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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 7 2010, 08:40 AM (304 Views) | |
| OvaltinePatrol | Oct 7 2010, 08:40 AM Post #1 |
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Suvarna was beginning to think she had made a mistake. Bucket Town was in worse shape than the merchant had described it, and she doubted she could catch up to her family traveling alone, not that she wanted to admit defeat already. She sat within her tent seeking shade against the tyrant-eye in the sky. Despite being inside she remained cloaked and veiled, her arms covered hands-to-elbows by dirty, white opera gloves; it was just easier to remain fully dressed in the event she had to step out. She had pitched her tent beside the wall of a ruined building to provide greater shelter against the wind. Upon the wall she had written up a small sign using charcoal. Vault educated chemist seeks investors and business partners for exciting new business venture. It was only slightly dishonest. She hadn't personally been educated in a vault, but her grandparents (or was it great-grandparents?) certainly had been, and passed down everything they learned down the generations to her. So she sat cross-legged, keeping activity down to a minimum while she waited. If this didn't work out, she could always try going to Brick. |
| Suvarna Vishnavi: Level 3. S:4 P:4 E:4 C:8 I:9 A:5 L:7. 24 y.o. female of Indian descent, usually covers up as much as possible. | |
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| Run4 | Oct 7 2010, 09:28 AM Post #2 |
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Jackal limp-stumble-walk-crawled through Bucket Town, still exhausted from the battle in the ruins. Laser burns left his left calf and tricep tight and painful, and his left shoulder, bone and muscle, ached and throbbed, courtesy of the Tall Turd Burglar's shotgun blast. He stopped to let his pained, crushed, shredded muscles relax and loosen up a little. He leaned back against the wall, letting out a long, drawn-out sigh as he slid down the wall to sit on the dirt-caked cobblestones. He coughed, spitting thick, pale, and vaguely radioactive phlegm out into the hard-packed dirt. Probably building up a little bit of mucous from the falls, beating, and of course, getting motherfucking shot. He coughed and reached into his tattered, blood-stained jacket and withdrew from the inside pocket, a beaten, but treasured pack of cigarettes. He pulled a grey, foul-smelling hand-rolled, filterless stogie from the box. The ratio of cigarettes to rollies had long-since shifted in favour of hand-rolled. The real ones, complete with tar and harmful chemicals, were reserved for special occasions. Like butchering all those Swampers with Ellis. Or the day he'd find that lanky son of a bitch he fought in the burning building, cut his head off and mount it on a spike in the middle of nowhere. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching to beg smokes off him - he was in no mood for begging tight-asses - and lit up, his old lighter sparking up admirably, despite having been in his pocket for the guts of two and a half centuries. He took a long drag, and the accompanying deep, cleansing breath as he surveyed his small patch in Bucket Town. Someone tossed a scrap of something at his feet. Jackal responded with a throaty growl that made the stranger immediately retract their gesture of pity. Good. Fuck 'em. He returned to looking around like some shell-shocked deadbeat who couldn't tell his ass from his elbow or his best friend from a Chinaman. He spotted a tent. And supposed that even if the occupants were adverse to him shacking up for a while, he was probably meaner and more heavily armed than them. Which meant they'd get un-adverse or get the fuck out very fucking quick, sir. And yes, they would call him sir. Because he'd have more guns than they had. He hawked and spat again, a thick gobbet of slime sticking to the wall of an empty house as he stormed past. He paused for thought at the sight of the writing above it. Vault trained. Chemist. Business venture. Exciting business venture, no less. Well, if nothing else, this "Chemist" - a Jet-cooker, by the look of the tent, would be a decent mugging target and no loss of sleep because they were likely fucking stimm-bakers. "Okay Jackal, let's not make assumptions." "Calling me by name, eh Liam?" "No, calling us by name." "Us?" "We're the same damn brain, you're just the insane bit." "You know, sometimes, I think we get the sociopathy from you." "As rivetting as this dialogue is, can we go the fuck in, see what the business venture is and maybe get some shuteye in there too?" "Let's rock and/or roll." Jackal eased the tent flap open, feigning scratching his back as he slid his hand under his jacket - keeping it close to his knife. "The wall mentioned a business venture. Ma'am," Jackal grunted flatly - yep, Irish charm was still there aright. |
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| The Eremity | Oct 7 2010, 09:31 AM Post #3 |
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A huge man is walking whit a MG in hands and whit a smoking a cigarette. Looking for some Slavers or money, after some time looking he enters in a ruined house, he see a tent, whit a small sign in the wall whit difficult he read it. Is saying something about business partners. “Yes! Is that what I’m looking. I can get good money whit that shit.” He throw the cigarette in the ground and walks in the tent, he see Indian descendent a girl in he’s front she is talking to a Glowing One ghoul, after some time, they stop talking and she looks for Deko, woo start saying “You are the one is looking for Business Partners? I can give you… You know, the defense, I have this MG and my little friend, this Hand Cannon right there, what you say? I’m in?” A big smile is can be seed in Deko face. |
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Deko, The Traveler. Asian Human Level 1 S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 9-4-8-6-4-4-5 Traits: Fast metabolism, Bruiser and Fast Shot Equipmet: Rusted MG, Hand Cannon and a rock Armor: Jumpsuit. Itens: Pack of Cigarettes x1 - Hide x1 - Small Hide x1 - Brahmin Hoof x1 | |
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| OvaltinePatrol | Oct 7 2010, 09:48 AM Post #4 |
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Suvarna considered herself a fortunate woman in spite of everything: situations just seemed to turn out to her advantage or failing that, leaving her no worse off then before. So when a surly looking, mummified beacon of radiation walked in her tent, her immediate response wasn't one of abject terror or disgust. She relied on karma and saw through the typical responses to a ghoul to see him for what he might be: a man with uncommon experience and rare skill. Before she could even respond to him, a gunman followed. In the absence of wind and with the blessings of providence, Suvarna flashed a radiant smile that practically shone through her veil. "Yes that is correct. I am Suvarna, I have only just arrived in Bucket Town from points further north and am looking to set up shop here. My knowledge exceeds my means however, and so I require a little help. I am in need of someone handy with the manufacture and upkeep of machinery, people who are not adverse to a spot of fighting, and general labor assistance. Before I continue, would you like to introduce yourselves?" |
| Suvarna Vishnavi: Level 3. S:4 P:4 E:4 C:8 I:9 A:5 L:7. 24 y.o. female of Indian descent, usually covers up as much as possible. | |
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| Run4 | Oct 7 2010, 10:00 AM Post #5 |
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Jackal nodded as the woman spoke. Great. More chems to keep the town junkies fat and slobbering. Jackal almost regretted ousting that Theocratic bastard, Gerade. He began to glow as his mind rewound, temporarily, painfully, to the burning shape of Reginald Shepherd. And then snapped back even further. The world burning, rising from the ashes of the bombs like some raging phoenix. Further again. Burning men. Women. Children. He rubbed his head. Fucking flashbacks almost hurt now. And came while conscious. Such were the results of getting whipped like an abused mule. Jackal cleared his head, cleared his throat and locked eyes with the woman through her veil. "Just, call me Jackal. Life story's a bit on the long side, so I'll stick with just saying I'm old, I'm experienced, and I've killed just about anything that walks, runs or crawls at this point. And I can do all that maintenance stuff - rusty though I may be," Jackal rumbled, ramping down his glow as he realised he'd lit up the tent's interior, "Oh, yeah, and I can cook a man from the inside out." |
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| The Eremity | Oct 7 2010, 10:10 AM Post #6 |
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Deko waits the Jackal say, he noted the Ghoul is having a nightmare, and finally he speaks, Deko turn your face for Suvarna and start saying: “My name is Deko, I have a long and fucked past, woo I don’t like to comment here, I just say, I lost a thing of value for me, emotional value. I’m the one who don’t have fear of any enemy, and just put a bullet in the Motherfockers head, I have no mercy and no remorse, I just kill the hostiles and complete the objective, I have good knowledge of explosives too. And that is all.” The smile of Deko isn’t more here, and he is looking cold, he holds strong the MG and bent his head. “I think, is that all you need know about me, isn’t it?” |
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Deko, The Traveler. Asian Human Level 1 S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 9-4-8-6-4-4-5 Traits: Fast metabolism, Bruiser and Fast Shot Equipmet: Rusted MG, Hand Cannon and a rock Armor: Jumpsuit. Itens: Pack of Cigarettes x1 - Hide x1 - Small Hide x1 - Brahmin Hoof x1 | |
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| OvaltinePatrol | Oct 7 2010, 10:38 AM Post #7 |
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Suvarna bit her lip as the ghoul lit up, relaxing a bit when he stopped. She was otherwise still and quiet as they introduced themselves. Deko seemed a little over-the-top, but most wasteland desperados were at least a little eccentric. Once they finished she explained herself a little more. "Agreed Deko, that should suffice. Anyways, it seems to be the case around here that people look at the brahmin as a source of leather, meat, and milk and stop there. Alive or dead, there are many more uses for brahmin. I can exploit most of these with some simple, non-electric equipment. With more sophisticated equipment more options open up." She stood up and walked out of the tent, directing them to follow her. She walked to the backside of the exterior of the tent, where she had drawn up a rough schematic on the wall, the drawing hadn't been plainly visible from the street. "This is a design for a simple, hand-operated dairy centrifuge. It's one of two things we will need to get started, do you think you could build one of those Jackal? The other things we need are wood and brahmin. This is where violence may come into play. I know of a small homestead to the northwest. The group that inhabits it is hostile and insular, they took potshots at the merchant caravan I was with before we could even offer to trade. Before we had to leave, I counted at least four brahmin. Between their hostility and my lack of things to trade, I doubt we could peacefully acquire a brahmin, so stealing them will be necessary. Rustling them under cover of darkness would be preferable I think, but if they catch on it will be a fight for certain. My vision is no restricted to mere brahmin-based products, but as I am starting from the bottom, I am a bit limited in what I can accomplish. Once we start turning a profit, I have other avenues worth pursuing. As of now, I cannot really pay you. What I propose is a profit-sharing scheme for what I can derive from the sale of brahmin-products. If you are willing to supply me with what I would need, I can also make explosives." |
| Suvarna Vishnavi: Level 3. S:4 P:4 E:4 C:8 I:9 A:5 L:7. 24 y.o. female of Indian descent, usually covers up as much as possible. | |
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| Run4 | Oct 7 2010, 10:48 AM Post #8 |
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Jackal looked at the schematic, adding a few items up in his head. Looked like a jerry-rigged piece would be the most likely option, with some looted gear and parts. "With the right kit, sure. Car batteries, jump leads, wire coat hangers, that sorta thing. Or better yet, a Microfusion Generator and a real welding plant. Wire hanger and battery welds won't hold fuck all. We'd need to use scavenged parts, right? So some scrap plating, a washing machine drum and anything it needs to be mounted on. I can jerry rig that if needs be. It can be retrofitted with a Tesla Induction Motor too, with a little ingenuity and elbow grease. And a power source and some magnets, of course," Jackal rambled, scratching his flaky chin - he felt almost human again, spouting techie babble like that. Brahmin would be bringing the violence into it. Wrangling. Jackal's face warped into a sick smile. "So we're gonna be russlin' cattle as well then, is it?" Jackal grunted, raising an eyebrow at Suvarna. |
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| The Eremity | Oct 7 2010, 11:02 AM Post #9 |
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Deko think for some time and start saying: “I and Jackal can “solve” the Brahmin problem. Obviously whit some blood being spilled” A big smile appears in Deko face “And Survana can look for the pieces during this. What you two think about it?” Deko picks a cigarette, offering one for Jackal. “And more, those farmers are probably died right now, for some thieves or something like that” He put fire in the cigarette and start smoking. |
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Deko, The Traveler. Asian Human Level 1 S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 9-4-8-6-4-4-5 Traits: Fast metabolism, Bruiser and Fast Shot Equipmet: Rusted MG, Hand Cannon and a rock Armor: Jumpsuit. Itens: Pack of Cigarettes x1 - Hide x1 - Small Hide x1 - Brahmin Hoof x1 | |
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| OvaltinePatrol | Oct 7 2010, 11:54 AM Post #10 |
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Suvarna nodded agreeably. "That could work. I would be counting on the two of you to do the fighting though, that' s not exactly 'my scene,'" she said as she began gathering her things. "It's a few hours out of town. If we were to leave in the next few minutes we would get there a little after dark." She rubbed out her "help wanted," ad on the wall and started disassembling her tent. "Get what you need and meet me on the north end of town in ten minutes. I'll lead you there." |
| Suvarna Vishnavi: Level 3. S:4 P:4 E:4 C:8 I:9 A:5 L:7. 24 y.o. female of Indian descent, usually covers up as much as possible. | |
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| OvaltinePatrol | Oct 16 2010, 08:29 AM Post #11 |
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The return trek from Sparse Shade was a disappointing affair. They had lost some of the brahmin to some illness Suvarna hadn't been able to detect when they were in their pen. She defended herself from the curious (possibly accusatory) looks from Deko and Jackal with an exasperated "Damn it, I'm a chemist, not a veterinarian." They did make it back with a single bovine and some other odds and ends which they split amongst themselves. "Jackal, please let me know what you need for the centrifuge. We will eventually need a churn as well, but that's a little further down the road. I will attend to the needs of the brahmin and look for things we can use. Things didn't go as well as I'd hope, so in lieu of profits from sales, the best I can do for you is brahmin milk." |
| Suvarna Vishnavi: Level 3. S:4 P:4 E:4 C:8 I:9 A:5 L:7. 24 y.o. female of Indian descent, usually covers up as much as possible. | |
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