey. Walking out he saw the Ranger, giving him a short nod but staying silent, waiting for the third. Eventually the Surgeon showed up spear in hand and throwing knives at the hip, it was the first time Lucas got a proper look at him.
[Perception]'Hmm, looks like he could be tribal. Or just looted that stuff' he thought to himself as he approached.
As with the others, he was distracted by the man running towards them. Instinctively he aimed his rifle, he was ready to take a shot if he started looking aggressive but he lowered the gun when the Ranger got in the way and approached the man. He stayed behind the others while the spoke to the man, still wary of him. As the Ranger left Lucas moved closer to take his place, keeping an eye out in case any one else came running brandishing a gun.
It was amusing, the Ranger had given a speech about protecting innocents and just left this one in the care of the Surgeon. He left him to treat the Caravanner until he was addressed directly. "The Ranger? Alright Doc." Lucas headed out the way the Ranger left and encountered him as he was returning. "Ranger, the Doc says to give these to you, tells me you'd know what to do with them. Don't ask me what for."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
365
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Posted - 2015.06.11 15:41:00 -
[24] - Quote
Max was climbing down from the roof of the building when he noticed the mercenary walking to him. He almost reminds max of a naked brotherhood knight. Pre-war tech in his hand. Old world still has fight in it. Still looking for its enemy.
"Yes I do...Interesting...This comes from out east. From the tribes. Read the sands and watch the land. Use it like your weapon. Use it to save yourself in more ways than one. Use it to kill your enemies in more ways than one. Learned how to use it from a tribal. Learned it from him when he walked the long 15. Shares my anger of the NCR and Legion. Peculiar from him. Regardless, thank you". Feeling strangely forlorn, max started walking to the town doctor to acquire another item of interest.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.06.11 21:42:00 -
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As Chambers and Ringo stumbled through the door to Doc Mitchell's clinic a single shot rang out from the edge of the wastes drowning out all noise. While gun shots of course were a common sound in the Mojave one so close to the town of Goodsprings was a dreadfully disturbing thought for the citizenry.
Through one of the heavily dusted windows the small faces of a moustached balding man appeared staring out through the web of cracks which gleamed in the noonday sun.
Before the surgeon could even knock on the door the burst through the open door taking the patient from him and drawing him off into one into the surgery and placing him on top of one of the operating tables. He noted the tourniquet and cleaned wounds and turned and expectant eye to the young tribal.
[Medicine 35] " I inspected the wound and used a clean linen rag to clean and a length of surgical tubing to tourniquet the wounded area. Also applied a moderate dose of Med-X for pain relief...." He stated, surmising what he'd been able to achieve in the short time given to him. "Patient was running on the wound, said Powder Gangers had been chasing him, and a Radscorpion... looks like shrapnel wounds to me."
Chambers shuffled uncomfortably hiding the Buffalo Gourd Seeds behind his back feeling rather foolish for having resorted to superstitious tribal medicine he'd learned from the village Elder but quickly reconsidered. Medicine was not the place for ego, either something could be done or it couldn't. You had to known when to give up.
I don't even know if the man was stung, he thought to himself, but if we rely on this he could die.
"Hmmmmmm. I see. You didn't want to attempt field surgery?" Doc Mitchell's questioned absently as he prepared to operate on the limb.
Blood rushed to the surgeon's face. Oh he'd truly wanted to try his hand at removing the metal shards but so close to town with proper medical facilities the option seemed less preferable in his opinion. " I didn't want to risk infection..... also I prepared this Snakebite Tourniquet just in case. I couldn't find any sting wounds but without Antivenom this was the best I could do....."
The Doctor said nothing only waved for him to leave which he did. An hour later looking slightly more worse for wear Doc Mitchell's stepped out of surgery, made himself a whisky and nuka, and returned to the hallway where Chambers had slumped up against a bookcase snoring softly.
"Y'did a fairly good job young'un" He said with a slight tap of his boot. "Cleaned and bound the wound. What'd you have done if you'd been out on the trail though?"
The younger doctor was silent for a moment as he considered the question his brow furrowing. He pushed himself out of the tiny alcove where he'd been sleeping with a groan stretching his cramped muscles. "I'd have done what I could. If anything at all."
Mitchell's shook his head disapprovingly taking another sip of the dark alcohol causing Chmaber's to take out his own half bottle of Vodka and take a long draught with a shaking hand. "When it comes to doctorin' young'un you gotta keep your head. Could of sterilised the wound with that. If you're in a pinch you might not have time to clean the wounds out like you did nor can you afford to give up on a man...."
Chambers looked ashamed.
"Either way young'un you were part of that Ranger's company. Might want to mosy on outta town. Locals are likely to pick you as the varmints that shot poor Ringo."
The Wasteland surgeon nodded slipping on his worn cap in the same motion and grabbed his spear from the wall. He thanked Doc Mitchells and made for the door to go and look for the other two gunslingers whom he suspected were likely engaged in one form of butcher or another. Though the lack of subsequent gunshots of flash of laser rifle fire was a comfort as he opened the door. As he did so he noted a rusted old shovel by the door and when he asked if he could have it the old Doctor replied in the affirmative.
He snatched the tool up slinging it over his other shoulder and made back for the road passing by the Ranger and Mercenary who seemed to be no worse for wear than before.
"The poor bastard you shot." He asked coldly. " Where's his body cooling?"
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
365
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Posted - 2015.06.11 22:39:00 -
[26] - Quote
"His death is simply postponed. Fear can sometimes be the strongest tool in your arsenal. To think that I would kill a man for simply attempting to bring a message...what type of world would it be if courier killed courier?"... Max shifted over slightly to face the wandering doctor. Still examining him. Very young to be a wanderer out in the Mojave. Especially if he came out from east. "I am alpha and omega, beginning and end...".
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Spademan
6
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Posted - 2015.06.11 23:26:00 -
[27] - Quote
The words from the Ranger after 'tribes' was mostly nonsense to Lucas. Seemed like he was talking about some sort of poison, or, given the injured man, a remedy. Regardless it was beyond his own knowledge. Of course with the Rangers ramblings he managed to slip in yet another remark against the NCR. The way he goes on about them would make a man think they were the second apocalypse if they didn't know better. The Doc arrived from treating the stranger shortly after followed by another exchange between the two which Lucas interrupted "Don't mean to interrupt your ramblings Ranger, but unless there's any more business to clear up here I think it's time we headed"
Travelling with those two seemed like it'd end up with guns pointed at each other before long. Beats a boring journey at least.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
365
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Posted - 2015.06.11 23:39:00 -
[28] - Quote
"I will give onto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely. Do either of you know what that means?" Max stood almost impatiently for a response. Behind his helmet was clear annoyance to the mercenary's ignorance. "Water has been a deciding factor for every civilization. I know this land and what is here. Where the springs are and where death hides. Get to your destinations without listening, you'll be some abominations next meal."
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.06.12 02:09:00 -
[29] - Quote
Chambers raised an doubtful eyebrow at the Ranger. The words that he spoke nothing but abstract nonsense sounding more like the psychotic ravings of Jet addicts he'd usually have council to seek psychiatric help rather than trusted with a long rifle. Still the promise of caps and perhaps at least some companionable talk with a stranger, or god help him, the mercenary was too strong to resist.
"It's Revelations. 21:6 from the King James Bible..... if I recall it correctly. The Church of the Road always used to spout off scripture like this. I never really took to it. Far too busy learning to operate from the camp Doc."
This would be a long journey he reflected with a sigh allowing the shovel to drop from his shoulder where it then clattered against the asphalt. At least no-one was dead yet, and more to the point at least he didn't have to dig any graves in the baking hot wasteland sun.
The surgeon turned to face the armoured mercenary flicking his eyes up to the stock of the laser weapon nervously, then on to the horizon where the snaking lines of the road seemed to disappeared into the rocky landscape in a malignant haze. Water would be important here, unlike the East the climate here was arid and it defied and confused the senses leaving the lips parched and the head spinning..
Still he hated admitting the ranger was right. He'd need more than his share of it with the sterilising Vodka barely worth passing around the evening camp fire. He'd need more before the journey was done. His often ended up being the comical tale of the perpetually broke doctor too freely giving away his medicines for few enough caps. Perhaps the Ranger wouldn't mind giving him a loan.
He nodded his support of the Mercenaries suggestion. It was time they left.
"We need to hit the road. Since it seems our pal over here ran off the Gangers perhaps we can make some good time to Primm or the I-15 turn off."
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
366
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Posted - 2015.06.12 02:29:00 -
[30] - Quote
"Fair enough. We might make it to Primm by evening tomorrow if we depart now. But we will make it a goal to make it to the goodspring's source. Geckos probably infested it. We might have a bit of target practice to go with it". Max than making his way to the road, started walking down the I-15 south.
After a bit of a walk, the small group made it to the goodspring's source. There was a strange lack of geckos there but it allowed for more time on the road. Max opened his duffle and spilled out almost 15 empty bottles and started filling each of them up. Those bottles and drinks were meant for one to survive for a week. But Max knew if it was all rationed properly, they would make it no worse for wear.
After filling up the bottles, he put them all back in his bag.
[Strong back] These bottles shouldn't weigh me down as bad as my other longer treks I take. Leaving heavier prints in the sand and dust. Slow myself down enough for a worthwhile cause".
As they walked down the long 15, Max noticed he strode out a bit ahead of the mercenary and the tribal doctor. They were talking with each other. The distance was slightly to great to hear exactly what they spoke about but Max cared little to slow down and find out. All he cared currently was getting to Nipton.
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