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A caravan arrives.
Topic Started: Aug 15 2009, 03:22 PM (1,541 Views)
Zilabus
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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((Ahaha, couldn't resist bidding on my own crap. But it's all good, I'll give you guys the time to outbid me.))

Eli had been keeping an eye on all the sales up until now. If they where swindlers, they where at least good enough that nobody immediatly realized they'd been screwed over, and Eli trusted his own eyes. They seemed to ba rather legitimate.

When the merchant finally brouigh out something appealing, Eli jumped at the chance. It has some weight to it, but nothing too heavy for Eli to handle.

"I'm in for that cleaver! I'll give you this Razor blade, ana a nice large hide! Real good condition. The switchblades got a spring and everything!"
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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Run4
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"I'm on for the Leather Armour," Caleb shouted, stepping up next to the bidder for the cleaver. A look of recognition flashed between the two. Eli. Caleb nodded to the scrawny man and then raised his Nuka Cola. "I'll put in this Nuka Cola and the shirt off my back. Genuine Tribal Gear. Nuka Cola's still got some fizz to it and all."

Caleb tapped the bottle to emphasize that the Nuka Cola was still carbonated and indicated his current suit of Tribal Armour. Faded, thin leather, probably worth more for the mysticism associated with tribals than for genuine protective quality, but it still did the job. He started unbuttoning his jacket then and there to show he was committed to the bid.
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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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Orion The Free
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Orion saw that they weren't going to sell the things he wanted, they were going to sell the things he wanted in a form that other people would want. He had been observing and biding his time, he had watched weapons come and go, people way over bidding, and he didn't really care. He now saw that they were offereing a large slab of leather with some metal scraps... in the form of a jacket, which mwant other people would want it. He really didn't want to bid everything he had but if that's what it took, he'd do it. Orion approached the front of the caravan where he saw Eli and a tribal bidding on seperate items, unfortunately, the tribal was bidding on the leather...

Orion stepped up beside him, turned to face the woman holding the leather jacket/vest and said "For the leather vest, I think I'll go against this man here with..." Orion pulled out a large hide, "this large hide, which if I heard you right earlier, you said you could make two of that previous leather armour with, so you should be able to make three of this vest here. Now I believe that that armour is a bit more important than some shabby old tribal gear and some half-flat Nuka Cola don't you?" Orion paused to see if either the man or the woman would say something.

((Sorry about the long post, Oh, and if you think that just b/c Orion has a low Char stat means he can't barter, I would think that realistically, His MAXXED Int stat would off-set that, kinda like Betty's High Char and low Int.))
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"What's that you see? A wasteland? No. What I see is the most beautiful thing in the world. I see a new beginning, a clean slate for humanity. A time to forget our past and begin again."
Orion "The Free" Keagan
Notable Features: Yellow Eyes, Duster, Large scar on left side of the face.

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Munk
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Hagan noted the hunting rifle with interest. It seemed in rough shape, but nothing some duct tape and a wrench couldn't fix. He weighed his options. His shotgun was about busted and single shot, plus you couldn't hit anything more than about ten feet away.The rifle looked fixable and had some range but he didn't have any ammo for it and he wasn't even sure what caliber it shot.

The choice seemed easy enough. With the rifle he could actually hunt again, rather than setting traps and using his shotgun to finish off the trapped animals. He could always buy ammo, hell he might even get some free if he bid high enough.

Hagan raised his hand calmly, when the auctioneer noted him, Hagan said "I'll bid my 12 gauge shotgun, and a half-bottle of Vodka And. if you throw in some ammunition for the rifle i've got about 6 shotgun shells i'll give you too."

The auctioneer seemed to mentally write down his bid.

He really had ten shells but he wouldn't mention that. Truth be told, that chubby auctioneer was probably hiding things too.
Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40
Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC)
Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50
Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle)
Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC)
Currency: 0


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Run4
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Caleb growled and muttered something under his breath. It wasn't English, so no one around him understood. He guessed this new bidder wasn't one to cave to intimidation. So Caleb settled on going for outbidding him. Caleb unslung his gunstock club from his belt and turned it over in his hands, looking at it. That club had seen him through so many hunts. It would be a shame to see it go. But if it meant getting that leather armour, he'd do it.

"Hand-crafted Tribal Gunstock War Club. Scrap metal pinion spike set in solid treated timber. Tougher than any old bat you'll find out here, and lighter to boot," Caleb said, stepping forward, blocking the trader's view of Orion as he did so.
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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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Orion The Free
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"Now while a hand-made beauty of improvision like that would be useful, I can see that you already have more than enough melee weapons on yuor caravan here since I saw more than several back there and you keep selling them, Now I have something that is a little more of a rarity in the middle of nowhere, that is, as opposed to a piece of wood with a metal spike in it, I have," Orion reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe with a viscous liquid in it, " one dose of Med-X to bid as well. Now from what you've told us, some real bad shit is headed this way and I also saw that you had wounded. Now correct me if I'm wrong but I believe that this would either ease some of their pain or keep somebody going in the middle of the apparently inevitable firefight."

((And, Run? I would appriciate it if you didn't refer to my character by name until you find it out or I tell you. Thank you.))
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"What's that you see? A wasteland? No. What I see is the most beautiful thing in the world. I see a new beginning, a clean slate for humanity. A time to forget our past and begin again."
Orion "The Free" Keagan
Notable Features: Yellow Eyes, Duster, Large scar on left side of the face.

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((OOC: Names are easier than "Man in Hat". I won't refer to him directly by name in speech until he's named himself anyway. I'll keep that in mind. But either way, your morphine trumps my bash stick))

Caleb stopped mid step towards the traders. He had not expected the other bidder to pull something like that out of his sleeve. Med-X beat pretty much everything but Caleb's bizzarrely set up M60. And there wasn't a chance in hell he was going to give that away for a leather vest.

Caleb stepped back and conceded to the other man, nodding to him in acknowledgement of his victory. Shrewd businessman, waiting until the end to whip that Med-X out. Caleb returned his club to his belt and started buttoning his jerkin back up. The old tribal leather gear would have to do for now. And if something unfortunate happened to this man with the Med-X, Caleb could always nab the armour from his corpse. He wouldn't even have to loosen the leather up if that happened. Unlikely though. Something about this fellow told Caleb he wouldn't be dropping off the map any time soon.
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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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Radiation King
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"Two Jet inhalers," Darrel suddenly cut in, "a can of Pork and Beans and a hide for that huntin' rifle." He then searched through his inventory and brought out the gore-stained switchblade he had been using for decades. He had considered trading it for the cleaver, but quickly turned that train of thought around, for two reasons. Firstly, this weapon had served him loyally for the better part of two years now, seeing him through numerous fights, and although it wasn't totally its original self the main components were still that of the original's.

Secondly, it was more easily concealed than a cleaver, with its retractable blade. Besides, if all else failed, Darrel could just fire the switchblade's blade out of the barrel of the hunting rifle, with a few modifications.
Darrel Cohen, the smooth-talking "Gentleman Thief" (Level 3)

Evan Laramie, the down-home gunslinger (Level 1)
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Orion The Free
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Orion nodded as the tribal stepped back, acknowledging that he had lost this bid. He took the Med-X and the Hide and turned toward the woman, "So I believe that's mine now considering the only other bidder stepped out?" He waited for a response, but held the items out so that she could take them if she was ready to give up the vest.

((Sorry Run. Oh, and I loved the "beatstick" part. Also, thank you for acknowledging my request.))
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"What's that you see? A wasteland? No. What I see is the most beautiful thing in the world. I see a new beginning, a clean slate for humanity. A time to forget our past and begin again."
Orion "The Free" Keagan
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"Damn." Hagan thought, he was hoping that his bid would go unopposed. Now this man in the fancy hat had bet some food, a couple of Jet canisters and a hide.

Jet propbably beat his bid as it stood now. He thought about bidding the rest of his ammo, but he had already said he had 6 not 10 shells. If he suddenly pulled 4 shells out his ass, he'd seem untrustworthy.

Hagan shouted up again. "My original bid plus a half-bag of potato crisps, and I'll make the half-bottle of Vodka a full bottle. " Bidding the last of his food was no big deal. If he could get the rifle he could get more meat, meat is food, he could trade the excess meat for more vodka, and the hides for ammo. Yes , indeed that rifle would make his life a whole lot easier.

Hagan thought he had the superior bid, right now. A gun for a gun, some food he could get anywhere, and some ammo for ammo. He stood and waited in the hot sun, wondering where that other man who had bid, got his hat. His own baseball cap was beginning to wear thin. If some other head gear came up he'd gladly trade his ball cap for it.

Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40
Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC)
Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50
Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle)
Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC)
Currency: 0


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((Everyone digs the hat :lol: ))
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Evan Laramie, the down-home gunslinger (Level 1)
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Judas saw that rifle, and he knew it was the weapon for him. Judas didn't know if the traders were throwing in free ammunition, but he imagined it could probably take his musket ammunition. Judas stepped forward and raised his hand.

"I'll bid two large hides and a fine, robust, faithful flintlock musket for that hunting rifle," Judas called out, "as well as musket ammunition and powder provided that the rifle comes with jacketed ammunition." Judas knew that these clowns couldn't possibly top that, but, if they could, he still had some food and more ammunition to barter. Pity Darrel couldn't get the weapon, but Judas needed it more than he did.
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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.
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Zilabus
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The large gruff man was correct. In a few moments the crowd was alive with contrasting bids. He followed the action with skill, keeping track of bids and switching over every time someone outbidded another. The hunting rifle went out for a good price. "As much as I want the shotgun... I gotta go with scruffy over here." He pointed at a man with wild black hair and beard, and handed over his equipment in a flash.

The metal cleaver hadn't got as many bids as he'd wanted, but again, it went for a decent price, and that's all he could ask for. "This one goes to you there beanpole. Good luck with it."

He pulled out one final piece of weaponry, and held it wordlessly in front of the small crowd. (Basic Carbine.) They knew what to do by now, and the man had nearly yelled himself hoarse already.

Likewise, his aparrent lover handed off her tough leather vest to the intelligent man giving out medical supplies. They needed that. She still didn't quite like either of the people bidding for it though, although she couldn't quite place why.

"That's all for me folks! You shoulda got while the going was good"

((Unless there's a lot of demand for one more round (PM me id you wanna see another one, I guess), this is the last item for bid folks. That's eight items total, and about twice as many seperate bids.))
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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Hagan muttered under his breath, he'd lost the rifle but there was a carbine up for bids now. It wouldn't shoot as far as the rifle but it was probably more accurate at shorter ranges. And it was damn sure better than his shotgun.

He bidded again confident now because the others who had bidded on the rifle and cleaver had much, much less to give. Hell he might win this one.

One more time he raised his hand. "Alright, my shotgun, a bottle of vodka, and six shells." More than his first bid, less than his last. No need to bet as high when the others wouldn't have as much. Unless someone pulls a goddamn hide from thin air again.
Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40
Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC)
Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50
Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle)
Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC)
Currency: 0


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Dave had ignored the rifle, he was looking for something a little more in the realm of the semi-automatic. Maybe a pistol. When he saw the carbine, he recognised the design immediately from his studies into small firearms. It seemed to be in a decent enough shape, too.

He pushed his way through the crowd, bumping and pushing, almost feeling as if he was being crushed when passing between the hip of one humongous man and a wall. He pulled his musket out as he approached, waving it in the air; there was already another bidder, though he was hoping his offer would topple the other's. He had never done this sort of trading before, though he figured he had to be ruthless to get what he wanted. It was a dog-eat-dog world and he'd might have to face that same guy with his measly little musket in hand one day; he preferred to have as much of an upper hand as possible against any unknowns.

"I'll give you my musket, a nuka-cola bottle, one small hide and all my musket pellets, with gunpowder!"

Dave eyed the other bidder, wondering if he had anything else. He could still send in his Mole-Rat meat as a last resort, though he'd have to make sure the weapon came with ammunition.
Dave Vaz:
SPECIAL: 6, 6, 4, 6, 8, 5, 5.
Level: 1. Karma: 0.

Rachel “Rae” Johansson Mayu Frederick:
SPECIAL: 5, 6, 6, 2, 10, 7, 5.
Level: 1. Karma: 0.
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