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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.15 04:54:00 -
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Flat repetitive cracks of a 10mm Pistol were his world punctuated only by the irregular snarling from the barrel of a lever-action repeater. The highway was wreathed in fire, a maelstrom of smoking iron barrels and charges of raw energy whose mere touch commuted all to ash.
Eddie scrabbled across the flat top abandoning his pack spear clutched in his left hand thrusting himself into cover as rounds tore chucks from the highway.
He had barely a moment to react as a shuffling from around the back of the building drew his attention away from his companions. He had little time to prepare as a few fevered shouts from the far side of the building sounded and the heavy footfalls sounded close by.
A leather armoured raider stepped from the around the back of the building and rushed him wielding a heavy iron pipe. She swung it with a rough grunt, dust fountaining from the impact, where his hand had been mere moments ago before heGÇÖd had the sense to withdraw it. Her skin was pock marked and bore the signs of prolonged exposure to radiation, lips were a cracked mess of half healed scabs, hair a mangy orange in patches.
He raised the .357 revolver supporting himself against the shattered wall trying to slow his breathing and steady his shaking arms. The pistol was heavy in his hands. Heavier than it had been in a long time. The cool caress of gunmetal shattered his moment of self-reflection however. He steeled himself raising the barrel, the revolver roaring.
The bullets took the grime covered woman in the chest slipping through her leather armour and ribs with ease at the short range and blowing fist sized craters out of her back in a spray of fine blood and gore that covered the crumbling brick work like gossamer.
More footfalls as another man stumbled around the side of the building wielding what looked to be a 10mm pistol tripping over his predecessorGÇÖs corpse. A horrified look dawned across his features as he realised the surgeon staggering to his feet had the drop on him.
Eddie fired again.
Nothing but a slight metallic click of the hammer on a dun shell.
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
622
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Posted - 2015.06.15 12:54:00 -
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"Follower, eh? I almost feel bad," the raider stated, brandishing the knife in the moonlight. Jason knew he should run, activate the Stealth Boy and just run. Still fear paralysed him.
"If you're not going to run, you have to kill him," the voice stated. It was louder now, the migraine was pounding. He felt as though his skull was swelling. "Kill him!"
As the man lunged Jason ducked out of the way of the blade and reached for the something, anything. Rather than his hand finding the laser pistol that was caught between him and the ground, his hand closed around the familiar, slender form of a scalpel in one of his pockets. He pulled it out quickly, the sheath of the small blade flying off as the man reached out his free hand to stop Jason from skittering away.
Jason kicked and scrambled to his feet, his bag behind him on the ground. He winced, "Don't- don't make me hurt you," Jason stated pushing out the echoing voice in his ears.
"Kill him. Kill him. Kill him! Make him bleed!"
"You can't hurt me," the raider stated confidently and lunged again.
Jason stumbled back as the blade caught him across the shoulder. The man stood over Jason holding the blade, ready to plunge it into him.
((So just so you know I already have an idea what's going to happen but I'm cutting off at certain points so other things can happen during the time, or as a precaution in case something someone else does might intervene whether directly or indirectly.))
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.15 13:48:00 -
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Max was behind a wall. Injected a stimpack near his bullet wound, he got up. He could feel the strength come back and the pain leave. Gunfire was muted in his ears. His heartbeat was all he could hear.
"You're deadly ranger. A big iron on your hip and fire coming from your trail". Remembering his time with the original desert rangers. "Death from a distance eh? Heh...You really don't die, do ya ranger?"... Rage started to fill Max's mind. Good memories from his now dead friends...all gone. "Let history keep Max, or you will be condemned to repeat it."...The courier spoke the truth. "I must not allow it to than..."
Reloading his revolvers with a devilish sleight of hand, he turned the corner and shot 2 raiders behind cover in the head. "Raze it, raze it even to the foundation." Max recited psalm 137:9 while gunning down the raiders behind cover, caring little for personal safety.
Once Max ran out of shots, he pulled out his bowie knife and lunged at the raider near Jason trying to kill him. "Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against thy stone. Happy shall he be." The bowie knife dragged along the raiders gullet to his temple slowly. Upon pulling out the knife, blood sprayed violently from the raiders severed jugular.
"Kill the gentiles...Purify the land." Max than looked at Jason gripping a scalpel tightly. Silently and unmoving, Max looked at Jason with the Crimson red eyes from his helmet in utter silence.
#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 - 2015.06.15 22:13:00 -
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The approach to Nipton was relieving. The idea of spending some time in a proper settlement was appealing, not to mention a half decent bed. But the ambushing raiders poured out of the night before he could think about it too much. After the battle cries of the first thing heard was a distinctive sound of a powerful revolver. Snapping into action Lucas took a few shots at the first raider he saw, scoring a few hits. His skill with the weapons then showed as he put a few well aimed shots into the skull of the raider.
Then he saw laser flashes, but he hadn't fired. One of the raiders had gotten their hands on an energy weapon. The trail of light lead right back to him and Lucas unleashed a volley of fire in return. Pausing a moment the Raiders laser flashes halted. But it was no time for resting, out of the corner of his eye he saw a third raider rushing him whilst roaring "I'm going to enjoy this!". Knowing that he wouldn't be able to turn and fire the more cumbersome rifle in time he lowered the weapon in his right hand and grabbed his pistol with his left and took a shot in one fluid motion. Unfortunately he failed to hit anything vital and the bullet went into the raiders arm and he tumbled into Lucas, knocking them both on the ground.
The raider was above Lucas and attempted to strike him with a pipe. Lucas grabbed his wrist as it came towards him and struggled against the raider. The bullet proved to be a great help as his other arm was limp, allowing Lucas to grab his combat knife before being overpowered. He plunged the knife into his gut and a clear look of shock surfaced on the raiders face. Blood gushed from the wound as Lucas pushed the ranger off him. But he wasn't finished, he positioned himself above the raider and proceeded to beat him. He alternated between punching and sticking his knife into one of his arms whilst yelling profanities. "You think you can attack me huh? You think you can just rob me and leave me to die? Well **** you and **** all your buddies." He then finished by sticking the knife into the man's throat and slicing outwards, afterwards he rose to his feet and gathered the weapons that were knocked out of his hands previously.
(( Level Up ))
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.06.15 22:21:00 -
[95] - Quote
((Just curious, am I allowed to be a Ghoul?))
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
372
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Posted - 2015.06.15 22:47:00 -
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((Yes you are jonny))
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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 - 2015.06.15 23:04:00 -
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Something changed in the raider in the moment his panic replaced with a triumphant gap toothed grin as he raised the fire arm to point it at ChamberGÇÖs heart. He felt an ice cold chill run down his spine and his breathing caught.
GÇ£Yer bastards.GÇ¥ The raider screamed. His voice hysterical. Spittle flying from lips which quivered erratically. He looked to be a middle aged man, chin covered with a scraggly beard, head shaved but for a few missed tufts that stuck out around the sides and back. His eyes were a little too pressed together and his nose bore the makes of repeated breaks and trauma. GÇ£You was supposed to be me traders. Gonna kill at least one of you and then weGÇÖll be back. IGÇÖll be back for ye friends.GÇ¥
His finger tightened on the trigger.
He was fast. Eddie was faster. His arm was a blur and the .357 completed two full revolutions through the air striking him in the fore head, barrel first, the bobbed sight cutting the skin open.
The bearded man recovered quickly brushing the small line of blood from the wound dropped his hand to loosen the slider pulling back with a grating click and raised the weapon again.
Eddie was already in motion. He pushed himself off of the wall with all the strength he could muster. He kept his head low he covered the short distance between them before launching into a rough full bodied tackle that took the raider by surprise.
The large calibre pistol sounded angrily and a red-hot line traced itself over his shoulder and down his back.
The tackle drove the pair over the small embankment and down into the Dry Lake below, the long spear clutched in Eddies hand being torn free of his grasp as he struck a , skittering away across the hard pan into the night.
His vision pulsed as his head struck the stem of a dense patch of mesquite. He could taste blood and dirt as he struggled to rise. His back was aflame and his breathing laboured.
Something glinted off in the darkness beyond his reach. His spear. Behind him a thick accented cursing and sound of 10mm rounds piercing ant chitin as one crawled to close to his foe. Eddie seized his chance rolling towards the spear.
GÇ£YouGÇÖre ****** now.GÇ¥ He hissed from the darkness his voice steadied but guttural and animalistic in such a manners that he barely recognised it.
The spear and the tribal were already in motion before the raider had a chance to cry out spinning under the pistolGÇÖs barrel and striking at the manGÇÖs torso exhorting a tortured scream. The large automatic dropped to the roadside as his hands rose to clutch at a wound in his gut where his thrust had cut deeply into the area where his kidney should have been.
Eddie dropped into a defensive crouch, hefting the spear over his shoulder so that the tip pointed down towards his foeGÇÖs legs. Eddie side stepped a blind sweep, striking back ferociously with the butt of the spear, hammering another blow into the abdominal area driving his foe to his knees and laying the tip of his spear against the wounded manGÇÖs chest.
The raiders final look of surprise said it all. The run would be easy heGÇÖd probably been told. Nothing but easily cowed traders and their Brahmin. No Rangers. No Old World rifles. No jagged length of steel to be protruding from his chest.
Eddie pressed the spear head forwards and the man died.
He stumbled back towards the highway where the gunfight had devolved into a melee. He stopped suddenly. Wasn't right to leave the raider for the ants. Shouldering the spear he grasped the raider by his boots and dragged him back up onto the road.
((Lol I was thinking of bringing in a character who was going to be a ghoul. The other character I really wanted to RP was a talking Deathclaw or a Ghost Person. Also lol Spade how many punches is that going to take for your puny arms?  ))
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
623
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Posted - 2015.06.15 23:45:00 -
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Jason stabbed the raider standing over him in the leg with the scalpel aiming for s specific location and with the amount of blood that came out of the wound, Jason knew he had found it - an artery. The knife clattered to the ground as the man dropped it, stumbling to the backward to the ground and clutching his leg.
"Don't stop now!" the voice edged on.
Adrenaline pumping, gunfire in the distance, the voice, lack of sleep. Jason kicked the man in the head snapping his head back. The raider clutched at Jason blindly no doubt dazed by the sudden vicious attack by the Follower. Jason hesitated.
"Don't stop. You want to see him bleed don't you," it was more of a statement than a question.
"No. Stop it!" Jason hissed.
"Do it! Do it!" The voice echoed from all angles. Jason looked down at the man, straight at his neck, where his carotid arteries were. "Right there," the voice noted, almost innocently.
Jason reached down, stopped, retracted his hand. The man was recovering from the kick to the head and was trying to crawl away looking for something to use as a weapon no doubt. "He'll kill you. Carve him!"
"I'm sorry. It's the only way to make him stop," Jason stated as he crouched, reaching down covering the man's mouth with his gloved hand and drew the scalpel under the man's jaw across his neck slowly, ensuring he cut both arteries. Blood spilled from his neck. The man gagged disgustingly. Remaining crouched, Jason retracted the scalpel and looked at the man struggling to live beneath him. He looked at the scalpel dripping with blood. "I-I..." The blood. "Just a taste couldn't hurt right?" he asked the voice.
"No one's going to know," the voice stated. Jason knew if it had a face it would be smiling but he couldn't help it. He knew he should stop. He could stop. He reached into his jacket with his free hand and removed the tin. It rattled a little. He looked into his hands. The tin? Or the scalpel?
"Well clearly the meds aren't working."
"I'm sorry Julie. Just a taste." With that he pushed the blood covered scalpel into his mouth.
Euphoria. Amazing. Coppery. His mind was clearer. "Good job.
Jason pulled out the scalpel and threw it to the ground and began shaking his head. What? No! They couldn't know! They can't know! He shook out two pills and swallowed. Wiping the blood from his mouth he drew his laser pistol and looked over the crumbled wall to see what was happening.
Author of Umbra's Short Stories
Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.06.16 00:00:00 -
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((Character Sheet:
Name: Dr. Matthew "Doc" O'Hara
Race: Ghoul (Non-Feral)
S - 4
P - 4
E - 4
C - 9
I - 9
A - 6
L - 4
Tag: Medicine; Science; Speech
Equipment: Wasteland Doctor Fatigues, Despardo hat
Weapon: 10mm Pistol
Background: WORK IN PROGRESS))
Doc took a sip from his bottle of dirty water. He had been out in the wasteland for a couple weeks gathering supplies for his practice, though, because he was a Ghoul, he had few patience. Usually he would be inside some broken down building searching for medical supplies. Sometimes he even would go to Vault 34, not for supplies though, but to remind himself what might happen to him.
As he was looking at his map, planning his next destination, he heard the sounds of combat. He quickly folded his map, picked up his doctor's bag and rushed to the site of the battle. He saw the group take down the raiders with ease and once the fighting started to settle, he came out of his hiding space.
"You all right smooth skins?" He asked, "does anyone need help?"
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.06.16 00:04:00 -
[100] - Quote
((I kinda want to retconn being a surgeon...... such a redundant T.A.G at this point.......))
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.06.16 00:09:00 -
[101] - Quote
((Give me a sec while I reroll))
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
624
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Posted - 2015.06.16 00:09:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:((I kinda want to retconn being a surgeon...... such a redundant T.A.G at this point.......))
((Here's what I'm getting from these characters. If we run into a mechanical lock or anything requiring explosions. We're ******. If I'd known doctor would be so popular I would've gone with my Brotherhood of Steel or travelling swindler characters.))
Author of Umbra's Short Stories
Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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Spademan
6
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Posted - 2015.06.16 00:12:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:True Adamance wrote:((I kinda want to retconn being a surgeon...... such a redundant T.A.G at this point.......)) ((Here's what I'm getting from these characters. If we run into a mechanical lock or anything requiring explosions. We're ******. If I'd known doctor would be so popular I would've gone with my Brotherhood of Steel or travelling swindler characters.))
(( My merc actually has both of those down. Explosives is a tagged skill and Lockpick would be the 4th if the character gets to the level needed for the perk. ))
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
624
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Posted - 2015.06.16 00:17:00 -
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Jonny D Buelle wrote:((Please Stand By))
((Quoting this before he changes it. 4/10 needs Oldie Goldie's music. Oh.... beginning to think we need OOC thread. ))
Author of Umbra's Short Stories
Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.06.16 00:21:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:True Adamance wrote:((I kinda want to retconn being a surgeon...... such a redundant T.A.G at this point.......)) ((Here's what I'm getting from these characters. If we run into a mechanical lock or anything requiring explosions. We're ******. If I'd known doctor would be so popular I would've gone with my Brotherhood of Steel or travelling swindler characters.))
(( Pretty much the same. I've never run a character whose used melee weapons in game, or tagged medicine. I'd probably have gone with one of the other more kooky characters I've drummed up. Could have done an Argyle from out east with a penchant for the EAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGLLEEEE CLAW! That or an escaped Android from the Institute.))
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
624
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Posted - 2015.06.16 00:27:00 -
[106] - Quote
((Made an OOC thread))
Author of Umbra's Short Stories
Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.06.16 01:26:00 -
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Eddie stumbled back onto the high way looking confused. His back awash with pain. He stumbled forwards still dragging the body using the brickwork of the collapsed building as a support.
He looked around, boots scraping across the loose earth, emerging onto the road. He tried ignore the corpse of the woman he had shot, four small holes in her leather shirt illuminated by the light of the moon, her eyes now pale and glassy continued to stare, and her face was twisted in the most unnatural snarl of shock and rage.
Lucas he could see was dispatching the last remaining raider looking little worse for wear while Jason was hunched in the cover of the foundations of an adjacent building and seemed to be mumbling to himself. The surgeon was glad to see he was alive, and frankly surprised, he'd not took the man for particularly fast on his feet or capable in a gunfight. The Ranger was the only one missing.
He blinked twice trying to pierce the gloom and finally spotted the Ranger standing stationary on his own almost a dozen meters from where he'd gone down after the ambush.
"We all okay." He asked mutedly realising he was still dragging the body of the bearded raider and loosening his grip. He counted nine. Nine dead in half so many minutes. It had been a massacre. The thought made him nauseous " Anyone hurt? Need a....... a needle."
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
624
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Posted - 2015.06.16 03:17:00 -
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Jason watched as Eddie reappeared dragging a body. The gunshots had faded and it was now more quiet that the moments before the ambush itself. It unnerved him. He looked back at the dead man. Blood pooled around him. "Good job," the voice repeated its earlier statement. The voice was fading a bit. Quieter. The Mentats were kicking in. He had definitely taken too many. The mental overload would be significant unless everything calmed down. A nap would be perfect.
Seeing that everything was calming down he stood up just enough to move again and taking cautious steps made his way across the road to Eddie. He looked at the body that Eddie released. Blood had soaked into the man's shirt. Jason looked away. His left hand opened and closed uncontrollably and he put his right hand, still holding the laser pistol, against it, pinning it to his side. It was then that he realised the cut he had gotten from his scuffle with the raider. Was now a good time to treat it or was there still more to happen?
"You-" Jason cleared his throat. "You okay?" he asked Eddie. Lucas and Max seemed to be finished dealing with what was left of the ambush. Jason inhaled deeply and breathed out. When the adrenaline rush wore off he was probably going to pass out. He listened. The only sounds he could hear were chittering in the distance and the horrible pounding in his ears. The voice had stopped talking.
Still, those who died caught his eye and more notably the red liquid glinting ever so slightly in the moonlight. Jason sucked in a breath and averted his eyes, waiting to hear a response from anyone.
Author of Umbra's Short Stories
Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
373
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Posted - 2015.06.16 04:13:00 -
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"Yey we wept, when we remembered Zion". Max began to reload his Sequoia revolvers and put them back in his trench coat. Max turned on his night vision to get a better look for stragglers that might've survived. As Max scanned the area, he noticed a lone figure due west down the road. Pulling out his hunting revolver, Max started to walk toward the figure.
#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 - 2015.06.16 04:17:00 -
[110] - Quote
The brown haired youth barely noticed when the Follower began speaking to him. He nodded absently leaning against the spear as if it were a crutch for support . His dust covered face was pale and he felt winded, his breathing laboured broken only by intermittent coughs, but despite that he managed to offer Jason a relieved smile.
"Yeah. I think so." He said patting himself down wincing as his fingered scraped over the wound on his back. It came away sticky, the blood dark and mixed with grit. "I don't know about you but I could use one hell of a bath."
The wound it appeared was nothing more than a graze but the path of the bullet had scored a line down from shoulder almost down to the waist.
He reached for the metal clasps on his first aid kit, the medical supplies would come in useful, but his hands found nothing but air. The small leather pouch had come away from him in the gunfight and lay a small ways from his pack a smoking hole punched through the centre of the red cross and contents splayed across the ground. He gathered what he could find, dusting off the needles making a mental note to sterilise before use.
He stumbled back over with the pack and his supplies clutched in his hands wandering first to Lucas and then the Ranger offering them treatment for any wounds they may have sustained. He noted the Ranger's leg where the .38 round had slipped between the cracks of the pre-war armour.
"Come on Ranger. Give us a look at that. Stimpacks will seal the wound and keep you on your feet but won't deal with the underlying problem. Especially if the bullet is still in there....Hey where are you going?!"
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
373
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Posted - 2015.06.16 05:00:00 -
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Max having little patience looked at the tribal doctor. "The bullet is the least of my concerns. The conditions are infectious and there is still one more left. Now either you step aside or we all might suffer further". Checking the bullets in his hunting revolver, Max looked down the street further, barely making out the figure to be... "Ghoul. A pre war ghost is at our doorstep."
Max than looked at the tribal and sighed heavily, "Fine, tribal. Examine my leg." Max walked over to a piece of wall and sat down, taking off his helmet to relax after a vicious gunfight.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.06.16 05:19:00 -
[112] - Quote
Walt had never been lucky. First the bombs fell, killing his family. Then he became a ghoul and has been constantly tormented by smooth skins since then. And now he has been spotted while trying to cross the wasteland to Vault 34. Sure the ghouls there were feral, but at least they wouldn't make him miserable.
Walt watched as the smooth skin took off his helmet and as the tribal doctor stitched him up. Walt felt like he would be safe where he was. As long as they keepy their distanced, he thought.
He then sat down and placed his Cowboy Repeater beside him and placed his pack in front of him. After a bit of rummaging, he pullet out a bottle of dirty water and some sugar bombs. It wasn't much of a meal but it would do.
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
625
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Posted - 2015.06.16 12:52:00 -
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Jason noted the wound on Eddie's back and the blood that came off on his hand when he touched it. Jason inhaled deeply watching the man collect his medical supplies which had strewn across the road during the fight. "You should let me look at that. It'll want cleaning."
Jason twitched a little when Eddie raised his voice to the ranger. Jason looked around nervously for anyone who might be around. He made out the figure the ranger mentioned just out of view. It was probably the Mentats that allowed him to see him.
He took off his duffel bag and placed it on the ground near in the shadow of the wall. "Eddie could you clean this for me?" he asked taking off his jacket to show where the knife had caught him in the shoulder. "I could do it myself but it's a better guarantee when someone else does it."
Looking at the ranger Jason stated. "We should really rest soon." Jason needed to stop not only because he was tired but because he knew that when he came down off of these Mentats he was going to be quite out of it, not only counting the addiction; technically he was overdosed. His mind was too sharp. The chittering in the distance was louder than it should be and he was acutely aware of the slightest breeze and every step one of his companions took. His mind, with nothing to focus on, was noticing everything. At least the voice was silent.
Author of Umbra's Short Stories
Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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Spademan
6
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Posted - 2015.06.16 15:16:00 -
[114] - Quote
As Lucas picked his weapons back up he noticed that the gunfire had ceased. He had also managed to calm down after his bout of rage at the raider. He looked around him, dead bodies littered the road. He knelt back down to the last raider he dispatched to loot him, some caps and jet. As he did so he heard Eddie ask if anyone was injured. That was the first time he inspected himself for wounds. "No, no, I ain't bleeding. Just a few bruises from that last one."
More of the Rangers cryptic babble reached his ears but he ignored it as Max walked away. 'Hmpf, the Doc would be better off letting him go kill himself.' Then he saw him aiming at another figure in the distance, but he left the Ranger to deal with it himself.
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
19
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Posted - 2015.06.16 23:58:00 -
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'Thank you Ranger." Breathing a sigh of relief.
He'd come pretty close to receiving a bullet in the head or a knife in the gut for his concerns but he didn't feel like he'd done the wrong thing. If anything he saw this as an affirmation that stopping the Ranger before he could have hurt himself had been the correct course of action even if it did slow their progress slightly.
He stalked off into the Dry Lake with the Ranger's Bowie Knife returning after a few minutes with a small armful of mesquite branches and began to kindle a small fire in the ruins of the collapsed building so that the light would be less visible from the road. The kindling would burn long and hot so theyGÇÖd not want for warmth. Here he beckoned the group over all the while setting his instruments on the Gecko pelt he carried with him, polishing each one and soaking a clean rag with the last of the Vodka.
He nodded as Jason came and promised to look at the wound and have his own looked as once the more immediate difficulties were taken care of. He steadied his hand reassuring himself that the fighting was done.
[Medicine 50] As the Ranger sat down beside him Eddie removed the man's boot and rolled up the slim trouser leg to inspect the wound. It was both fortunate an unfortunate it was a leg wound.
Fortunate because it likely would be simpler to treat.....unfortunate because leg wounds proved to be the area in EddieGÇÖs knowledge that he was most lacking in, but he decided to keep that to himself. The leg awash with blood he cleaned carefully revealing a small mound of puckered pink scar tissue that looked to be freshly healed despite the dark blood that oozed from around the wound.
He checked the leg thoroughly testing it for fractures putting pressure on it attempting to gauge the physical reactions in his patient's stoic demeanour. The exit wound was the worst of the RangerGÇÖs injuries where he suspected the bullet had slowed against the bone and where he could observe the bullet poking out of the back of the leg.
Grimacing he stared up at the ranger. He had one last usable application of the military grade painkiller in his pack.
GÇÿAssess, Sanitize, Treat.GÇÖ The same three words heGÇÖd been taught always echoed through his head as clearly as they day theyGÇÖd been taught to him during a treatment. GÇÿYou can be worried about them Eddie. No you should be worried about them. Means you care enough to keep trying.GÇÖ
He reached down into his chem pouch and fished out the last usable syringe of Med-X. He glanced down at it with a grimace. If he used this now heGÇÖd have none left for the road.
Without complaint he injected the dosage into the RangerGÇÖs left and began heating the Bowie Knife. Stimpaks did a wonder to keep you on your feet despite your injuries but often left knotted scars where traditional healing would have sufficed. He cauterised the entry wound his nose wrinkled as the acrid stench of burning flesh and blood stung his nose.
From there the procedure was much simpler without the concern for blood loss. Gunshot injuries usually caused the affected party to go into shock from blood loss than suffer long enough for infection. But again the Ranger didnGÇÖt need to know that. He cut around the protruding bullet and levered the projectile out with a deft flick of the scalpel, before stitching up the wound with a line of surgical silk.
Eddie leaned back on his haunches. HeGÇÖd cleaned the blood from his hands and checked on Jason's wound. It looked superficial enough but the surgeon was not likely to underestimate the killing power of the dirty blade. One time had been enough.
He queried the Follower about any disinfectants he might have on him and accepted a small bottle of alcohol. The process of cleaning and dressing the wound was much more simple in this case but no less important.
"All done." He said quietly. He looked exhausted. GÇ£If you can just clean it I'll trust a few stimpaks to seal it up right quick."
Having completed his this back to the Follower, removed the tight fitting shirt, grunting as dried blood pulled away from his skin. His torso was a tangled mess of scar tissue composed in equal parts of claw marks and puncture wounds. The small fire flickered in the night and Eddie's face was an inscrutable mask.
As Jason worked he turned to the Ranger, still seated around the fire.
GÇ£One thing Ranger. Before you try to push us on. While your wound isnGÇÖt severe it IS bad. Unless you can get something seriously potent to help your body heal youGÇÖll be putting undue stress on your leg. Might not hurt at first but sooner or later itGÇÖs going to be like walking with a hot poker in there. And not be be snarky pal, we know youGÇÖre tough, but it could cause irreparable damage. I can try to mix up an old Tribal recipe but itGÇÖll leave you a bit stiff for a few daysGǪ.or I guess you could try to have Jason come up with something like Hydra. Up to you.GÇ¥
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.17 00:44:00 -
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Max looked at Eddie, thinking for a moment. "Gather around the campfire and hand me my dufflebag. It's time I say something". After Max received his dufflebag, he leaned back against a wall and started telling a story.
"I do have a tribal recipe. Out from Arizona. Learned it from the twin mothers. A particular way of mixing broc and xander. Learned it before Caesar taught them the Legion's strength.
When I was younger, I was a part of the Legion. A centurion in training. I was taught to be tough. Little food and water for days on end. Forced marches. Hand to hand combat and how to use a knife. How to live off the land and how to kill. I was loyal until the discovery of the Dam...
Caesar was obsessed with it. He killed anyone in his way. Tribals were forced to be assimilated or be fully exterminated. Men were slaughtered and women became slaves. Young children had to immediately begin training. It became inhumane and so I left without a trace.
Mojave became my home and the desert rangers became my family. I fought tooth and nail for the people. They were regular people trying to live their lives until Caesar started to change that. I was disgusted at the tactics and I was disgusted at his obsession. NCR was almost no different. They came, they saw, they annexed. The people had no say in the matter. The bear didn't look where it's claw landed.
The Mojave began to be attacked from two sides simultaneously. Primm, Searchlight, Boulder city, Nelson. They all had little say in the matter. It disgusted me. Two nations so selfish, that they can't see what is occurring in front of them because all they see is their ambition.
My real name...My real name is Maximus Arelius. The Mojave is my home and I will kill anyone that says otherwise. I know how to bear pain. Bullets and knives do little to slow me down."
((If you looked at the OOC, depending on your dialogue with Max, it will depend if you get the on your lonesome perk or the For history's sake perk.))
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.17 02:34:00 -
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Jason helped Eddie with the ranger's wound. He was still a little shaken and his eyes occasionally drifted across the road. At Lucas' mention of scavenging he looked a little longer at the ruins where he had tried to hide and had been attacked.
When Eddie had finished patching up the ranger, Jason took a look at the surgeon's back. The cut caused was a line across the man's back, but the shirt had no real damage. "This is a gunshot wound?" Jason inquired as he found the hole where the bullet went through at the beginning of the wound. "Amazingly lucky."
[Medicine 40] Jason took a clean rag from his bag and poured alcohol on it. "Grit your teeth," he stated as he began cleaning the wound. Having dealt with some of the worst that Freeside could throw this wound was not much and the Mentats kept him focused. After that he told the Eddie to remove the shirt so he could bandage him.
As Jason bandaged Eddie, he listened to the ranger's tale. Jason hesitated when he heard the ranger mention his history from the Legion, but as a Follower he knew that people could change so while his doubts did exist he could believe him. When Jason finished bandaging Eddie he drew a syringe of Me-x from a sealed cased, sterilised the needle and injected him with a minor dosage. He put another dose of Med-x into the surgeon's hand. "Just in case the pain gets too bad."
Jason then removed his jacket and took a seat to allow the surgeon to take a look at his shoulder. He found himself captivated by the ranger's story and a lot of pieces fell into place, especially the way he spoke. He'd known Caesar's Legion to have a very strange flair in their speech.
The inquisitive part of him flared, spurred even more by his Mentat-overdose induced laser focus. He was almost tempted to grab a pen and notebook from his bag to take notes. Of what he wasn't entirely sure, but there had to be knowledge to be had here somewhere. Knowledge of the Legion's methods, the tribes they absorbed. Anything.
"I've heard stories of the Legion, from travellers, refugees, the occasional NCR soldier. You're actually from the Legion..." Jason wasn't sure what to ask first or how to phrase those questions that actually completed themselves before being replaced by another question in his mind. None of the questions seemed appropriate for the current situation however so he settled for a statement instead. "That explains some of your behaviours actually," he said quietly.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
375
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Posted - 2015.06.17 02:53:00 -
[118] - Quote
"Hehehe... Aliquid novi sub sole. I learned Cato from Caesar himself. I learned a lot of my skill from the Legion. Though Eddie tells me the bullet wound will cause irreparable damage, I barely feel any pain. There is a way to get the bullet out, though it will be tricky. You will need a hit of turbo and jet for it. If I recall, it was called Rocket. Now which one of you two doctors feel inclined to do it?"
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.17 03:33:00 -
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"Thank you Jason. I appreciate it, Ayuh I do."
Eddie yelped as the Follower bandaged his shoulder grinding his teeth together as sharp jolts of pain shot down his back. He listened to the curious Ranger's story nodding slightly where he could understand the context and keeping his mouth shut. Once he was done Eddie leaned back staring into the fire leaving his blood soaked rags next to the fire closing his eyes.
He'd known old Witch Doctor's in his Tribe who'd spoken like the Ranger. Perhaps why he'd found the man so infuriating initially. Trying to argue modern medicine with a wise man who believed Broc Flower was a miracle cure from the spirits was like to induce and aneurysm.
"You know Ranger" He said as Max began to oppose his clinical opinion. "Pain tolerance for superficial injuries is one thing but pushing yourself into a situation where you harm yourself even more without giving yourself some time if foolish. That Super Stimpak might do you right, still wouldn't hurt if we could scrounge up some Hydra though."
He realised he couldn't stop the man despite his best efforts even if he wanted to. His job was to heal the hurts of those in need and from there try to explain to them how they could best take care of such injuries in the following days or weeks.
"Just take some advice for once. Take the safer option. Won't cost you but a day or two if you keep off the leg and we find a way to mix up some chems. Look at it this way, we found your mark, now you just have to wait it out for the right moment."
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.17 03:52:00 -
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[Survival 75] "Get me some mesquite, Fire ant nectar and heat up my bowie knife by keeping it near the fire. I'll just speed up the recovery than."
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