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A caravan arrives.
Topic Started: Aug 15 2009, 03:22 PM (1,543 Views)
Zydrate
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Milo sat on top of the building as suggested and watched as a man twirled a crowbar in the air. People started showing equipment and yelling stuff out. I'm pretty sure they we auctioning it all off. I wonder if they have any ammo for my revolvers.

Milo looked in his bag to find he had plenty of ammo.

Well it never hurts to have extra. You know this is a really good vantage. I mean I can see for a few miles in all directions. Milo pulled out his revolvers and a pair of pliers and began to finely adjust his sights to perfection.

From afar sitting on a table milo saw what looked like two shiny .460 Magnums. Those are probably just for show. Nobody around here could afford even one of those. At least, nobody around here who could put it to good use could afford even on of those. Milo sighed and looked down at his old revolvers. These have been always faithful to me. They're going to have to do as they always have.

"In the meantime," Milo thought aloud, "I think i'll take some of these scraps i've collected," as he empties a section of his sachel onto the beaten surface, "and try to make some bolts for Orion."
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Milo Rush

Special: 2.8.2.8.8.10.2
Traits: Small frame, Skilled
Level: 1
Karma: 0
Equipment
Armor: Sleeveless duster
Weaponry: 2x M1917, (2x Rudimentary) Makeshift Shank (Kitcken Knife)
Inventory: (In Sachel) Misc collected items, Metal Scraps, Water Bottle, Ammunition, Small Hide.
General Description: 15 years old, 5'4, only about 140 lbs. A highly perceptive, witty, and dextrious marksman.
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Zilabus
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"Sold! To the blonde lady in the crowd!"

"Gimme those mints, the rum, and the bat!" He tossed the prybar in her direction.

"Next item! Next item!" He rumaged in his pack, eventually pulling out a grungy 10 mm pistol. "Works like a charm! Who wants it! I'll trhow in some free ammo of your choice! Great deal!" He held it above his head.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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Caleb, hearing that, immediately pegged the bullet chain back into the cart and stepped to the front of the crowd, accidentally flooring someone as he tried unsuccessfully to move around him. The second person was shoved away as a large man like Caleb would shove the smaller person. That meaning all but lifted and punted him.

"I'll give a revolver, Pre-War Book and a Nuka Cola. I got some .32 slugs for the revolver too. I'll take Jacketless Hollow Point Rounds," Caleb shouted. He waved the gun, book and bottle in the air. Even with the forewarning of him waving the gun, people around Caleb instinctively dodged away from him.
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"Anyway. Then me and CP were like "Lul, wut?" and then Run had to step in and use his e-peen as a riot baton and then Doffa sorta left."

Caleb Wolff, Level 7 Tribal Ranger. (Inventory)
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Cewebwalz
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(OOC-Didn't miss that much, YAY!)
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC-

Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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"Oh! We got a buyer here everybody! That's a tough price to pass up! You better put in with a little more now, 'cause I don't think this is a deal I could go without!"
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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((OOC:Are you demanding a higher price? That'd better be a lot of free ammo! Time for tribal haggling skills! Not the ones where I punch the salesman though. That'd be bad form.))

"What about all of the .32 ball for that revolver I offered? I can give that, or I keep the Nuka Cola and throw in a large hide," Caleb shouted. He drove a hard bargain, this trader. Maybe not such a bad thing. Meant the wares were good.
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"Anyway. Then me and CP were like "Lul, wut?" and then Run had to step in and use his e-peen as a riot baton and then Doffa sorta left."

Caleb Wolff, Level 7 Tribal Ranger. (Inventory)
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((OCC- That's what an auction is all about! But anyways, I was waiting to see if anyone else would put up for it.))

The salesmen sat for a second, silently.

"Keep the Cola! I'd rather have some fresh close then a bunch of stale soda! And throw in the slugs! You won't need 'em no more! What'd you say you wanted for ammo? Jacketless?"

He glanced over to the texas ranger, who was rumaging around through a stack of old aluminum amunition boxes. She eventually glanced up at him.

"We got what you want my man! Kinda odd for a person of your... disposition to be looking for such specific rounds. Last chance! Any takers! It's a great gun! Custom action, clean as a whistle!
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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Caleb wrapped the revolver and book in the hide, then rifled through his pockets to find the old .32 Ball ammunition that had served him so well since he had picked that banged-up revolver from the wreckage of a trashed something in the desert. Finally, he had them all, dropped them into a rawhide pouch requisitioned from his belt and added them to the bundle, preparing to hand it to the merchant.

Caleb put on that face that discouraged people from doing something to keep them from taking his prize. Of course, he could always tail them, strangle them and take the gun later, and keep his stuff. Not a good choice. He'd already murdered one person in this town for a trivial reason.

So Caleb extended the bundle towards the merchant, wincing at the weight on his injured shoulder and generally battered body.
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HenchmenF
 
"Anyway. Then me and CP were like "Lul, wut?" and then Run had to step in and use his e-peen as a riot baton and then Doffa sorta left."

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The salesman nodded to his companion, who passed him up an old ammo tin, which was a bit heavier then one would expect. It certainly felt like it was full of ammo. The truth was, it didn't have much. Rather, the bottom was a thin layer of melted lead. Another trick of the trade. He set the pistol in carefully, and popped the lid back on. He handed it off to the tribal, in turn grabbing the supplies he'd bartered.

He nodded to his companion again, and this time she stepped up next to him. In unison, they both pulled out their wares. He held up a rather outlandish looking rifle. ("Kala" Energy Rifle)

"Anybody here an energy weapons nut? These things are RAAAAARE! If you want it, you better speak up now!"

She lifted up a thick leather jacket, with sewn beltstrips in a criss-crossing pattern. The torso of the jacket gleams dully, with metal chains attached for more protection. (Reinforced leather jacket)

"We ain't all gun nuts, hon! Some of us are a little more worried about savin' are own skins! This is a real nice piece of handiwork! Probably won't find another one of these for a long while! Who want's THIS badboy?" Her voice rang out twith a musical lilt, and she smiled ear to ear.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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(OOC-Could I get them to reinforce some prewar gear?)

Eddy saw the "Kala" being pulled out, and immediately payed attention to his wares. One of them was probably a jet head, however it could also be used for anesthesia. They also might need some food, and he did have hides to sell.

"I'll give you some Canned Pears you guys can use for food, a Jet canister if any of you are junkies, although you can use that anesthesia! I'll also throw in my Magneto pistol too!"
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC-

Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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HenchmenF
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"Here! Here! Here! Jacket!"

Josef shouted, moving towards the front of the crowd. Of course, he had to push a person or two out of the way. However, Josefs hand's already had the stuff he was willing to part with.

"One large hide, Detergent and a bottle of beer for the jacket!" Josef shouted agian, waving his free arm in the air to attract the attenion of the woman selling the jacket.
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Judas wandered into the throng of bodies surrounding the caravan. As he passed among the people, he heard them whispering about "Signbacks" in between the sounds of the buying and selling that was going on. The word meant nothing to Judas, but he would be sure to find out what they were talking about in time. For now, though, the caravaners were selling, and Judas had the mood and the means to buy. Unfortunately, at that moment, nothing was on sale that he'd be interested in. Time to find out who these signbacks were and to figure out what kind of people Judas and Bucket Town were dealing with here.

Judas spied a large, heavily-armed tribal-like fellow with an ammo tin under his arm. (OOC:That'd be you, Run.) He looked as though he'd already dealt with these merchants, and he'd undoubtedly been around enough to know what these "Signbacks" were. He looked like a good enough person to start with. Judas picked his way over to the mountain of a man, leaned back against a nearby wall, and attempted to start up a conversation. "The people around here are whispering about something called a 'signback'. You look to be a good enough guy as any. Do you have any clue about what they're talking about? Also, looks as if you've already dealt with this 'caravaners'. Are they a reliable sort?" Judas tried his hardest to be polite, but not noticeably so, and was very aware that the massive man could beat the shit out of him if Judas didn't make a good impression. Unfortunately, speech was not Judas' strong suit. He could only hope that this man wouldn't grind him into a pulp, and if he was really lucky might even answer his question.
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Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide.
Current Condition--Normal.
4 kills.
Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket.
Current Condition--Just fine.
3 kills
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((OOC: If this grows, we'll need to move the interaction on to another thread))

Caleb was shifting the ammunition into the spare magazines the trader had given him when he noticed that the box didn't have as many bullets in it as the weight would suggest. Caleb stopped to consider pelting the man with his trick box, but then noticed what a trasure the pistol really was. Not quite the same as a 10mm Custom, but still a nice gun. Probably worth more than Caleb had given him for it. They had both ripped each other off. Then Caleb heard someone talking to him. A man in Pre-War clothes with a scruffy beard. Something about the Signbacks and the traders.

"Signbacks are a Raider-Slaver gang I've only really heard about. Nothing good though. They're a long way out, even for someone who hunts as much land as me. If they're migrating, something even worse forced them to. No one seems to want to think much about that aspect of it," Caleb said. He looked at the weighted box in his hand, back at the traders and then back at the stranger. "The traders are alright. But if an offer seems too good to be true, it may well be."

Caleb then leaned on the tattered building next to the stranger and went about sliding a fully loaded magazine into his freshly acquired pistol and working the slide. He flicked the safety on and slid the pistol into the tactical holster on his hip, a spot previously occupied by his old, busted revolver.
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"Anyway. Then me and CP were like "Lul, wut?" and then Run had to step in and use his e-peen as a riot baton and then Doffa sorta left."

Caleb Wolff, Level 7 Tribal Ranger. (Inventory)
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((Sure, if you put up more for trade, we could turn your business suit into Augmented Desert clothing or a Wasteland adventure outfit))

The gruff man pointed out to a man in an old grey business suit. "I'll take that offer! Hell yeah! It's my first offer on this piece so I ain't really got a choice, unless someone else puts up for it! If you want this rare gem of the wastes, you best put up now, folks!"

At near the same time, the woman adressed a man in a leather jacket and patched up denim. "Sounds like a deal to me! I could make two more jackets with a hide that big! Plus got some detergent to treat them in! Anybody else want it! Hello! We ain't got much armor, so speak up now or get passed up!"

Behind the large dark skinned tribal and the man with a scraggaly patch of hair on his head and jaw, a man gave a small step forward. He was of a muddled asian decent by his slanted eyeline and promonent cheekbones, along with ihis head of close-cropped black hair. He wore a rough leather garment, overlapping in many places with different scavenged bits to fashion it all together. "Signbacks are as rough as it gets. Word is something pushed them down in this direction, and I don't want to know what. They kill who they can't take as a slave, and eat who they can't sell as a slave. And they don't leave 'till it's all dead."
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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((OOC: I meant Caleb talking to Judas. Especially if it becomes a swashbuckling Batman and Bane thing.))
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"Anyway. Then me and CP were like "Lul, wut?" and then Run had to step in and use his e-peen as a riot baton and then Doffa sorta left."

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