The Capital Wasteland: A Struggle for Survival

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The Capital Wasteland: A Struggle for Survival; A Fallout 3/post-nuclear-apocalypse RP
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Ricochet	Nov 30 2009, 12:27 PM Post #31
Angel Island Act 1 Posts: 43 Group: E Rank Adventurer Member #10,446 Joined: October 29, 2009	Ricochet watched the entire interplay with disinterest, only perking up at the mention of Tenpenance Tower and caps for grab, but as he stood to leave someone tossed him a question. Instead of running out he decided to sit back down and talk to the guy, who looked military. At least, he was wearing some kind of combat armour, emblazoned with a weird symbol that could mean anything. At least he wasn't a Raider. "It all started when I was born," he answered, "and went downhill from there. What are you supposed to be?"



RabidChoco	Nov 30 2009, 12:52 PM Post #32
Sandopolis Act 2 Posts: 2,402 Group: S Rank Hero Member #6,608 Joined: March 11, 2008 Gender: Male Country: Belgium 3DS Friend Code: 1521-5016-9168 Steam ID: RabidChoco Game Currently Playing: Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth	"I'm just another scavenger," Darrin said. "I've cobbled together some makeshift weaponry that's kind of impressive, if I do say so myself. Just that someone's taken a hit out on me with the Talon Company mercs because of my work. Those guys are probably the meanest mercs I've ever had to meet, but a railroad spike between the eyes makes a convincing argument." He downed his shot of whiskey. "I'm pretty sure I've got my armor better than they keep theirs by now, though."
	Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.


Rhapsody~	Nov 30 2009, 01:10 PM Post #33
Get lost in the... wait do I HAVE to change it?! D: Posts: 651 Group: S Rank Knight Member #10,242 Joined: August 13, 2009	Alex scowled and chased after Ignatio. Who the hell does he think he is...? He caught up and clapped a hand on his shoulder, turning him around to look Alex in the eyes. "Hey, buddy, what the hell's your problem?" [Argh short post >_____<]
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Ricochet	Nov 30 2009, 01:15 PM Post #34
Angel Island Act 1 Posts: 43 Group: E Rank Adventurer Member #10,446 Joined: October 29, 2009	Talon company? Mercenaries? What had this guy been up to that drew such attention? Ricochet was almost convinced to turn around and leave the saloon, but stayed. If he was as widely travelled as he was apparently notorious, this guy might be useful. Considering Ricochet had never been all that far from Dave before his exile, the Capital Wasteland was a confusing and dangerous place for him. Perhaps travelling with a seasoned veteran would improve his chances of survival. "Where's Tenpenance Tower?" he asked.



RabidChoco	Nov 30 2009, 01:36 PM Post #35
Sandopolis Act 2 Posts: 2,402 Group: S Rank Hero Member #6,608 Joined: March 11, 2008 Gender: Male Country: Belgium 3DS Friend Code: 1521-5016-9168 Steam ID: RabidChoco Game Currently Playing: Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth	"Tenpenny Tower? Way out southwest of here," Darrin said. "Some old building restored by some snooty fella into a little town of its own. Haven't been out that way myself, I've kept to the ruins just off the Potomac, and the Old Mall, too. Maybe heading out there'll be a nice change of pace for me." Might also help me shake of the Talons, too.
	Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.


Ricochet	Nov 30 2009, 01:44 PM Post #36
Angel Island Act 1 Posts: 43 Group: E Rank Adventurer Member #10,446 Joined: October 29, 2009	Ricochet leaned forward eagerly. "Then you'd consider joining me? I heard two guys saying there were opportunities out that way, and two guns are better than one, right? Plus, I'm quite handy when it comes to recon work and quiet killing. I'm light on my feet and quite strong for my size." He glanced around after speaking, worried that others might have heard his earnest words, but none of the others in the room were lucid enough or conscious to take much note of him. Already he was running through plans. He'd go to Moira... a shopkeeper that sold weapons, apparently... and buy what he could and steal the rest, if she had anything useful. Hopefully he wouldn't have to hurt her. "Well?"



Deleted User	Nov 30 2009, 02:02 PM Post #37
Deleted User	Ignatio briefly raised a fist, ready to punch the kid out for getting in his way. "You wanna know my problem?" He asked in an usually cheerful voice, grinning. "My problem is, I'm headed somewhere, right now, and you're holding up my progress." Abruptly his grin became a hard frown, and he removed his helmet, clearly showing his skin deformities. "I've been through Hell and back a dozen times, kid." He hissed. "And lets just say, my time isn't something you want to be wasting. So unless you plan on hiring me as a Mercenary or something, I suggest you let me go about my business, lest you find yourself on the wrong end of a sniper rifle at point blank." He placed the hollowed out eyebot back on his head, and sounding cheerful once more, said, "Got all that?"
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Rhapsody~	Nov 30 2009, 02:22 PM Post #38
Get lost in the... wait do I HAVE to change it?! D: Posts: 651 Group: S Rank Knight Member #10,242 Joined: August 13, 2009	Alex flinched at the sight of his deformities, but hid his shock. Every day the Wasteland gave him a new reason to be happy for what he was, and here was another perfect example. He didn't have god-awful scars, or such a crappy attitude. "Look, I don't know why you have such a bad attitude," Alex growled, "and I don't give a mole rat's ass about your field trips to 'hell.'" Alex spotted his sniper rifle and stifled a laugh. God, any idiot can use a sniper ... oh wait, any idiot can use a shotgun. He looked back to Ignatio and bit his lower lip in contempt. "I'd be careful who I push around in this town." Alex walked away quickly, anxious to get to Tenpenny Tower before any other Wastelanders found out about the situation. The doors slid open before him and he jogged around the settlement, urgently headed south-west.
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RabidChoco	Nov 30 2009, 02:39 PM Post #39
Sandopolis Act 2 Posts: 2,402 Group: S Rank Hero Member #6,608 Joined: March 11, 2008 Gender: Male Country: Belgium 3DS Friend Code: 1521-5016-9168 Steam ID: RabidChoco Game Currently Playing: Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth	"Sounds like a fair deal. It gets pretty eerie out there on one's own, even in broad daylight," Darrin said. "The name's Darrin Maxwell," he introduced himself, extending a hand.
	Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.


Ricochet	Dec 1 2009, 02:49 AM Post #40
Angel Island Act 1 Posts: 43 Group: E Rank Adventurer Member #10,446 Joined: October 29, 2009	He shook the proferred hand. "Ricochet." The bar was starting to become busy. He wondered at that. Dave had no bars. Dave had no drunks, except the wanderers that occasionally passed through, and even then their habits were discouraged for the duration of their stay. So it was a strange sensation to see people going in to drink at such an early hour of the day. Out in the fresh air he tried to get his bearings and began walking. Ricochet got lost in Megaton, confused by the various ramps and levels. He stopped to ask directions from a passerby. "Go away. I don't want any trouble." "Screw you, then," Ricochet cursed. Why was every damn person in this town so on edge? Eventually he found his way to Moira's by luck, entering her shop with few caps and a ready knife. He was prepared for anything except what actually happened: a red-headed chatterbomb seemed to leap out from behind a counter, armed with a broom, and gesticulated at him wildly. Seconds ago he'd been fingering the hilt of his knife but now, confronted by the assault that was Moira, he took a step back, his hands falling to his sides, and gaped at her. She was a tall woman with cherry-red hair and an earnest face. "Uhm. What?" he asked, when she fell silent at last. Moira grinned at him. "I said hello. You know, 'hello'? Standard form of greeting in these parts for, oh, round about five hundred years now? You're a curious looking guy, where are you from? It's quite obvious you've suffered from a lot of radiation exposure. Maybe you could have used my rad-cure I'm working on, or maybe even some Rad-X or RadAway, though of course-" "Uhm. Excuse me?" Moira stopped gabbling. Now that he was at the centre of her attention he felt disconcerted, oddly, as if under a microscope. "Yes?" she said. "I'm here to buy ammo," he told her. "Five point fix six millimetre rounds, twelve gauge shells." "Okeydokey," she trilled. "Anything else? I've got a brand new rail rifle in stock. Or how's about a Nuka Grenade or six?" He didn't know what a rail rifle was. "No, thanks. How much?" "Two hundred caps." "I... uhm... don't have that much," he said. He sensed someone move behind him and turned to see a large, brutish-looking man leaning against the wall, a hat pulled down to shade his eyes. A Chinese Assault Rifle was slung over his back. Ricochet reckoned he could take the guy: stick him in the heart before he had that rifle halfway to his shoulder, but he felt oddly unprepared to do so, without even the urge. "Uhm," he said. "You know," Moira said cheerily. "You could always work for this stuff." "Work?" "Yeah," she went on, her voice rising a pitch. "Another word that's been in use for roughly half a millennia in these parts. The thing is, I'm writing this book. A survival guide. What do you think? Something like that'd be pretty useful, huh?" "I guess." Ricochet admitted. "What would I have to do?" "Research!" Ricochet listened. Almost forty minutes later he left Craterside Supply with plenty of ammunition for his assault rifle and shotgun and in exchange Moira had his word that he'd do his best to work on the Wasteland Survival Guide. Normally he'd walk out and never give it another thought but the odd feeling of dislocation was still in him, throwing off his thoughts. He returned to Moriarty's, stepped inside, and scanned the room for Darrin.



RabidChoco	Dec 1 2009, 09:57 AM Post #41
Sandopolis Act 2 Posts: 2,402 Group: S Rank Hero Member #6,608 Joined: March 11, 2008 Gender: Male Country: Belgium 3DS Friend Code: 1521-5016-9168 Steam ID: RabidChoco Game Currently Playing: Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth	Darrin was to be found speaking with a man in a secluded armchair sporting a fedora, pinstripe suit, and tinted spectacles. The conversation was mostly indistinct before Darrin said to the stranger, "You're joking, right?" "I assure you," replied the man, "I am most serious." "Yeah, and I'm sure you'd think the same about Rivet if your boss's building were a few miles to the east." Darrin drew his pistol and shot the stranger in the shoulder. "That's an offer I can't excuse." Several of the patrons shot Darrin a withering glare, as did Moriarty who had witnessed it behind the bar. The bar owner said, accented voice dripping acid, "Get out of my bar." Darrin glared back but said nothing, heading out the door past Ricochet. "We're out of here," Darrin said to him quietly as he went out the door. Edited by RabidChoco, Dec 2 2009, 08:24 AM.
	Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.


Deleted User	Dec 1 2009, 02:03 PM Post #42
Deleted User	Ignatio pursued as Alex ran off. He had to make it to Tenpenny Tower before the kid. Suddenly, he heard the familiar sound of a helicopter. His Vertibird! He ran back to the house, to see Richard and Virgil disembarking, and through the windows he could see Richard's dog Garm barking excitedly inside. "There you are." Grunted Richard. "You sell the junk?" "Yeah." Panted Ignatio. "What're you doing back?" "We need to head off to the north. We met up with the Brotherhood on the mission, they said they wanted us to check out some sort of Mutant activity up north. Figured we'd stop by and check up on you." Ignatio grinned. "Up north, eh? Think you guys can give me a lift to Tenpenny Tower?" Richard paused. "...We can take you about halfway. We need to get moving. How's that sound?" "Good enough, boss." --- Shortly afterward, the Vertibird lifted off and flew toward the southwest. Ignatio leaned out of the Vertibird as they flew overhead Alex, and shouted, "HEY KID, YOU KNOW HOW YOU SAID BE CAREFUL WHO I PUSH AROUND? SAME GOES TO YOU, I'VE GOT A FUGGIN' AIRCRAFT." He laughed and sat back down. "Friend of yours?" Richard asked. "Hell no." --- The vertibird landed somewhere between Fort Independence and The Overlook Drive-In. Ignatio hopped out. "LATER GUYS," He yelled over the roar of the Vertibirds helicopter blades. "GOOD LUCK." "WE DON'T NEED LUCK!" Boomed Richard. "AFTER ALL, WE'RE THE BEST OF THE BEST!" It lifted off, Virgil piloting, and set off northbound. Ignatio looked around, and spotted a Raider crew off in the distance, no doubt lured by the Vertibird. "Ah, christ." Muttered Ignatio. "It's always SOMETHING, isn't it?" (Hope you don't mind me using the vertibird. I justified it by putting him down relatively far from Tenpenny. Closer than he was when he was in Megaton, but still pretty far. Also, it's the last time I'll use the V-bird, I swear P:)
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Ricochet	Dec 2 2009, 12:25 PM Post #43
Angel Island Act 1 Posts: 43 Group: E Rank Adventurer Member #10,446 Joined: October 29, 2009	Ricochet turned to watch Darrin storm out of the pub. His body language was tense. He turned back, looking through the door at a group of frowning, possibly angry, faces, one among them belonging to the owner of the saloon. What the hell had happened in the last hour? He turned and jogged to catch up. "In a hurry to leave?" he asked, tossing a thumb back at the bar. "I think I've seen friendlier Super Mutants."



RabidChoco	Dec 2 2009, 02:06 PM Post #44
Sandopolis Act 2 Posts: 2,402 Group: S Rank Hero Member #6,608 Joined: March 11, 2008 Gender: Male Country: Belgium 3DS Friend Code: 1521-5016-9168 Steam ID: RabidChoco Game Currently Playing: Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth	"I remarked that a bunch of these guys looked like they've been drunk a little too often, that Moriarty's a bastard to his bartender... then the guy in the bandanna almost jumped me, and then the guy I shot wanted to pay me to blow this town up," Darrin said. "Long story short, I drank too much, then made everyone mad. I shouldn't be drunk so much when we get to the tower, and I'm still ticked at that pretentious bastard in the suit."
	Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.


Deleted User	Dec 2 2009, 03:01 PM Post #45
Deleted User	A Raider captain clad in a suit of leather armor strode up to the site where he had seen the aircraft descend. Clenched tightly in his grimy mitts was an assault rifle, loaded and ready to pepper holes in somebody. Flanking him was a female Raider clutching a Chinese Officer's Sword, and another Raider carrying another assault rifle. "Jesus, you scabs see the size of that thing?" Asked the captain. "Was HUGE. Looked sort of like one of them...eerr, whirlybirds. You know, them things that those Enclave guys are sposed to fly 'round in?" "Aw, shuddup boss." The other male Raider said with a thick 'redneck' accent, "Yew no the Enclave's just a durn myth." "Yeah? Well we just saw one of their goddamn aircraft, Joe. Not much of a myth if they EXIST." Spat the captain. "BOTH of you shut up." The female Raider interrupted. "Nobody got off the dang thing. I don't see any Enclave, do you? For all we know, that thing could've just been the heat playing tricks on us." "Yeah, I guess you're right." Muttered the captain. "Let's head back to the Ruins, guy-" Crack. Joe's arm suddenly exploded in a burst of blood and bone. He screamed in terror as his arm was reduced to merely a shoulderbone jutting out of the side of his torso. He fell to the ground, writhing in pain and bleeding. "WHAT THE F*K?!" Shouted the raider captain. "IT MUST BE THE ENCLAVE!" "No, it can't be." Stammered the girl raider, "T-there must be a logical explanation..." There was another CRACK and suddenly she went down. "SCREW THIS SHT!" The raider captain cried, starting to run, "I'M OUTTA HERE!" In the shadows of a boulder, a hand reached down and grabbed the fallen sword of the she-raider. The captain stopped running. "No." He muttered. "I'm a raider captain, dammit, and I won't run from the guys who killed my damn crew." "That's a shame." A voice said, and the captain suddenly felt his breath leave him. He looked down, his jaw dropping, as he saw a bloodied blade jutting out of his stomach. "Because you'll never get to avenge them." The captain's eyes shut forevermore. --- Ignatio pulled the dead Raider off his new sword. Maybe he'd hang on to it...it was in pretty bad shape, but hey, a melee weapon was one of the best things for a stealthy assassination. As he did, he noticed the Raider 'Joe' still moving. "Come back 'ere and fight, yoo!" He moaned, pulling himself along the ground. Ignatio frowned, then walked over and shot him in both legs. Successfully handicapping the raider, he began to walk off. "I SAID COME 'ERE AND FITE!" Roared the Raider. Ignatio blinked. "But your arm's off!" "'TIS BUT A FLESH WOUND!" Crack. The Raider's head abruptly exploded. "How's THAT for a flesh wound?" The sniper chuckled, walking off.
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