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"Encourage fornication!"; Final event mission.
Topic Started: Sep 10 2009, 07:18 PM (1,800 Views)
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The strange man stopped and turned to Eli first. Then He turned to Hagan, sighing and speaking like some high and mighty professor the Wastes. "If I were a woman, I wouldn't be out here in the first place, but however since that's me and not this woman, I don't think that's an accurate assumption. Now let me ask you this, if you were a woman out here, you had no survival skills yourself, your only source of protection was killed recently, and your supplies were dwindling, would you follow four men who were saying that they would give you shelter, a job, and food?"

Hagan was not pleased with the man’s remark. “First of all, I think women are tougher than you give them credit for. You can’t assume this woman is a delicate little waif. I’ve met women tougher than you, Mr. Smart-ass. They’d have your ass kicked faster than you could say “Ow.” Hagan thought about it. Maybe that was a little harsh. “Listen, sorry for being so snappy, but please don’t talk to me like I’m five years old. I know that the woman may be tired and hungry and wanting shelter, but she could also be tough as a leather boot. I wouldn’t automatically make the assumption that she needs a man to survive.”

Eli was silent, and appeared in deep thought. Hagan wondered what he was thinking, but it didn’t take long before Eli vocalized his thoughts.

"Why not go to the Elkites? I'm pretty sure they have a settlement a good bit east of here, and they're suppos'ta be friendly enough to other people. Yeah... yeah! We could run down there and give it a look-see. They're at war with some group of raiders last I heard! And they take prisoners, unlike some of the wilder tribes! I'm sure of it! There's got to be a woman or two who would be glad to come with us, if we could pay off the tribe first!"

Hagan wasn’t one hundred percent on it. He’d had good experience with tribals in the past, but he also knew what it felt like to get a bone spear through the shoulder.

“Are you sure, Eli? I don’t want to end up a prisoner myself. I hate that disgusting tribal food they serve.” Hagan laughed a little. “Seriously Eli. Have you talked with the Elkites personally? I mean I’m fine with it, but only on two condition. One; If the women agree to come with us and Two; We tell them exactly what they’re getting into. None of this better life shit. They are to know what we intend. No exceptions.”

Hagan doubted that the women would refuse freedom from tribal capture, but you never know.
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“First of all, I think women are tougher than you give them credit for. You can’t assume this woman is a delicate little waif. I’ve met women tougher than you, Mr. Smart-ass. They’d have your ass kicked faster than you could say “Ow.” The ghoul snapped at Orion, only to pause and then immediately apologize. That concerned Orion. Having an unstable ghoul was bad enough, but now he was showing serious signs of actually being insane. If Orion was going insane, this ghoul was probably already there in some form. He managed to keep his calm and keep from snapping back. Anyway, before he could respond to it with anything more than a snap, Eli had come up with another idea.

"Why not go to the Elkites? I'm pretty sure they have a settlement a good bit east of here, and they're suppos'ta be friendly enough to other people. Yeah... yeah! We could run down there and give it a look-see. They're at war with some group of raiders last I heard! And they take prisoners, unlike some of the wilder tribes! I'm sure of it! There's got to be a woman or two who would be glad to come with us, if we could pay off the tribe first!" Orion thought about it for a moment. It seemed like a good idea, better than the slavers at least. Although, it basically was slavery, just with less risk to the consumers.

The ghoul, however, seemed less than happy about the idea, but he didn't shoot it down either though. Although, he still did have some issues with it that he had not problem voicing. “Are you sure, Eli? I don’t want to end up a prisoner myself. I hate that disgusting tribal food they serve. “Seriously Eli. Have you talked with the Elkites personally? I mean I’m fine with it, but only on two condition. One; If the women agree to come with us and Two; We tell them exactly what they’re getting into. None of this better life shit. They are to know what we intend. No exceptions.” While it was true that there was some risk when dealing with any group to gain any type of merchandise, it would probably be less with tribals than with slavers.

"Hhhmmm... Alright, sounds like a plan that I can agree with Eli. I would rather deal with tribals thsn slavers any day. So I've got your back on it if that's what we decide to do. That is if you can agree to our friend's terms." He paused for a moment, "Now as for your whole little, thing, about there being women stronger than me, now while I don't doubt that, knore do I really care, you however did not see this woman." he stated to the ghoul, he turned around and saw the formation not far away, "She was a mess, especially after..." he thought back to that moment, that moment when he had oomed that woman and her child to die out here in the wastes, maybe this was a chance at redemption (in a since). As he began to slowly walk away he finished his sentence softly and quietly, not to hide it from anyone, he had doubted that that had happened or would have worked, especially considering how close he was.

"... I killed her husband."
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Eli felt uplifted. He had to constantly force himself to remember his best asset was his head, not his temper. Even Hagan seemed to agree to his plan, with a few reservations. If they where lucky, they wouldn't even have to trade anything of Corrotto's. Eli could easily soldier together a few circuits, and he had a detailed enough knowledge of energy weapons to at least keep them at minimum capacity. Most tribals would be willing to trade quite a bit for those kinds of skills, especially if they where at war. A very difficult task had just become a lot easier.

Eli didn't pay much attention to the nameless man as he talked, only enough to pick out a few key elements. Eli was excited that his idea had been accepted, and saw at as an oppourtunity to move up in Corrotto's organization. "Yeah man, I'm fine with that. It would make things a lot harder, anyway, if they wheren't willing to go with us. We'll have to be a little careful with how we do this, but it shouldn't be a problem to get quite a few women to come with us." And if they aren't willing, I'll buy them myself and sell 'em to Corrotto. To hell with your misplaced chivalry. Nothing around here says slaving is against the law, anyway. As long as I buy them fair and square, I'll be fine. Eli was reserved enough to know that he had to keep the last part to himself. His set of ethics wasn't accepted by a lot of people. Didn't they understand? If it was a fair deal, slaves where your property. That was just the way of the world.

Eli didn't care to turn over his mixmatched set of ethics. They'd worked for him up until now. His moral compass was pretty well centered at this point, even if it sometimes seemed to point in unfavorable directions.

"... I killed her husband."

Eli paused, and looked down at his gun, and then back up at no-name, and finally, he scanned the wastes. "Are you fuckin' serious right now? Who's to say she won't just blow our heads off! Gambling with your own life is one thing, but keep mine out of it!"
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Hagan noticed that Eli seemed a tad boosted when the group agreed to meet the Elkites. But that good feeling passed as Orion said quietly,

“…I killed her husband.”

Suddenly Hagan stomach was in knots again and he felt as if he would fall over from rubber legs. He saw the black in black as intelligent but full of himself, now however he saw a monster. Maybe it shouldn’t be like that, however. He struggled with the dilemma. Hagan knew that his mind was weary, it had been almost sixteen hours since he had woken up and his mind was starting to fight with itself. That paranoid voice was getting louder and he was in no condition to start judging the man in black. He suppressed these feelings with another swig of Vodka.

"Are you fuckin' serious right now? Who's to say she won't just blow our heads off! Gambling with your own life is one thing, but keep mine out of it!" Eli said with a small amount of panic in his voice.

“Eli…” Hagan said. “I understand stand what your saying but if this woman is as weak as he says, we need to help her.” He turned towards the strange man. “Now I can assume that you that you had a good reason to kill him? You’re not one of those sick bastards that kills a man for his gal, are ya?”

Hagan waited for an answer and began to realize that he was starting to get a little tipsy. He checked his Vodka bottle only to see that it was far more empty than he thought. He’d been drinking rather steadily since they had set out on this quest, and had almost drained the bottle. “No more. I cant afford to get drunk right now, my friend.” He wasn’t sure if he said that out loud or merely thought it but either way he stuffed his large Vodka bottle into his jacket pocket, causing the leather to bulge in an awkward fashion.

“And if she was so weak why’d you leave her at all, Mr. Chivalry?” He found himself speaking without full awareness.

He turned back to Eli, tapping him on his shoulder and whispering. “If things go south with this broad we send in Roy and the strange man. Then me and you book it for the tribal camp.” Hagan thought this was a little funny but that was probably just the alcohol working it’s sweet magic. He stood back now and ate some of the raw meat he had collected a while back, hoping a little food would help him sober up. That probably seemed freaky to the others, a ghoul eating raw meat. “Like a zombie eating brains” He mused and bit off another raw meaty chunk.
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"Are you fuckin' serious right now? Who's to say she won't just blow our heads off! Gambling with your own life is one thing, but keep mine out of it!" Eli exclaimed with obvious disgust and panic. Clearly Eli didn't like what he just heard. Coward. Orion saw that the ghoul tried to console Eli, “I understand stand what your saying but if this woman is as weak as he says, we need to help her.” He turned to face Orion, “Now I can assume that you that you had a good reason to kill him? You’re not one of those sick bastards that kills a man for his gal, are ya?” The ghoul asked apprehensively. Although it didn't show in his voice, it did show in his nervous drinking habit. Which apparently had more of an effect on the ghoul than he had intended as he inspected the bottle he had been drinking to see that it was almost empty.

“And if she was so weak why’d you leave her at all, Mr. Chivalry?” Great, just what he needed. A drunk ghoul, for that matter it didn't matter that he was a ghoul, it just meant that he was a liability. Although maybe not, since he still seemed coherent enough to say something to Eli that Orion couldn't hear. That wasn't good.

"Alright, if your that concerned I'll go first ok? I'm fairly sure that she won't be any danger. As for your whole issue with me ghoul, no I did not just kill the man for no good reason. Now if you'll excuse me." (Kamikaze!!) Orion didn't give them a chance to respond to him. He turned and ran toward the formations, although her was close enough that they were more like the pillars that they were now. He came upon them fairly cautiously, it wasn't the woman he was concerned about anything else. He surveyed the area with his crossbow, the only signs that anybody was there was the mutilated corpse of the man he had killed, his weapon still clutched in his messy hand. Orion walked over to the remenants of a tent and crouched down next to it. He saw what looked like footprints.
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((Aww man! I totally wish I could make my Jinxed effect hit Orion at the exact second he went sprinting off toward ))

“If things go south with this broad we send in Roy and the strange man. Then me and you book it for the tribal camp.”

Eli nodded slightly, almost inperceptibly, and glanced down at Hagan's shotgun. He didn't know why things where stacking up the way they where, but it felt like it was two steps backward for every one in the other direction. Who did the nameless man think he was? How could he have possibly thought that it was a good idea to spring this on them now? Eli's eyes focused on what appeared to be movement off toward the horizon. It was just his eyes playing tricks on him.

"Alright, if your that concerned I'll go first ok? I'm fairly sure that she won't be any danger. As for your whole issue with me ghoul, no I did not just kill the man for no good reason. Now if you'll excuse me."

The nameless man was gone before Eli could respond, bolting off in the direction of the mystery woman they where trying to find. As noname darted off, Eli thought over his options, and followed him at a much slower, more cautious pace. He drew his gun and looked back at Hagan, then towards Roy. It was a fairly acurate pistol, although it was slow to reload, and you had to do it often. After deciding it too noisy to fire his pistol at this time of day, he pulled out his light cleaver instead. He really didn't want to use it.

As he pulled up closer to no-name, he gave a nod in his direction. He wasn't close enough to quite catch anything whispered, and he didn't intend to close the distance more then he had. From the distance, he could make out the patterned imprints of a foot on the dirt around noname. He scanned the horizon again, and leaned against an old barrel drum. He though about it for a second, and unholstered his pistol again, in his left hand. He wanted to be prepared for anything.
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"Alright, if your that concerned I'll go first ok? I'm fairly sure that she won't be any danger. As for your whole issue with me ghoul, no I did not just kill the man for no good reason. Now if you'll excuse me."

That was the last thing the man in black had said before rushing headlong toward the formations.

“Shit. You’re kiddin me.” Hagan mumbled. He half expected a gun shot and a spray of the strange man’s blood, but nothing happened other than Eli taking out his pistol only to holster it again. He grabbed his cleaver from off his belt and followed the direction the suicidal man had taken. Hagan trudged directly behind Roy using Roy’s massive shadow as a handy shield from the wasteland heat. Hagan still chewed on the meat but was feeling more level headed the farther he walked.

Roy stopped suddenly causing Hagan to walk into his wide back. Roy looked over his shoulder and flashed an evil eye but didn’t say anything. Hagan ignored him for now and walked around the big man. He saw that the man in black was crouching near the shredded remains of an old tent. Eli had his gun out again and warily looked around. Hagan paced, hoping the activity would sober him some.

“Hey, smart-boy” He asked the man “Did this women have a kid with her? Or mention anything about some one coming to get her? Cause I think I see more than one set of footprints.”

That wasn’t good. The shredded tent could mean a struggle, but then again it could have already been like that, because in the wastes a ripped piece of shit tent was better than nothing.
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“Hey, smart-boy” He asked the man “Did this women have a kid with her? Or mention anything about some one coming to get her? Cause I think I see more than one set of footprints.” the ghoul asked him. Orion knew what the answer to those questions was, and he didn't like it, nore did he want to have to say it.

"Yeah... yeah she did have a kid with her, but that's not what concerns me. As you can see there are more tha one set of footprints, as a matter of fact, there are several sets here. Although I don't see any drag marks. Although that's not really a good thing or a bad thing since it could be either," Orion stated in a low plain voice. He assumed his thinking position with his hand on his chin as he began to pace back and forth. "they could be dead and they could have carried the corpses away from here, although..." he looked at the ground. While their was enough dirt on it to leave footprints, the dirt was solid enough that it didn't get blown away by the wind."I doubt that because there would be a lot of blood here. I don't see any, well except for the dead guy there."

With the mention of that he walked over and knelt down next to the mutilated skeleton, he looked up and down the corpse and then saw a piece of metal sticking out of him. He grabbed it and pulled it out which resulted in an interesting squishy noise. "I'll take my bolt back." He whispered to the dead man.

He stood back up and said what everyone, well except maybe Roy, was thinking. "Alright, chances are, slavers or tribals took her. Those seem the most logical considering raiders don't usually take live prisoners, at least not with out removing a limb first. I suppose the only question is now, is where to go." he paused and pondered the situation. "I suppose we could either follow the tracks or go to the Elkites Eli mentioned. Hell, they might even lead to the same place."
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"Yeah... yeah she did have a kid with her, but that's not what concerns me. As you can see there are more tha one set of footprints, as a matter of fact, there are several sets here. Although I don't see any drag marks. Although that's not really a good thing or a bad thing since it could be either,"

God. Damn. It. Was it really possible for someone to make such a large error, and not feel the slightest bit embarressed? The minutest amount awkward? Could someone really act so sure of himself, so confident, so unapologetic, even when they'd just failed horribly? Apparantly, No-name could.

"I suppose we could either follow the tracks or go to the Elkites Eli mentioned. Hell, they might even lead to the same place."

It was irritating. How did No-name remain so aloof? So untouchable? It was like he was on some other level of awareness. It made it impossible to connect with him, and it was annoying on a level Eli hadn't thought possible. Maybe what he had was actually poise. Swagger. Confidence. Eli decided confidence and arrogance where impossible to distinguish. Eli choked back a retort, and glanced around at the dirt.

It was dry, dusty, cracked, but in a specific way. Eli recognized it. It was the kind of soil that had seen moisture, but not for a good bit of time. Luckily, it was the kind of footing that would leave tracks. Very shallow, easily covered tracks, but the kind that would stick around for a long time. ((High perception)) There where very few visible footprints, but it was rare for one to be lucky enough to actually see deep enough marks to follow them. The majority of the time, you had to follow much subtler, more indistinguishable clues. Scuffs, inprints, irregular cracks, broken pieces of refuse and displaced rocks. If the trail was more recent, perhaps even a slight kickup of dust and sand.

"East. The went east. It's... I can't tell if it was some wandering critter, or some people. It..." Eli glanced around again. To his left, there was an odd imprint in the ground. Faint, but still noticable. He stepped closer and peered down at it, then looked in the other direction. "Somebody fired, though. But there was no returning fire. At least none I can notice. So... it's probably slavers or some monster. Hell, maybe even a robot! I heard there where some old hostile ones wandering around here. I just can't tell for sure. They went east though. And I think I can follow the trail." Eli paced off slowly in the direction he had gestured. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I could follow it."
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"Yeah... yeah she did have a kid with her, but that's not what concerns me. As you can see there are more than one set of footprints, as a matter of fact, there are several sets here. Although I don't see any drag marks. Alright, chances are, slavers or tribals took her. Those seem the most logical considering raiders don't usually take live prisoners, at least not with out removing a limb first. I suppose the only question is now, is where to go. I suppose we could either follow the tracks or go to the Elkites Eli mentioned. Hell, they might even lead to the same place."

Hagan wasn’t surprised. It was hard to see for Hagan’s eyes but it was clear enough that more than one person had been walking here. The man had mentioned a child but Hagan didn’t see any small enough prints for a kid. So the child was either carried or too young and wasn’t heavy enough to leave tracks in the hard packed soil. Eli was bent low and carefully examining the ground.

"East. They went east. It's... I can't tell if it was some wandering critter, or some people. I….” Eli stopped and looked to one side then the other, gently dragging two fingers across a specific spot in the ground, then pointed east. "Somebody fired, though. But there was no returning fire. At least none I can notice. So... it's probably slavers or some monster. Hell, maybe even a robot! I heard there where some old hostile ones wandering around here. I just can't tell for sure. They went east though. And I think I can follow the trail." Eli started to walk along a path that seemed clear to him, but invisible to Hagan. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I could follow it."

Hagan felt more confident following Eli than the man in black. Eli didn’t exude the cocky; I am the greatest nonsense that seemed to feel the air around the strange man. Of course when you’re that confident in your abilities, you’ve probably earned the right to be arrogant. Hagan didn’t know, but he began to follow Eli anyway. As he past the footprints he saw the spot Eli was talking about. A small hole, almost imperceptible that dug into the ground at an angle. It looked like a bullet hole to Hagan, not fired from a laser. He didn’t believe it was a robot; they wouldn’t fire one bullet then stop. They shoot until everyone is dead or they die themselves. Slavers were more likely. Fire a warning shot then stage a hold up, before dragging the new slaves back to camp, but the fact that the footprints headed east made Hagan lean toward Tribals taking her. Probably the Elkites, which made this whole mission easier. Tribals tended to shy away from guns, preferring bone or wood weapons used for melee combat and sneak attacks, but it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that they had found a rusty rifle and some ammo.

Walking east and feeling much more sober, Hagan began to absently hum a jingle from his pre-war days. The tune was crisp and happy, and it distracted him from the sense of danger the wastes held. Maybe it distracted him too well, because he was steadily falling away from the world and back into memories. His wife, his parents, and even the annoying little girl down the street who was always trying to sell him cookies. They seemed so clear that he could almost touch them, feel their skin, smell their scents, taste his wife’s sweet lips and his mother’s arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace from when he was just a boy. The memories were tempting and addictive, like a drug to him. He wanted to stay in his mind, sit down and live forever in his old world. Hagan’s body walked absently along with the others, but his mind was gone. He no longer wanted to suppress these memories with alcohol, he wanted to grab them and never let go. He would have cried if he could. Deep, loud sobs for the things he lost, the things he will never have again.

Hagan walked inattentively in silence with the other men. Eli, Roy and even the strange man seemed miles away, though they walked only a few feet from him. He was gone and didn’t want to wake up. It was dangerous he knew, but for some reason he longer cared if he lived or not. It was not the first time he’d felt like this but it was the first time it had happened around other people. Many times Hagan had held that shotgun to his head, felt the cold steel of the rusty barrel, longing to squeeze the trigger and feel the kiss of lead, but he could never do it. He wasn’t enough of a man yet, hadn’t lived long enough, though he had been living for 200 and some odd years. Inside he dreaded his own demise but also longed for it. He was tired and ragged, ages old and yet not filled with the wisdom people expected of him. Hagan would always put on a friendly happy face, but it was a poor façade for the weary old ghoul hidden beneath, one whom just wanted to be done with it, be done with everything so he could dream forever and be with his loved ones.

But it was not to last, Hagan’s body was calling him back. It was beginning to feel uneasy and needed a logical word of advice. Hagan felt the pull and fought it as hard as he could, he didn’t want to go back. “No, not again.” He whispered softly as he regained control of his body, which until that point had been walking in something similar to a trance. He sighed loudly, frustrated at the seeming urgency in his gut. “You dragged me back here, now what is it.” He asked himself. Walking at a brisk pace with the others he looked around. His mind was still fuzzy with his recent experience but there was no way he could mistake what he had seen.

The top of what looked like a head jutted up from behind a craggy rock. Hagan was suspicious and gazed around a little more. It was only when he saw a silhouette crouching behind a thick dead bush that he decided to do anything. He took a scrap of paper from his pocket, it was stained with age with writing on the front but the back was blank. Next he took out a small stub of pencil. Doing his best to write without a solid surface, he wrote a simple message on the scrap.

“We’re being followed.”

He nonchalantly tapped the strange man -who was the one walking closest to him- and handed him the message. He was hoping the man in black could read, he seemed smart anyway. Of course, The stranger and Eli may already have noticed, but Roy was dumb as a post and could have a dog use him for a chew-toy and it wouldn’t register. Hagan didn’t know how long he had been in his own mind, but he looked behind him and couldn’t see the formations anymore, so he assumed they had been walking for quite some time. It didn’t matter he decided, waiting for the strange man’s reply. Not wanting to alarm the followers, he kept in his position, marching in the four-man army, without making any sudden moves.
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Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
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Orion had watched as Eli had determined where the tracks lead and that subsequently lead to them following them, which is what the four were doing now. As boring as it was, Orion was actually paying little attention to the world around him. He was thinking, which he seemed to have a lot more time to do as of late. As usual he was thinking about the strange void that seemed to fill his mind. It felt no only like he was missing part of his memory, but it also felt like he was missing part of himself, he felt as though he wasn't himself.

"Himself... you know, what does that really mean?" He wondered, everything was all perspective, or lack of perspective, depending on the situation. He couldn't get over the fact that he was sensing an emptiness that he thought, no he knew, hadn't always been there. He could feel that he was getting angrier at himself, even though he knew it wasn't his fault, actually, he didn't even know that. He may have done something that lead to his memory loss.

"Damn it!" He screamed inside his head. "Why can't you remember! Why the FUCK can't you remember?"

"Hey now, Orion, your trying the best you can. Calm down."

"No damn it! I will not calm down! I'm missing a freakin part of my mind! You cannot tell me to calm down. I don't what happened, what I may or may not have done!"

"Come on, you don't really believe that do you? You know you would only do what you had to to survive. After all, isn't that what you seem to preach to others? The wastes only accepts survival? There is no good or evil?"

"FUCK YOU! I DON'T NEED MYSELF TELLING ME WHAT I BELIEVE!"

"You do realize how crazy this us right? He he, your fucking arguing with yourself, yourself. Your right, you are insane."

"I. AM. NOT. INSANE."

"Sure sound like it."

"Fuck you."

"See! Your doing it again!"

"Your real funny you know that?"

"Why don't you just kill yourself and put us out of your misery."

"Yeah, 'cause that's the smart thing to do."

"It is to me... or is it you?"

"Now your just trying to mess with me."

"No. Although the funny thing is, your STILL arguing with yourself."

"You know what, fuck you. I'm done talking to you."

"No your not. You can't force me to shut up. I told you to kill yourself."

"You know what,, -"


He was mercifully and suddenly jerked from his thoughts. The ghoul was trying to get his attention, he gave him an old piece of paper that had three words on it. Three words that you never want to be told in the middle of nowhere.

"We're being followed."

"Shit, that's not good." He thought to himself, he had been to preoccupied with himself to notice. That could cost him. He had to act fast. Since the ghoul was still close by and it would be very noticable to talk to Eli, he had to speak to the ghoul. He slowly dropped back to were he was standing almost beside the ghoul.

"Where?"

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The slavers, or whatever they where, didn't seem to care much about leaving a trail. The one they left was obvious and deep, and anyone with care would have at least tried to cover it up, or not leave such deep marks. It almost looked a little like some of it was done on purpose. Most people didn't leave actual heavy marks every so often, unless they where very heavy, stomping down hard, or carrying a lot. Maybe they where just following some merchant who had stopped by to trade with the girl.

The track didn't double back, or even curve or sway. It wasn't tribals, that was for sure. They always tried to pull that kind of shit, even when they new full well nobody was following them. Maybe they had inherited it from their father's father's. It would be useful to make your course as confusing as possible, expecially in the very first years after the bombs fell. Getting found probably meant getting eaten, robbed, or killed. Then again, tribal's also liked to play dead, and then jump up and plant a hatchet in your head. They had some crazy ass right's of passage.

Eli looked over at Roy, who was closest to him. Roy looked back and shrugged. He was smarter then people gave him credit for, but not by a whole lot. Then again, he was stronger then most people gave him credit for, and that was saying something. "What do you think, Roy? Whoever left this where a bunch of Johnnies for sure, man. If they're this bad in a fight, we could pick them off like it was nothing." Again, Roy shrugged. "I don't care. I just want to get the job done, and quick." He paused with his mouth open, like he was going to say more, but he refused to offer any more then that.

Behind him, Eli noticed Hagan casually move up to Noname and give him a tap on the back. He palmed something, but Eli couldn't tell what, exactly. At first, he shrugged it off. The more he though about it, the more he worried. His first thought was just to turn back and ask, but that might have been a bad idea. Eventually, he pulled out a circular piece of glass he sometimes used to look closer at electrical wiring, and spun it around in his hand. He tilted it this way and that until it eventually flashed a little beam of light in Hagans general direction.

Unnotticed by Eli, a dark, grimy figure darted from one piece of cover to another. As he ran, others followed, taking cover in other directions. Most of them had improvised hand weapons, but their leader had a well balanced boomerang type throwing device. They rolled in closer to the group of four, until eventually they prepared for an ambush. It would only take a few seconds for them to be on top of all four of them, and then any superior weapons they had would become useless. The leader licked his lips in anticipation. He really wanted a 'goon', and some 'emu' to go with it. It would also be nice to eat again, and four would provide food enough for his whole group.
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The stranger had dropped back beside Hagan and asked “where.”

Hagan pretended to stretch his arms trying to point to the craggy rock without alarming whoever was following. He probably failed because as he looked back to the rock he longer saw anything. That’s not good. Before Hagan could say anything, he heard a soft whoosh cutting through the air.

Pain shot through his head and he saw only black. He thought he was screaming something like “God! Holy shit! That hurt! But the sounds were so muffled by the ringing in his ears he wasn’t sure. He was unaware of himself, he knew he had fallen down but he didn’t think he was dead. Suddenly his eyes began to fill with light again and the ringing in his ears had stopped. He heard sounds of fighting all around him and he stood up on wobbly legs.

He was still seeing stars when he felt a massive weight fall onto him. A shabbily dressed woman was straddling him attempting to bite his neck. Hagan put his arm up in defense and she had gripped it violently. She was snarling, drool dripped into Hagan face as she shook her head wildly like a rabid dog. Her fingernails were long and sharpened into claws. The yellow color to them was contrasted by the scarlet shade of blood as they dug deeper into Hagan’s arms.

Hagan gave a loud guttural yell and shoved the women off him. She fell over but came back quickly. Hagan had only enough time to grab his switchblade from his belt. It flicked open with a fwocka and Hagan held it up and watched the women impale herself as she jumped onto him. She flinched but didn’t stop. Hagan ripped the switchblade from her ribs and jabbed it hastily into her eye socket. She dropped dead-weight against Hagan and he rolled her body off.

He stood up again, the wobble in his legs gone, replaced with pure adrenalin. He put his switch blade back and drew his shotgun. There was still more fighting to be done.
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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

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Whatever subtelty the ghoul was trying to achieve either didn't work, or Orion just didn't have time to figure out what he was trying to point out. The only think Orion had known was that he was now on the ground and in a shit-ton of pain. Just a few seconds after the ghoul had made a move there was a flash and a thud. Orion had worked with enough of them to recognize a stun grenade going off. Although, that one seemed to have a little more "umph" to it. Regardless his ears were ringing and he couldn't see shit... less than usual that is.

After a few seconds he had started to see again, however he still couldn't hear over the bells going of in his ears. As he struggled to get to his feet something small, hard, and probably wooden, slammed into his torso knocking him flat on his ass again. Before he could think "Son of a Bitch" a man had leaped onto him, he was wearing some old rags and what appeared to be a necklace made of... teeth? "Great. He wants to eat me." Orion thought to himself. In this man's hand was a short blunt wooden club.

Orion had to think fast or he was going to get himself killed and eaten. His left arm was pinned so there was no way he was going to use it (not to mention the man was grinding his knee into Orion's still healing bullet wound), however, his right arm was not. he quickly threw his left arm up and aimed toward the crazed man and fired his crossbow. Unfortunately, it only hit the man's right shoulder. Still, it was enough to make him reel back in pain. After all, there's nothing like a piece of serrated rusty metal lodged in your shoulder to make you go "Holy Shit!" which was ironically exactly what he screamed.

As the man lurched backward, Orion was able to scramble back to his feet. He completely miss-judged the thoughness of this man, he put his club in his left hand and, using his right hand, yanked the jagged bolt out of his shoulder and threw it to the ground. Not many people could do that and not faint from the pain. He gritted his teeth and smilled. He put the club back in his right hand lunged at Orion.

While he had been able to pull the bolt out of his arm, the pain must have slowed him down because Orion was still able to dodge the lung and following swing. The man seemed suprised that he missed and paused for a moment. Orion saw the opening and reloaded his crossbow and took aim at the man. As he turned around to swing at Orion he was meet by a bolt to the throat. Arterial spray hit Orion's duster and arms.

He ignored the blood and the increasing pain from over exerting his wounded arm. Still, he managed to reload his crossbow (a bit more slowly), and looked around to see that there were more hostiles wanting blood.

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Eli stumbled as the current scenery around him seemed to burn itself in his eyes. Even as he turned his head confusedly, the image he was seeing refused to change. To his horror, on top of that, the world around him went totally silent. He froze in horror, dazed and confused. For a split second, he entertained the idea that he had just been shot, and he was now dead. He ditched that notion as his vision began to return, but the picture of what was once around him didn't full fade out, as if he had put two pictures on top of eachother and held them to the light.

The side of his head surged with pain as a strange bent object hit him on the side of the head, and then again as it's other end bashed into him a split second later. Again he stumbled, still unable to tell exactly what was going on around him. A warm, filthy, body collided with him, wailing it's arms at random and screaming like a banshee. Eli's only defense against the enraged form was to push off of what appeared to be it's chest as powerfully as he could. Eli suddenly realized that the crazed body was that of a woman, and decided not to reach for a weapon.

Instead, he rushed forward at the blurry woman, and tacked her to the ground. She continued to swing and flail her arms, hitting Eli hard in the face and chest. Bitting his lip, he reached out and grabbed a lock of her greasy hair. He tugged on it, hard, towards the dirt, and she bent in the desired direction. As she fell, Eli put the full force of his body on top of her, pinning her into the ground with one arm stuck behind her back. As she continued to scramble and sway, Eli slapped her in the face with such force that his hand stung and pinned against her with a lot more force. It wasn't an enjoyable experience, hitting a woman, but Eli decided he had little other choice. As his vision slowly got sharper and sharper, he looked down at her grungy face.

"Ya' know, if we washed your face off, your actualy pretty cute." That was good. Eli's intention was to see if he could use her, anyways.
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