"You trust any of the food in this place? I think I'm too paranoid about poison to be eating here, to be honest I'm paranoid about a lot of things in this camp."
Home on the Wastes (A Fallout RolePlay) (closed, ended)
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Knox gives a look at the steak and back at Nite Owl.
"Well, I think it's pretty damn good looking. I haven't had anything other than Mantis for a month..."
"Well, I think it's pretty damn good looking. I haven't had anything other than Mantis for a month..."
"Hahaha, fair enough." Night Owl made his way over to the slave serving food and ordered himself a brahmin steak.
"Can't pass up a chance to use up Legion resources."
"Can't pass up a chance to use up Legion resources."
"You have been causing me grievance since you were transferred here Marcus! You regard no one over yourself and strut around using your inflated reputation like a club!"
"You worthless shit, you dare accuse me of lying about my greatest victory? I should throw you to the hounds for such a remark!"
"You speak as if you had the ability to do that! This isn't Wyoming you pompous ass, your soldiers aren't here to cover your boasts!"
"I could best any one of your soldiers absent sight you arrogant shit!"
"The two of you are giving me a goddamn headache with your constant bickering, ENOUGH!" Caesar barked, making everyone in the tent freeze. "If you can't stop acting like children then you'll fight like men! I want to see the both of you out of your armor and in the arena in ten minutes. And if you can't settle this there, then you can settle it on a cross, I'll be sure to put the two of you next to each other."
"Yes my lord." the two men said as they kneeled.
They walked out of the tent with their Master's eyes burning into their backs and split away towards their tents.
As Marcus began taking off his armor a soldier approached him, "Centurion Bernicus, why are you dis-arming yourself?"
"I am to face Aurelius of Phoenix in the arena presently." He said with a wide grin.
The soldier went wide eyed and ran from the tent to spread the word. In a matter of minutes the whole camp knew and was flocking to the arena to see the amazing match that was about to unfold.
Marcus was ready to begin. He decided since it was so hot to forgo the undershirt. He walked, barefoot, to the arena with Aurelius a few paces ahead of him. The large crowd of Legionaries began to cheer and jeer as they approached. The Praetorian at the door stopped them and handed them both a roll of boxing tape to put on before ushering them in.
They walked onto the sand to the roaring of their fellow Legionnaires with Caesar in the Editor seat watching them take their places on the opposite sides of the arena. He held up his hand and the crowd got silent.
"Centurions, you will settle your disputes here and bring either honor, or shame to yourselves. BEGIN!"
The crowd revved up again as the two men charged at each other. The noise could be heard from anywhere in the Fort. Marcus ducked his opponent's first punch and brought his knee into Aurelius' torso. As he bent over Marcus elbowed him in the jaw, knocking him off his feet.
Aurelius turned the fall into a roll and came at Marcus. He threw a flurry of punches at Marcus, some being blocked or dodged and some connecting. He got a particularly good his against Marcus's ear which he followed up with an uppercut that hit him in the jaw and clipped his nose.
Marcus hopped back to recompose himself while Aurelius caught his breath. Marcus wiped the blood from under his nose and took in a large breath but didn't exhale. Instead he charged the other man and just as it looked like he was about to punch him he spit out a bit of blood into Aurelius's eyes then connected with a solid right hook followed by a few jabs in his sternum. He took a step back and went for a tackle but Aurelius spun to the side and tipped Marcus, making him land on his face. He jumped on top of Marcus and began raining down blows which Marcus tried to block with his four-arms. Then he reached up, taking a bad hit in the process, and slapped both of his hands over each of Aurelius's ears. While ha was stunned, Marcus grabbed his neck and preformed a reversal, rolling over and placing himself on top of his opponent. He dropped punch after punch onto Aurelius's face before rolling off to catch his breath. The roar of the crowd was deafening at this point.
Aurelius got up with a hand over a cut that hand formed on his left eye. He sucked in large breaths and shuddered from the pain of a slightly fractured rib. Marcus charged at him and just as he was about to reach him he jumped in the air and delivered a drop kick directly into his stomach. Both men his the ground, dust emanating from the spots where they landed. Aurelius lay on the ground, wheezing in pain. Marcus slowly stood and walked over to his downed opponent, grabbing him and pulling him to kneeling height by the hair. Then he grabbed his head, one hand on his jaw and one on his opposite temple. It was a position to snap his neck. Marcus looked up towards Caesar above him. Caesar Held out his hand and the crowd was silent again. Then, the lord balled his hand into a fist and held out his thumb,pointing towards the sky. The crowd exploded into a wave a cheers and taunts. Marcus dropped his barely conscious opponent to the ground and walked out of the arena with his fist held high.
He splashed his face with water outside his tent and took a moment to relax and soak up the congratulations of his soldiers.
"You worthless shit, you dare accuse me of lying about my greatest victory? I should throw you to the hounds for such a remark!"
"You speak as if you had the ability to do that! This isn't Wyoming you pompous ass, your soldiers aren't here to cover your boasts!"
"I could best any one of your soldiers absent sight you arrogant shit!"
"The two of you are giving me a goddamn headache with your constant bickering, ENOUGH!" Caesar barked, making everyone in the tent freeze. "If you can't stop acting like children then you'll fight like men! I want to see the both of you out of your armor and in the arena in ten minutes. And if you can't settle this there, then you can settle it on a cross, I'll be sure to put the two of you next to each other."
"Yes my lord." the two men said as they kneeled.
They walked out of the tent with their Master's eyes burning into their backs and split away towards their tents.
As Marcus began taking off his armor a soldier approached him, "Centurion Bernicus, why are you dis-arming yourself?"
"I am to face Aurelius of Phoenix in the arena presently." He said with a wide grin.
The soldier went wide eyed and ran from the tent to spread the word. In a matter of minutes the whole camp knew and was flocking to the arena to see the amazing match that was about to unfold.
Marcus was ready to begin. He decided since it was so hot to forgo the undershirt. He walked, barefoot, to the arena with Aurelius a few paces ahead of him. The large crowd of Legionaries began to cheer and jeer as they approached. The Praetorian at the door stopped them and handed them both a roll of boxing tape to put on before ushering them in.
They walked onto the sand to the roaring of their fellow Legionnaires with Caesar in the Editor seat watching them take their places on the opposite sides of the arena. He held up his hand and the crowd got silent.
"Centurions, you will settle your disputes here and bring either honor, or shame to yourselves. BEGIN!"
The crowd revved up again as the two men charged at each other. The noise could be heard from anywhere in the Fort. Marcus ducked his opponent's first punch and brought his knee into Aurelius' torso. As he bent over Marcus elbowed him in the jaw, knocking him off his feet.
Aurelius turned the fall into a roll and came at Marcus. He threw a flurry of punches at Marcus, some being blocked or dodged and some connecting. He got a particularly good his against Marcus's ear which he followed up with an uppercut that hit him in the jaw and clipped his nose.
Marcus hopped back to recompose himself while Aurelius caught his breath. Marcus wiped the blood from under his nose and took in a large breath but didn't exhale. Instead he charged the other man and just as it looked like he was about to punch him he spit out a bit of blood into Aurelius's eyes then connected with a solid right hook followed by a few jabs in his sternum. He took a step back and went for a tackle but Aurelius spun to the side and tipped Marcus, making him land on his face. He jumped on top of Marcus and began raining down blows which Marcus tried to block with his four-arms. Then he reached up, taking a bad hit in the process, and slapped both of his hands over each of Aurelius's ears. While ha was stunned, Marcus grabbed his neck and preformed a reversal, rolling over and placing himself on top of his opponent. He dropped punch after punch onto Aurelius's face before rolling off to catch his breath. The roar of the crowd was deafening at this point.
Aurelius got up with a hand over a cut that hand formed on his left eye. He sucked in large breaths and shuddered from the pain of a slightly fractured rib. Marcus charged at him and just as he was about to reach him he jumped in the air and delivered a drop kick directly into his stomach. Both men his the ground, dust emanating from the spots where they landed. Aurelius lay on the ground, wheezing in pain. Marcus slowly stood and walked over to his downed opponent, grabbing him and pulling him to kneeling height by the hair. Then he grabbed his head, one hand on his jaw and one on his opposite temple. It was a position to snap his neck. Marcus looked up towards Caesar above him. Caesar Held out his hand and the crowd was silent again. Then, the lord balled his hand into a fist and held out his thumb,pointing towards the sky. The crowd exploded into a wave a cheers and taunts. Marcus dropped his barely conscious opponent to the ground and walked out of the arena with his fist held high.
He splashed his face with water outside his tent and took a moment to relax and soak up the congratulations of his soldiers.
Knox leans back in his chair and eats his steak while watching the fight.
"Daaamn! Those Legion guys sure can fight!"
"Daaamn! Those Legion guys sure can fight!"
As Lucius was finishing his meal, he noticed that the Legionaires around him were suddenly growing excited, more than they had been when the others in his group had fought.
"You there, what seems to be so exciting? Was one of the fights enjoyable?" Lucius barked out at one of the recruits.
"Marcus the Anvil Slayer and Aurelius of Phoenix will be fighting in the arena!" the recruit replied eagerly.
"Really, I must go watch this," Lucius said to himself while he finished what was left.
With food in his stomach, he made his way back through the Fort to the arena where a sizable crowd had already gathered. Making his way through the crowd by pushing and using his superiority over most Legionaires, Lucius managed to get a good view of the arena just as the two men entered in and made ready to fight.
Lucius was eager to see what Marcus was capable of and expected much from the illustrious warrior. He was not disappointed. Lucius had always preferred to use weapons in a fight, the buck of a rifle or the weight of a machete a comfort in combat. He knew that many of the elite of the Legion though were quite capable of killing a man quite easily with their bare hands and both Centurions showed that they were quite skilled in unarmed combat. The fight between the two was quite brutal and at first both seemed rather evenly matched. As Marcus began to gain the upper hand, Lucius found himself cheering along with the rest of Legionaires around him. He felt his chest began to swell with pride when Marcus came out on top with victory and with the fight over, he made his way over to Centurion to congratulate him.
"Ave Centurion, that was quite the fight there. You do the Legion proud to fight with such skill," Lucius called out the Anvil Slayer.
"You there, what seems to be so exciting? Was one of the fights enjoyable?" Lucius barked out at one of the recruits.
"Marcus the Anvil Slayer and Aurelius of Phoenix will be fighting in the arena!" the recruit replied eagerly.
"Really, I must go watch this," Lucius said to himself while he finished what was left.
With food in his stomach, he made his way back through the Fort to the arena where a sizable crowd had already gathered. Making his way through the crowd by pushing and using his superiority over most Legionaires, Lucius managed to get a good view of the arena just as the two men entered in and made ready to fight.
Lucius was eager to see what Marcus was capable of and expected much from the illustrious warrior. He was not disappointed. Lucius had always preferred to use weapons in a fight, the buck of a rifle or the weight of a machete a comfort in combat. He knew that many of the elite of the Legion though were quite capable of killing a man quite easily with their bare hands and both Centurions showed that they were quite skilled in unarmed combat. The fight between the two was quite brutal and at first both seemed rather evenly matched. As Marcus began to gain the upper hand, Lucius found himself cheering along with the rest of Legionaires around him. He felt his chest began to swell with pride when Marcus came out on top with victory and with the fight over, he made his way over to Centurion to congratulate him.
"Ave Centurion, that was quite the fight there. You do the Legion proud to fight with such skill," Lucius called out the Anvil Slayer.
"It was a great fight was it not?" Marcus said before taking a gulp of water from his cup.
"Hey you," he said to one of the excited Legionaries standing around him. "Fetch wine! I wish to celebrate my victory with my fellow soldiers!" This brought up a cheer from the crowd.
"By the way Lucius," He said, "I received a letter from my garrison that they will join us in the Mojave, bringing victory fresh from Wyoming. I'll see about getting you transferred when they arrive. If not for your support I would not have found myself in this position!" he said as he took a swig of wine.
"Hey you," he said to one of the excited Legionaries standing around him. "Fetch wine! I wish to celebrate my victory with my fellow soldiers!" This brought up a cheer from the crowd.
"By the way Lucius," He said, "I received a letter from my garrison that they will join us in the Mojave, bringing victory fresh from Wyoming. I'll see about getting you transferred when they arrive. If not for your support I would not have found myself in this position!" he said as he took a swig of wine.
I edited the ending of my last post and a cookie for whoever can spot the reference near the beginning of it.
Just a note, I don't think the Legion allows for alcohol of any kind. Might want to edit that.
Edit: I guess so, just thought I'd let you know.
It is just wine and it is only for a special occasion. You might be right but under the circumstances it probably wouldn't matter
Knox wanders over to the centaurian munching on a geko on a stick
"Nice fight! It was good to see that ass get what was coming to him!"
"Nice fight! It was good to see that ass get what was coming to him!"
as it stands there is only one man (Angus Young, I'm looking at you) in our group who we are waiting on to post, and at the rate you guys are posting, hours will have passed in-game before he gets the chance to contribute. Now as I mentioned earlier he has until Sunday to post, OR, if enough people talk to me before then, I'll change that deadline to Wednesday.
But until then, hold off posting, and pester Angus to post
But until then, hold off posting, and pester Angus to post
Nope, nope, nope
Alright, get to posting again. I was torn between just letting the story sit until Sunday and giving him a chance on one side. And letting you guys keep playing on the other. I think I struck a good balance here.
SO! we are out of the fortress and are on the way to the deathclaw hideout. everybody take a day or two to get travel writing out of your system then we will be arriving at the "nest"
SO! we are out of the fortress and are on the way to the deathclaw hideout. everybody take a day or two to get travel writing out of your system then we will be arriving at the "nest"
EDITED POST!: Knox drains his Nuka Cola as he finishes off the last of the food he got and waits for the next fight to go on. He's heard quite a bit about Dead Eye's fighting abilities and was quite curious as to how true the rumors were.
Lucius smirked as the smug NCR soldier went head over heels on a patch of blood, knocking himself out cold. As the others started to move out, Lucius quickly ran back into the camp, heading towards the blacksmithing area. He made sure to get back his machete, now re-sharped and thoroughly cleaned, before heading back to the gate to catch up with the rest.
"So then, are any of you familiar with this area? I could help lead you to the area if you need me too. It is my main area of expertise after all," Lucius said to the group as they readied themselves to head out.
"So then, are any of you familiar with this area? I could help lead you to the area if you need me too. It is my main area of expertise after all," Lucius said to the group as they readied themselves to head out.
