The Pub (an open RP/ Character Workshop for any and all.)

[DotSlash]

bangbangbang

Noting the signal Ana gave her, Vanessa nodded and stood up, hands in the air. [color=666666] "Vanessa Sinclair. Like she said, we're lost and happened to wander in here. Could you perhaps help us out?" Who knows if they have people on backup... Best not to risk it... [/color]

She gulped down a bit of spit as the sound of another bullet being loaded reached her ears.

 

[Hussmann54]

SNIP SNIP BANG BANG

"Please, its no trouble bird." He took her hand and kissed it. "Victor Sweet, at your service. Player, Pimp and man for the good fight. Nicholaus Kin here and I go back to the dog days."

Kin only laughed and shook his head behind Victor. While he was in a reputably bad profession, he was actually a good soul. And while he was in a flesh for cash business for which Kin normally objected to, Kin saw firsthand how he handled his business. He actually treated the girls really well. It was... odd.




Back in the Mexican standoff...

May the Snip be with you.

Ana looked around. A few gas canisters nearby gave her an idea. But before she could communicate it to Vanessa a voice rang out from behind them.

"Ooooh, they are a couple of pretty ones aren't they? Don't shoot them."

A pack of men, dressed more like vandals, emerged from shadows and doorways. They carried an assortment of "home brew" weapons. Improvised baseball bats, pipes etc.

"Look at this..." One of them said. Ana couldn't figure out which one they were eyeing more, her or Vanessa. But what was clear, they hadn't seem a woman in a long time. And they didn't seem like the type buy you dinner first.

 

[DotSlash]

Warp drive 9!? Also, happy new year to all the Englishmen. Happy belated new year to everyone to the east of them.

Recognizing the looks on the mens' faces as one she'd fear to see in an alleyway at night and the number of them to boot meant one thing.

[color=666666] ...We have to run... [/color] Turning her attention to the two men on the rafters, a blue light blinked in her hands before it formed into a Mateba revolver [http://matebafan.com/unica/photo1large.jpg], the metal polished to a sheen. She took aim and fired at the men, one bullet for each of them and moved toward Ana, aiming to wrap an arm around the woman's waist. [color=666666] "Hold on to me!" [/color] Vanessa stated, her gun hand holding her fedora on her head along with the revolver.

If Ana allowed her, as soon as Vanessa managed to get an arm around her, she'd feel like she was in a wind tunnel, a massive amount of force pushing her and yet she'd feel no pain. The world around her would change into a rushing of lines as the world blurred around her. If she looked down to Vanessa, she'd see the woman's irises had changed to a red color once again she she ran, teeth gritted. After the sensation ended, they'd find themselves on the outside of the group of horndogs. The men would see that it seemed like both woman had just vanished without a trace.
(TL'DR: Teleported them out)

If not, she'd skid to a stop and take note of the gas cans as she looked to Ana. [color=666666] "....Just tell me where to shoot..." [/color] A few beads of sweat on her face made it obvious she wasn't eager to stay in this position

 

[Hussmann54]

IM THE DOCTOR, SNIP WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!

Ana turned and grabbed a cannister. With all her strength she heaved it at the group and already began to turn to the door.

 

[DotSlash]

snipsnap

Taking the hint and slightly surprised at Ana's strength, Vanessa aimed and fired at the canister before following after Ana as quickly as she could.

 

[Hussmann54]

sNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIPS SNIP SNIPS SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP ONE OF THESE THINGS IS NOT LIKE THE OTHERS

Ana bolted out the door and immediately rounded the corner with Vanessa close in tow. "Off the street, now!" The first crossroad they came to they made a sharp turn and changed course. Her mind raced like her feet did. "Their shooters have vantage. Get out of their kill zone. Stay away from windows and open spaces and meet me at that hospital." She gave a nod towards another shell-acked building a few blocks away as a mob of thugs, began to spill out of the factory.

 

[DotSlash]

snipped again

Vanessa gave Ana a silent nod before running as quickly as she could into a nearby alleyway and turning the corner once she hit the end of the building. She kept on hand on her head to keep her hat from flying off as she continued onward toward the hospital, looking to her sides occasionally to keep a lookout for the thugs coming after them.

 

[Hussmann54]

HERROW!

A gang of thugs ran out onto the street in front of Vanessa. About half a dozen of them, armed with the usual assortment of crude weapons. Vanessa could fight them out in the open or duck off into an apartment building.

Meanwhile Ana had run into a department store. Eight or the ruffians had followed her. She had ducked behind a clothing rack. The bandits spread out. A few of them lighting flashlights to illuminate the darkness. She liked darkness. It was cheap, and flashlights were dead give aways. Ana closed her eyes for a moment. She squinted a bit, her sanguinomancy helping her eyes to adjust to the darkness rapidly. When she opened them, her pupils were massive. Attempting to absorb as much of the precious little light as possible.

"Where are you dear?" One of her pursuers taunted. "Oh I hope i find you in the lingerie section."

Ana shook her head and laughed a little, then cracked her knuckles. "I hope you can handle a real woman, big boy.."

 

[DotSlash]

plus or minus...

Seeing as she was only armed with a pistol at the moment, Vanessa didn't want to take chances on attracting more attention, especially from the gunners. She quickly ducked into the apartment building and checked her revolver as she continued to move swiftly, slowing herself a bit in the process. [color=666666] ....Alright... I just need to not waste a shot and I should be fine... [/color] She thought to herself as she began to look for a place to take cover or give her pursuers the runaround.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

Spoiler: Lucy Black

NAME: Lucy Black

AGE: 22 - turning 23 very soon

GENDER: Female

RACE: Human (Caucasian)

[hr]

APPEARANCE: Black hair tied in two very long loose pigtails hanging over her shoulders - a stylistic choice and more of a reminder of her childhood.

Standing below average height, the petite female made her presence known with a striking blue eye. Yep, you read that right - due her most recent of dangerous encounters, she wore a black eye-patch over her recovering left eye.

[hr]

PERSONALITY/HISTORY:

A few years ago: Life seemed fine, living with her Father, Isaac Black. Growing up, her father's presence was scarce due to the nature of his work.

He would often return from trading excursions to bring home various trinkets, perhaps even a broken weapon that the two could repair and sell later. You see, the father and daughter bonded over their fascination with energy weapons. It was natural for the two of them to practice with the repaired energy weapons.

One day, her father's prized possession arrived at their home, a Gauss Rifle. A small supply of ammo was bought over time, while the rifle itself was kept hidden in a secret compartment under the floor...-it was too late to realize just how valuable that accursed weapon had become.

Springvale, their neighborhood and home, was attacked fairly soon after the arrival of the accursed weapon. By an organized and highly-skilled group: The Enclave, no less.

Lucy had suffered through the horror of her Father's public murder, the destruction of her home and the torture that soon followed. She was left for dead, or so she had thought. It was unclear as to how she survived. Her weakness at the time of the attack had infuriated her and was just the very beginning of her motivation to find the answers to the many questions that were left unanswered...

Currently: Having infiltrated The Enclave under the disguise of an "Asset", Lucy had fundamentally changed from the idealist she was once before. Having grown slightly detached and more fierce in her interactions, Lucy still possessed a passionate and fierce nature when her temper was struck, (un)fortunately.

She was not above the use of manipulation or betrayal towards her perceived enemies, with the odds stacked against her, she had to fight dirty. Having learned the truth and being lead to the heart of the Enclave, Lucy was preparing to strike.

[hr]

WEAPONS: A Gauss Rifle that belonged to her Father, now known as a bitter keepsake and treasure. It's become Lucy's favored ranged weapon.

ITEMS: Slim-fit reinforced leather-armor, (Modified) Gauss Rifle* and a small backpack brimming with ammunition. A few stimpacks were kept on her person in case of medical emergencies.

PERKS: Rapid Reload, Comprehension, Ferocious Loyalty, Sniper
TRAITS: Small Frame, Trigger Discipline

Notes: Dexterous and an excellent shot with her Gauss rifle makes Lucy a force to be reckoned with at range. The downside is that anything closing that range would soon discover just how vulnerable that left her. It also didn't help that her emotions would often make her exceedingly reckless in a combat situation.

Being a bookworm outside of combat, Lucy ideally chose to fight her battles with that of a silver-tongue, this was tempered with her sheer curiosity revolving around people in general.

TRANSPORTATION: In good physical condition, Lucy tends to travel by foot.

*The rifle was capable of charging up a single devastating and penetrative round. Via the voice command of the owner, the rifle would release it's mechanical restraints, expend a great amount of heat and the moving parts would essentially bond itself to the user's wrist painfully until the one minute cool-down is complete. Accuracy was thrown out of the window for sheer damage while in "Beast Mode".

OOC: I'm baaack...to nobody's joy! ;_;

[hr]

Lucy Black entered the pub once more, slamming the door behind her with little regard for the noise she had made. The eye-patched female had made no effort to hide her ill-tempered mood for the perpetual glare on her exposed blue eye had said it all.

"Can I have some tea - !" Lucy fiercely ordered towards whoever was behind the bar. She did catch herself very quickly as she realized that this was not the Enclave and shouting at others wasn't exactly appropriate, regardless of her mood. "Sorry! I'll be over there in the corner."

Lucy pinched her nose in visible frustration and made her way over to a comfortable-looking four-seater booth in the corner.

("Why am I so angry?") The petite female asked herself as she placed her large Gauss Rifle onto the seat next to her. Lucy almost jumped as she found a girl staring at her when she looked up.

This new girl had stared at her with a matching blue eye, a singular pig-tail resting on her shoulder, tight leather armour with what looked like broken steel reinforcements and a missing shoulder-pad. ("It's...me...things have changed.")

The wall opposing her housed a low-hanging decorative mirror that she had failed to notice on the way to the booth.

Lucy, noting that her appearance was completely asymmetrical, felt that this was somewhat symbolic in nature. Her recently sliced off pigtail, the missing shoulder-pad, the eye-patch, the perpetual glare...

She almost laughed as she looked herself over, barely recognizing herself. A week ago, she would have thrown a fit if someone had played with her hair. Yet here she was, a week's worth of continuous combat had left her looking like the many embittered mercenaries that had often frequented Megaton's Craterside Supply.

("Would that be my fate?") The eye-patched female asked herself sadly.

Cradling her head in her hands, Lucy sighed in a manner that suggested that she was content to be alone for once. Of course, with an eye-patch, Lucy couldn't see if anyone was approaching her while she relaxed at her table in the corner, waiting for her tea.

 

[Drummodino]

Spoiler: Charlie Cannon

NAME: Charlie Cannon

AGE: 19

GENDER: Male

RACE: Human (Caucasian)

APPEARANCE:

Standing at around 6'1, Charlie is a slender fellow. He is leanly muscled with no fat on his frame at all.

He has wide blue eyes and keeps his light brown hair cut short. His face is very youthful and heavily freckled from working long days outdoors. He has grown some patchy stubble in an attempt to make himself look older (unsuccessfully). Small burns cover his calloused hands, with the left missing both ring and pinkie fingers.

His standard attire consists of grey trousers, a light tan shirt and a brahmin leather jacket. Usually seen wearing a red baseball cap and tough work boots.

PERSONALITY:

Generally very friendly and easy going. Always willing to lend a hand to someone in trouble, which has resulted in him being taken advantage of more than once. Despite his honest nature he struggles with conversation, especially with females.

He won't back down from a fight and will often rush into one if he feels that someone is being threatened. He has very strong moral views and doesn't react well to bullying and violence. He's assisted in defending his home numerous times from bandits and raiders.

Explosives are fascinating to him and he loves to tinker with them and make his own. The burns and missing fingers are testament to this dangerous hobby. His dream is to one day own a workshop where he can make his own explosive weaponry. Energy weapons also interest him greatly yet he has never succeeded in acquiring one.

HISTORY:

Growing up on a brahmin ranch in the Capital Wasteland, Charlie always dreamed of travelling the wastes. His father's tales of the Brotherhood of Steel with their mighty energy weapons and power armor in particular caught his attention, and he longed more than anything to find and join them. He had always loved tinkering with and creating explosives and he imagined energy weapons would be even more enjoyable. His father made the Brotherhood sound wonderful too; according to him they would lead the world into a bright new future with their miraculous technology.

Charlie knew he couldn't leave until his younger brothers and sisters could help their parents run the ranch without his help though. It was an agonizing wait for several years, until finally he felt that he wouldn't be leaving the family in jeopardy without him. That night he stuffed enough food and water to last him several days into his rucksack, along with a large quantity of his homemade explosives and supplies to make more. Grabbing his trusty machete and leaving his goodbye note on the table, he stepped out into the dark wasteland and set off on his journey.

WEAPONS:

- Sack of homemade dynamite

- Weathered machete

ITEMS:

- Several days' worth of brahmin jerky and purified water

- Battered old Zippo lighter and spare fluid

- Various bits and pieces used in his explosives (duct tape, cans etc.)

PERKS: Mad Bomber, Demolition Expert, Animal Friend
TRAITS: Hoarder

SKILLS:

Very fit and agile, can run for miles. This makes him a surprisingly quick melee combatant, although his technique is a little clumsy. Fairly intelligent and lucky (otherwise he would have blown himself up by now). Has terrible charisma though and gets nervous around females (especially attractive ones). Prone to getting conned and paying more for things than what they're worth.

TRANSPORTATION: A set of good work boots

[hr]

Charlie stepped through the door and closed it gently behind him. Taking in his surroundings as he took off his cap, the youthful looking man did a double take.

("Is this... a pub?") he asked himself, scratching his itchy stubble. It seemed very clean considering it's location in the middle of the wasteland. ("Wow, a real pub! Pa never told me about this place.")

He wandered up to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools, glad to be off his feet. It seemed the bartender was missing in action however, so he glanced around wide-eyed.

He noticed a black haired girl with an off-center pigtail, sitting facing away from him near the back with her head in her hands. Resting on the seat next to her was a strange-looking rifle. Studying it closer Charlie thought to himself, ("Wait... could that be an energy weapon?")

It certainly didn't look like any conventional gun Charlie had seen before, and it kind of fit the description his Pa had given him. Curiosity overcoming the anxiety he always felt around women, he stood up and walked over.

"Uh, hi there Miss. Um, I was just wondering, what kind of gun is that?"

 

[NerfedFalcon]

Wow, I haven't posted in a while

Yuyuko bowed in response to Victor's introduction, then decided to return to the bar proper, guessing that Youmu probably wasn't going anywhere else anytime soon, and that she could probably handle herself from there. Two new people had arrived while she was down in the basement, which had taken longer than she had thought, and the boy seemed to be having some trouble. [color=3D8EBA]"If I had to guess,"[/color] she offered as she floated over, [color=3D8EBA]"I'd say that's a cannon of some sort. Scaled down to be portable, but no less effective than the real thing."[/color] She paused for a second, then added, [color=3D8EBA]"Oh, where are my manners? Yuyuko Saigyouji. And please, feel free to correct me,"[/color] she added to the girl.

Edit: Sorry, I forgot to quote the people I was actually working with. My bad. *commits seppuku*

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

Welcome to The Pub!

"Uh, hi there Miss. Um, I was just wondering, what kind of gun is that?"

Now she realized why she was in such a bad mood: People.

"The kind that is not for sale and I dare you to try and take it from me." Lucy raised her head to furiously greet her guest with a withering glare. A glare that intensified when she gave her guest a good looking over and spotted the machete.

("Raider? Nah, too clean.")
("Mercenary? Nope, too innocent-looking.")
("Wastelander? Nice jacket...")
("Looking like a startled Brahmin? Most definitely.")
("Having sex with a mole-rat? Priceless.")

While Lucy's mind was in overdrive, analyzing every little detail on her guest, her expression softened tremendously as she reached a sudden realization. ("Those wide-eyes and enthusiasm? That was me just a week ago. Before...everything.")

The eye-patched female rubbed her forehead while she sighed with audible relief, the curl of her lips confirmed that she was starting to calm down. "Sorry - bad day, y'know?..." Lucy made a flourish with her hand towards the opposing chair in the booth. "Lucy Black, and you are?"

Feeling somewhat apologetic after jumping down her unnamed guest's throat, she leaned back in her chair, extending her arms across the top of her seat in a display of confidence (but mostly for the sake of comfort).

"It's a Gauss Rifle Plus, by the way." Lucy declared proudly as she nudged her rifle. "...it's a modified version of the previous 'stable' model." Lucy didn't exactly want to declare that she was holding onto Enclave Tech, might give someone the wrong idea.

Lucy's eye never left her guest as she studied him. He looked nice enough...and some mentally-stable company would be a nice change of pace.

No seppuku for you! Now go sit in the corner and think about what you've done!

Just when Lucy was getting relaxed she ended up painfully smacking her forehead as she had failed to notice the...huh...floating female. An adorable-looking floating female.

"I think it would be best if you excuse my manners, Miss Sigh-goo-yo-gee?" This wasn't helping her case, and she may have potentially insulted her new female guest. "Sorry, my vision is obviously limited - it was a recent injury - and my focus was on the gentleman before me."

Lucy questioned why she was taking such a formal tone with this new female. ("Have you looked in a mirror lately? Yuyuko is very pretty.") That small pang of admiration also served to highlight her asymmetrical appearance even more. "You have a very unique name, it's pretty, but it's unlike anything I have ever heard before. Please...si-...join us! Lucy Black, by the way, feel free to berate me."

Perhaps establishing a topic would work! "Oh, my Gauss Rifle - it operates like a cannon, kinda. Single-shot, magnetically-propelled bolts, manual reload, stable fire...but it can punch through a wall or the heaviest of armour." Lucy smiled mischievously. "And that's not even mentioning the alternate firing mode. Beast Mode."

Facing Yuyuko momentarily, Lucy smiled hopefully as she returned to regard her two acquaintances. By displaying her sugary and icy parts of herself, she wondered how they would react.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Johnny swatted the red-and-white eyebot out of his way when he saw Lucy come back into the... bar... Inventory... bar... whatever it was...

unfortunately, he didn't get there in time to stop some idiot from asking about her gun. Which prompted Johnny to draw his own.

He turned to Lucy as he approached, putting on a friendly smile, which he hoped would help ease her bad mood.

"Hey Lucy!" he said excitedly, "Where did you go a minute ago? That was weird. Well... glad you're back and..." he paused, and turned to look at the other guy as if he had just noticed him, "Is this guy bothering you?"

Then he noticed the girl... floating a few feet above the ground. Johnny was about to comment on that, but then he remembered that he'd seen much weirder in his time... and was still about to see much, much worse, so he kept his mouth shut.

He went back to giving Lucy a friendly grin, "Is it okay if I join you?"

 

[Drummodino]

Snip!

Snippeh!

Snippah!

[hr]

Charlie jumped back in alarm as the black haired girl shot a furious glare at him, noticing that she wore a patch over one eye. He held his breath as she eyed him up and down, swallowing nervously when her gaze lingered on his machete momentarily. Suddenly she visibly relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief as she motioned for him to sit in the opposite side of the booth.

"Lucy Black, and you are?"

As he opened his mouth to reply, he was interrupted by another feminine voice coming from behind him.

"I'd say that's a cannon of some sort. Scaled down to be portable, but no less effective than the real thing."

Turning around to view the newcomer, Charlie's eyes almost fell out of his head. A very pretty girl was... floating... in mid air. Her mouth was still moving but none of the words registered as Charlie stood slack-jawed, trying to comprehend what he was seeing.

("Wha... WHAT! Why is she floating? How is she doing that?")

Shaking his head, Charlie realized the newcomer was conversing with Lucy. Opening his mouth to voice his confusion, he was interrupted again, this time by a strange looking man he hadn't noticed sitting nearby.

"Hey Lucy! Where did you go a minute ago? That was weird. Well... glad you're back and..." the man paused, and turned to look at Charlie. "Is this guy bothering you?"

Realizing the man had drawn a gun Charlie took a nervous step back. "Oh sorry sir, I wasn't trying to bother her, no really I wasn't. I was just curious is all..." Charlie trailed off as he met the man's eyes and a felt a flash of fear. Something seemed... off... about this guy. "I'll just go sit over there out of your way if that's alright sir? I won't bother the lady anymore I promise, I'll just keep to myself..."

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

1 Snip!

2 Snips!!

3 Snips!!!

[hr]

"Hey Lucy!" A familiar, but excited voice emerged from behind her, "Where did you go a minute ago? That was weird. Well... glad you're back and..." The voice identified itself to be Johnny as he stepped into her field of vision. "Is this guy bothering you?"

"Oh hey Johnny! I didn't see you when I came in - crack an eye joke and I swear to Blamco!" Lucy mock-threatened her friend as she waved a finger at him, an amused smile betraying her words.

Looking over to her unnamed male acquaintance. It appeared that Lucy's glare, Johnny's protective demeanour and Yuyuko's floating took quite a toll on the young man's emotional state. Without hesitation, Lucy reached over to lay her hand on the newcomer's wrist, cutting him short and grabbing his attention.

"I won't bother the lady anymore I promise, I'll just keep to myself..."

"The...lady...insists that you stay. Don't mind him, he can be a little overprotective..." Lucy turned to Johnny and still spoke loud enough for the newcomers to hear. "...but he has the best of intentions."

Sitting back and raising an eyebrow at Johnny, Lucy's usual cocky attitude was making a resurgence.

"Speaking of overprotective. You weren't there to see it, but I blew up a mutated behemoth, in the air from an unstable vertibird during my short time with The Brotherhood. I think I can handle myself." Lucy dropped the eyebrow and nodded towards her current seat and she shifted over to her rifle. "Good to see you though, away from everything, you know?"

Shifting her gaze back to the unnamed acquaintance. Lucy brought out her commanding tone, however, a mischievous smile had betrayed her words once more. "So, am I going to get that name or should I call you Jumpy?"

 

[Drummodino]

snip snip

[hr]

Charlie flinched and cut off his babbling as he felt someone touch him on the wrist. Looking away from the intimidating man, he realized it was the non-floating girl, Lucy, who had leaned over and silenced him.

"The...lady...insists that you stay. Don't mind him, he can be a little overprotective... but he has the best of intentions."

"Uh... right, ok," Charlie replied, hesitantly taking a seat opposite Lucy. As he did so, he got his first good look at her.

("Wow, she really is pretty... once you look past the battered armor and lopsided hair. And what happened to her eye?")

Charlie took a moment to breathe and gather his thoughts, pointedly avoiding looking at the floating girl. He only half listened to what Lucy was saying to this Johnny fellow, however he snapped to attention when something she said rang a bell in his head.

AS Lucy finished speaking, her one eyed gaze snapped back to Charlie, with a mischievous grin on her face.

"So, am I going to get that name or should I call you Jumpy?"

"Uh, my names's Charlie Miss. Charlie Cannon. I'm sorry but... did you just say something about a brotherhood? Could you repeat that for me?"

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

SEN-I-SOSHITSU

[hr]

"Uh, my name's Charlie Miss. Charlie Cannon. I'm sorry but... did you just say something about a brotherhood? Could you repeat that for me?"

"So is it Charlie Miss or Charlie Cannon?" Lucy fiendishly poked at her timid guest before waving her hand playfully. "I'm kidding, Charlie!"

("Awww, he's like a puppy! So innocent and polite.")

"You mean THE Brotherhood? The Brotherhood of Steel." Lucy perked up significantly at Charlie's flash of enthusiasm. "I have a friend there, saved my ass a week ago, so I thought I would help out. Dad respected the hell out of them and so do I...so get this...!"

At this point, it would be difficult to pick apart Lucy's bravado from her enthusiasm, but she rambled on about her personal achievements regardless of that.

"Did you ever hear about the mutated Behemoths? Triple the size! Now imagine, the Citadel is being attacked by 3 of them...all of them flinging mini-nukes...there I was, in a vertibird, sniping the mini-nukes from the sky and blowing up a behemoth."

This went on...

"I also bore through the throat of another one...but that was in close-quarters...and the damn thing broke some ribs and wrecked my body."

And on...

"OOH! What about the recent Giant Mirelurk attack!? Now there's gunfire directed eeeeeverywhere at this thing. It's just spewing irradiated Nuka-cola all over the place and firing off Mirelurk eggs...ugh it was a mess...and I had sniped through it's leg repeatedly before I turned to gun down the rider - OH! Yeah, some Enclave bigshot had grappling hooks embedded into it and was steering the thing!...where-was-I...yeah! I look down my scope and I see him doing the same..."

Until finally...

Lucy's voice quickly lost it's excitement as she clenched her fist in frustration. "The Enclave bastard sniped my scope. Pretty insulting among snipers." Lucy bitterly pointed to her eyepatch. "This was his gift to me."

Sighing as she cut herself off there, more so to hold back her anger, than to accidentally reveal what she did next in a moment of passion. Resting her head on her clenched fist, Lucy stared at Charlie intently before piping up.

"Why do you ask?"

Now Charlie should note something important here, Lucy sounded concerned as she asked that question.

 

[TheDoctor455]

SNIPPED FOR TIME.

"Oh..." Johnny said, suddenly feeling like an idiot as he holstered his rifle and pulled himself a stool to sit opposite the wall that this booth seemed to be welded into, "Sorry. Yeah... pretty silly of me to forget." He turned to the new guy, identifying himself as 'Charlie', "Yeah... Lucy here's the deadliest badass sniper this side of the Capital Wasteland... wait... where are we again?"

He scratched his chin as he tried to think. It was then that the red-white-sans-blue eyebot decided to nearly crash into Johnny in its hurry to be next to him.

"Hey, why don't you go hang out with your mechanic friend over there?" he said, "You clearly have more in common with..."

Wrong again, Mr. Truant. The three of us have one very important thing in common.

"What!?!?" Johnny hissed under his breath, turning to face the eyebot to pretend he was talking to it, "What do you want now, asshole?"

You, me, and the eyebot. We all have something in common.

"Yeah, we're all... 'made' or... 'controlled' by the same nerd. Big friggin' deal." he said.

Ah, but that's where you're wrong again... you weren't his creation...

Suddenly, a booming voice echoed throughout the booth.

"THAT IS CORRECT, EDITOR. ONLY YOU AND THE EYEBOT ARE MY... MOSTLY ORIGINAL CREATIONS. I... PLUCKED JOHNNY TRUANT FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE AND STUCK HIM IN FALLOUT FOR A LARK."

Johnny grabbed the nearest pint of the pub's strongest ale, which happened to materialize right then and there for him, and took what seemed like a minute-long swig of the stuff.

"Aah..." he gasped as the voices in his head finally shut up, and the eyebot started examining Lucy intently, "That's better."

Johnny passed out.

"Umm..." said the little, colorful eyebot, "Do I know you?" she said, looking at Lucy, "You seem so familiar..."

 

[NerfedFalcon]

When Yuyuko noticed the effect she was having on the others, she laughed slightly and settled down into another stool, after very deliberately appearing to walk back to her table to get the unfinished sake bottle. She missed some of the conversation during that time, but it didn't seem to be much important. [color=3D8EBA]"I'm sorry about that,[/color] she said. [color=3D8EBA]"I don't spend a lot of time around people who find it surprising. Guess I'm just not used to it..."[/color]

"THAT IS CORRECT, EDITOR. ONLY YOU AND THE EYEBOT ARE MY... MOSTLY ORIGINAL CREATIONS. I... PLUCKED JOHNNY TRUANT FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE AND STUCK HIM IN FALLOUT FOR A LARK."

Johnny took a long draught of a conveniently placed pint of ale and fell over, unconscious. [color=3D8EBA]"Finally, something stranger than me,"[/color] Yuyuko quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

just letting you two know i posted

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