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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.29 01:49:00 -
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Max quietly strided down the road toward boulder city. He had enough coyote tobacco chew to keep him awake enough to not collapse in the middle of the road. After a while, he thought about making contact with the frumentarii at the mormon fort and getting information and maybe a passport to enter the strip. The Omertas might be able to get Max to the fort without NCR noticing Legion movements.
Max was stuck deep in thought. Maybe provoking the follower Jason to repent would be the better way. Maybe putting Julie to the sword would be the better way. Do what Lanius did. Put her to the edge of his gladius. Such abominations do not deserve happiness. Max pulled out his gladius as he walked. It reflected the moon off the side. It tasted much blood. Maybe it is time for it to taste more. The scorpion's tail.
After a couple hours of walking, Max made it to Boulder city. Max resented this wretched sight. A memorial to the vermin of NCR that hold a monument to his fallen brothers. It would be better to just kill every last NCR soldier here and keep going. Truly make this town into a ghost town of sacrificed NCR. Yet Max wouldn't. Why shed unnecessary blood. Max looked up and seen the position of the moon. "Almost morning... I'll get at least 2 hours of sleep than keep going".
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.29 01:59:00 -
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Jason dreamed of Julie that night. She simply sat there while he lay with his head in her lap and screams of the damned bombarded him from every direction. At one point the dream collapsed, to be replaced by the members of the Followers telling him how much of a monster he was. Eventually the voices gave way to the screams again and eventually a haunting yet paradoxically tranquil silence as he floated in some untold endless abyss.
He awoke as the light filtered through the cracks in the heavy leather curtain covering the window. He rolled over to feel something cold on his back. The axe. He slowly sat up, groaning as every part of him ached. The bag with his supplies had fallen off the bed, or perhaps been knocked off with his violent sleep. He managed to get himself off the bed and into the bathroom where he looked himself over. Blood had dried on both his torn lab coat and the mangled shirt beneath.
"The packless one will tell your guardian?"
Jason jumped, startled by the voice. He wasn't sure if the voice was making a statement or asking a question. He looked at his hands, they were shaking. Withdrawal. He was out of Mentats but there was some Fixer. He contemplated for a moment then, with a shaky hand, popped two of the pills into his mouth and downed them with some water.
"I... No." He removed his lab coat and shirt and began fixing himself up. The blood had dried during the night, perhaps even before he got to Novac since very little were on the sheets. He cleaned himself up. Sterilising the wounds, suturing them as best he could and bandaging them. He injected himself with a small enough dose of Med-X that he would at least be able to walk without feeling like he would fall to pieces.
"You seem unsure."
"Knowing a name doesn't mean you know the person. He's never set foot inside the fort. I'd have seen him." Jason tore up the shirt, discarding the dirty pieces and retaining the cleaner parts for rags and bandages. The lab coat, he began to stitch, back together. "Even if he did tell her anything, Julie knows me. She's not going to throw me out or hate me because some delusional ass with a superiority complex says so."
"He claimed flies on the walls of our home."
"They have a very textbook way of walking. Arcade pointed out one to me. They never stick around however. Modern medicine is an affront to them and they would never use it to heal others, merely pop in to 'buy supplies' so that they could observe then leave."
Jason filled the bucket in the bathroom with water and Abraxo Cleaner then submerged the lab coat in the mixture. A bath later he pulled on a clean shirt from his supplies and wrung out his lab coat as tightly as he could, before throwing it over his shoulders. It was still cold from the bit of water in it but no doubt it would dry on his shoulders as the day went on. He stepped out into the morning light, squinting.
His first stop was the Dino Bite Gift Shop where he managed to trade a few of his medical supplies for a laser rifle and some microfusion cells,, deciding to have some more substantial protection. The rifle itself was in decent condition but he would look at it later to see if anything needed to be done. His second stop was the diner where he would try to get some breakfast before the Fixer made him too nauseous.
"He claims to have become packless before the bull's herd reached the dam yet knows of the locations of flies?"
It was another half question, but one that made Jason spit the piece of Brahmin steak from his mouth as though he had just been slapped in the back of the head.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.29 03:41:00 -
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When Eddie awoke he was in a completely foreign place.
His first thought was of pure panic. He was sure Dr Strauss had managed to find him in his inebriated state. His escape from her tent had coincided nicely with an insatiable thirst for whisky eventually leading him to the Diner of the Dino-Dee-Lite where he'd eventually collapsed against the bar. He sat up sharply and quickly patted himself down, checking that everything was where it should have been and that no new scars or more importantly burns having listened to her deprivations marred his body, sighing with relief as none presented themselves.
He glanced around taking stock of his situation for the first time. It was a small dingy room. Red carpet lined the floors, leather curtains kept the blinding rays of the sun at bay, while modest pre-war furniture long since refurbished littered the room. He sat there on the lumpy double bed. His pack had been placed down against one of the walls, sword belt and buckle neatly leaning against the side of the bed frame.
He rose with a groan, clutching at his head, and gathered his belongings. Stepping out into the light of day was like being struck by a train..... Eddie admittedly didn't really understand the nature of the imagery that idiom was supposed to convey. He'd seen monorails before out East but all of those had been rusted hulks that could barely function. Still he felt like ****.
More than likely it had been Jennie May who'd availed himself of his patronage. Who else would have given a ****? He'd have to thank her later and settle the costs of the room if she hadn't herself.
He gave himself some time to adjust to the daylight wincing the entire time as his shaking hand allowed even the faintest of light to filter between his fingers. Assured that he could function somewhat well enough to barter he stumbled over to the Dino Bite's Giftshop offering the owner a half hearted greeting as he struggled to removed his salvaged weapons from his pack.
A bandoleer of .38 shells, two .357 Pistols, one admittedly with a broken hammer, the 10mm automatic, the length of rusted pipe, and an evil looking garden gnome the owner seemed quite taken with.
He exchanged these for an old .45 automatic with a heavy slide, a few magazine casings, two score rounds, and a weapons repair kit. He grinned feeling the reassuring weight of a large calibre automatic pistol in his hands. The .45 was a compact weapon, simple to use, and simple to maintain. Perfect for him, he thought tucking the weapon into the waist of his trousers.
This day had certainly started in a better fashion than the previous one had. He was almost beginning to feel chipper again s he walked out into the open space in front of the motel, glancing around as if looking for the others in the small company.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.29 05:41:00 -
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Max woke up after a couple of hours. He learned to cope with the hard sleeping and bad conditions. Max got up and dusted himself off. He had to reach the mormon fort and make contact with the legionaire there by dusk of the next day. Max grabbed his fifle and flung it around his shoulder. It was a trustworthy rifle but old and it began to have problems. Maybe it was time for a upgrade. Max thought as he might be able to pick up a sniper rifle at the gun runners. The rifles shared the same ammo so munitions shouldn't be an issue.
Max thought for a moment. Should he just cross the old world wall and approach the Legate's camp. A Praetorian in his presence. Forever loyal to his brothers but still a follower of Joshua. After some thought, Max decided going through such a NCR dense checkpoint was too much of a gamble. Max remembered his skill as a Frumentarii. He and his Twisted hairs brother were quite capable. Long treks and independent survival for weeks on end. Though Max didn't care for the old world wall. He saw it, but saw it as a bridge, not as a source of energy. Not as a source of bloodshed.
Max than began to walk forward toward the 188. He might be able to get some food there and continue his trek north to Fremont. As he got there, the flag of the two headed bear flapped in the wind. Another small settlement, claimed by the bear. The two headed bear. Two separate heads going in opposite directions, but ultimately going nowhere. Max walked over to the 188 slop and shop and got himself a freshly made Gecko steak with a sunset sarsparilla. After he finished, he made his way down to a child sitting by himself. Had strange headgear on.
"What's your name, child?" the child looked up and stared for a moment. Everything was silent. Than his eyes began to seem lifeless and he began to speak, as if it wasn't even him. As if he was possessed by a demon. "A scorpion skulks in the presence of the Bull's shadow. Though loyal, cares little for it. Seeks out a greater truth, of a greater force that created everything he needs. His brothers seem to leave the scorpion by himself but a scorpion is weak when by himself. Questions right from wrong. But loyalty weighs down the scale. But which side of the scale weighs heaviest? Forecast: Loyalties and morals will be tempered by history through blood".
Max paled behind his helmet when he heard the child say all that. Such innocence yet such a understanding of morals and pain. Ordeals of blood and pain yet almost no true understanding of suffering. "You speak wisdom, but it falls upon deaf ears, child. The scorpion has no nead to fear the bull or the bear. Too big to notice the scorpion, to little to hurt the bull or bear." Max gave the child a hundred caps and left for the Fremont entrance. Truly thinking back to what the child said.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.29 21:56:00 -
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The long walk to Novac was dull to the point that Lucas had temporarily forgotten about the bullet pierced ever so slightly into his flesh. The group kept a steady pace and managed to arrive before midnight. As Lucas and Eddie went their separate ways a figure caught Lucas' attention walking from the Dinosaur to the Motel. [Friend of the Night] The figure was dark skinned and male, but before he could determine his identity the figure darted to a motel room with a look of panic.
Lucas' followed him and managed to catch which room he retreated to. As soon as Lucas entered he recognised the man, Bruce Issac, a singer from New Reno.
"****, look Lucas we can make a deal. Just me and you, we don't need to get Mr Bishop involved. I can get caps, I'll give you whatever the hell you want if you don't turn me in."
"Brucey, calm down, I'm not here for Bishop."
"You...you're not? He didn't send you to get revenge?"
"Revenge? What the hell did you do?"
"Uh...his daughter, and I may have taken care of a problem with payment."
"You....stole caps from and defiled the daughter of the head of one of the most powerful crime families in New Reno?"
Lucas stared in disbelief at the man as a short silence lingered between them. It was no wonder Bruce was practically terrified, Mr Bishop was ruthless and knew every inch of the wasteland personally. It wouldn't be long until he or one of his henchmen searched the Mojave. Bruce broke the silence as he gestured at Lucas shoulder where blood had now been seeping through.
"You alright"
Remembering the wound, Lucas took that area of the armour of. Since it was mostly lodged in the leather the bullet came with it but this slightly increased the bleeding.
"So if you're not here on Bishops payroll why are you so far east?"
"Needed a change of scenery, heard some good things about New Vegas. Thought I'd check it out"
"Ah, passing through Novac then. Hey if you want you can take the couch"
Lucas considered his options for a moment and decided that this was the simplest option. Placing his knife, pistol, Laser Rifle and newly acquired grenade rifle out of the way he lay back on the couch and rested. It wasn't quite a proper bed but it was better than what he had been using for the past couple of nights.
The morning came and with it came his cue to leave. He gathered his gear and left Bruce still slumbering. Arriving outside he noticed Eddie looking somewhat pleased. The sight of Eddie had reminded him of the caps paid to them by the Ranger. 750, split evenly that'd bring Lucas' total up to 840. He presented the pouch to Eddie
"Morning. Time to split the caps. 325 each."
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 - 2015.06.29 22:25:00 -
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Eddie had grinned like a madman as Lucas had presented the caps to him.
Three Hundred and Twenty Five Caps. That would be enough for weeks on the road if he rationed it well enough and wasn't fleeced for all he was worth. It occurred to him in a strangely melancholic sense that their group would likely break apart now with no unifying purpose to hold it together, each man going their separate way to fulfil their own separate goals.
It was a shame really. Those two blood bags he'd managed to acquire from the clinic would go to waste now.
"Hey Lucas......uh sorry. I mean can I call you Lucas? He turned to face the mercenary, frowning as he did. " What are you going to do now that the Ranger is gone?"
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
639
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Posted - 2015.06.29 23:36:00 -
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Jason pondered what he was going to do after apologising to the owner of the diner for his behaviour. He sat, chewing slowly, trying to reason out Max's statements.
"He overstated," the voice observed.
[Intelligence 8] "Most likely," Jason responded under his breath. "The Fort is in no way strategic. To waste resources there would be stupid at best. There are more likely to be spies at McCarran and on the Strip itself than the Fort."
Jason finished his meal, paid and returned to his room to take inventory of his equipment. He checked his materials and newly acquired defenses. The laser rifle was set to the appropriate settings and calibrated properly... at least theoretically. Only actually using it would tell. He cleaned the axe of blood and looked it over. A clean blade that could probably use some sharpening. It was more of a tool than a weapon. He had plenty of medicine: Stimpaks, Med-X, some radiation supplies, bandages and disinfectant, a few tins of Fixer, one of which he was using now and a couple bottles of Buffout for when more extreme treatments were necessary and people needed a boost. He exhaled. No Mentats. No bloodpacks. He frowned at the lack of both. Having either would be preferable to having none.
"Unfortunate."
"Shut up. It's your fault," Jason said, replacing everything in his bag.
"Can I really be blamed for your cravings, driver?"
Jason ignored it. There was no way those cravings were his own. It had to be his passenger's.
He left the room. He was unsure of what to do. He had to get back to the Fort. The road was most likely a lot clearer heading that way than it was down south. He wondered where Eddie and Lucas were. Perhaps he could interest them in coming to the Fort. Lucas would be a good bodyguard to have around and another doctor would never go amiss. He would probably have to explain last night however. He frowned at the thought. He was frowning too much. He slung the duffle bag over his bag, slung on the laser rifle, put the laser pistol on his belt and slid the axe into a strap on the bag at the side and stepped out to look for them.
Jason looked around for them finding them pretty quickly outside. He approached the two of them.
"Morning guys," he greeted them. "I don't know where you two are headed now since I think you were supposed to only help Max this far." Should he tell them that Max was probably a Legionnaire still? Not now. It was better to focus on the positive. "But I was wondering if you guys would be willing to come to the Fort in Freeside. We could always use another doctor and another guard would be a good thing to have. I can't promise the best pay, but room and board is pretty much a given."
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.29 23:45:00 -
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"Heh, you can call me whatever you want.
I'm sticking with my original plan. Heading up to New Vegas, blow off some steam and see who needs a merc to do some work for them. NCR are around here, they always have trouble with raiders, might head to one of their camps and check out the bounties."
Lucas paused a moment. He thought back to the encounter with the Ranger east of Nipton. He had not caught most of the confrontation and was still confused about his sudden hostility to the Follower.
"Back near Nipton, the Ranger called the Follower, Jason, and abomination. What did he mean by that?"
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 - 2015.06.30 00:22:00 -
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[Speech] " Oh that? I'm not even really sure myself to be honest." He lied smoothly. " I couldn't make half a lick of sense out of the man's nonsense if I tried....and believe me I damn well tried."
He shrugged affably before opening the drawstring to the pouch of caps checking them quickly. They all seemed to be there.
"I'm still new here Lucas. I don't even understand half of what you guys talk about with this Legion and NCR stuff. I mean we have creeps like that out east but at least you can tell ours from the average waster by their power armour.... perhaps our Ranger was just shocked that Jason could hold his own. I know I was."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
639
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Posted - 2015.06.30 02:46:00 -
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"Well any help will do honestly. Even if you help for a little while it'll be good. Maybe we could learn from each other as well."
Jason tilted his neck a little, stretching slowly, the stiffness from his wounds and the night before still weighing on him. As his thoughts drifted there for just a brief moment piercing screams entered his head. He tried to blink as he normally would, and rubbed his ear a little, as though physically pushing them from his head.
"What about you Lucas?" he asked refocusing his thoughts.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.30 22:22:00 -
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"I could do it for a bit alright. Maybe three days a week to give me time to leave me free to do my own business. Guard work I assume?"
He'd done that kind of work before. One of the easiest jobs you can get, just stay in place and make sure nothing threatening gets too close.
"Ya'll got anything you need sorted here before we continue?"
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
639
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Posted - 2015.06.30 23:47:00 -
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"You'll have to talk to Julie about the specifics, but I'm sure you could work something out."
Jason looked around for a second. "I don't think anyone needs anything fixed so everything should be fine for me. Just let me return the key to my room."
He turned away, walking quickly to the front desk. Before he got to the door the voice spoke to him. "They were talking about you." Jason tried to ignore it but as he got to the door he looked back. Were they really talking about him. No. He was getting paranoid. The voice was trying to get to him. Or maybe it was telling the truth.
He shook it off and stepped inside.
"Oh dear. How are you feeling," the old lady, Jeannie May said before he even finished getting through the door.
"I'm better. Thank you so much for the room."
"That's fine. You fixed up the power for the gift shop last time you were here. You can keep the room."
"Thank you, but it's still better if you keep the key."
"Of course." She took the key and hung it up on the wall.
"Thanks Jeannie."
"Bye dear."
"Blood and a half on this one's hands.
Jason almost responded immediately in protest, but caught himself before he said something aloud. He stepped outside. "Such a nice woman, why would you say that?" he whispered quietly.
"Because it's true."
Jason avoided frowning as he approached the Lucas and Eddie again. "I suppose I'm ready if you guys are."
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.07.01 03:48:00 -
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The day was already late. The sun began to set. Max approached the Gun Runners shack. The robot forever stick inside to work as a vendor. Max looked at the wall and saw the weapons there. All powerful in their own right. But Max needed something with more kick and something with more reliability.
After looking through all the options, Max decided to purchase a trail carbine and purchase an attachable scope for it. Max than sold his hunting rifle, hunting revolver, and all his hunting rifle ammunition. His twin Sequioas and his new rifle both share the same ammo, .45-70 rounds. Strong enough to kill anyone within 100 feet, loud enough to scare anyone 300 feet away. Caesar frowned upon dependency on powder and primer but Max had a strong liking for it. Especially since all his bullets are hand made.
After putting his newly acquired rifle together and loading it, Max took a few shots for good measure. The shots rang throughout the streets and the rubble. Max felt the kick of his rifle. Much stronger than his sniper rifle. More accurate. A deadlier rifle altogether. Max than decided it was time to get into the fort. It would be soon.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.07.05 23:36:00 -
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Content that the others were ready. Jason adjusted the glasses on his face and walked out of the motel to turn and walk past Dinky to head north. No-Bark, as he was called, stood under the old gas station speaking animatedly with an old garden gnome. The road by the overpass next to the large dinosaur statue ran north south as Highway 95 all the way to New Vegas while the road east continued on to Nelson. Jason looked up at the dinosaur as they passed it, squinting in the sunlight. He could just barely make out the sniper rifle poking out of the dinosaur's mouth. He had never interacted with either of the two snipers who apparently inhabited the town and quite frankly he had no desire to.
The road north was clear and in the growing heat it seemed to stretch on for an eternity, thought it always seemed to do that. As they walked along the road, they could see HELIOS ONE to the east, easily one of the most noticeable structures in the Mojave for miles, not counting New Vegas.
As they walked, the voice would occasionally chime in, often providing some strange though insightful thoughts that Jason had to try very hard not to attempt to answer for fear of the other two noticing. Though it was more difficult when the voice would make a commentary about his companions, most notably about how strangely calm Lucas could be and the dangers of Eddie potentially knowing what he was.
They steered clear of the old wind farm to the east as they walked when they noticed that several cazadores inhabited the area around it. It would be close to dusk when they reached the 188 Trading Post.
Jason sat at one of the picnic benches and rubbed his head. His migraines were not as bad as they could be but it was painful and he lacked the Mentats to fix it. He sighed and took another dose of Fixer and rubbed his eyes as he looked into the distance at New Vegas. Home was pretty close.
He looked at Eddie. "If you don't mind me asking. What do you intend to do when you get to Vegas? I hope you don't plan on trying to get in to Vegas. You need at least 2000 caps to get in, or a passport and only NCR issues passports."
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.07.06 00:03:00 -
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Two thousand caps. Eddie blanched as the Follower explained the complexities of getting on to the New Vegas Strip. Perhaps he'd thought he could have just waltzed into the city and began poking around without having to jump through any hurdles......but two thousand caps was an enormous sum.
Normally he could have plied his trade on the streets, from the way Jason had described it Freeside would certainly have plenty of people in need of medical care though the whole exercise would be pointless if the Followers of the Apocalypse either became his suppliers, undercut, or even offered treatment for free.
"Ah dammit." He grumbled. " I guess I'm stuck then until I can get onto the strip or find the ruins of the Little Church of the West.....probably one of the only reasons I'm out here. The Abbey likes to collect relics from the Old World.....not the technological kind but at the very least those that might off some comfort to those with faith."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
639
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Posted - 2015.07.06 00:31:00 -
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"The Little Church of the West? What's that? I've never heard of it."
Jason took a drink of water from the water bottle he carried with them. He had never heard of such a location and he was curious about old world relics though more the technological kind. He remembered Cerulean Robotics in Freeside. He would be anxious to get back in there, provided Arcade no longer needed him for the Radscorpion Venom research. Still he wondered what would drive a man from the east to come so far.
"How far did you come from?" Jason asked intrigued.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.07.07 23:29:00 -
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New Vegas wasn't far off now that they're nearing the 188 Trade post, and as they did so the conversation turned towards the city. What caught Lucas' ear was talk of accessing the Strip. "There's a monorail that goes from the airport to the strip right? Might be able to get on that way"
A device like that would no doubt be heavily guarded in the centre of the a military base. His only hope was that he still had enough good will with the NCR. He'd never worked with them in an official capacity, but he had done extensively back west doing more covert jobs that couldn't be handed out to soldiers, most often for legal reasons.
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 - 2015.07.08 00:27:00 -
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Eddie shrugged and took a seat next to Jason.
"About as far East as you can come from. Originally from a small Tribe near the Connecticut River and when I was with the Abbey we were in Western Massachusetts.....uh...." He flushed a bright red. "That's really I can tell you about the place. They like to keep the location a secret."
The 188 was just how he remembered it. The start of his travels through Nevada and the place he'd severed ties with his caravan after the horrors they'd survived out in the Divide. It seemed as though all of the original personalities were still here. The arms dealers, NCR troopers in salvaged power armour, even the fortune telling kid camping out in the underpass below.
"They Elders of the Abbey seemed to think that the Little Church was some famous pre-war chapel out here. Said that hundreds of people used to visit it before the bombs fell and that if anything was left from before that could be called a relic I should seek it out."
H perked up as soon as Lucas mentioned the monorail. A working pre-war train. God, he'd only dreamed of riding one having seen a few desolate wrecks back east.
"Really?! Oh you have to get us on that thing now.....uh....I guess after we get Jason to Freeside."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.07.08 21:42:00 -
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"Massachusetts..." Jason repeated. He had heard the name before, or maybe read it. He wasn't sure. He read so many books he could not be expected to remember everything. Maybe one of the books in the Followers Library. He would have to check the books at the Fort to see if there as anything there. More studying to do.
"A place of silicon, steel and history," the voice chimed in casually.
Jason frowned. It was becoming an annoyance now.
He had never heard of this little chapel. He wondered if it was still standing. If it was in Vegas, there was a chance it would still be standing, but then he'd never been on the strip so it was possible there were abandoned buildings.
"I've never actually seen the monorail myself. Or rather I haven't seen the train itself. You can see the track when you pass McCarran."
Jason looked at the people at the trading post. A girl in a brown hood sat on the edge of the overpass, feet hanging dangling over the edge. Every now and then she kicked her feet and whistled. Jason looked from his seat and could just see the kid called the Forecaster down below. Jason had not interacted with him when he passed through on his way to Sloan, having only heard about him from Michelle, co-owner of the trading post just before he departed.
"Could you guys give me a sec?" he asked, getting up and walking down the overpass.
"Hi," he said approaching the kid.
"Hi, mister. Hope you're doing fine today."
"Debatable," Jason answered. He crouched, getting on one knee to look at the sitting child. "What do you do down here."
"Get away." Jason twitched a little at the whisper in his ear.
"I sell thoughts."
Jason raised an eyebrow. "Thoughts?"
"Well you see when I take off my medicine -" he pointed to the apparatus on his head, "- I get thoughts about things, or people or places. Want me to think about you?"
"Will it cost anything?"
"A hundred caps."
Jason sighed. He was trying to avoid using caps, especially the little he got from Sloan, though he did have some extra from his trade back in Novac, maybe he could make up the difference with Sloan's payments. He sighed and dug through his bag.
"Get away! Get away! Jason put his hand to his head as the voice screamed at him.
"You okay mister?"
"Just a headache." Jason produced the caps and put them on the ground in front of the boy in a bag.
"You get headaches too? My medicine stops that," he said, before he began to take off the apparatus.
"Don't do it!"
The moment the child took off the apparatus, Jason's head felt like it caved in on itself. The voice's protests were drowned out by a torrent of jumbled voices as though he were in the middle of a crowd where each person shouted about something different yet at the centre of it all was the Forecaster's voice, clear as a summer sky in the Mojave. He clutched his head as a wave of pain unlike anything he had ever felt came over him.
"We're similar... but different... One body, two minds... A passenger with you... whispering in your ear. A curse of blood. Not his. Yours. You try to hide from it, a solution in a tin. You can't hide in the tin right now... He can speak to you. You're afraid he'll say too much. You're good. You help people. You're afraid that'll change. Trials come. After the trials, pain. Something's changed. Forecast: Gradually worsening conditions."
Silence. The voices stopped. Jason looked over at him and saw the apparatus back on his head. The world was tilted on a side. The kid's face was slightly twisted as though bent around some random point in Jason's vision that changed every time he blinked.
"You okay mister? Hope I didn't say anything weird."
Jason stood, knocked the caps towards the Forecaster and walked away. He couldn't find it in himself to speak while the voice whispered endless streams of meaningless words. The world tilted farther as he walked, reaching illogical angles. Jason found himself back at the picnic bench with Eddie and Lucas. He looked at the two of them one after the other then turned to the side of the bench and threw up.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.07.08 21:56:00 -
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Eddie glanced down at the strange boy Jason had been talking to but moments ago, listening as the Follower threw up noisily on the other side of the bench.
"That." He said sarcastically. "Is one hell of a kid...... wonder if the Ranger stopped by? I'd have paid to see him puke his guts up in that helmet."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.07.09 00:55:00 -
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Lucas observed along with Eddie as Jason approached the the young child. They exchanged the usual greetings but it continued into a much more unusual conversation about 'thoughts'. He immediately noticed the profound impact the talk made on Jason as he staggered away afterwards. The kid seemed like some kind of fortune teller. 'Complete bogus' he thought to himself, but then looked to Jason as he threw up. Despite telling himself that it would be nonsense he found himself greatly curious about what he would have to say.
"Ah screw it, mind the rifle." he muttered as he left it on the table and approached the young Forecaster.
"Hi Mister, did your friend send you?"
Lucas stayed silent and sat down in front of the kid. A moment later he replied. "My curiosity got the better of me kid. You sell thoughts?"
"That's right Mister, one hundred caps and I'll think like I did for your friend."
Lucas counted out the caps and laid them in front of him. "Think about me."
The child gave a nod and took off his medicine. The instant it was off he cast a somewhat unsettling and focused gaze on Lucas as he spoke in a slower, more thoughtful tone.
"Cards are played against you and you have no power. Watching in helplessness as you lose everything. After that everything changes and you take control. The deck is stacked in your favour...you take advantage. More players come and go but you're always on top as the chips start to obscure your sight. Forecast: Stormy"
Lucas sat in silence for a time pondering what was said. The kid spoke in riddles, and yet most of it made sense in a way. He pushed the caps towards the child before returning to his companions in silence.
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 - 2015.07.09 02:45:00 -
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Eddie glared at Lucas sceptically as he returned from the Underpass looking thoughtful and slightly devoid of a heavy pouch of caps at his waist, raising an eyebrow curiously. He'd not taken Lucas for a superstitious type, nor one to part so easily with hard earned caps but he had to admit the quirk seemed to make the man a bit less intimidating.
"I guess I have to now.... Hold this and don't give it back to me until I puke."
He shrugged once. It was a defeated gesture. He had been planning on spending the last of his caps on a few drinks and a soft bed in Freeside before pursuing leads to the Little Chapel. He sauntered down the short incline passing into the shadows of the creaking Overpass and worked his way towards the youth's modest encampment.
He was surprised to see the boy was already sitting there waiting for him fiddling with some kind of metal contraption on his head that looked more like some archaic medical brace than the tool of a fortune teller. He boy glanced up curiously.
"What do you want to hear me think about? I told your friend but you don't really seem to care what I tell you."
"I dunno" Eddie replied, his tone sardonic. "Things that were, things at are...... you're not to good at this kid. Aren't you supposed to make a big deal of telling my future or something, play the mysterious gift up, or read my life line? Perhaps you wanna start by telling me something mystical about myself."
"You?" He asked as if the question were the simplest thing in the world.
"Yeah me."
The boy stopped for a moment and then slowly and carefully removed the metallic aperture from his head. Immeadiately the muscles in his face seemed to clench as sweat began to bead on his forehead. He paled quickly, began to shake violently, so much so that Eddie thought the child might have gone into shock.
"A Knife with a boy or the other way...can't tell. The sun rises with your strideGǪ. Hides the faceGǪaway from the Long River. RoadsGǪGǪso many roads like veins they take you places against your will. Just never where you want to goGǪ.you triedGǪtraded it in for scars. I see Eight but they do not bring you luck, five chambers in the ground. They looked, some found. Forecast: Sunny with the chance of rain.Gǥ
A Knife. Long River. The Eight....... oh God the kid knew about The Eight.
Eddie looked stunned a moment. He'd not expected the kid to actually say something worth hearing. He rounded on the child who looked equally stunned, grasping him by the shoulders and shaking him violently. "Kid have you ever said anything like that before...... about the Eight or about the Chambers?"
The boy nodded timidly. Just once.
It was as if be could barely remember, as if he was barely aware of his surroundings after the third time 'Thinking' without the aid of the contraption. The boy reached out for it, trashing as Eddie pushed it away with his boot, he needed the Forecaster to answer more questions.
"Who was it? A tall man. Black suit?"
The boy shook his head this time, convulsions racking his tiny frame, hissing with displeasure. Disgusted with himself Eddie left the youth alone to gather his scattered belongings
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.07.09 03:50:00 -
[233] - Quote
Jason sat up and wiped his mouth as Lucas said something and went down to see the child. Jason frowned. What happened? It wasn't just what he said, it was... something else. Something powerful enough to act on his own mind and make the world twist into something unnatural, or was it his sickness, his unhealthy mind translating a situation into something it could not quite handle. He found himself wondering if his knowledge or maybe even acceptance of his schizophrenia somehow made it different than if he had never been made fully aware of it for what it was. Was it schizophrenia though? Or was it something else? Could schizophrenia suddenly make the world warp and twist and bring on a sudden influx of thoughts?
Thoughts. "Thoughts." "Thoughts." He thought it. The voice said it. He said it himself out loud.
Was the crowd of voices his schizophrenia or something else? It could not be something else, that would be illogical. Would it?
"I'm here. To you I'm real, to others I am elusive. Am I illogical?"
The statement was true, the question made no sense. Jason almost answered out loud with Eddie near him. He frowned. Too much of that happening. The things the kid said. He knew about the voice but his wording...
As Jason pondered, Lucas returned and Eddie went to see the kid as well, making a snarky comment regarding throwing up. Jason couldn't help but crack a smile; a small movement at the corner of his mouth. If only it was as simple as what the kid said being the cause of it. He could have blamed the Fixer but even that seemed unlikely given that he hadn't thrown up before while they were walking and he had just taken the second dose for the day.
"Too many questions. No answers?" Was it another half question? Was the voice playing with him again?
"I warned you." The voice knew something. Maybe? Or was this just another one of his unusual insights? A hunch that once again turned out to be correct. Too many thoughts. Too many questions.
Jason dug into his bag and pulled out the book he had been reading. He had not read any since Mojave Outpost. He checked the marked page. 195. He would finish before he went to bed. Unless they weren't sleeping here. He pulled out the fission battery and lamp, connected them and began to read in the light. Something else to focus his mind on.
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.07.09 23:50:00 -
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Eddie stalked back up the 188 Rest Stop. He's pulled one of the .45 shells from the top of a magazine and was flicking it between his thumb and fore finger as one might have a coin or bottle cap. It probably wasn't the smartest thing he could have been doing, flicking a live round, but he didn't much care.
The Forecasters words had told him all he needed to know. One of the Eight was here in the Mojave though which of them he had no idea and that the man in the black suit was here as well.
He paced about the encampment chatting with the few caravaneers bedding down for the night looking for any information be could find about the man in the black suit or Old World ruins that might not have been picked clean. The merchantmen proved to be poor sources of information and better rumourmongers than Eddie would have even thought the roads men of their kind possible. He also spoke with several NCR soldiers stationed though that avenue proved less fruitful than the first with one the green recruits having a stick up his arse for military doctrine and preservation of sensitive information.
After about half and hour he gave up and took a seat at one of the stalls at the Rest Stop. A brahmin steak, some cram, and two bottles of stale beer later he was feeling much better.
Those who inhabited the small trade stop seemed like an amicable sort except for the woman who sat next to him wearing tattered grey robes with the distinctive metallic bulge or a Power First hidden by the folds. He got the distinct impression that any attempts to flirt with the woman would be rebuffed though he wasn't quite sure why, though she seemed sad and despondent.
In the end he barely said two words to her throughout the entire time they sat together and returned to the small bench where Jason and Lucas sat without even exchanging names dropping his pack and pulling out the worn copy of D.C Journal of Internal Medicine. He wasn't exactly in the mood to read but what else was there to do.
He managed a few pages before flicking through the diagrams. In the end nothing was sticking in his mind and he stored the book amongst his things.
"Lucas you mind if I ask you what that kid said? I mean we've got nothin' but time and I was just curious to know if he said anything.....y'know personal. No specifics or anything needed. Just stuff no-one else should have known."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.07.10 02:14:00 -
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Max walked to the East gate of Freeside. A large makeshift gate that screeched upon opening. Slightly shaking the cracked asphalt in the process. As Max entered, he saw only junkies, thugs and dealers roam the streets. Max was tempted of showing the teachings of Vulpes Inculta to the scum that plagued Fremont. Max still remembered what Vulpes taught him. "Do whatever Caesar tells you to do. And whenever the opportunity presents, strike at the Profligates. Pile body upon body." Lessons meant something to Max. To simply remember the why of things. For the sake of history.
Max began to walk down the street, passing a small store called Mick & Ralphs. It would be better to not stop in. Not to draw attention. He needed to talk to the Frumentarii agent within the walls. Broc and Xander are harder to come by when walking in a city. Max than realized he stuck out in his ranger armor. Max stopped and thought about returning to the store and buying different clothes. Max than realized he had a bounty hunter outfit that went with his current outfit. Made him look more like a contract killer straight out of Aredash.
Max began to walk to a nearby alley when he noticed a figure waving for him to come. A dark alley secluded from the open, it was late evening and there was a strange person waving for him to come. This had ambush written all over it. Walking into the alley, he noticed two more figures around the corner. Max walked over to the dumpsters where the person waving to him was at. "See the body there between the dumpsters?" The person had a sly tone in his voice. Max reaching for his revolvers looked at the bandit and said, "Yeah, it's about to be you." 3 shots were fired. A couple of minutes later, Max walked out in his bounty hunter attire. No helmet and no Desert ranger insignia. The fort was within reach.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.07.12 23:50:00 -
[236] - Quote
He mulled over the Forecasters words in his head for a while as he ate a Brahmin Steak bought from the rest stop. The more Lucas thought about it the more ridiculous it sounded, a kid talking about card games which was supposedly about his future. He would've been able to put it out of his mind entirely if not for a few specific words. 'Watching in helplessness as you lose everything.' That was no fluke, somehow the kid knew about the attack. He had to, but it was a four years ago and back west, there was no way he should have known. But he did and once again Lucas felt himself wanting a stiff drink to put it out of his mind. He was about to but stopped when Eddie spoke. Slowly, he responded.
"He spoke in riddles. As if it about some strange game of poker. Someway, somehow he knows my past. Some of it anyway. He spook you like he did Jason?"
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.07.13 23:29:00 -
[237] - Quote
Jason looked up at the sound of his name, then looked back to the book. So close to finishing. He should finish. He looked over to the beacon in the night that was New Vegas. He could not tell them what really got to him. The fact that somehow, when he removed that thing on his head Jason's mind seemed to explode. Still how did he know? And more importantly, the things about the future... Trials?
"I'm..." Jason swallowed. "I'm not sure if I'm more afraid that he knows things he shouldn't know about the past... or the fact that him knowing somehow lends credibility to whatever he says about the future."
Jason swallowed again. The kid's final words echoed in his head. Gradually worsening conditions.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.07.15 22:33:00 -
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Jason's words were little more than murmurs to Lucas as his thoughts drift to the event the Forecaster spoke of. The images are still ingrained into his mind. The last of the raiders leaving Junktown as he arrived, the fires....the collapsing buildings. The sight of his home as it lay scorched, bloodstained and empty.
'No damnit, not again...' he shook his head as if trying to dislodge his thoughts. It was the idleness that was getting to him. He needed something to distract him, occupy his mind so he wouldn't be brought back to that dark time. Only noticing his fist had been clenched for some time he relaxed it and rose to his feet. Sitting around here was doing him no good.
"Let's go, I don't want to stay any loner than we need to." he said whilst walking a way. He kept a slow pace for now, giving the others time to catch up but still giving the clear impression that he was leaving. Still the images haunted him but hopefully they would subside along the journey.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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