Futuristic Hunt for the Codex - A future western RP - Always Open!

[Throne Trinity]

Vicar Micolash

Watching from the shadows, Vicar eyes the crew of Mercs. A sick twisted smile begins to appear on his face (though no one can see it) as shouts and screams are heard from the pub. The slaughter begins!


Silently stepping out from the shadows, Vicar sneaks up behind the Hired Gun and with a single slash, attempts to behead the man (and succeeds).


[dice]20296[/dice]


Vicar:

Firearm Accuracy 3/10


Melee Weapons 9/10


Hand to Hand 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude 1/10

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[dice]20296[/dice]

 

[Doctor Jax]

I Z Z Y

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Too late did the young woman realize how deep she'd dug her hole. The reptilian man, Arashk, quickly told her their predicament, explaining their problem with some hitmen, and Izzy's smile froze on her face. The door was kicked open in the bar over their heads, and Izzy stood there, eyes almost empty of expression, the smile still stuck to her face under the mask. It looked like she'd walked in at just the right time.


"Oh. Well." was all she said.


And so, with everyone else in the room, she dove behind the tables as the door into the basement was rudely shoved open. The reptilian attempted to shoot at them with some kind of gun, but it looked like with his marksmanship, he wouldn't even be suited to shooting barns, much less people. She patted him on the shoulder as consolation.


"By the way -- I just need this mask to breathe, is all. I'm like a fish out of water without it," she said nonchalantly. Never mind that regular fish hadn't been seen in some hundred years or that some fish had largely walked out of the water in recent centuries. "Excuse me."


She removed a few book knives from a pouch at her side and stood over the reptilian, took aim, and chucked it. She'd recently learned that she could actually throw the knives as a deterrent, and they were sharp enough to stick right into skin. With the added weight of enough duct tape to stick the moon to the Earth, it had good weight and heft now too.


The knife lodged itself into a hired goon's eye, and he screamed as he went down, clutching his face and shrieking. Quickly, Izzy dropped back behind the table and rummaged for another knife.


[dice]20294[/dice]


-3 (firearm skill nerf)

 

[Fenris]

Kaine

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“A fine answer, it preserves my bullets and your health.” Kaine acknowledged, noting the numerous drawn weapons about him. With a flick of his wrist he sent the gun spinning in his grasp and guided it back to its holster in an elaborate flourish. “Glad to have you with us Izzy, a finder of things should come in handy.” His eyes never left the newcomer, taking in the details. One fearless enough to run into a room of armed mercenaries with a smile, at least he presumed as much, was certainly unusual.


Before he found the timing and muse to repeat his introduction the room above turned eerily silent. What followed was a slaughter that nearly churned Kaine's stomach, he was used to seeing violence even hearing it enacted upon others but he'd never get used to the smell. The dark crimson drops pouring from the ceiling did their part in turning his complexion a shade paler than usual. “Rotten hearted cur's..” He swore under his breath, dropping his back to the heavy conference table that was being overturned.


To Kaine's great dismay the mechanic monstrosity absorbed most of the bullets ricocheting up the stairs without slowing. Undoubtedly this was turning more troublesome by the moment. Deciding not to risk his head in the opening salvo the gambler simply cheered on his fellows as wild potshots were exchanged and the intruders made for quick cover. Noting the reflection of one of the goons, this one sporting a particularly massive and to Kaine's sensibilities rather ugly beard, pop up in a discarded shot glass he decided to push his luck.


Jumping up from behind cover the brunette loosed a quick pair of shots before ducking back down.


[dice]20297[/dice]


With a grim satisfaction he noted that the impromptu mirror now only showed a red stain against the wall where the ugly gunner had stood. Putting a third bullet into the glass, lest it be used against him he turned to the man next to him. "Got the sucker good, reckon he won't be getting back up!" Kaine paused in his elation looking at the situational ally, one who'd introduced himself as Arashk. "Also reckon you ought to keep at it. Ain't no good in letting a damn robot and his cronies stand between us and our pile of gold!" Despite his words the gambler kept his head well below the table edge, content to wait for another opportunity.

 

[Clairvoyance]

Claire

Firearm Accuracy: 5/10


Melee Weapons: 9/10


Hand to Hand: 3/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging: 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives Aptitude: 1/10

[dice]20299[/dice]


10+4=14; Success!


Not being able to reach the bounty hunters without being shot, Claire laid the mace beside her and pulled out her revolver. She wasn't the best with it, but she didn't totally suck either. She popped over the edge of the table and fired off two shots, aiming for one of the less coordinated goons.


Her bullets hit home, one opening a hole in his throat, the other burying itself in his chest. He stumbled backward for a moment before his body crumbled at the bottom most stairs, blood slowly dribbling down each step.


With a grin, she took refuge behind the giant table and looked at the others. "This is going rather nicely. Or, at least, nobody on our side is dead yet." The moment she finished her sentence, a shaky looking man in his mid-fifties who'd showed up to Teague's meeting tried shooting at the mechanical bounty hunter, and before he could duck back down one of the remaining goons took him out. "Damn.." Claire scowled, hoping she hadn't jinxed him.





(The man was an NPC, just to make that clear.)

 

[StoneWolf18]

no slide no slide

Location: Basement of Bar


Thoughts: At least this'll take my mind off of it...


Status: Excited


Tags: @All


Assets


Firearm Accuracy || 5/10


Melee Weapons || 2/10


Hand to Hand || 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging || 10/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude || 3/10

Her previous worries had soon been washed away as the hit men rushed down the stairs. The excitement Raphael felt was perfect, distracting her and most likely everyone else from the previous incident. Glancing up from behind the table and ducking down just so a bullet barely missed the top of her head, the woman popped up from behind cover and shot at one of the more disorganized looking men. The small stream of bullets flew towards him within the blink of an eye, burying themselves deep within his chest, most likely having ricochet off his rib cage and pierced his lungs. Stumbling backwards, he fell onto the floor. A harsh crack originating from his skull, a surprised expression now forever stuck upon his face as blood pooled in his mouth. Giving a satisfied grin, Raph took cover once more, awaiting for another opportunity to shoot.


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[Uncultured]

The mechanical bounty hunter withdraws two ornate revolvers from his side and takes aim at the overturned table, releasing a salvo of bullets at the group.


[dice]20300[/dice]


This roll is currently a neutral, meaning that if it hits you, it's either a graze or it hits your armor, no dodge roll is necessary.

 

[Uncultured]

Finch




"Son of a....."

"God damn it"

"Fuck this walking commode!"

Came the stream of consciousness from Finch as he picked the hot bullet out of his composite armor, his brow furrowing as the pain from his slowly bruising sternum spread through his body. With anger in his heart and his trigger finger itching, Finch swung his heavy revolver over the top of the table, firing several times at the head of the mechanical bounty hunter.

[dice]20301[/dice]

+4 = 12

Weak Success

The fifty caliber bullets smashed into the chest of the bounty hunter, causing it to stagger backwards by several steps and causing it to drop it's aim and retreat to cover. Although the bullets had done a good job of buying the group some time, Finch doubted that he had done any lasting damage to the android that now seemed to be reloading and directing the few men that remained on it's side.

"Tag it's eyes if you shoot at that fucking thing, they look unprotected by my estimation" said Finch as he crouched back underneath the cover of the table, reloading his revolver with a fresh trey of fifty cals.

(OOC)

The bounty hunter has now been tagged with two weak successes, he's been rattled by a large amount of gunfire, causing his internal circuits to start jostling about and sparking up, losing their connectivity. One strong roll will kill it, or two weak rolls as well.​

 

[Blaire Wisteria]

Arashk Pembroke

Tags: @HunterJJ

Skillset


Firearm Accuracy: 1/10


Melee Weapons: 9/10


Hand to Hand: 6/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging: 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude: 2/10
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[dice]20302[/dice]


Arashk couldn't stand being useless with a gun while everyone around him was killing everyone who stood i their way. He was reassured by two of his comrades, but that only made him feel even more useless. Suddenly bullets rang above his head and Arashk had had enough. He unsheathed his scimitar and stared at it for a minute or two before dashing out from behind cover and towards the massive robot before him. \Bullets ripped around him as he seemingly dodged all of them. Upon reaching the bounty hunter, he thrust his scimitar so hard into it that it impaled it almost instantly. Then he pulled it up and through the robot, ripping apart it's circuitry in the process. He puled his scimitar from it's sparking body and sanding over it in triumph for a moment before running back to cover.

 

[Clairvoyance]

Claire

Firearm Accuracy: 5/10


Melee Weapons: 9/10


Hand to Hand: 3/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging: 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives Aptitude: 1/10

[dice]20307[/dice]


(+4 for Melee)


Claire watched Arashk bolt over to the robot and decimate it before deciding to use his sudden attack as a distraction. She grabbed her mace and ran behind him, swinging it in an attempt to shatter the jaw of one of the tougher men.


At the last second, he moved away in an attempt to save himself. Instead of hitting his face, she smashed the mace against his shoulder, disabling his arm. With a growl, she ducked for cover before he could fill her with bullets.

 

[Throne Trinity]

Vicar Micolash

As the hired guns head topples to the floor (shortly followed) by the body, the hired goon turns around. The man is shocked and takes a step back, his mouth a gasp. With in no time at all, Vicar moves forward and plunges Blodgang deep into the mans open mouth, traveling down his throat. With a quick flick of his wrist, Vicar disembowels the man, severing his innards and tearing through his stomach and chest cavity. In a shower of blood and gore, the man falls to the dirt, where his kind belong. His body twitches slightly. With a flawless Finnish, Vicar strides inside, being extra careful not to make any noise, he strides down the stairs. Before him he sees the mangle of dead bodies and two of his coworkers dispatching some enemies. But something catches his eye. One of the previously assumed dead mercs was still alive! And e had a gun pointed at one of his colleges! This will not do! If anyone is to kill these people it will be me! Vicar swings, hoping to slit the mans throat or sever his spinal cord, but instead, due to his uncomfortabness inside, is thrown off balance and strikes the mans gun, sending it skidding out of his hands. Vicar quickly recovers, regains his balance and readies for a counter attack.


Vicar:

Firearm Accuracy 3/10


Melee Weapons 9/10


Hand to Hand 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude 1/10

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[dice]20309[/dice]

Second roll:

[dice]20310[/dice]

OOC: I'm calling the Rapier and Saber combo weapon Blodgang now​

 

[Uncultured]

Horace




Upon seeing his long time friend wrench a bullet from his vest, Horace got mad, very, very mad, the kind of mad that giants are sometimes known for, often time's when family is in danger. His mind raced with thoughts of Finch dead at the hands of some bounty hunter or hired thug, and before he could stop and think he charged out from cover towards one of the two men who still stood. The one he targeted still stood uninjured and fear swept through his eyes as the half giant put his entire momentum towards him, putting his strength into a massive hey-maker.

[dice]20311[/dice]

Horace's punch connected with frightening force. The first thing to snap was the man's jaw, followed by his neck, and as his body flew back from the impact the sound of falling teeth could be heard in the now silent room. Blood spewed from his lifeless mouth, and for a moment, Horace stood proud over his kill before being overtaken by his normal, more relaxed self. As he came to a calm state of mind he backed away and ran towards the barricade, vaulting himself over it before collapsing on his rear end, sitting in a hunched and very much depressed heap, to the dismay of Finch, who stood to pat his friend's back, to reassure him that what he had done was right.

Now only one enemy remained within the basement, an injured hired gun, now hiding behind the bar at the far end of the basement. His heavy breathing could be heard and the sounds of loading weaponry were audible as well.

"Gonna kill the all of you"

"Wasteland scum"

"I'll fucking kill you all"

He yelled from behind the bar, taunting his executioners with what would probably be his last words.​

 

[Uncultured]

Horace




Upon seeing his long time friend wrench a bullet from his vest, Horace got mad, very, very mad, the kind of mad that giants are sometimes known for, often time's when family is in danger. His mind raced with thoughts of Finch dead at the hands of some bounty hunter or hired thug, and before he could stop and think he charged out from cover towards one of the two men who still stood. The one he targeted still stood uninjured and fear swept through his eyes as the half giant put his entire momentum towards him, putting his strength into a massive hey-maker.

[dice]20311[/dice]

Horace's punch connected with frightening force. The first thing to snap was the man's jaw, followed by his neck, and as his body flew back from the impact the sound of falling teeth could be heard in the now silent room. Blood spewed from his lifeless mouth and for a moment, Horace stood proud over his kill before being overtaken by his normal, more relaxed self. As he came to a calm state of mind he backed away and ran towards the barricade, vaulting himself over it before collapsing on his rear end, sitting in a hunched and very much depressed heap, to the dismay of Finch, who stood to pat his friend's back, to reassure him that what he had done was right.

Now only one enemy remained within the basement, an injured hired gun, now hiding behind the bar at the far end of the basement. His heavy breathing could be heard and the sounds of loading weaponry were audible as well.

"Gonna kill the all of you"

"Wasteland scum"

"I'll fucking kill you all"

He yelled from behind the bar, taunting his executioners with what would probably be his last words.​

 

[Paranoid Android]

"Har har har... Why can't we just kill this motherfucker yet while he continues thinking he can scare us?"


Cowboy runs at the direction of the hired gun's hideout, unloading them at him. Though most of the bullets simply ignore the target and prefer the wall instead, 3 bullets go through his chest, and the hired gun slowly falls as he dies.


Jack spins his revolver, and blows the thin smoke coming out of its barrels.


"I assume we should be going now."

SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY. . .

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[dice]20322[/dice]

 

[Fenris]

Kaine

​

From the relative safety of his cover, relative because the mechanical bounty hunter had just torn a fair chunk out of it with his twin revolver salvo, Kaine watched his comrades pull their bladed weapons and charge into the fray. It was a rather suicidal notion to him and as such better left to those who trusted lady luck more than they should. Apparently she smiled this day and the withering gunfire turned into a sputter and then a lone man's empty threats. When even those were silenced the brunette reached for his hat which had become dislodged and rose, brushing wooden splinters from his sleeve. “I hope Teague knows clean up wasn't part of the job description.”


The once sullen bar was now a battlefield, hell most butchery's sported a smaller assortment of dead meat. It certainly spoke of a brutal efficiency that had no room for prisoners... perhaps it was better this way, the gambler didn't much enjoy the idea of torture. And torture would undoubtedly await any who had taken up arms against the influential dealer tonight. “Nice work out there, don't think they expected that. Certainly took the heap of scrap by surprise!” he congratulated Arashk and by extent Claire and Horace on their successful charge.


Still brushing his clothes with one hand Kaine kept his gun casually trained on the mechanical bounty hunters remains and approached, it payed to be careful with these things. The ornate guns had caught his attention, surely a souvenir worth a pretty penny. “What do we have here?” he muttered, bending down to pluck up one of the weapons for closer inspection.

 

[Uncultured]

Finch



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"I wouldn't" said Finch, placing his hand on Kaine's forearm to prevent him from picking up the weapon.

"I've seen one of these before..... a few years back when I was still out west, they come with a hell of a lot of booby traps built in, no telling what could be a landmine when touched by the wrong hands" said Finch, crouching down to the level of the trashed android, deeply inspecting it for any signs of identification. After a cursory inspection revealed nothing, Finch stood from the machine, looking for any sign of Horace who had

1. Disappeared from the basement

2. Was quite encyclopedia like when it came to robots

After that cursory inspection failed as well, Finch looked back to the robot, and then to the group with frustration on his face, his brow furrowing slightly before speaking.

"So..... anyone know much about robotics? Gander there's got to be a way to find out where this metallic son of a bitch came from" he said, slightly pawing at the stubble upon his face in a thoughtful manner.

Before anyone could answer, the eyes of the android suddenly came to life, extending it's hand outward towards Kaine and then towards Finch, desperately trying to choke the life from one of it's targets before it's power supply faded completely. After grasping air for a few moments in it's futile act of murderous rage, the android's arm dropped to the ground in an almost defeated manner. For several seconds the group remained silent, before the android once more came to life, breaking the silence with words of it's own.

"The Citadel will ne-ne-never st-st-stop...."

"No ma-ma-ma-matter where you g-go...."

"They wi-wi-will fi-find you...."

"And kill you all"

Came the stuttered words of the dying android, uttering it's final murderous words as it slipped into the eternal slumber. As the android died, a low hum began to build, radiating from the core of the android, slowly building in power and strength. As the sound grew, the group exchanged worried looks, and before anyone could even say the words, those with the mind to live (everyone I hope) began to rapidly move up the stairs and out the front door of the bar.

"Close one eh"

Mutters the reptilian partner of the arms dealer, now standing in front of the group he turns towards our characters with a sick smile. His nose opening wide to inhale the smell of smoke and death that now spreads from the freshly detonated bar. His eyes wide with a mixture of blood lust and pride at the success of the night.

"Can't say I'm disappointed, Teague said he hired killers, I thought he was full of it, happy to say I'm wrong" he says in his deep bass voice before turning his gaze down the road towards the edge of the city, where a massive land crawler stands. It's height is just above forty feet, four full stories for reference, and it's length is over a hundred. It's hull is decorated with countless scars and it's turrets glean in the early morning sun.​

TIME SKIP




You are now aboard the Margie, a Titan class land crawler capable of hauling thousands of pounds and over a hundred people if need be. You've been on the ship for about ten hours now, and Redwood is approaching soon. Many people gather in the common room at the heart of the ship to swap stories, talk the day's news, listen to music or play ancient movies on an old flat screen television set.

Others are more loner-like, or more business minded, spending time in their quarters or within the cargo bay/armory, sharpening knives or cleaning their guns, or hell, even both. Redwood is on the horizon, but for now the ship is home.​

 

[Paranoid Android]

A black man walked towards an old fella with paper sheets on his clothes, probably there to cover ripped out clothing. The black man draws a revolver, and shoots the other in the chest. He looks at the bleeding paper sheet, while another man gets up and two other black people look down from a window.


"I like the day you die, boy."


The old man falls flat on the ground. Dead. The other man, drawing his gun clumsily, says:


"You damn son of a bitch..."


He fails to grab his revolver, as he tries to not let it fall, and the black male gets a whip from the ground, used to beat slaves, like the one he was before. He repeatedly strikes his old master with the weapon, and the screen goes black.


"Goddamnit, old technology is awful."


Not only Cowboy had to watch Django Unchained with terrible image and sound due to the strange disk's age, but it suddenly stopped working, and the movie had barely started. Jack tried to make it work again, but nothing happened. After a few minutes, he gave up, and left the quarters to roam around the ship.


He approached a man. After observing the man for a few seconds, he realized it was the one with the plague doctor mask back in the bar. The design of the mask was very appealing to Jackson, and he began to talk with the man for that simple of a reason.


"I haven't talked with anyone here yet really. Who would you be, young man? How do they call you?"


@Throne Trinity

SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY. . .

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[Throne Trinity]

Vicar Micolash

Vicar was enjoying himself in the lounge. Not because of the people in the room but because there was a fantastic music system. He had already looked through most of the records. There were only a few records on the ship that Vicar hadn't already listened to a thousand times, but he eventually came across one that interested him. The artists were "The Greyboy All Stars", a fusion jazz group from 1990-2013. Vicar puts on the record as he inspects his blades. As he begins to whistle along with the music track, a man approaches him. The minute the man starts to speak, Vicar stands up from his seat and flicks his blades back into their holsters. He turns away from the man, grabs the record player and walks back to his room. Once he arrives in his room he continues to whistle to himself and listen to the music all the while examining the integrity of the blades.


@Paranoid Android


Vicar:

Firearm Accuracy 3/10


Melee Weapons 9/10


Hand to Hand 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude 1/10

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[Paranoid Android]

"Bah. That's why I work alone."


Space Cowboy walks across the lounge, and sits on the floor, in a corner. He grabs his revolvers, and rubs his hand on them, making the weapons as shiny as possible. He sees a rectangular object with a black screen tossed around on a table, and goes to check it. He turns it on, and after pressing a few random stuff he had no idea of, a loud music started playing. Scared, Jack immediately turned off the thing, and made sure to remind to never listen to anything made my Magic! anymore. Rude was bad enough.

SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY. . .

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[UnknownSection]

no slide

Arlo Karrigan

Arlo Karrigan


Firearm Accuracy: 10


Melee Weapons: 2


Hand to Hand: 1


Defense/Agility/Dodging:5


Mechanics/Explosives Aptitude:7

Arlo gazed expressionlessly out into the wild as he stood on the open deck. The confrontation with the assailants back in the bar had gone by so quick, and now the group was on their way to retrieving the Codex. Endless fields of wasteland flew past him, dust swirling around. He occasionally saw a few towns here and there, but other than that there was not much else. Arlo's ears perked up a little as he faintly heard some loud music playing in the lounge below, before abruptly ending. He didn't know how long this trip would take, and to be honest he was getting quite bored. It would be nice to talk to someone right now...


But you know though, this is kind of peaceful. He had not a care in the world at the moment. No matter what troubles or conflicts were laid ahead of him, this was probably one of the few moments in his life that he didn't have to worry about anything, unburdened by the stress of the authorities, living expenses and whatnot. He had financial crises from time to time, when he couldn't find good paying bounties or when he was injured to a point where he couldn't operate. With the money that he would get from completing this retrieval, he would be pretty set out for the rest of his life.


What purpose would there be in life then, having everything you want? You would have no aspiration because this cruel society is driven by money and greed as it always has been. As Arlo contemplated this, his eyes widened when he saw a couple of bandits dragging out a woman and her child from a small hut barbarously. But just as quickly as he had seen it, the land crawler continued on-wards, and the people quickly smeared into small specks at the edge of his vision. Arlo sighed as a feeling of melancholy washed over him. He propped up his chin on his palm as he put his elbow on the railing. Ah, my purpose, I remember now.

 

[Clairvoyance]

Claire

Firearm Accuracy: 5/10


Melee Weapons: 9/10


Hand to Hand: 3/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging: 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives Aptitude: 1/10

A clean, quiet room is all Claire had asked for, and for once in a very long time, she'd gotten it. The sheets were a slightly grayish-white, but weren't stained with blood or other bodily liquids...


It was small, but she didn't need much room. There was a cramped adjoining bathroom as well, so she was content with lounging around for a long while. What made her leave was the sounds of a couple having a very good time together in the room across the hall.


There wasn't much Claire was interested in on the land crawler. After a small mental debate, she decided that she might as well explore the large ship rather than just sit around. She took random turns, peeking in open doorways and observing those around her.

 

[StoneWolf18]

test

Location: Land Crawler, Cargo Hold


Thoughts: Let’s see if this works


Status: Calm


Tags: @Anyone


Assets


Firearm Accuracy || 5/10


Melee Weapons || 2/10


Hand to Hand || 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging || 10/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude || 3/10

Raphael had been alone in the cargo hold, fiddling with her various weapons. Her backpack had been thrown haphazardly onto a table, it's zipper opened so that most of its contents spilled out in a rather unorganized manner. Her dagger was resting on a sharpening stone and auto rifle in bits and pieces on a workbench. But the most important tool the mutated woman had right now was the tranquilizer in her hand as well as the few darts nearby. She wanted to learn how to create the specific combination of ingredients so it made the target actually pass out and not just trip for a few minutes. (Though she had considered selling those, drugs are hard to come by in a wasteland.)


Grinding up a mixture of herbs and adding a drop of alcohol, she carefully poured the mixture into a dart. Now all that was needed was to to test it. And because Raph highly doubted that if she walked up to someone and asked to puncture them with an experimental drug, that they would agree, she did took the only other option.


Let's try a possibly deadly, unknown substance on myself so I can’t be blamed with the death of one of Teague’s pets.


Taking the needle like object, she rolled up her sleeve a bit so her tattoo was quite visible before stabbing it into her arm without a second thought.


Now, if she’d ever had a bad idea, this would’ve been one of the worst.


As soon as the mixture entered her bloodstream, shit hit the fan. Her vision blurred around the edges and became distorted. Warping in ways that should’ve been possible. Raphael’s breath increased to an incredible speed, making any onlookers believe that she was going to hyperventilate. That was before she couldn’t take in oxygen all together. The concoction throwing her balance off, the woman stumbled and fell backwards, knocking a few objects with her the clattering sure to alert anyone who happened to be nearby. Raph’s lungs felt as if they were being ripped from her chest, eyes popping out of their sockets, muscles spasming. It took only 3 minutes for the effects to subside, though it felt like years until the mixture released its grip.


Laying her head back on the less than clean floor of the car she was in, Raphael removed the dart that was in her arm. She was coated in sweat and looked quite off. Yet this was the only thing that she muttered.


“Fucking...now I have to try again...”

 

[Doctor Jax]

I Z Z Y

Firearm Accuracy: 2/10


Melee Weapons: 9/10


Hand to Hand: 4/10


Defense/Agility/Dodge: 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives: 4/10

Isidora typically woke up late. She was a night owl by nature, perhaps the effect of her sensitive eyes. Never the less, she woke up unseasonably early to the rock and roll of the crawler. She sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing what parts of her face were visible, already squinting at the wan light that was filtering in underneath her door. The room was almost pitch black, at least to the typical passenger, but to Izzy, it bordered on daylight. With a yawn and a stretch, she snatched a pair of attachable sunglasses for her mask off the bedside table, got dressed, and contemplated the night before.


She had mortally wounded a man. She took no joy in the fact, and while she knew better than to worry over it, she still found the thought unsettling. She had seen so much pain already in the wasteland, and it niggled at her that she had added to it. Yet, he had shot first, and that was that.


She left her abode fully dressed, and she almost skipped her way around the landcrawler, surveying the people who partook passage across the wastes. Finally, she found herself out on the deck, the land that had once been America careening by in a blur of brown and red and green. The Asian man was on the deck as well, looking at the landscape as well, and she took up a spot by him on the deck to look at the passing landscape.


"This used to be called the "American Midwest" back in the day. It was nothing but rolling wheat fields and houses. Most of the middle class farmers in America used to live here. It's pretty, isn't it?" Izzy said, looking out at the cratered, wrecked landscape. "While I like farmland, this place has its own character."


Looking to the short man, she smiled -- though the effect was lost behind her sunglasses and mask -- and stuck out a hand in greeting.


"I'm Izzy, Izzy Britten. I was the one who almost got turned to Swiss cheese," she said brightly.


@UnknownSection

 

[UnknownSection]

no slide

Arlo Karrigan

Arlo Karrigan


Firearm Accuracy: 10


Melee Weapons: 2


Hand to Hand: 1


Defense/Agility/Dodging:5


Mechanics/Explosives Aptitude:7

Arlo's aura of tranquility was interrupted as he heard footsteps behind him. He craned his neck to turn around, revealing a woman with a gas mask approaching him. She leans on the railing beside him, staring out into the landscape. Arlo looked at the woman silently as she gave him a brief history lesson of the area they were currently in. He met his eyes with hers as she extended her hand introduced herself. He shook it before giving her his own name. "You can call me Arlo. It's a pleasure to be acquainted with you, Izzy." His words were hollow, as if he was currently in a trance. He flashed a small smile nonetheless.


His eyes shifted over to look back at the surrounding scenery. "Pretty? Eh, I wouldn't exactly call it that. At the same time, it's not unpleasant either," he said nonchalantly. A sudden gust of wind came up, making Arlo's hair fly in all directions. He shielded his eyes from the obnoxious dust as it subsided. He quickly rearranged his hair once more to its original look. Taking a closer inspection of the woman's appearance, he realized that he didn't even bother to ask why she wore a gas mask when there were no toxic fumes present whatsoever. "So what's up with that gas mask?" he inquired, "I'm assuming it's just a fashion statement, but what do I know."

 

[Fenris]

Kaine

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Kaine sat at a long oak table, the once polished wood now dull with age and edges frayed with neglect. His hands shuffled a deck of cards with practiced ease, paying no attention to the task while the brunettes sullen gaze reached across the room. A large screen illuminating the corner with occasional flickers of color, much to the delight of the other occupants of the common room.


The reason for his ire was not in any way connected to the movie or even the massive land crawler 'Margie'. No it was due to a a perceived debt to a certain Finch, the man who had warned him just in the nick of time. The gambler sighed, he didn't like debts; not one bit.


That thrice darned bounty hunter had not only trapped his own guns, but his entire body had been a bomb. “Nothing worse than a sore loser...” Kaine muttered, still feeling cheated at being unable to recover any spoils from their last conflict. He was just pulling a card from the deck when a familiar head appeared in the door frame. “Why if it isn't the fearless mace wielder. Practicing caution and restraint for a change?” The edge of his mouth rose in the weak attempt at a mirthful grin.

 

[Blaire Wisteria]

Arashk Pembroke

Tags:

Skillset


Firearm Accuracy: 1/10


Melee Weapons: 9/10


Hand to Hand: 6/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging: 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude: 2/10
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Arashk wandered around the massive land crawler not sure where to go or what to do, he ended up just going to his room. When he got to his room he realized that it was a mess and he spent around an hour cleaning it up and making it look nice. Once he was done, he decided to sit down at the desk in the corner and write in hiss journal for a little while.