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| For Honour And Glory; Frank's Crusade against Jesse continues | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 30 2010, 12:02 PM (253 Views) | |
| Golgotha | Oct 30 2010, 12:02 PM Post #1 |
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I could live in a hole
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The gentle trickling noise of a slowly flowing river pricked Frank's ears as he carefully made his way over the old bridge, below him was a torrent of sickly grey water and a few traders punted their way along the liquid with no vigour or purpose. It was, to be fair a nice day. Frank took a moment to examine his surroundings, the sturdy steel girder bridge protruded up from stable concrete bases that had warn slightly after years of water ebbing away, nevertheless, the hulking metal caterpillar was excellent testament to well, foreign engineering. Bucket-Town was far away from this secluded area, in fact, at least a weeks walk away, the traders where odd and not familiar and the tranquillity of the place was stunningly surreal. Frank made his way down the bridge only to find a stranger at the other end, he couldn't make the man out so he called to him, "Lo, who goes?" The hooded man arched his back, looked at his tattered vault insignia and unslung his rifle, it couldn't be? |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| Cewebwalz | Oct 30 2010, 08:19 PM Post #2 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Jesse, crouched on top of a sand dune, overlooked the bridge, debating to himself whether or not it was safe to cross. The only stable bridge he had seen in the last year of his life was Unities. And that had a war going on next to it for as long as anyone could remember. And this seemed to be taking the unity bridge's place. Out of luck, or some other cause, the bridge remained stable. It was in excellent condition, and Jesse was surprised a group of Neo-Patriots or Texas Rangers hadn't already taken the bridge for themselves. The sound of running water could be heard before the bridge was even in sight. A river probably ran under it. Jesse stood up, moving closer towards the bridge and away from the sand dune. He unbuckled his jacket as he did so, if he ended up falling through the bridge, he wanted to be able to lessen the amount of weight on him as soon as possible. He then noticed the stranger standing on the opposite side of the bridge, staring idly at him. The stranger's hands moved towards his rifle. The fuck did this guy think he was doing? Jesse's hand's moved faster, though. They went inside his jacket, grasping for his flashbang. He withdrew the device, and casually tossed it towards the stranger, and then dived towards the floor. As he dived, it hit him. That was motherfucking Frank, wasn't it? |
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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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| Golgotha | Oct 31 2010, 03:21 AM Post #3 |
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I could live in a hole
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Frank stopped calling and he clenched his jaw tight enough for it to hurt, the tranquillity and calm of the area dimmed somewhat and grey quickly replaced the technicolour. He hadn't noticed the small package being lobbed at him until too late, it rolled about four feet from Frank and he looked down praying it wasn't a grenade. He turned as if to run but, at 90 degrees in, the flash went of, pounding light into his brain. The hooded man shielded his eyes and staggered around, all he could think about was the shock of the attack but something deep inside, tucked away, probably instinct, told him to find cover and make the best of it. Frank had little idea of how long the flash bang's effects would last so he clutched his rifle, set down behind a cluster of rocks and fired off a shot in Jesse's general direction, at least it would maybe stop him from advancing too quickly. "I'm gonna make you regret makin' me look like a fool you...you" Frank searched for a suitable replacement of the noun and landed upon something he didn't understand but something that Ellis had called Jesse way back, "You nigger!" |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| Cewebwalz | Oct 31 2010, 10:04 AM Post #4 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(Coming directly from the Weapons thread, the effects of a tier one stun grenade/flashbang. Stun grenade: BOOM! It's not directly damaging... but making someone blind and deaf for a good 30 seconds gives the thrower a bit of time to line up a killing blow. I got thirty seconds on you.) Jesse stood up, grasping another flashbang from beneath his jacket, and started to move. A shot was fired off, the poor bastard was stumbling around, blinded. He tossed his last flashbang, covering his eye's with his left arm. He heard the all too familiar flash, and his ears where ringing. Pounded his feet against the ground, moving towards Browning. His hand's moved inside of his jacket, this time pulling out a cocktail. Frank was moving towards what little cover he had. Jesse whipped the vodka bottle at him, moving closer by the second. His right hand grasped his ten millimeter pistol, forcefully removing it from the holster. Jesse moved faster and faster, bounding down the bridge. He pressed down on the trigger, firing shot after shot. He emptied out half his clip near Frank, before he finally crossed the bridge. His feet moved towards Frank's cover, firing round after round of pistol ammunition as he did so. |
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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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| Golgotha | Oct 31 2010, 10:24 AM Post #5 |
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I could live in a hole
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Frank stumbled, fell, picked himself up and then dragged his rifle into his legs, the rocks where adequate cover at best, he felt his left eye clearing up, a blurred image of his surroundings replaced white light, he was lucky in that respect because he had just enough time to see a silhouette make a launching motion before revealing a gun, then another flash, the canister actually dropped just ahead of Frank, on top of the rocks, the bang ruptured through his body and caught him unaware. He screamed out and clutched at his eyes, dragging his hood in front of his face, bullets whizzed past, at least, Frank thought they where bullets, even above the ringing a gun shot was audible and the whizzing were probably bullets. Frank knew from experience that if Jesse got close, the battle would be over, but in his state, Frank could not work out a suitable counter. He wondered vaguely if there was remorse or forgiveness or some form of pity with his aggressor. He clutched his face and hoisted himself up on his rifle, firing off a shot from the direction of the noise but two bullets riddled his right arm (his radial capitulum to be precise) then it hit him, a scourge of flames, the molotov smacked his same arm and combusted instantly, the blast of heat began to lick at his arm and face and he tried to take of his hood but it snagged so he ripped it and dropped it to the floor leaving his chest covered just by a piece of well worn leather armour. Frank sank back down nursing his arm it was suitably burned as was some of his face. Maybe it was over, it had been a short showdown and means of intervention where distant and blurred. Frank fired off two more shots but he knew they just reeled off straight into the air, he tried to reload the bolt action but his strength was evaporating so he grabbed his magneto pistol and felt for the familiar carving it had on it, alas, it wasn't his prized revolver like he instinctively expected. He tried to formulate a sentence but it blurted and stammered it's way like a dribble of wording - "Stop - fghrrr ack," was all that made it's way out. His face ripped into a seizure of pain and his arm followed suit, he writhed around still in the cover, but gave up and crawled into the open before sagging down and curling up, his breathing was heavy but there was still a chance of survival, the burns could be medicated however, the angry black man ahead of him was no fixable injury. Frank held up his arm trying to make the sign of peace but it looked like he was just swearing...damn. |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| Cewebwalz | Oct 31 2010, 11:08 AM Post #6 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Jesse slowed down his movements, firing his two remaining shots at the piece of cover Frank was hiding behind. No need to rush now. He was as good as dead, anyway. He let the first ten millimeter magazine drop, and slammed a new one in. The bright light coming from around Frank's cover had stopped. Browning had managed to get the burns off of him. Slowly, Jesse approached the little cover Frank had left, firearm raised, hammer cocked back. What suprised him though, was the man sliding out of cover, rifle in his hand's. Jesse didn't wait to see if he moved, or even if he was still alive. He began to fire shot after shot at Frank, each time taking aim for a short second before letting the bullet fly. Bang. Bang. Bang. He continued this pattern of fire, until he was out of ammunition. It was overkill, and it was a waste. But fuck, better safe then sorry. Jesse put his pistol back into it's holster, moving closer to Frank. Step by step, until he came right next to the body. He shrugged to himself, looking over Frank. Motherfucker was in bad shape. He was wondering whether or not he should take the time to dig him a grave. |
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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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| Golgotha | Oct 31 2010, 11:21 AM Post #7 |
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I could live in a hole
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Frank felt bullet after bullet launch into his dying body, his motions slowed and a smile crept across his face, he looked up at Jesse and blood dribbled out of his mouth. Frank tightened his grip on his rifle and jammed the rifle up before, in one last great feat of strength, he knocked it over the edge of the bridge Ain't life a bitch. A massive vault door began to take over Frank's view, it's wheel opened slowly and a white light began to emit from it. Frank blinked and cleared his throat of the blood, he wasn't quite done just yet. "Jesse...Tami...find her...tell her I'm...y'know, tell her I tried to keep that pistol..." His smiled faded but when he blinked again the door was back and fully open, a man with a beard was staring at him through the light and Frank breathed and closed his eyes, wherever he was going, it was better than Texas. EDIT: I'ma coming back Jesse, you'll see one last time, but I won't be human! |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| Cewebwalz | Nov 1 2010, 01:36 PM Post #8 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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"Jesse...Tami...find her...tell her I'm...y'know, tell her I tried to keep that pistol..." Jesse raised his ten millimeter pistol, and a fresh round slid into Frank's forehead. He didn't know who Tami was. But if he ran into one for some odd reason, he'd certainly tell her that Frank had sent her his regards, before his untimely end. Jesse began to move the body, out of the way from the remains of the road to the bridge, and closer to the water. Jesse looked down at the river below. The traders passed by idly, once more returning to their own business. Dumping the body into the river was in no way a valid solution. Well, it was, but Jesse preferred far more clean methods of burial. He himself had been scared far to many times by corpses left in places that they should by no means be. Like hell he was gonna dump another corpse in some ditch. He'd done that far too many times, for no reason other then unwillingness to dig a proper hole. |
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