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| Ruin raiders; Banjo, Tack, Sun | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 21 2010, 04:25 PM (271 Views) | |
| Zilabus | Sep 21 2010, 04:25 PM Post #1 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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Three of you went with the majority of the suspicious mercenaries, which means the sunglassed man, the small tribal girl, and the man with an odd affinity for his pump action rifle. The second they made it out of proximity with their odd boss, they all noticably lightened. The tribal girl seemed to be their constant scout and point-man, always either far ahead of the group or on top of the highest landmark in the area. The man with the odd tinted glasses and the pump-actioneer joked with eachother in the half-insulting way that good friends tended to, and they would occasionally consult a rather large homemade map. "See, the general idea is just to check out this big huge old section of ruins out this way. On the map, it was nothing more then a large blacked out portion. Map it out, take anything super valuable, and then get outta there. Should be nice and relaxing." |
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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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| Cewebwalz | Sep 23 2010, 03:26 PM Post #2 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Sun shrugged as the man listed out his directions. It seemed easy enough. He wasn't too experienced of a scavenger among other tribals, but he assumed that the outsiders wouldn't be too good either. Either they didn't know where to look, or scavenged off of how shiny an object is. He'd heard more then enough stories about non-tribals greed leaving to their down fall. He'd have to watch his back. He moved ahead of the group, closer to the scout then anyone else. She was perched on top of a slight hill, looking over the area. She waved the group forward, and waited for them to catch up. As Sun climbed the relatively steep hill, he began to see the top of the ruins. Smiling, he glanced over the area, examining it for all it's worth. |
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| TjRyan | Sep 23 2010, 11:03 PM Post #3 |
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Banjo lumbered at the back of the group, struggling to keep up to their pace. They were walking towards their destination with some speed. He wasn't quite sure what they were going to do in these ruins, but it was better then to be in Bucket Town. The place seemed to yell at him for taking stuff that wasn't his. Not the people, the town itself seemed to dislike him. Or maybe it was just a delusion caused by the scorching sun. He didn't know. Nor did his braincells really care. At the moment they were busy enough, with deciding if they should run away. Eventually they agreed. Lets keep going with these men. They have guns. Banjo limped onwards, towards the steep hill. |
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Banjo Pennington SPECIAL: 8, 7, 9, 5, 2, 4, 5 Level: 1 Bucket Town Reputation: 0 Traits: Heavy Handed, Bruiser Equipment Weaponry: Baseball Bat, Home Made Shotgun. (Poor), Cheap stun grenades (x1) Armor: Tattered Jumpsuit Looks Caucasian 5'5, big and brawny. Walks with a limp. Short brown hair. Brown eyes and a cleanshaven face. Tattered jumpsuit. | |
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| Munk | Oct 4 2010, 06:20 PM Post #4 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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Tack didn't say much to anyone, simply here to collect what supplies he can before heading out on Finn's little mission. It was a good thing, he thought, very convenient that these folks were willing to take the help of someone a bit unscrupulous. Which, if Tack was right, they were all a bit unsavory excluding the Asian looking fellow and Dopey. Sunglasses was talking with the man with the odd rifle, who pumped it like a boy who'd just found his first porno mag. Tack walked on, just about to the ruins. |
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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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| Zilabus | Oct 4 2010, 06:43 PM Post #5 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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"Guys. Something is wrong. Seriously wrong." The tribal scout jumped up from behind. She looked worried. Upon hitting the crest in the latest dune, the other mercenaries seemed confused. It wasn't nearly as urban a set of ruins as they had been expecting. Instead, it was a set of odd metalic monoliths with a small abandoned town and, what looked to be a factory of some kind, around it. To make matters worse, it was obvious that figures where approaching, and if the tribal lookout is to be believed, they're approaching from all sides. |
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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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| Cewebwalz | Oct 5 2010, 01:03 PM Post #6 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Sun was the second to notice the advancing attackers. He was the closest to the scout after all, and soon after her warning he began to glance around. Coming in from all directions. How many where there? Where did they come from? He wasn't sure who or what the enemies coming in where, but he knew enough that the grouping of scavengers where stuck in a bad spot. He nudged the tribal scout, and pointed towards the town below. "Let's go down there, head to the factory. We can get cover from the the people coming at us. I'm not sure what those men covering towards us want." The tribal girl looked over at Sun, shrugged, and pointed towards the group of men below. "Go tell them the plan." Sun nodded, and slid down the hill, heading towards the group of figures. He darted towards them, creating a slight (and barely noticeable) dust cloud behind him as he moved. He slid to a stop once he reached the group, and resisted the urge to begin panting. "Hey. The girl says that there's cover in the town below. She wants you to get down there before the men arrive." |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| TjRyan | Oct 9 2010, 05:55 AM Post #7 |
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The figure of Sun arrived at them, apparently still capable of breathing after such a run. He was surprised. Who could run and not be tired or out of air? This guy must be something else! But whilst this scene was playing around in his head, his brains, who are hiding in a corner of his skull, away from the obnoxious empty space, responded to the command that was hidden in the words. "Maybe dey come for talk?" His body however, ignored the actions of the brain, and it ordered the body to continue walking, towards the town. The body had just one goal. To be kept intact. And to accomplish this, it needed somewhere to hide. In order to speed up, his arms took his shovel handle from his pack, and used it as a crutch. By releasing weight from his limb leg, he picked up the pace. Maybe in this town there was people that wouldn't make him walk for hours. |
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Banjo Pennington SPECIAL: 8, 7, 9, 5, 2, 4, 5 Level: 1 Bucket Town Reputation: 0 Traits: Heavy Handed, Bruiser Equipment Weaponry: Baseball Bat, Home Made Shotgun. (Poor), Cheap stun grenades (x1) Armor: Tattered Jumpsuit Looks Caucasian 5'5, big and brawny. Walks with a limp. Short brown hair. Brown eyes and a cleanshaven face. Tattered jumpsuit. | |
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| Munk | Oct 14 2010, 06:22 AM Post #8 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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Tack saw the chinaman make a run from the girl's side and back to the group. It wasn't an easy run over the terrain, considering and he didn't pant much. A good worker; could probably be used for days in the sun. Probably an effective fighter too, maybe they could brainwash him like they'd done some others. Use him like a wardog and put him on the frontlines, mind too broken and blank to know anything but kill, kill, kill. For now, however, the chinaman had important news. "Hey. The girl says that there's cover in the town below. She wants you to get down there before the men arrive." Tack wasn't sure why it was assumed the men were coming just to attack but everyone seemed to agree or at least follow and Tack did the same. In the town below were several tall, metallic objects that Tack had never seen before. Something religious, maybe, he thought. People scare so easily with superstition. The group walked on until they reached the edge of what seemed to be the surrounding factory. |
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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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| Cewebwalz | Oct 14 2010, 06:43 PM Post #9 |
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Sun shrugged at the big man's comment. "Maybe dey come for talk?" From what he was aware of, the larger of the outlanders wasn't too bright. He spoke with a sort of slow, unawareness about him that Siyu hadn't seen before. Either he had some sort of a problem speaking, or wasn't aware of himself. Sun thought to himself, as the group moved back over to the town. As they climbed the first hill, the large stone objects became clearer and clearer to Sun. He recalled of a time in his childhood, where a group of tribals from a far off village came to negotiate with the elders. How they described their homeland as "filled with great rocks, surrounding us." Although he could remember little else about their descriptions, the two places seemed eerily familiar. Soon enough, the group reached the factory. The group of three mercenaries banded together, and spoke for a short period of time. The largest of the three mercenaries approached the factory door, and began ramming at with his shoulder. The door didn't budge. Rubbing his shoulder, he looked over at Sun. "You. Break into the factory." Sun shrugged, and began to move towards the broken window closest to him. The window was 6 feet off the ground, and rather large. Nearly all of the glass had been blown away long ago. Sun put his hands on top of the window, and lifted himself up. Swinging his leg over, he landed feet first inside the factory. Empty, for the most part. The windows provided the only light with in sight. Moving towards the door, Siyu unlocked it. Opening it, he waited for the rest of the group to come inside. |
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| TjRyan | Nov 1 2010, 11:47 AM Post #10 |
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Arriving at the factory doors, Banjo went in without second thought. Maybe there was a trap. Maybe there was a large gaping hole behind it Perhaps there was a pack of rabbid ghouls behind the doors. He didn't know. Nor did his brain register the fact that there might have been danger untill he was well and fully inside. Lumbering towards one of the windows that was lower, he looked out. "Look! More people." And there were. More people were advancing from the other side aswell. |
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Banjo Pennington SPECIAL: 8, 7, 9, 5, 2, 4, 5 Level: 1 Bucket Town Reputation: 0 Traits: Heavy Handed, Bruiser Equipment Weaponry: Baseball Bat, Home Made Shotgun. (Poor), Cheap stun grenades (x1) Armor: Tattered Jumpsuit Looks Caucasian 5'5, big and brawny. Walks with a limp. Short brown hair. Brown eyes and a cleanshaven face. Tattered jumpsuit. | |
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| Cewebwalz | Nov 3 2010, 06:09 PM Post #11 |
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Sun stared out the window. More men where approaching. A whole village was after them! He glanced towards the two mercenaries from earlier, arguing off in the corner. One pointed towards the roof, while the other began to speak in a louder voice. Loud enough that Sun, some distance away, could hear well, anyway. "I'm telling you, we gotta stay on the first floor! They could have rifles, and we'd be sitting targets up on the roof!" The other man shook his head. "They don't have rifles! I didn't see any rifles! Besides, the entire place is gonna get flooded with them in a second, if we don't get to a vantage point and start shootin', the place is gonna be flooded!" The argument went back and fourth for quite some time, before the girl began to ascend the stair case. Sun glanced out the window. The others where getting closer. Closing in on the building. This wasn't good. Sun turned to the simplistic looking man next to him. "What do we do now?" |
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| TjRyan | Nov 5 2010, 05:43 AM Post #12 |
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His brain didn't register the question at first, being to busy with looking out at people that were possibly trying to kill them. Or coming for tea. Regardless, it wasn't going to be pretty. But eventually, the cells took their attention to the words spoken by the big tribal man. "We talk to them? or... or... or we could.. hit them?" Banjo wasn't sure if this answer was a good one. But it was all he had on such a short notice. His eyes wandered around the inside of the building. Mostly empty, with only 1 staircase leading up. It sure looked small. He doubted they could walk side by side on that thing. Storing this information somewhere (God knows where), he looked at the man standing besides him again. He looked capable enough in a fight. Or as a tea-server. He still hadn't figured out which was worse. |
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Banjo Pennington SPECIAL: 8, 7, 9, 5, 2, 4, 5 Level: 1 Bucket Town Reputation: 0 Traits: Heavy Handed, Bruiser Equipment Weaponry: Baseball Bat, Home Made Shotgun. (Poor), Cheap stun grenades (x1) Armor: Tattered Jumpsuit Looks Caucasian 5'5, big and brawny. Walks with a limp. Short brown hair. Brown eyes and a cleanshaven face. Tattered jumpsuit. | |
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| Zilabus | Nov 5 2010, 11:40 AM Post #13 |
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"Send out a man, if you should have any hope of survival!" An unfamiliarly rough, gurgly voice claimed from outside. "If not, we burn it down!" |
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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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| Cewebwalz | Nov 6 2010, 06:58 AM Post #14 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Sun shuddered, why did they want them outside? He turned to the two mercenaries from earlier. One of them caught his gaze. They turned around to talk again. The larger of the two said something about sending out someone. The other turned back to the group, and shouted. "Who wants to volunteer!?" Sun raised his hand. He wouldn't trust the other men with him to bargain about anything. One seemed....simple, and the other two had trouble not arguing with themselves. They'd probably anger the group sufficiently. One man whispered to the other, who nodded in turn. The larger man pointed to the door. "Yeah, go out. Negotiate for our lives. See what happens, yeah?" Sun soon moved towards the back of building, closer and closer towards the locked door. He turned around, and noticed the men had their fire arms out, ready to move towards either the windows, or the door. Sun unlocked the door. He pushed it open, and walked out. They where surrounded. |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| Munk | Nov 6 2010, 10:17 AM Post #15 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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((Yeah, breaking post order... sorry. Leaving the quest anyway. I'm sure I'll miss out on an awesome prize made completely of awesome but que sera, sera.)) Oh screw this. Not worth it. Tack figured he could get some supplies himself. He slipped quietly out of a back-door and closed it softly. |
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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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