Fallout: Wild Horses (Started, Open)

[Generic NPC 22]

Cheyton's Home for Wayward Wabbits:

The Boom-Boom Bunny beamed proudly at her sister, the Rabid Rabbit of Blades, as she entered their humble abode, which was soon to be upgraded to fortress status, with the haul from the Market. Their haul, however was nothing compared to the awesomeness of the disguises that the Shadowy Hare had picked up for them. A giggle echoed in the now warm home as Mercy caught sight of the Bunny-Ball swishing around in, of all things, a Red Dress.

As much as Mercy wanted to dive into the piles and piles of clothing, more clothing than she had ever owned in her life, Tess looked at the cart of supplies that the Younger sister had brought in.

"...What did we get and what do you have planned?" The Sleepy Sis asked with a smile on her face.

"Oh nothing, Sissy. Just a bunch of Payback and some home security supplies." The Plasma Bunny responded as she displayed some of the wares.

"Vera got this idea about adding a turret to the house." Mercy said as she pulled out the Conductors, Sensor Modules, the BAR, its ammo and the Arc Pylon. Since the Twisted Hares didn't really want to draw attention to themselves by installing a massive machine gun turret to the top of the house, the Tech Rabbit picked up a little something to help disguise the machine gun on their way home.

"So, we're going to be building a turret on the roof of our house, Tess. Isn't that awesome? And I know what you're thinking. Isn't a machine that can literally shoot hundreds and hundreds rounds of lead based death going to be noticeable? Well... I've got just the thing!" Mercy said in her best used car saleswoman voice.

"TADA!" The Engineering Rabbit tada'd as she pulled out what looked like a life sized hula girl complete with a gaudy pink grass skirt, coconut bra and, strangely enough, a set of rabbit ears.

"I'm gonna make it so that the machine gun pops up from out of the skirt if someone decides to mess with us on our home turf!!" Mercy exclaimed cheerfully as she dumped the rest of the stuff in what was quickly becoming her work area.

"I also got some stuff to make disguised bombs out of." The Boomer Bunny said a little less cheerfully as she noticed the tired look on her sister's face as well as the scratches all over her leather armor.

"T-T-T-Tess? Are you okay? Are you hurt?!" The Panicked Widdle Wabbit asked as she rushed to her Eldest Sister's side, grabbing a stimpack, a Super Stimpack, some Med-X and a Doctor's bag on the way as she started freaking the F' out, the sight of the bruises and marks on Tess' arms reopening the recently healed scars of her family's death.

Clearing off the bed, Mercy helped her sister doff her armor and proceeded to check Tessa for any life threatening injuries, sighing in relief when she found none. It wasn't until the impromptu medical examination was complete that Mer-Mer realized that Tess-Tess was sound asleep.

Smiling, Mercy draped a blanket over her slumbering sister, before curling up next to her.

"Come on V. Let's get some rest. We've got a big day tomorrow."

 

[TheDoctor455]

The Rabbit Hole

Vera hovered in the air, stunned at the dress being draped all over her. ...No one's ever thought to do that before... I mean sure... there's the green ribbon, but... wow, just wow! Makes it a crime that I can't actually wear it...

Vera sighed for a moment and then realized something.

Or maybe I could wear it... in a manner of speaking.

Vera gently shrugged the dress off of her, and then scanned it with her multitool. She added it into her hologram projector's data set, and waited for it to recalibrate.

DING! it went after a few minutes.

Vera immediately tried it. She turned on her hologram projector on and...

the woman's image appeared again. Her skin and hair was just as blue as ever.... but now her dress looked exactly like the one Tessa had given Vera, right down to the vibrant red color.

"Ta-" Vera started to call out to her sisters, but then she noticed that they were asleep. She quickly shut the hologram off and whispered "Sorry! Goodnight Mer-Mer. Goodnight Tess."

Vera wished she could sleep. Wished she could snuggle up into Tessa's arms and just... let her mind fall into blissful silence and wonder as dreams rocked her subconsciousness.

Do I even have a subconscious?

Finally, Vera did the next best thing she could think of... she retracted her 'whiskers' a bit, and settled onto Tessa's lap, and pretended to sleep.

Meanwhile... the in slums...

"They've met?" Ulysses asked what passed for his new second-in-command.

"Yes!" the terrified knuckledragger said.

"Then why did you and your men venture back here?" Ulysses said, his voice perfectly level... and knife-edged, "You've done half of the work, now finish it! Go! drive them out of here!"

The knuckleheads started making their way out. Ulysses called out to them, "And make sure not to leave any lasting injuries on them! Or I'll put some in you!"

With that the knuckleheads ran out of their own hq and started chasing Markus and The Undertaker out of their turf.

 

[Ruedyn]

"One of the men that was shooting at you said the name Markus... so I could only assume that that's you."

'They don't know my name either.' Markus flashed his own smile, sweet and innocent, and even accepted her help in getting picked up. Markus had trouble holding in his laughter from her cringe, she was skilled, but Markus could see through her like everyone else. His legs felt stiff, but he easily matched her pace as they began walking.

'For now, she's a friend. Just keep her to your side or in front.'

"As for my name, it's Victoria McGee, my friends call me Vicky."

"I'll try to remember it." Markus nodded, and they continued on. He made sure to lean on her a bit, perhaps a minor exaggeration of his hunger but it was easier than trying to tough it out. She was strong, probably stronger than him. He felt that would've stung his pride if he had any.

It wasn't too long before they found the wounded one. The survivor was bleeding heavily, and wimpering to himself. Markus took out his pistol, and kept it leveled on the mans head. Luckily a startling lack of violence from this one. Perhaps too much in one day, perhaps he just didn't favor his odds. Markus sighed, and listened to the woman as she gave her diagnosis.

"Well sir, I'm sorry to say that you're not going to make it home today. As an Undertaker, I know these things. You've lost too much blood. But before you pass, is there anything you want me to pass on to your loved ones?"

An Undertaker, interesting. Couldn't tell if it was a lie, she seemed more of an assassin than much else. She was either eccentric or both, he figured, a lie seemed unlikely as there was no point to it. Other than confusing Markus. He watched intently as she wrote her message.

"You wouldn't happen to know something with a grudge against these guys and has a penchant for knives would you?"

Markus' face contorted in thought, switching between the body and the message.

[Educated] Hares are another name for rabbits, like those girls from earlier. The one who put the knife up to his throat was certainly pent up enough to do something like this. The knife also matches the wounds consistently...

[Hunter] Markus looked around further, tracks, signs of struggle, a drip of blood from someone escaping. He smiled cruelly as he slunk over. It was hard, but he could follow it for awhile. Though now he could hear the sound of others approaching. Probably more than a few, and probably not friendly.

"Yeah, follow me, I think I know a place we can go. Just keep a gun on hand, not sure if this'll get us to where to where we need to go." Markus got up, and dusted himself off. He started off after the trail of blood, quickly and waving Vicky to follow him.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Somewhere

"What part of "Reload me" don't you understand!?"

"It's not always a good idea to try and be sneaky when you stand out as much as you do. If you are an intelligent Deathclaw, you're a pretty stupid one."

Martin holstered his flare gun.

"One, you don't have enough firepower. Two, by screaming at it and firing on it you helped it hone in on us. Three, you can reload yourself."

He grabbed his revolver from Joe, and handed Joes pistol to him.

"Four. Don't Touch My Gun."

He took a few more steps away from the deathclaw's new position, before holstering his pistol and pulling his rifle from its sling. He took a bracing position as he watched the spot, waiting for movement before he tried to aim.

 

[FalloutJack]

The hills that are alive with a talking Deathclaw

For the moment, Malkos paid no heed to the insult of his intellect. They could not conceive of how good he was at stealth or planning or anything. Far beyond the designs of a normal Deathclaw, and very tricky even by his own kind's standards. However, he heard them arguing now, and it amused the still-low-to-the-ground-and-avoiding-gunfire creature. He spoke out as he reached the high-point of the hill, having gone around some rocks just out of sight to make it to the top the long way.

"Bickering humans... Too loud, too slow, and too weak to handle the likes of us. If you are so clever, why is HE the one who makes sense? Keep shooting. I know the others here will be interested."

There was a sound like stone against stone as Malkos at the top of the hill now straightened up and held a big rock over his head. Then, he did two-handed lob of the thing at Joe!

"May the best mind win!"

The Deathclaw howled. If the gunfire hadn't drawn any attention, this might. But hey, that wasn't the most immediate concern right now. What's the average air-speed velocity of a beachball-sized boulder being thrown two-handed downhill by a grown Deathclaw? I'm not sure on the math, but getting hit would be very bad.

 

[EmperorZuma]

I-25 Ambush

When Kaiden asked for another smokescreen, Jose took a glance at his squad. Seeing that none of them had anymore makeshift smoke grenades, he responded with a shake of his head. "We only had enough for the first round!"

"Not Necessarily!" Jacob could hear the pair speaking from his position by the support. "There's some pretty loose, dry dirt all around here, some good shooting should make for some good cover!" The doctor poked his laser pistol out and fired a couple of random shots, setting a bush that provided cover for a raider on fire.

Jose nodded and waved a signal at his Rangers, ordering them to aim at the dirt. They did, and the next second or two of fire was directed at the ground beneath the raiders. Some of the squad added some frag grenades for good measure. The result was a nice, thick cloud of upturned dust, but it was already fading fast.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

Flashback: Freeside

"Sonea, it worries me when you mess around with that!" Tessa's arms were draped around Sonea from behind.

"Have a little faith, I've actually found the right level. Just have to keep this measurement in mind." For once, Sonea wasn't playing with knives and instead, she was playing with something else. Part of an invented tactic previously regarded as forbidden by the duo, but they made ONE exception to that rule. Even then, the criteria for breaking that rule was extremely strict.

What Sonea considered her apparent brown-eyed "beauty" of a girlfriend perched herself on the desk with a worrying stare. "Sonea, we don't have any reason to try it out, ever again. We dominated the Kings already. They fear me after seeing me like that...not really what I was going for."

Sonea carefully set aside the item and held a hand reassuringly to her girlfriend's face. "It was controlled. We'll only have to use it in dire situations...otherwise, we steer clear of it, I promise."

"Only as a last resort...I guess that's the reason why we're called the Feral Rabbits." Tessa tried her best to sound hopeful, but she was always a terrible liar with Sonea. Which broke her heart slightly when disappointment flashed across her face.

[hr]

Bundle of Bunnies under a Black Blanket

Tessa awoke clutching her sister's arm, she was quick to release her grip since her fingers had started clawing. Touching her face ritualistically, she found the even more familiar tears had made their way down her face. Judging by the glimmer of sunlight through the space beneath the door, she reckoned that only a few hours had passed at best. She also noted a familiar ball of Rabbit resting on her lap.

So she went on a glorified power-nap and even then the memories had wormed it's way through her day's worth of thoughts and worries. Silly.

Muttering a small curse under her breath, Tessa disentangled from her sister and made the decision to take a brief shower. Alerting Vera, who had taken the adorable position on her lap, that she was fully awake with a pat on her whiskered head and a motion to the bathroom.

While undressing as soon as she was able to stand, in her usual manner, she started to speak to Vera while she was in the shower.

Glad she was concealed behind closed eyes and a steady stream of hot water. "I used to have a girlfriend, in Freeside." She figured that diving headfirst into the issue seemed best. "We grew up together, abandoned street kids, dropping in and out of gangs. I'm pretty sure you heard about The Kings, right? You were with the Van Graffs after all. Well, the Feral Rabbits dominated them last year, absorbed the gang and territory...under my command. I was the leader."

She struggled to verbalize her next sentence. "She was killed by a trigger happy NCR Rookie. You wanna know the kicker? We weren't even doing anything wrong, in fact, we were making donations to the Followers. We liberated the final batch of the Kings chem supply. We don't make use of chems in my gang...I suppose that boxes of stimpacks and more illegal chems made us look like junkies...still, s-she was shot. I-I was beaten...our donations confiscated. I should have been the one to die that day, she was the kind one."

Stopping the shower and wrapping a towel around herself, she spent a few moments to get her bearings once more. "I'm sure you noticed, it's why I cry in my sleep...I just miss her. I really really miss her."

Not one to dwell or really enjoy the more serious talks, she emerged from the shower with a change of topic. "I dunno what Mercy was freaking out about, it's one little bruise on my wrist. Otherwise I'm great...I was just damn tired."

Tessa got to work on stitching up her leather armor with a stitching kit and meticulously cleaning it off with a toothbrush. "You look beautiful in your dress, Hover Rabbit, I hope you like it."

Between waiting for her armor to dry, she switched to jotting down all the info she had discovered on the Knuckleheads on their poster-turned-drawing-board. She made mention of everything from chem lab hotspots, how to identify a Knucklehead, how she sent the first message, where the Knuckleheads are moving their influence and how to find them easily and finally Follower medical reports.

She obviously included stick-figures, flowers and rabbits in her diagrams.

"There...I'll tell you ladies about how I tangled with an actual Knucklehead earlier when Mercy wakes up. Didn't expect him to throw me, hence the bruise...anyway, I was also wondering about you sleeping, don't you have like a, standby mode or something? It can simulate sleep? I can never have enough family to cuddle with."

That last sentence managed to put a genuine smile on her face after her confession earlier.

 

[Ruedyn]

"Markus, be a dear and put your gun away, please."

Markus complied, hearing voices. He wasn't afraid of a fight, but he supposed she might not do too well with guns and swords. More a wits and words girl, really. He tucked it into it's holster, trying to flick the safety off. Of course it had been removed.

They were officers, of course, and Vicky had gone to working her charm almost immediately. Markus had to hold back a bit of bile in his mouth, but at least it wasn't him being forced to lie. He took the moment to crouch down, and check his surroundings. The blood trail was getting harder to see, though by now Markus was using the treads of her boots. She was heading towards the followers place. Sure, they were annoyingly arrogant pencil necked nerds, but at least they could hold stimulating conversation. These officers, however, could not. He only tuned back in to listen to a very interesting little comment.

"Manservant. Simon's my manservant. I need him to carry my bag for me" The Debutant interrupted before adding, "My mother told me that I should get rid of Simon and get a husband. But I just haven't found the right man yet."

'Oh, my.' Markus looked to the ground, forcing himself to blush. He slumped his shoulders a tad, and got back up, not meeting the gaze of the officers. He looked pitiable, or as much as he could.

"I'm assuming we can go now?"

"This way, m'lady." Markus bowed deeply, allowing her to take a slight lead, until the officers were out of the way. He stopped her near the Followers place, "Damn, too many boot prints to follow. Care to test your silver tongue again?" Markus found a man in a lab coat smoking, balding of hair and dull of eyes it seemed.

"I'm not that great of a liar, think you can convince him to part with some information on our Twisted Hare?" Markus looked down in what looked like shame, and smiled innocently. He didn't want her to see his abilities too much now, let her think he was a dullard and a brute. She'd never see the shot that killed her if she screwed up.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Somewhere

The deathclaw moved higher when Martin had allowed himself to get distracted, it probably wasn't the best idea in hindsight to argue now in hindsight.

"Bickering humans... Too loud, too slow, and too weak to handle the likes of us. If you are so clever, why is HE the one who makes sense? Keep shooting. I know the others here will be interested."

Definitely not a mimic. Still no time.
The deathclaw lifted a large stone over its head and lobbed it at Joe.

"May the best mind win!"

Martin was already dashing back towards Joe, it was only a few steps but he was reacting. The momentum carried him and he buttstroked Joe in the torso, knocking him on his back.

Martin pulled himself back a little more before the stone almost hit him. He looked at Joe and began trying to help him up as quickly as possible.

 

[TheDoctor455]

The Humble Bunny Bundle. Beat the average price of 20 grand caps, and you unlock the 'use' of Vera's hologram!

Vera followed Tessa as she headed for the bathroom. Vera tried very hard not to stare at Tessa's hips as they hypnotically swayed back and...

NO! Stop that! Bad Vera bad!

"I used to have a girlfriend, in Freeside." She figured that diving headfirst into the issue seemed best. "We grew up together, abandoned street kids, dropping in and out of gangs. I'm pretty sure you heard about The Kings, right? You were with the Van Graffs after all. Well, the Feral Rabbits dominated them last year, absorbed the gang and territory...under my command. I was the leader."

Vera listened quietly while Tessa told her all of this, and then when Tessa got to the Kings, Vera started remembering meeting The King. Seemed like a nice enough guy, even if his cyberdog was a complete asshole. Fuck you too, Rex.

"She was killed by a trigger happy NCR Rookie. You wanna know the kicker? We weren't even doing anything wrong, in fact, we were making donations to the Followers. We liberated the final batch of the Kings chem supply. We don't make use of chems in my gang...I suppose that boxes of stimpacks and more illegal chems made us look like junkies...still, s-she was shot. I-I was beaten...our donations confiscated. I should have been the one to die that day, she was the kind one."

That last part REALLY got Vera's attention. Forgetting any sense of propriety, she rushed into the bathroom to tell, no, to scream at Tessa not to think that way when...

"I'm sure you noticed, it's why I cry in my sleep...I just miss her. I really really miss her."

That deflated Vera somewhat, so instead, she just nuzzled Tessa's naked shoulder.

"I can relate to that, Tessa," Vera said, "The Brotherhood of Steel Paladins didn't just kill the Van Graff adults when they raided the workshop... while I was away..." Vera paused, her voice trailing off, somewhat angry, she... 'sniffed' for lack of a better word before continuing in a calmly mournful tone, "they... killed the children too. The kids hadn't done anything to deserve that. They were just... in the way I guess. They were like my brothers and sisters when I was... 'growing up' I guess you could call it. So yeah... Tessa, I can understand how you feel. I just want you to know that you don't have to go through it alone. I'm willing to hear you out on anything, no matter what you have to say, or what you need. I know I don't exactly... have shoulders, but if you need... a flying ball of metal and paint to cry on, I'm your eyebot."

That's when Vera finally noticed that Tessa was still naked, after taking a quick accidental look at Tessa's... lovely body... Vera turned away with a quick "Sorry!", and waited for Tessa to get dressed or whatever.


"You look beautiful in your dress, Hover Rabbit, I hope you like it."

Vera chanced turning around again at that, and thankfully, Tessa had a towel fully wrapped around her... lithe form by now. Vera knew exactly what to do now. She projected the updated hologram, and had it dance around and spin to really show off the new holographic dress. Then Vera had the holographic woman look Tessa right in the eye and lip-synched every word she said, "I love it! Thank you so much!"

The holgraphic woman gave Tessa a beaming smile before the projector protested its over-use and shut itself off.

"Umm... sorry about that..." Vera said, "The projector's a bit finicky... need to recalibrate it or... something."

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Twisted HQ (HareQuarters) aka The Benevolent Bunnies Society:

Do Plasma Bunnies dream of Electric Sheep?: A Dream Sequence

"[small]1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 4 - 4, where does this 4 go?[/small]" Mercy asked herself as she looked at the grid of numbers as she tapped a pencil on the page. Looking up from the Pre-War Sudoku book that Daddy had "picked up" for her, the skinny girl looked out the window.

It was raining again, which meant that Daddy would be coming in behind schedule from his latest run. Or at least that what it usually meant as the girl spotted a set of lights in the distance.

"MOOOOOOM!! DADDY'S HOME!" She called out as she quickly ran down the stairs and out the front door into the rain and finally to the spot where she would always meet her daddy when he came home from a run. The auto-gate, one of Mercy's first builds, whirred to life and quickly opened the gate for her approaching daddy's truck.

Looking behind her, Mercy saw Mom and broke out into an excited smile, her mother returning a kind smile, as she watched her daughter greet her husband.

It appeared that Daddy wasn't alone as there was another young man in the passenger seat.

"DADDY!!" Mercy yelled excitedly as she ran towards the trucks door as her father hopped out and scooped his daughter up into his arms.

As the young Rabbit hugged her father, she looked curiously at her Father's passenger. Her curiosity turned to horror as she saw the young man was covered in blood.

"Shoot them! Shoot them both! Do it! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" He screamed at her causing Mercy to shrink back in terror

[hr]

"[small]Umm... sorry about that...[/small]" Came Vera's voice from another room, "[small]The projector's a bit finicky... need to recalibrate it or... something.[/small]"

The Plasma Bunny opened her eyes slowly as she realized that she was alone in the Bunny Bed, relieved that she hadn't woken up in a panic like she used to. It appeared that Tessa and Vera were already awake and moving about the house, leaving the Sleepy Bunny to sleep like a log.

Stretching, she hauled herself up into a sitting position and looked at the house around her before hopping out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to discover her Sisters already there.

"Morning Sissies!" The Plasma Rabbit said cheerfully as she dutifully gave her Older Bunny Ball a kiss on the face plate and her Oldest Bladed Bunny a kiss on the cheek before hopping in the shower.

"OH MY GOOOOD!!!" Mercy screamed as she was hit by icy spears of ice cold water. Apparently SOMEONE had used all the hot water.

"SSOOOOOO ----- COOOOOOOOLD!!!!" The Rabbit-cicle continued as she tried to take a shower as quickly as possible, a task made near impossible by her numb fingers.

---------- A Teeth Chattering Minute Later ----------​

The Boom Boom Bunny literally leaped out of the shower as she finished washing herself as best as she could, leaving more than a bit of soap in her hair.

"S-s-s-s-s-s-o-o-o-o C-c-c-c-c-c-c-o-l-d" The Frozen Little Bunny said as she wrapped a towel around herself swearing that she was going to increase the hot water capacity in this place if it was the last thing she was going to do. It wasn't until her could feel her face again that she was ready to take on the world AND more importantly make sure that Tessa survived it.

Heading out of the bathroom, leaving a question look on both her sisters' faces, Mercy returned, this time armed with a tailor's measuring tape.

"Alright sis, we're going to be making you better armor today. Now drop that towel."

 

[RobDaBank]

I-25 Ambush

Kaiden wasted no time in making his move once was dust provided enough cover. He stood up again, and tore the door clean off the car he was hidden behind. "Aim your fire to the left" he said as he shot off to the right. He went in a large circle around the dust cloud, picking up speed before spotting his first victim. He dove through the air feet first and drop-kicked the man straight in the head and landed on his back. None if the others had noticed it seemed, so he got up and ran to the back of the next man, grabbing his head with his right hand and violently twisting it, instantly breaking the man's neck and killing him. 

He could see now that the dust was settling and that he was about to be in plain sight. He bolted for the next man, using the car door as a batering ram he sent him flying into another. The other man quickly picked himself up and aimed his weapon right at Kaiden. Kaiden darted to the left, using the car door as a shield. It was then that fate smiled on him as he found the manhole cover he had thrown earlier, still embedded in the torso of the man he had been aiming for. Grabbing it underhand he threw it toward his assailant, the back spin sending blood and guts flying all over. He ducked back behind a rock as the remaining men who had noticed him by now began firing on his position. The rest was up to Jose.

 

[TheDoctor455]

The Rabbit Hole

"Morning Mer-Mer!" Vera said cheerfully while she checked her internal powercells. Everything seemed to be at the right levels... so no need to take the day off.

After Mercy got out of her shower, Vera added, "Sorry sis, if I knew it was going to be a cold one... I probably could have heated the tank up a little..."

Vera stopped that and started rubbing the underside of Mercy's left arm to warm the Plasma Bunny up a bit.

"Alright sis, we're going to be making you better armor today. Now drop that towel."

That got Vera's attention.

O.O I... like the sound of that but... no! No no no! Bad Vera bad!

Vera left Mercy's arm alone and hovered towards the table that Mercy's plasma pistol was sitting on. Vera started running an analysis on it to check for anything that needed to be fixed or tuned up... or... any improvements that could be made.

While that process did its work, another idea came to Vera.

"You know Tess, Mer-Mer," she called out to them without looking... or peeking, "I've been thinking... that asshole might know who we are, but the authorities don't... yet. So, maybe we should come up with codenames to use when we talk with or in front of... our recruits? I was thinking... Fireball would work for me... hmm... what do you guys think?"

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

Welcome to the Raunchy Rabbit, we'll meet your every demand

"Umm... sorry about that..." Vera said, "The projector's a bit finicky... need to recalibrate it or... something."

Chuckling to herself, she laid a hand on her floating sister. "Thanks for listening, V. Keep it between us, okay? I'll tell my sister when I'm ready."

"SSOOOOOO ----- COOOOOOOOLD!!!!" Mercy's voice and chattering teeth had echoed off the bathroom's walls.

This caused Tessa to snort with laughter. Especially since SOMEONE decided to sleep in. "I'm the oldest! I get auto-dibs on everything, yo!"

Nearly done with cleaning her leather armor, she checked her pockets for any loose caps, instead she happened across a matchbook. The expensive kind. The kind that you'd get as a complimentary gift from more pricier hotels.

Tessa certainly didn't snag it. So who had she been in contact with recently?

Mercy, Vera, Knucklehead, pretty pale girl...

They did bump into one another.

Well the beautiful girl in the gorgeous clothing looked like the type with a substantial amount of caps behind her name. A name which she never had the pleasure of catching. Beautiful Bunny would be her name for now.

She had been staring at the little matchbook with a silly grin and the faintest signs of a blush. Was this an invitation?

Tessa's daydreaming had been put to an end when Mercy stood before her with an imposing tape-measure.

"Alright sis, we're going to be making you better armor today...-

"Why you gotta be hatin' on my armo-..."

"...Now drop that towel."

Tessa hesitated and contemplated refusing, she wasn't comfortable with her visible scars...but then her eye caught a glimpse of the nearby matchbook. That lead her to shrugging off the towel immediately and standing quite naked before Mercy.

"Hey, Mer-Mer..." She motioned to her sister's chest with a smirk, referencing her cold shower. "...is it a bit chilly in here, or is it just me?"

Explained previously, Tessa had little shame about her body. It wasn't a matter of confidence. It was a matter of perspective. She had spent day's sleeping in the lesser wet parts of a drain-pipe back in the day. Beauty was not on her list of priorities.

"Sorry about freaking you out earlier, I was just really tired after my fight with a Knucklehead." She smacked her forehead, since she remembered that Mercy had no idea. "Oh yeah! I went scouting on the rooftops..."

Tessa started going off about the entire fight, basically giving her sister a very enthusiastic play-by-play. She made special mention to how she snuck about on the rooftops and left a message for the man to deliver by the end of the fight.

"...then the guy I dropped off at the Followers let me keep the caps as compensation. How was your day though?"

Tessa was in a talkative mood, which suited her need to share information just fine. So she motioned to their makeshift whiteboard and continued. "I have an in with the Followers, I was thinking that whatever chems we liberate could be donated, they're good people. The Rabbit name is also something they're starting to spread around...so that gives us access to med supplies and more importantly, information."

Starting to feel the cold by now, Tessa was missing her towel.

"Anyway! Spiked Knuckles, it's their trademark weapon. They have the slums alleyways surrounded. Chem labs are grouped in the south. But I heard that there's one near a Khan bar and one somewhere in the richer areas of Cheyton...I say we do our explosive test run on the two stragglers. What do you think?" She looked down at her sister with a mischievous smile.

"There's everything you need to know on the board anyway." Tessa made a motion to her rudimentary stick-figure diagrams and notes. "Oh, do you recognize this?" Tessa pointed at the matchbook, which instantly caused her to blush, much to her dismay.

Luckily Vera distracted her in mid-fantasy. "So, maybe we should come up with codenames to use when we talk with or in front of... our recruits? I was thinking... Fireball would work for me... hmm... what do you guys think?"

"Heh, Fireball...you can look, y'know?... Good idea though! Erm...Mercy, you could be: Over charge, Vengeance (opposite of your real name) Tesla, Pew Pew or Energizer? I'm not good with codenames." She laughed a little at Pew Pew. Yet her mind wandered back to an old advertisement on a certain bunny mascot for batteries on an old holotape. "What about me? I'm partial to The Queen of Blades...kidding, kinda."

 

[TheDoctor455]

The Rabbit Hole

Vera listened intently to Tessa's exploits. She found it increasingly difficult to not turn around and stare right at the Thievius Rabbitus and hang breathlessly (literally) on her every word while staring adoringly into her eyes... as much as one can with a faceplate.

"What about me? I'm partial to The Queen of Blades...kidding, kinda."

"Sounds cool, but I think that one's taken," Vera said, "Lady of Pain maybe? No... doesn't fit you... at all, and I think that one's taken as well. Hmm..." Vera paused to think of a cool name for Tessa, "Thievius Rabbitus? No... probably not... too long... and I don't think anyone would get the joke now... hmm... how about Bugs? You know... like.. Bugs Bunny? 'Eh! What's up, Doc?' No? Umm... how about Thumper? No no... sounds like a stripper or something..."

Vera thought for a few more moments before blurting out another suggestion without realizing it at first.

"Playbunny... well... she certainly... oh crap." Vera stopped herself halfway through, having just realized that she'd said that out loud, "Um... sorry... I uh... didn't mean anything by it... umm... say... Mer-Mer... this plasma pistol of yours could do with some upgrades... and I uh... had some... ideas about... that."

Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap.

 

[Ruedyn]

Markus felt uncomfortable, he was being watched too closely. She was paranoid. And this would be fun. It'd been a while since he'd met an intelligent soul, besides Paul. But he was dead now, this one's fate was still up in the air.

'Where do your stars point, Vicky?'

"Sure, Markus. Why don't you stay right here for a moment while I work my magic."

Markus watched in interest as his cohort fixed a teddy bear, and interrogated a little girl. Perhaps locals could be useful, but Markus barely cared. What mattered, was her sowing ability. Nobody in the Wasteland kicks ass to go home to a spool and a few hours of time killing. She had medical experience, which gave credit to her being an Undertaker, as well as the black clothing. The condition of her clothes showed she cared for her appearance as well, she was one in it for appearances. Perhaps that's why she caught onto his so quickly... But did she know his personality?

Markus grinned as she came back, and told him their next move. They were getting oh so close, and the time to discover their true alignment nigh. Would Vicky simply kill them and steal the home? Would the girls turn them away? All Markus cared for was a bed, and maybe food. Maybe them as food, depending on how much they had. Markus always wanted to try cannibalism, to see how far down the road to terrible he could truly go.

"So, tell me Undertaker, how much use does silent weaponry and the skill to manipulate really come up? No judgements, I'm a mercenary here after all, simply curious." Markus grinned, innocent as could be.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Honey Bunny Hole: A Two Part Play in Sixty Nine Acts

If tales of The Bladed Bunny's exploits was causing the Blazing Bunny to become "hot under the collar" then the Boisterous Bunny's tales were causing quite the opposite effect on the Blaster Bunny as she dutifully measured and double measured her sister's body. The sister's comment on the coldness of the bathroom did little but make the youngest of the Rabbit sister blush as she realized that unlike her Curvaceous sister, Mercy was built like a 2x4.

"Mer-Mer... this plasma pistol of yours could do with some upgrades... and I uh... had some... ideas about... that." The Bouncing (Ball) Bunny said to her Bomber Bunny of a sister who was finishing up the last of the measurements on the Bearing Bunny, who brought gifts to all the good boy and girl bunnies in Bunnyland.

Looking at the Baller Bunny, the Breastless Bunny smirked for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"I was thinking about that the other day on my way here, actually. Right now, the thing only accepts standard run of the mill Energy Cells but not the Overcharge or the Maxcharge Energy Cells that I've been seeing around these parts." The Boom-boom Bunny responded to her Brainy Bunny of an Eyebot sister before turning to her Bountiful Boobies Bunny of an oldest sister.

"I've got all the measurements that I need, Tessa. But for the record, I think you should be more careful. I mean, I really don't know what I'd do if you were seriously hurt or if you got into any real trouble" The Repairing Rabbit said to her Rabid Rabbit of a sister, sounding more like a mom than a younger sister.

"As for my day, V and I went shopping, as you can see." Mercy said as she describe what she and the Repulsor Rabbit had done during the day as she headed over to the scrap pile of stuff that she had been gathering since she had started living there.

"What about Ruthless Rabbit for you, Tessa, and Robo Rabbit for V.? And I can be the Rowdy Rabbit? No, that doesn't suit me. How about Reading Rabbit? Since I love books and all?" Mercy asked her sisters, Rocker Rabbit and Wrathful Rabbit, as she started piling up a bunch of broken bits of plastic and some loose Brahmin leather, tossing the plastic bits into a heating pot.

It would take some time but the plastic would eventually melt and when it did, the interesting work could start. Until then, Murderous Mercy would start working on a Nano-Extrusion process so that she could create threads of nano-threads for Terrible Tessa's new armor. Vicious Vera was floating overhead, watching the whole process come together.

"Oh, do you recognize this?" The Heroic Hare pointed at the matchbook, which instantly caused her to blush, much to her dismay, and Headless Hare's delight.

"Actually no, sissy. I didn't know that there were any of those hotels in Cheyton. Pretty snazzy place if you ask me." The Helpful Hare said before adding, "Did some guy see you in the Markets and want to steal you away from us? Is he handsome? Is he rich? Is he dapper or dashing?"

The Hapless Hare's teasing, of course, caused the Honest Hare to blush even more and the Herding Hare to bob up and down in excitement even more.

With the plastic melted, the extrusion process could begin. Soon, the Horror Hare's new armor would be built. It would be a multiple layer of nano-weave plastic sheets sandwiched between Brahmin leather custom fitted to the measurements that the H@xx0r Hare had taken, allowing Tessa maximum protection and maximum agility.

"Oh, I came up with a design that we could use also when we start marking our territory. What to you think V.?" Mercy added as she pulled out a piece of paper and showed the ironically named Humungo Hare. The paper displayed the outline of a rabbit's head done in twisted barbwire.

 

[Ruedyn]

Markus rolled his eyes, but kept his charade of a smile on his face. Too practiced, a bit wordy. Boring answer for a boring question, she was prepared whereas Markus was thrown into the life of this woman. This woman who really had a thing for her thigh.

'Has she been coming onto me? Is this what this has been?' Markus' face contorted to his crooked frown. She was barking up the wrong tree if that were the case, he swore off women a while ago. Woe is too the celibate Legionnaire who is tasked with keeping a horny albino on a leash. One that could see through him, no less.

Markus began paying attention when she took his hand, he was about to say something to the effect of 'no means no', when he noticed someone who looked a tad like a legionnaire. Vicky referred to him as a Keeper, before ending his life with a knife. She was good with that, but he was a tad confused about her request for a covered cart. He followed her orders, regardless, running off into a different direction.

Markus found something like it, a cage with another brute in front of it. He took his aim, though the lumbering asshole noticed the crouched figure amid the chaos. He took a few steps forward, before a bullet winged off his helmet, making him stumble back. He quickly got up, as Markus reloaded, this bullet was meant to pierce the mans head. But, he had gotten too close, he threw a water balloon. It splattered on Markus' shirt, smelled rancid and made a small amount of bile at the back off his throat.

Markus took his shot, the bullet managed to get through to the mans neck. A splatter of blood accompanied him as Markus heard a deafening howl.

"HAROOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Markus quickly reloaded, and placed his rifle on his back as he noticed the charge. An almost naked kid, drooling and covered in blood and filth. He quickly drew his pistol, and let a round loose in the things skull, it slammed pitifully into Markus leg. He stumbled, and fell, looking up to see a few more pets, a girl and another boy, bigger and stronger by the look. Markus quickly pulled his pistol up, the next two bullets went into the bigger kids leg and shoulder. Markus watched with small satisfaction as he snapped back and did a somersault, landing on his face and whimpering.

The girl didn't get shot down, she was on Markus in seconds, clawing into his shoulders painfully. It took everything in Markus to grab her tiny, surprisingly powerful wrists, and lift them above her head. She lowered, trying to bite Markus' face off, but Markus quickly lifted his head for a direct collision. She bounced back, giving Markus the time to grab his icepick, and give a quick swing to her temple. He missed, hitting above it, making her collapse.

'Compromising, lover boy.' Markus would have to kick himself for that terrible thought later, for now, there was a kid still alive back there. He quickly caught up to him, he was crying, injured, dying.

"Hey, kid." Markus started, the kid clawed at him. Markus sighed, placing his index and thumb on the bridge of his nose. An annoying feral brat. "Oh well, your new name is Paul. Welcome to the road to redemption, find a new life or follow me, I don't care." Markus turned on his heel, and the kid got up on one knee. He made a desperate lunge, but Markus was already out of range.

"Hope he doesn't starve." Markus said, bored, on his way back to Vicky.

 

[Souplex]

Who knows where?
"One, you don't have enough firepower."
[Guns 85/75][Survival 90/75]A hunting revolver packed enough punch when properly handled to deal with a Deathclaw. (Hunting Revolver's damage not factoring in condition cause we're keeping it relatively simple for now) with cowboy perk: 72. Deathclaw's Damage Threshold: 15)
Two, by screaming at it and firing on it you helped it hone in on us."
It knew where we were already. Joe was quite annoyed at Martin now.
"Three, you can reload yourself."
"Inability to follow orders in battle gets people killed."
Martin was from the Boneyard, he should know how things work. Joe's rank and armor meant that he was the one who knew what he was doing. Joe didn't have a dislike of civilian contractors before. He was starting to develop one.
Martin grabbed his revolver from Joe, and handed Joe's pistol to him.
"Four. Don't Touch My Gun."
No time to reload. Joe holstered his revolver, and drew his shotgun.
[Tactics 60/25]It's about maximizing effectiveness. Joe was fairly amazing with a pistol. (It takes skill to kill, it takes even more skill to not do so.) He would keep the Deathclaw shot, while Martin would keep Joe loaded so he could keep the Claw shot.
"Bickering humans... Too loud, too slow, and too weak to handle the likes of us. If you are so clever, why is HE the one who makes sense?"
"The fact that you agree with him justifies my claims about your intelligence."
"Keep shooting. I know the others here will be interested."
Deathclaws weren't known for being the sneakiest creatures, he doubted a group of them could ambush him. Raiders weren't patient enough to go this long without shooting. That meant either something chitinous, or something furry.
[Animal Friend 1]If it was something furry, Joe would be fine. Martin may not, but they would burn that bridge after they crossed it. Joe preferred to avoid anyone dying if possible. Even Martin. Even if he was a huge ass.
If it was something chitinous, it wouldn't try to be sneaky, so he'd be aware of it by now.
There was a sound like stone against stone as Malkos at the top of the hill now straightened up and held a big rock over his head. Then, he did two-handed lob of the thing at Joe!
"May the best mind win!"
Even with the handicap of Martin, Joe was pretty sure he had that contest in his favor.
Joe was about to leap out of the way, when he was was intimately grabbed out of the way by Martin.
[Survival 90/75]While Deathclaws certainly had thick hides, their throat was still relatively vulnerable, as it needs to be softer for them to breathe.
[Guns 85/50]In mid-flight, Joe fired a beanbag into the Deathclaw's throat. As he landed he prepared to fire a round into the creatures gut, however...
[Luck]...Jammed. Typical.
[Agility]Joe quickly got up, (With Martin's) put away his shotgun, (Beanbags remaining: 23) and reloaded his hunting revolver.
"You do care."
Joe leveled his revolver on the Deathclaw's kneecap.
"Now let's try this again."

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Hare Estates: Home of the Twisted Hares and the Har(e)ington Foundation for the Arts

Little Bunny Boom Boom had been showing her lovely floating sister the Twisted Hares logo that she had come up with when the found of Small Automatic Gunfire shattered the relatively peaceful atmosphere of the Rabbit Household, causing the sisters to look at each other. While the Older Bunny Snicker Snack! was in no condition to go out and investigate, a damp towel making a poor choice of armor (though in hindsight it might have worked well as a weapon), Mercy found herself rushing out the front door, cursing the fact that they hadn't built the automated turret yet.

"V! Keep an eye on Tess while she gets dressed okay?" The Little Bunny that could yelled as she slammed the door shut and pulling out her Homemade Plasma Pistol from its holster.

Looking around exterior of Casa de las Rabbits, she could smell blood coming from somewhere, a lot of it.

Following her nose, the smell of blood lead her towards a bend in the alley and even though she couldn't see around the bend, there were enough signs, the sound of foot steps and a shadow of a man (possibly armed) but kneeling over something, that she knew someone was there. Taking a deep breath, Mercy rounded the corner with her Plasma Pistol leading the way.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" The girl yelled, only to have her gun swatted to the side by the quick reacting stranger.

That - wasn't exactly what Mercy had in mind when she went charging around the corner and so she did what she could to throw the stranger off his game.

[MENTAL V.A.T.S]

• - Pull - Underwear (95%)
  - Side Kick - Read End (95%)

Time seemed to slow once again for the Twisted Hare as she reached towards the stranger's exposed tighty whities and pulled upwards with all her might, causing his weight to shift forward as his body reacted, trying to minimize the possibility of rectal breach. The kick, timed perfectly, propelled the stranger forward as presented a much larger target for Mercy's well placed side kick, sending him tumbling forward.

And then it hit her, no not the stranger physically hitting her, but who the stranger was, as Mercy started to apologize profusely.

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She yelled as she started walking towards Markus only to have her foot kick the unconscious Undertaker on the ground, causing her to groan.

"Oh crap!" Mercy yelled once again as she went into repair mode, attempting to drag the Tall and Pale woman, covered in blood, into the Bunny Household, leaving Markus to pick himself up.