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| Dave Vaz | Oct 10 2009, 11:20 AM Post #1 |
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Ready! Set! Fail!
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((OOC: I'm planning this as a solo, though if anyone's bored out there and needs something to do, you’re welcome to PM me and we can slip you in somehow.)) Dave had walked out of town in one of his contemplative moods. His head was rushing with ideas about the signbacks everyone had been worried about and that reminded him of a few ruins he had passed by and didn't take the time to explore. They could be used as a watch tower or fall-back point in case the town got overrun. About two miles out of town, he realized the he had left Betty in a bar full of 'excited' men; not that she couldn't take care of herself or anything. Meh, that Eli guy seemed decent enough anyway; I'm sure she's fine. I'll just go check up on her after I've finished checking over the ruins, he told himself. By late afternoon, he could see the distant buildings and their distinctive shadows. He bellied himself again the top of a small outcropping of rocks on the side of a hill and pulled out an old makeshift telescopic sight. One of the glasses was cracked and the sight itself was slightly twisted, but it still served its purpose well enough. Not seeing any movement and getting a general idea of what lied ahead, he sighed slightly before slipping the sight back in his jacket. He was getting lucky again -- large ruins without a creature in sight. Either there really wasn't anyone out there or people avoided it for some reason. I'll be back here before sundown and make camp where I can't be seen from the ruins, he told himself, as he made his way down the hill and picked up his loaded musket, keeping it handy to be used in a moment's notice. I should have about an hour before I need to leave... I'll check out the highest floors on the borders of town, move down to the lower floors and then move to the centre buildings. Should have it all checked out by tomorrow. Entering the town, he noticed that it probably hadn't been touched in years -- there were no obvious signs of post-war structures or shelters; no scavenged machinery, no remains of camp fires, nothing. Just long deserted streets, apparently untouched since the bombs fell (except by the natural elements). Half an hour later, Dave was carefully looking over the third floor of one of the buildings. The ceiling had collapsed and the clear darkening sky was lumbering overhead as he quickly sketched out the area once more in his notebook, trying to memorize as many details as possible, so as to finish drawing it later on. From what he had seen, the town was perfect for a new settlement; maybe the people of Buckettown could move here if the signbacks weren’t just a rumour. Just as that thought crossed his mind, he heard a low gurgling. At first he thought it was his stomach, though the sound had come from the street. He was about to put it out of his mind when he heard it again, very clearly. His heart jumped at the thought that he wasn’t alone; acting quickly, he crouched down, quickly stuffed his notebook away and checked over his gun as he approached a crumpled part of the wall. He saw it, shambling in the darkening street, tattered clothes and skin hanging loosely from the bony figure. There was no doubt about it: it was a ghoul... and one of the zombie ones, too! He then noticed two other shapes of the same nature farther off, exiting one of the sewer entries. His pulse and breath quickening, he hid back behind the wall, his mind racing with ways to escape. He was on the edge of town, but he had to get out of the building without being noticed first. He tried slinking his way to the stairs and as he approached, he peered down. It seemed clear, but his eyes weren’t used to the darkening shadows. He was feeling a presence close by, as if he were being watched... C’mon Dave, your being paranoid, the floor was clear, if anyone’s close by, their downstairs... His thoughts were cut short as he heard a voice behind him; half startled, he stumbled to the side, frantically searching for whoever had managed to sneak up behind him. “You know, it’s not that great an idea to be walking around ol’ Yorkcaster at this hour.” |
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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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| Dave Vaz | Oct 10 2009, 11:20 AM Post #2 |
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Ready! Set! Fail!
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Dave saw the intruder. A hooded figure with a long dark cloak. He could barely make out the face, but he could tell this person was wearing a mask of some sort. He aimed his musket at him – or her, it was hard to tell – and spoke as he tried calming his nerves, “who are you and what do you want?” “What I want? Well, I wanted to go out scavenging, but apparently I had to bump into a nosy tourist first... as for who I am, that’s too deep a question for anyone to answer in normal conversation.” Suddenly, the figure lifted a small firearm out of the cloak. Dave braced himself and began squeezing the trigger before he noticed the fire was aimed at the stairway. He stopped himself in time to look around the corner and see a ghoul have its blood splattered over the wall as its body feel violently down the steps. The noises coming from outside meant that more of them heard the gunfire and were shambling towards the building. “It’s not safe here anymore,” the stranger sighed, “you don’t look like a raider, so I might as well help you out... for now. Come on, this way.” Dave hesitated, “why should I trust you?” “I just saved you from becoming ghoul chow and you’re asking if you should trust me? I think you’ve got our positions reversed, buddy – I’m the one that doesn’t have a reason to trust you, yet.” Reluctantly, Vaz followed his supposed ‘saviour’ towards the empty elevator shaft. Whoever he was, he made a good point; for all he knew, Dave could be a serial killer on the run from whatever authorities were left in the Wasteland. The two stepped up to the cavernous shaft and as Vaz was about to ask if there was an invisible elevator, the other took hold of an old rusted piece of metal (which at first glance appeared to be part of the missing doors) and pulled in down. There was an audible ‘clank’ and a large metal plaque fell from the wall, bridging the gap between the two ends of the shaft. Ingenious, he thought, apparently this guy knows his way around here... As the two crossed the shaft, the cloaked figure opened a hidden door on the other side, revealing a small cylindrical shaft that plunged to the depths, a ladder covering the far wall, all the way down. Before going inside, the stranger pushed the ‘bridge’ back to its original position, the characteristic ‘clank’ reasserting itself once more. The plaque seemed perfectly inconspicuous between the two thick support beams. Once inside the tunnel, the door was closed and the two slowly climbed down. Dave started to wonder where it lead and posed his question, trying to keep his voice down, in case there were still ghouls nearby. “This heads down to the sewers. Don’t worry; the part we’ll be using is cut off from the infested tunnels.” |
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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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| Dave Vaz | Oct 10 2009, 03:10 PM Post #3 |
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Ready! Set! Fail!
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Minutes later, they were walking down a narrow tunnel; Dave’s ‘saviour’ was carrying a working flashlight, even though fluorescent mushrooms had been planted along the walls in regular intervals. After a while, it started to seem as if the dark trap-filled passages would never end, until, after walking for two miles, the tunnel came to an abrupt end, with a collapsed ceiling directly ahead. At first, he hadn’t noticed the door to the right, but it was there – a heavy metal door with a padlock. The stranger didn’t touch the lock, though; he just reached to the side of the frame and pulled something. The entire doorway opened up and, with closer inspection, Dave noticed there was a thin string connecting the padlock to a small hole in the door behind it. Obviously another trap. The door suddenly opened up to a large cavern; there were three other doorways: two of them were small, with intricate traps set around their interior; the last one was large enough for a truck to drive through -- it seemed heavy and sturdy. Just in front of it were various sandbag barricades with ammo boxes neatly tucked in behind them; and above it, there was a sort of armoured veranda that jutted out of the rock. “Is this come kind of bunker?” Dave asked, somewhat amazed. “Yeah, it is,” came the small and swift reply. Once inside, Dave could hear the distinctive rumbling of a small generator. That’s when he also noticed the corridor was illuminated by electrical lighting. They were definitely in an old bunker. It didn’t seem to be Vault Tech issue, though. It looked more like something a military organization or some obscure company might have built. That’s when he noticed, on the far wall, a large ornate shield with the two letters ‘PR’ written onto it and some text lining around the emblem that was too warn out to read. “Project Rebirth,” the other said as he took off his cloak, “this place was built on par with the other vaults by a group of wealthy people scattered all over the planet. They had dozens of these built in different countries, so that they could all run to safety without the need to wait outside a public vault, possibly being locked out before they could get in or simply getting blown up as they waited for entry.” After taking off the cloak and armour, Dave was surprised to see that he had, in fact, been talking to a woman. What puzzled him was her voice – it didn’t seem female. She then took off the mask she was wearing and it all became obvious: she was ghoulified. At least, only to a certain degree. Her left cheek and neck and upper right temple were showing signs of radiation burns, but other than that, she seemed normal. “Don’t look so surprised, it’s not like ghouls are hard to come by these days,” she said, with a serious gaze, though with an underlying tone of sarcasm. “No, it’s not that... you’re just not... completely ghoul...” Dave replied, feeling more relaxed, though very puzzled. She kept her annoyed look and just took off the rest of her scavenging equipment, setting it on the entrance’s large table, “you can leave your things here, if you like. One bad move, though, and you’re life expectancy will drop down to thirty seconds.” |
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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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| doombringer99 | Oct 11 2009, 12:36 AM Post #4 |
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Wasteland Person
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((OOC: uh, hi, i was wondering if i could join this rp, it would be my first one, i dont really care if u say no, just bored and wanted to try an rp with another person. Sorry im new to the website, and dont know what PM means.)) |
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Kylis Ghoul/level 1 SPECIAL: 4 8 5 4 8 6 5 Traits: Small Frame, Finesse, One Hander Karma: 0 Equipment: Homemade Lazer Pistol, Kitchen Knife Inventory: screwdriver, wrench, Iradiated water, Mole Rat meat, Small hide (x1) Looks: About average height, medium-long hair dyed sky-blue tied in a ponytail, she wears a grey tanktop, green zip-up sweatshirt, jeans, and laced boots (pre-war clothing) | |
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| Dave Vaz | Oct 11 2009, 01:42 AM Post #5 |
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Ready! Set! Fail!
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((OOC: PM means personal message if you click on my name, it'll take you to my profile page; at the table labeled "communication" the bottom line reads personal message. Use that to send me a PM -- the rest is pretty straight-forward from there But! I'm going to send you a PM, so you just have to check your inbox and click on my message to read/reply to it (see top right corner of the site, under the google ad).))
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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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| Dave Vaz | Oct 11 2009, 12:57 PM Post #6 |
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Ready! Set! Fail!
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Without a word, Vaz followed her through the corridors. There were various rooms along the infirmary section, most of which were empty; though a few of them were locked and others were filled with working chemistry equipment. Later on, they arrived at the mess hall; it aside from the tables and chairs, it was completely empty and the lights seemed dim. They then followed a doorway that lead into the large kitchen. “I’m sure you’re hungry. Here, take this,” she said as she opened one of the antique refrigerators, “it might look plain, but it’s good. I call it tarantula drool. Don’t worry, it isn’t actually drool, nor does it have tarantula in it.” Dave sniffed the strange substance and carefully tasted some from the bowl with a spoon. It was surprisingly fresh. In fact, it had a very appealing taste as well. As they both sat down and began chowing down, Dave couldn’t help but wonder why she was being so generous. She took her share of this stuff out of the same casserole, so I doubt it’s poisoned... if she wanted to hurt me, she would have done so by now. Instead, she showed me how to get passed her traps, how to get inside this bunker and now she’s giving me dinner... “Not to sound ungrateful,” Dave said after gulping down another spoonful of the so-called ‘drool,’ “but I thought you didn’t have a reason for trusting me and you end up showing me how to get inside your fortified pre-war bunker...” The other came up from her bowl and looked at him thoughtfully, “I can tell you’re not the arsehole type and if you wanted to kill me and raid this place, you would have tried already. Besides, I can take care of myself in a fight.” “All right... by the way, I never caught your name?” “Tracy. Tracy Franklin. You?” “Dave Vaz; nice to meet you,” he said, somewhat blandly, suddenly felling tired, probably from all the excitement. “Likewise. Anyway, I’ll let you stay here for the night – it’s not safe to stay outdoors overnight in this area – even though ghoul-central is a couple miles away from here, some of them tend to wander off. What were you doing out there, anyway?” Dave shrugged, a mild expression of disappointment crossing over his heavy brow, “A trader came into Buckettown saying raiders were headed our way. I was out scouting for locations to use as watch posts or retreat locations.” Tracy grinned, her wizened eyes searching his features, “you might not have found what you’re looking for, but at least now you know this isn’t the place to look for it. Come on, let me show you what I spend my time doing down here.” |
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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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| doombringer99 | Oct 12 2009, 03:39 PM Post #7 |
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Wasteland Person
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Kylis peek around the corner of the dark slimey sewers and once again curesd the damed riuns full of of feral ghouls that had made her flee into this disgusting place. Usually, ferals dont mind other ghouls, but she had been starteld by one and had accidentaly killed it, sparking the anger of the others. Seeing that the coast was clear, she slowly crept out. She had been in the Sewers for she guessed about 2-3 hours, and was hoplessly lost. It was filthy a filthy place, full of radroaches, mole rats, and lots of feral ghouls. After she had managed to lose the ferals chasing her, she figured sh could retrace her steps, but that was not to be, she didint know wheb she did it, but she must have taken a wrong turn. She slowly crept down the path listening for any signs of life, hearing none, she walked toward the next twist in the tunnel when she heard a whistling sound. She jumped flat on the ground a second before a lead pipe flew over her head and smashed into the wall ahead of her with a loud bang. She roled on her back drew her laser pistol, only to have it knocked from her hand as a feral ghoul leaped on top of her. She struggled with it, but it grabbed her left arm and bit into it, she yelped in pain, and grabed the handel of her knife on her belt, too buisy gnawing on her arm to notice, she drew it and stabed it into its neck, she did this about 5 more times until she realised it was not moving any more. She roled it off of her and removed her arm from its jaws. Knowing that the fight couldent hav gone unheard, she quckly found her pistol and took off in a blind run just as 4 more ferals rounded the corner. Hving no clue of the layout of the tunnels, Kylis just ran, taking random turns. Because of this she didnt see the bear trap around the corner in front of her. Kylis steped dead center inthe trap, it immediatly snapped onto her right ankle. It was old and a little rustu, and the teeth were dulled, but that didnt lessen the pain it caused on her ankle. She screamed in pain, immediatly covering her mouth but knowing that it was too late. There was no way the ghouls didnt hear her scream, and as she painfully readied her pistol, half blinded by the pain in her arm and ankle, she couldent help but think, "Fuck, never figured it would end like this." |
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Kylis Ghoul/level 1 SPECIAL: 4 8 5 4 8 6 5 Traits: Small Frame, Finesse, One Hander Karma: 0 Equipment: Homemade Lazer Pistol, Kitchen Knife Inventory: screwdriver, wrench, Iradiated water, Mole Rat meat, Small hide (x1) Looks: About average height, medium-long hair dyed sky-blue tied in a ponytail, she wears a grey tanktop, green zip-up sweatshirt, jeans, and laced boots (pre-war clothing) | |
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| Dave Vaz | Oct 13 2009, 02:58 AM Post #8 |
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Ready! Set! Fail!
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Tracy had lead Dave into her workroom – schematics and detailed concept drawings covered the walls; tables, shelves and workbenches were all stuffed with parts. On one of the surfaces, he noticed a strange-looking frame (for a gun, anyway); it was irregularly oval with the grip going down one side, a large closable chamber on the upper front and the firing emitter just ahead of it. Beautiful, he told himself as he noticed all the other designs were also aesthetically pleasing. “That’s my version of a laser pistol. I’ve finished a lot of the designs you see here in this room, though it takes a lot of time to build each one. Finding the right types of metal is hard enough, moulding them without a furnace is even harder. I often have to scavenge from other weapons and ‘edit’ them into what I had in mind,” she said as she opened a cabinet and pulled out a handgun, “this one here is almost finished, for example. All I need is a decent barrel and a few appointments. The grip is the easiest part to get a hold of... no pun intended.” The weapon’s size and dimensions were similar to that of an old pre-war Colt 1911A1, but the slide, ejector system and firing chamber were all of typical Heckler and Koch design. The actual body was obviously custom built, as was the trigger and its respective guard. It also used the same safety system as the Colt. “This is very professional work... Don’t you ever sell—“ Dave was cut off as an alarm sounded. Tracy showed an annoyed expression as she took the weapon out of his hands and placed it back in the locker. “It’s probably just another rat in Tunnel 2. That place is crawling with things – a grenade blew up the entrance a couple of months back and now even retarded zombies can get inside without any trouble,” Tracy said as she lead the out of the room, along the corridor and into the bunker’s control room. Unlike Vault Tech vaults, the place had no lumbering tower for the ‘overseer;’ there was a general systems overview in the centre of the room and then offices entrenched into the left side of the circular wall. The largest one was probably the administrative office. The wall on the opposite end was covered in thick glass windows overlooking the inactive reactor. Tracy lead them both into one of the smaller offices, the lettering ‘Security Post’ hanging over the door in thick black letters. Inside, there was a desk with a comfortable chair, two lockers and a large control board. On the top-right of the board, there were a series of lights, some of them from the original construction, though most of them seemed to have been added in over time. The lights were grouped into six rows, each one labelled. There were tunnels 1 through 5 and another named ‘elevator.’ Tunnel 4 was crossed out, though Dave had no idea where that one and tunnel 5 would be, since he had only seen three doors at the cavern. That’s when two of the lights turned on in tunnel 2. “A couple of the traps were sprung,” Tracy said, showing some slight puzzlement, “I’ll turn on the laser tripwire sensors.” A moment later, a group of half a dozen of the smaller lights were blinking constantly at irregular intervals. Two or three lights ahead of those, there was another, slower blink. They watched and, half a minute later, the light after that one blinked, too. “Whoever or whatever that last light is, it’s being followed by a very large and inconspicuous group...” Four minutes later, they were closing the tunnel door behind them and turning on a flashlight. That place was in much worse shape than the one Dave had been through earlier and there were even rotten bodies. His shemagh helped with the smell, but not by much. He knelt down next to one of the corroded piles of flesh, trying to make out the shape in the dim light. “These few were actually raiders. They sprung a gas trap and choked to death a week ago. I never bothered to put them away – I figured a few bodies would scare people from going any further.” Vaz was about to get back up when he noticed there was a bag attached to the dead man’s belt. He pulled it off and found a few small hides inside before tucking it away into his butt-pack. ((OOC: to explain, those are the small hides I won in the lottery)) A half hour later, after searching every little ramification, sewer hole and maintenance room, they heard a scream coming from deeper into the tunnels. Tracy began running and Dave followed her, only to begin feeling his lungs starting to tire themselves by the time they could see the intruder. She was in a bear trap and there were already three ghouls coming right at her. As they ran down towards the cornered woman, Tracy lifted her SMG and burst her fire into two of them, while Dave fired his musket, hitting one in the chest and making it tumble over, though not killing it. He began reloading as fast as he could, only to reach the creature and finding out it was dead after all. He hadn’t done it, but there was no time to dwell on things. Tracy put a hand over the other ghoul’s mouth and told her to stay quiet, “you’ll need your breath to run out of here, you can do all your explaining once we’re all safe.” She pushed down the two bent side plaques, opening the metallic mouth and rearming the trap. “Help her get a head start; I’ll join up with you.” “Give me a grenade first, quickly!” Tracy hesitated and thought for a moment before throwing him one. Dave slipped it between the two sides of one of the bent metal plaques, keeping the handle secured against the body, and then pulling the pin. If the trap were sprung, the space between the two sides of the plaque would widen, releasing the grenade and letting the handle pop out. He then got up, fired one more pot shot and then jogged up to help the new stranger as Tracy covered the rear. |
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| doombringer99 | Oct 13 2009, 05:39 PM Post #9 |
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Kylis grunted in pain has she ejected the spent cartridge for her laser pistol. She had already been attacked by 3 feral ghouls, and and was almost out of ammo. She had maybe 2 cartridges left for her pistol, and new that it was only a matter of time before the ghouls finally killed her, her ankle caught in the bear trap was a sending lances of pain through her body, the teeth grinding deeper with every movement. Her arm was in constant pain also, she was fairly sure that it was infected from the ghouls bite. She heard more growls and three more ghouls rounded the corner and charged at her, she fumbled with the cartridge when two burst of fire flew over her head, crashing two of the ghouls back, followed by the crack of musket firing, and the third one reeled back wards and fell flat on its back. She turned around and saw a man with dark brow eyes, dark brown hair, and what look like an old pilots jumpsuit wearing a shemag and holding a musket. He was with a woman, and had one the the most peculiar faces she had ever seen, her face, or part of it, was ghoulified and she was wearing a dark cloak and holding an SMG. She opened her mouth to ask who they were, but she covered her mouth and told her to save her breath, she would need it for running, Kylis nodded, then the women released the bear trap and told the man to help her up, she gingerly stood on one foot, the then they started to run, she was being half dragged by the man, and struggling to keep pace. The half ghoul woman was shouting directions and shooting small burst of gunfire at the pursuing ghouls. Just as they made it around tha corner, an explosion shook tha cavern and the man grinned. "Well, that bought us some time, but they return, so lets hurry!" shouted the woman. Eventually, they arrived at a door that opened it a large space that resembled a warehouse. “Take her to the mess hall.” said the woman. The man guided her to a medium sized room, and gingerly, she lowered her self onto a bench. Kylis was breathing heavily, but managed to say in a strained voice, “Thanks, um… what are your names? Where are we? I don’t have any pelts if that’s what you want.” The woman sat across the bench from her and said “ We rescued you, so I think we deserve answers first.” “Well…” she said “it’s a long story…” They didn’t look like raiders, and they had saved her, so Kylis gave them the benefit of the doubt. She told them everything, from her first steps into the ruins, to when they saved her. “So, I told you my story, now what’s yours?” |
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| Dave Vaz | Oct 14 2009, 01:32 PM Post #10 |
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Ready! Set! Fail!
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Dave had started losing his breath in the tunnels and by the time they had reached the safety of the inner walls of the base, he had fallen on his knees gasping for air. In the last stretch, he wasn’t even sure if he was helping their new acquaintance or if she was dragging him along. After a few minutes, though, he was able to get up and sit himself right in the messhall. He eased himself into one of the chairs and leaned back, putting his feet up and breathing heavily, as he listened to the newcomer’s story. She never explained where she had come from, or why she had run into those ghouls, so he decided not to put too much trust in her just yet. He kept his musket at arm’s length just in case he needed it. Once Kylis was finished, Tracy stood up and walked off with a solemn look, “Dave, keep an eye on my guest; I’m going up to the infirmary; this woman needs medical care.” Dave nodded and then looked at Kylis, studying her for a moment before speaking, “as you heard, my name’s Dave. I was just saved myself not long ago from the same problem as you by dear old Tracy. “I was out mapping some ruins before I realised there were ghouls everywhere. I’ve been staying around a place called Bucket-town; I’m sure you’ve heard of it. Not much else around here for miles. I’m actually from a town a good ways off from here – I’m more of an explorer than anything else... you get the picture.” At that moment, Tracy walked back in with a first aid kit, setting it on the table and opening up the box. It was full of gauze, stimpacks, alcohol and such; she began treating Kylis’ arm wound by disinfecting it. Dave spoke again after a moment. “So where are you from, exactly?” ((OOC: Sorry for the short post, character interaction doesn't leave much room for story development)). |
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| doombringer99 | Oct 15 2009, 08:15 PM Post #11 |
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“So where are you from, exactly?” said Dave, the man who had saved her. “Well, my memory’s a little fuzzy, to tell you the truth…” said Kylis. “I do remember that I was born into a caravan family, and that when I was very young, it was attacked by a large band of raiders and I was the only survivor. I hid out in an abandoned power facility. It was the stupidest mistake I have made in my life, it’s the reason im ghoulified. I was maybe 15 or 16 when I realized what was happening so I latched myself onto caravans until I arrived in Bucket Town. I have a tent there, and was out scavenging for food when I got into this mess.” She said. “Oh and you can call me Kai for short if you feel like it.” She said, wincing slightly at the medicine administered on her arm. “So your name is Tracy, right?” She said to the half ghoul. “Yes.” Tracy said, focusing on her arm. “I hear you have an amazing array of weapons you have crafted. I like building things to, but don’t have access to a facility like this.” She said with a hint of envy in her voice, “I would love if you showed me a few, after you done working in my arm preferably.” She looked at the damage done to her arm, and saw although she would have a nasty scar as a reminder of this encounter, she would be alright. Her ankle, on the other hand, she feared for. She knew with out a doubt that she was going to be limping for at least a week. She wiggled it and sent a lance of pain up her leg, but at least it was movable. Glancing at Dave, she noticed that he was still breathing a little hard. “Dave are you o-” BOOM! Kylis was interrupted by a huge crash. All of our heads snapped up. “What the hell was that!?” Kylis said. Tracy looked up and said, "I think the ghouls have found us.” ((OOC: sorry about the short post, but I figured I would get the action started.)) |
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Kylis Ghoul/level 1 SPECIAL: 4 8 5 4 8 6 5 Traits: Small Frame, Finesse, One Hander Karma: 0 Equipment: Homemade Lazer Pistol, Kitchen Knife Inventory: screwdriver, wrench, Iradiated water, Mole Rat meat, Small hide (x1) Looks: About average height, medium-long hair dyed sky-blue tied in a ponytail, she wears a grey tanktop, green zip-up sweatshirt, jeans, and laced boots (pre-war clothing) | |
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| Dave Vaz | Oct 16 2009, 03:22 PM Post #12 |
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Ready! Set! Fail!
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Tracy had kept working on the wound, but her head suddenly snapped up at the mention of her hobby, “how the hell do y—oh...” she took on a disappointed expression, her eyebrows – or what was left of them – furrowing together, “I thought that traders were smart enough not to tell people where they get their merchandise... the only people who would know I customize my own weaponry are the ones I sell them to for supplies.” She had finished cleaning the wound and had begun wrapping gauze around the woman’s arm as the told herself she’d have to have a conversation with the traders she deals with. She was about to grab Kai’s leg forcefully to keep it still when an explosion caught everyone’s attention. “It was the door to the cavern just outside. It was rigged with dynamite, so as to explode when not properly opened. They won’t be able to get in through the vault door – was built to survive a nuclear blast, after all.” Tracy looked over the leg wound quickly and started disinfecting it as well, “their no danger right now, but we’ll be facing them soon enough.” “What do you mean?” Dave asked, as he suddenly frowned. “You two are going to help me capture a specimen. And blow up the tunnel. Problem is, we’re going to have to get to the other end of that tunnel to trigger all the explosives. I planted them out along the sewers years ago, but for some reason, the switch for that tunnel isn’t working and the failsafe is at the entrance. You two owe me, least you can do is help fix a couple of my problems.” She doesn’t seem to have any problems with being blunt, Dave thought, sighing to himself. He really didn’t feel like walking into a mob of ghouls just for the sake of an experiment. But Tracy was right – if it weren’t for her, they’d both be getting ripped to shreds by now. “Just what do you need a specimen for, anyway?” He asked. Tracy hesitated for a moment, but decided they deserved to know, “I’m trying to come up with an antidote for ghoulification. I need test subjects.” ((OOC: Sorry, dude, but I just couldn't find a reasonable explanation for how the ghouls would take down a 5-tonne door. Don't worry, there'll be a lot of action soon enough.)) |
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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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| doombringer99 | Oct 17 2009, 08:40 PM Post #13 |
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Kylis had immediately panicked when she had heard the explosion, Dave had also started to reach for his musket. Then Tracy said, “It was the door to the cavern just outside. It was rigged with dynamite, so as to explode when not properly opened. They wont be able to get through the vault door - It was built to survive a nuclear blast after all.” Kylis let the breath out she didn’t know she was holding, then grimaced in pain as Tracy started to disinfect the wound on her leg. The wound on her leg was much deeper than the one on her arm because every movement had sent the teeth of the trap deeper into her leg. The disinfectant stung like hell, but she was grateful that although Tracy want being gentle, she was willing to give up her own medical supplies to help her and hadn’t asked for anything in return. Then she said, “There no danger yet, but we’ll be facing them soon enough.” “What do you mean?” said Dave. Tracy then told us about her plan to send us in to find a specimen for her and blow up the tunnel. “Damn!” Thought Kylis in her head. So much for asking for nothing in return. Should she expect anything less though, the wastes is a dog eat dog world, and when you can have somebody do something dangerous for you, you take that opportunity. She had to admit though, if the positions were turned, she would probably do the same. Tracy seemed to be concentrating, but then said, “I’m truing to come up with an antidote for ghoulification.” Kylis was immediately snapped out of her thoughts. “You cant be serious.” She said. “The technology for that must have been lost years ago! You have to show me the formula, the equipment, everything. If there’s a chance I can become normal again…” Kylis’s voice drifted off. “I’ll start as soon as I can walk, what’s the plan?” ((OOC: sorry, forgot the door was vault strength. Kinda failed there, at least you had a good excuse!)) |
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Kylis Ghoul/level 1 SPECIAL: 4 8 5 4 8 6 5 Traits: Small Frame, Finesse, One Hander Karma: 0 Equipment: Homemade Lazer Pistol, Kitchen Knife Inventory: screwdriver, wrench, Iradiated water, Mole Rat meat, Small hide (x1) Looks: About average height, medium-long hair dyed sky-blue tied in a ponytail, she wears a grey tanktop, green zip-up sweatshirt, jeans, and laced boots (pre-war clothing) | |
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| Dave Vaz | Oct 19 2009, 03:18 AM Post #14 |
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Ready! Set! Fail!
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Tracy stopped for a moment and looked up at Kylis with a disdainful expression, “your ordering a lot for someone who happens to get a guest in my home... not to mention you’d be pretty useless to me – no offence – but I’ve been researching this for over a hundred years; it would take about half that time just to someone everything I’ve discovered... not to mention an ‘antidote’ is at least another hundred years off.” Dave had gotten back to a normal breath and stood up. He started looking over the room with his musket strapped around his shoulder. So we’re going to have to blow up a tunnel and bring back a live ghoul... why do I have the feeling we’re going to have to go directly through the infested tunnel... at this point, I doubt she’d let us know of an extra rout into her base... She finished wrapping Kylis’ leg with gauze and gave her a stimpack for a small boost. She seemed annoyed at her guests as she spoke again, “progress has been really slow – I’ve been taking the more successful results of my experiments – my cardiovascular system and surface appearance have improved a little bit, as you might be able to tell, but that’s it. A lot of my experiments are a complete failure and most test subjects end up dying or becoming even more deformed – breakthroughs are always small and rare. As it is, I don’t have any test subjects left and there’s a new procedure I need to try out.” Dave interrupted her with a trace of concern in his voice, “and when a test subject actually performs well with the treatment and... changes. I take it you just reuse them for more tests... isn’t that unethical? I mean, what if they become sentient again along the way?” “What do you take me for?!” Tracy exclaimed. “Do you honestly think I’d go to the point of torturing a non-feral? Besides, it’s never happened, and if it does, they’ll probably be welcome to stay here if they wish; though they’d have to help me with getting their food and such." “Still, it sounds kind of dodgy to me...” “Well, if you don’t like it, your free to leave and walk yourself into a ghoul parade; I’m pretty sure they have no ethical problems with tearing your legs off, skinning you alive and eating the flesh off your bones while your heart’s still pumping...” Dave scowled and kept himself quiet after that. I’m starting to not like this... he told himself as he sat down. Tracy kept going, “anyway, what we’re going to do is simple. We all go up to the veranda overlooking the entrance area – its door is just as resistant as the main entrance, so don’t worry. Besides, I doubt the ghouls have found a way to get up there. Once there, we kill as many ghouls as possible and we make sure to keep one alive. Then Kylis stays at the veranda and provides covering fire against any more targets coming in through the tunnels while Dave and I go downstairs and bring the test subject inside. We’ll probably have to knock it out, so I have a couple of tranquilizer syringes ready. Once we’re inside, we drag the meatbag’s sorry arse to the test chambers, strap it down, go back to the veranda and take more pot shots...” She sighed as she sat down, trying to make herself comfortable, “then it’s the hard part – we need to destroy the tunnels, but the remote detonation from the control centre isn’t working, so we’ll have to go out there ourselves and detonate it manually. We can put a timer on it, but we’ll probably have to run anyway. After that, we wait for morning, I blindfold the both of you, we all leave the bunker, we walk for two hours, I take your blindfolds off, we head for Bucket-town, I do my shopping and we all part ways.” She took a glance at Kylis again before adding, “if we’re successful, I’ll give you a tour of the facilities while we wait for morning. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” |
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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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| doombringer99 | Oct 21 2009, 07:25 PM Post #15 |
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“If we’re successful, I’ll give you a tour of the facilities while we wait for morning. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” Said Tracy. Kylis couldn’t help but have a small grin spread over her face. She loved to tinker and experiment, and this was a pretty good opportunity to examine some new tech. She couldn’t help but feel guilty that she was going to have to stay behind and provide cover fire while thy went into the tunnel alone, but admitted to herself that she would only be a hindrance to them. Tracy stood up. “Lets go to the balcony and we can smooth out the details there.” She stood up and, with a little help from Dave, limped after Tracy. She led them through more of the winding corridors of the base until they reached another of the giant vault-type doors. Tracy walked up and punched in a code and the door rumbled open. Beyond the door was a balcony that was roughly the shape of a half circle and had a metal, rusted railing going around the edge. Kylis walked over to the edge and looked down. She would have a clear view for just about everywhere except directly under her. There were a few ghouls gathered around the door at the bottom but looking up, one of them saw her and let out an ear splitting scream. She turned to Tracy and Dave behind her. “I think the ghouls are calling there friends, so there shouldn’t be a shortage of specimens for you Tracy.” She pulled out her pistol and check the clip. “Just give the word Tracy.” ((OOC: sorry about the short post and how long it took to respond, I am busy being sick at the moment =(. )) |
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Kylis Ghoul/level 1 SPECIAL: 4 8 5 4 8 6 5 Traits: Small Frame, Finesse, One Hander Karma: 0 Equipment: Homemade Lazer Pistol, Kitchen Knife Inventory: screwdriver, wrench, Iradiated water, Mole Rat meat, Small hide (x1) Looks: About average height, medium-long hair dyed sky-blue tied in a ponytail, she wears a grey tanktop, green zip-up sweatshirt, jeans, and laced boots (pre-war clothing) | |
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