The REALLY Wild Wasteland. (The Fallout RP!)

[RobDaBank]

Wayne didn't hang about as he lunged toward the back of the plant. Hopefully putting a building between himself and the giant crab would be enough. His Robobrain however wasn't so lucky. Still set to follow the Nukezilla responded to the movement and swiped it, sending it flying. Luckily it was hit on the armour strapped to its back, which protected it from most of the damage.

[Survival 100/85][Success!] The Nukezilla appeared to respond to movement. 'Dont let it see you move!' He called as he set his Robobrain to wait. The creature was still charging and flew into the corner of the building, sending debris flying and doing some serious structural damage. Wayne stood perfectly still with his back against the wall as the beast looked around for its prey.

His salvation came in the form of the three stooges, running round inside and attracting the beasts attention. It began to violently thrash at the building. Wayne turned to the power armoured soldier who had taken cover at the side of the building. 'Think that power armour can withstand stomach acid?'

He had a plan... Though the soldier may not have liked it...

 

[ImSkeletor]

The Flash was happy to be carted around by the Brotherhood of steel. At least then he knew he was going somewhere. Once they reached their destination he listened to Sara and Lucy. Barry looked at Lucy from his wheelchair and said, "Um...I wish I could have told you this earlier, but I was somewhat comatose, but I... already knew all that. A while back these raiders jumped me and beat me half to death after I had been hit by an RV. They strapped me to a Brahmin and paraded me around in the hot sun. I was sure I was going to die. But then, when things were about as bleak as they could get, I heard blades spinning. I thought the raiders were going to chop me to pieces. Then I heard laser fire and screaming. Then I was cut loose. I saw that the raiders had been reduced to piles of ash. I looked up and saw a man in a black helmet. The Enclave saved me from those raiders. Then they took me to some kind of huge military base the Enclave were in control of and had a personal conversation with that Number One guy. He sent me on a mission with a guy named FalloutBob. We fought this massive mutant, but I got injured. FalloutBob abandoned me there. To think I was going to ask him to be a member of Freedom's Eagles..."

 

[Souplex]

"Blah blah, lasers, something or other, Enclave, something or other, Number 1, blah blah, FalloutBob, something something Freedom's Eagles"
"Fallout Bob? I almost ripped that guy's heart out, but then Elder Honey-Butt had to show up and ruin everything. I suppose it had been over a year since I had performed an Eagle Claw. Where's my coffee?"
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"Think that power armour can withstand stomach acid?"
Danielle immediately knew what he was planning. Danielle did not want to be eaten, unless that was a kinky metaphor.
[Tactics 100/50][Success!]"Your plan's bad and you should feel bad. Even I did get into melee range of that thing, it will probably just crush me. If it does try to eat me, it may chew, I have no idea if I can survive the stomach acids, and I'm not sure there's a good way out. Why don't you let it eat you, and catch whatever brain-destroying parasites you have? I do have a plan though."
Danielle swapped her rifle's regular microfusion cell for a max-charge cell. She hated using max cells, as a fully charged breeder and max charge cells in conjunction could quickly melt the inside of her rifle within one rifle "Magazine".
"Live bait, now close your eyes and look away!"
[Energy Weapons 100/60][Success!]Danielle lined up a shot on the beast's face, switched off her scope, looked away, closed her eyes, and fired the brightest yellowest laser you have ever seen.
The beast stumbled back and roared in pain. The bits of shell covering it's face melted and warped slightly, causing molten shell to pour into it's left eye. Some smoke came out of her rifle. The people who were looking at where the laser fired would be at least temporarily blinded.
Danielle began to run towards the Citadel, hopefully the Brotherhood could carve this thing up no problem.
"Follow me crabcakes!"

 

[Generic NPC 22]

There was this golf ball, at least that's how this portion of the story begins. There was this golf ball that had been given a purpose and now it was sitting there on the ground in the middle of a town known as Minefield. It had seen better days, days that were spent being chipped into cups or small holes in the ground, not as today had been, where it had been sent into a town filled with mother-f-in' landmines! As the golf ball, which was at this point probably not sentient, sat there, wondering what it had done to earn this particular lot in life, a strangely happy humming came from in from the West.

It is at this point we'll digress from the golf ball and get the point of the story and that actual person that we'll be focusing on. There was a girl with sky blue hair, and eyes to match, dressed in a red dress with a leather knapsack skipping down the road towards the golf ball in question. Mister Caravan Man had asked our rather cheery and joy-filled eighteen year old to go fetch the golf balls for Missus Meryl Barrel, a task that our girl in question had happily agreed to undertake.

Watching the gratingly annoying girl run skip towards the golf ball in the distance, his sharp eyes caught sight of something that made him smile. A landmine, partially hidden under some debris, was sitting there unexploded and waiting for a snot nosed little brat who just wouldn't shut up no matter how many times he had asked her nicely, threatened to leave her behind and threatened her further with grievous bodily harm. Watching from a safe distance, smile still on his face, he waited for the fireworks to start.

"Do di bah dah do wah!" Sylph's hum morphed into a explosion of scat as she continued to skip along towards the brown ball, never noticing the Mister Landmine's grin as he sensed her approach and saw the girl whose twin ponytails waved in the wind like a pair of flags.

SNAG!

"I GOT IT! I GOT IT!" Sylph called out, jumping up and down happily as she stuffed the relieved golf ball into her knapsack. But wait, what was that? Another Golf Ball in the distance, just beyond a wall of wrecked cars, waiting for Sylphee to grab it and return it to Missus Meryl Barrel?

As our girl skipped off towards the second orphaned golf ball, Mister Landmine started beeping, a sound that Syl had failed to notice due to her loud and happy humming.

3 seconds

Hopping up onto one of the hulk of a wrecked car, the red dress clad barely out her teens teenager took a tumble as her foot got stuck in the car's steering wheel.

"Ow! Ow ! Ow! That's not very nice!" She screamed at the car, trying to dislodge her combat boot from the wheel.

 2 seconds

"Let go would you?!?" She continued, unsuccessfully, to argue her way to freedom, her voice still filled with the gleefulness that had landed her into hot water time and time again.

 1 second

BOOOOOOM!

Mister Caravan Man smiled as yet another mushroom cloud blanketed the horizon in a cloud of dust and debris, sure that it had taken care of the if-she-didn't-open-her-mouth-he-would-have-found-her-quite-attractive girl.

"Well I think we can say 'the path is clear, move out' now." He said with a short lived laugh as he spotted the damnedest thing. There in the distance, was our girl, Sylph, flying through the air. Or rather the car that our girl was still attached to was flying through the air.

"WHOOOOOAAAAA!!!!" Echoed the girl's scream of amusement as she rode the slowly rotating car towards its landing point, the window of a house that was being occupied by one Johnny Truant, a couple of Robed Ghouls and a couple of wire headed mutants. 270[sup]o[/sup] later, the bottom of the heap merged with the side of the house, breaking through the walls that had withstood the winds of a nuclear blast and finally came to a rest next to an altar.

"THAT WAS AWESOME!!!" Sylph screamed as she finally managed to free her ankle from the now mangled steering wheel, turning to face a probably surprised-that-anyone-had-survived-that-ordeal Mister Johnny Boom-Botty.

 

[maninahat]

Beryl and the others listened to the sounds of gunfire and bad puns, issuing from the nearby house.

She suddenly became concious of how long ago it was since she last cleaned out her Thompson.

"Do you think we should look inside?" asked the Caravan Master, "Someone could be in real trouble."

Beryl absent-mindedly massaged her temple with a single bony finger.

"Well, it would be somewhat risky, and it might use up a couple of bullets....So no."

Before Beryl's opinion could be taken into account though, there was another series of huge explosions coming from the distance. The Caravan Master was the first to spot it. That blue haired idiot - the one who hadn't stopped talking ever since they first picked her up - was tumbling through the air, riding atop the fiery wreck of a car. Beryl's eyes widened.

"What the blue fu-?"

Her voice was drowned out by a tremendous crash, as the car and girl crunched straight through the side of the house.

"Well that's done it!"

Beryl swung the Thompson off of her back, gave the thing a rattle to see if it was still in one piece, and hobbled off towards the wreckage.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

She was content to stand there, awaiting further orders, pleased that she had contributed somehow.

That is, until Barry spoke up, then she started to worry. His words had greatly unsettled her and she turned to him without a moment's hesitation, "You not only fought alongside FalloutBob, but you actually met Number One?" she paused briefly and her voice trailed off, "That would make you an asset..."

Unfortunately, she could not control the fierce glare that she had fixed on Barry, "FalloutBob was the man responsible for destroying Springvale, my home, and killing my father, Isaac."

She sighed heavily, choosing her next words carefully, she considered confessing her true status in front of everyone, yet the more she thought about it. The more she believed it to be a bad idea. The Elder would know soon enough and Lucy wished for her status to be turned into a thorn in the Enclave's side at some point.

A glimmer of hope had appeared in form of a voice that belonged to her favourite and only Undertaker she ever knew.

"I believe that for us to get to this Doctor with a minimal amount of casualties, a bit of subterfuge might be required."

She looked up, endearingly, at the rather dapper Undertaker, "I'm inclined to agree with the respected Undertaker here. Deception can go a long way. We'll avoid unnecessary attention from the Enclave and fighting our way out, once we're in, will be easier than storming the place blind and raising defences."

"And if the brahmin poop hits the fan. I'm sure Frank can come up with one of his plans." she waved over at Frank, she still wasn't sure whether they were on good terms or not.

Briefly turning back to Barry, she gave him a hopeful smile and wink, "We get to fight the real villains this time."

Lucy summed up the situation between her and Barry specifically. It looks like the Elder has two Enclave assets at her disposal. They both have a bone to pick with the Enclave, with them none the wiser. They could attack from a different angle. Get to the Enclave from the inside. Yet that was a plan for another time...

Her thoughts were concluded with a malicious smile.

 

[The Harkinator]

William was now following the captain, walking willingly towards a bomb collar. Perhaps not so willingly considering the other options. Right now part of his brain was giving him a lecture, 'You idiot, you stupid moron. How did you get us into this situation? Bomb collar = bad. Remember what explosions do to the human body at that range? Remember the corpse of that man with the mine? That is going to be you!'

Walking out of the interrogation room down a corridor to another room, the captain leading the way, flanked by soldiers. This was not good, 'Think of the positives, you're not going to die... right now. They're not planning on detonating the collar or they'd have just killed you. Besides, it has a two way transceiver, maybe it works like a radio, maybe you can contact them. This is better than stumbling blind through the place, a direct link to someone who knows the layout! Much better than the original plan!'

Try as he might, William could feel no optimism about the changes to the plan. Because while they hadn't killed him yet they could easily kill him once he was done, they might give him something to do and kill him later. William decided to speak up, "So this collar, does it allow you to speak to me and me to you?"

By this time Evan and Dudley would have finished their part of the job and should be back at the campsite, wondering where William was.

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The answer to those three points are no, no and yes. No Evan and Dudley hadn't finished their part of the job because they might be getting a completely different kind of job. No they were no back at the campsite and yes they were wondering where William was. They were thinking similar things to William, that he may have completed his part of the mission and made it out alive, that he was waiting for them at the campsite wondering where they were. Since there had been no signs of alert neither Evan nor Dudley had cause to worry for him. Worrying for themselves was another matter altogether.

Dudley had heard what he wanted to hear, Evan catching up, getting a chance to leave this place. He had blocked out the sounds of Fallout Jack approaching too. Then six soldiers with Super Sledges stood before him in a perfect line. They could have been statues with the perfect precision they stood with. But they weren't, those hammers could easily crush Dudley's chest or smash his skull to pieces with one swipe.

Now it seems Fallout Jack is not the man you refuse, or walk away from twice and survive. So when he suggests you go to a guard station to be processed, and maybe do a little favour for him then you do it. Evan set an obedient pace behind Fallout Jack and Dudley fell into step beside him.

Though all Dudley could think about when he heard the word processed he remembered a derelict meat processing plant he had entered as a kid. Having so many brothers and sisters there was always someone to play with and always someone to suggest a dare. Dudley was not known for making trouble but some of his siblings were. One of them had dared a 5 year old Dudley to get into one of the nearby ruins. He, three brothers and one sister were able to sneak out of town and get to the ruins. After building a tower to get in through a broken window Dudley was confronted with a horrifying sight for a little boy: Meat hooks and skeletons. Animal skeletons strewn about the floor and some still hanging from hooks as they had done for almost two centuries. The stench was awful but the sight was worse. Screaming, Dudley had run further into the ruin and been confronted with similar sights. The one word of every sign he could remember was 'Processing' and associated that word with the horrific scenes. Now, it was all he could think of, except this time he saw his own body on those meat hooks and saw Enclave soldiers tearing him up with rippers. Dudley could feel his stomach churning at the thought of it.

Then he stumbled on the ground and fell onto all fours, vomiting as he did so. Some of it splashed onto his own arms, some onto Evan but none onto Fallout Jack. Dudley could feel Evan's hand on his shoulder as he was sick again.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Snip. Also, you don't have to do the blue color thing. Only I do. You can if you like though.

Johnny heard a ringing succession of explosions heading his way.

"What the fuck?" he shouted in a panicky voice as he jumped out the window. He rolled for a bit after hitting the ground. Once his head stopped spinning, he noticed the group in front of him.

"Who the hell are you people?" he said, then noticed that the cultists weren't giving up, "Wait no, we should just get the fuck out of here... now. No time to explain."

With that, Mr. Truant ran away from Minefield and as far away from the ruined house, grabbing the nearest person and trying to drag them along with him.

 

[RobDaBank]

There was a bright flash, bright even through his tightly closed eyelids. A screech followed as the sound of the beast thumping the building stopped. He opened his eyes and let them adjust, waiting until the soldier came into view to see her running away. Probably to her friends that she had mentioned.

[Agility][Failure] There was no chance Wayne could outrun the beast, nor could he keep up with the soldier. Stan had his dynamite, his Robobrain was god-knows-where with the rest of his kit. All he had was his rifle, revolver and the piece of crap 10mm pistol.

Peering round the debris he could see the damage the soldier had done to the creatures face. The eye was partially exposed now, and didn't look to be working well. A well placed explosive could do some serious damage by now. But, of course, a lack of explosions meant that was out of the question. The creature had stopped thrashing and was shaking off the pain from the attack, looking for the source. It turned to see the soldier, she had made some ground now, but Wayne didn't think that would matter much.

He thought back to his father, how he had always taught him to take his time, assess the situation, never go in all guns blazing.

[Abominable][Success!] Years of killing abominations taught him they all had weaknesses, just because this creature was big made it no different. The left eye was probably unusable, creating a handy blind spot on the left side. "Keep to its left, it has a blind spot!" He called after the soldier as loud as he could. Despite the fact she was a little abrasive, he decided it still in his best interests to help her, even if he did want to slap her upside the head.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

For a day that had started with little promise of anything other than Sylph being stuck wandering the Wastelands by herself without a single soul to spend time with, things had taken a decided turn for the better, in Sylph's opinion. First, she had met with Mister Caravan Man and Missus Meryl Barrel, a pair of Wastelanders who had been kind enough to offer our girl dressed in red escort to Megaton. If that wasn't already awesome enough, Mister Caravan Man seemed to take a shining to our blue haired girl when he suggested that they play Grab-the-golf-balls-for-Missus Meryl Barrel. And if that wasn't already the makings of the most Awesome day EVER!, Sylph was able to ride a car through the wall of a house where she met Mister Raggedy Pants. This was indeed the most awesomest day that had ever dawned on our lovely lovely girl.

Most people however, would have viewed being launched into the air by Mister Landmine, crashing into the side of Mister House and now being dragged through the streets of Minefield by Mister Raggedy Pants, as hitting rock bottom. Of course, not everyone had the positively positive attitude that our girl, Sylph, had and not everyone would have been smiling and laughing the way our girl was at that very moment as Mister Raggedy Pants tried his best to keep her from dragging him back towards Missus Meryl Barrel.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Mister! Mister! Mister! Mister! Mister! We have to go back for Missus Meryl Barrel and Mister Caravan Man! They're really really really really nice! Hey Mister! Mister! Mister! Mister!" The girl-who-Mister Raggedy Pants-would-soon-discover-just-didn't-shut-the-hell-up said as she tried to run back in the direction of Missus Meryl Barrel and Mister Caravan Man.

Try as she might however, she just couldn't quite get her new friend to go back to meet her other friends. It was also kind of rude of him not to introduce her to his friend back at the house that they were leaving in the dust.

"Hey Mister! Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends? The ones that were knocking at your door? Shouldn't we go back and at least tell them that we're leaving? Where are we going, Mister? Hey Mister! Maybe they were bringing you presents!" Our girl said happily as she tried to figure out how to convince her new friend to go back from whence they came.

As they continued through the yards and streets of Minefield it became apparent that there was another issue lurking about. The issue that there were more of Mister Landmine's friends hanging out around the town doing whatever it was the landmines did while they were sitting around waiting to get stepped on and the fact that Sylph hadn't picked up all of Missus Meryl Barrel's golf balls. Speaking of Golf balls, Sylphee realized that she wasn't wearing her Knapsack.

"Oh noes! Hey Mister! We need to stop! I think I dropped my bag back at the house!" She said she planted both her combat boots firmly into the ground, causing Mister Raggedy Pants to stop suddenly, a little too suddenly.

Back at the house, Mister Caravan Man watched as the dammit-she's-going-to-be-coming-back-this-way-isn't-she woman spun her potential kidnapper around and then flip him onto his back. Quite a feat given that the stranger appeared to have the size and weigh advantage on her. What was even more surprising to Mister Caravan Man was when he spotted our happy girl's pony tails waving in the air and her bringing back her friends.

Friends?

Yes! Friends! As Mister Raggedy Pants fell onto his back, Sylphee noticed the shiny object that laid between his legs; the shiny object being one of Minefield's many residents; the shiny object being something that would have made an excellent addition to Sylphee's collection.

Dragging the man back towards the house with Mister Landmine nestled in her arms, our blue haired wonder girl didn't notice the golf ball that was sitting in her path, just outside the hole in the side of the house. A golf ball that was probably jealous of Syl's new friends and a golf ball that would do anything to get noticed.

"Hi Mister Caravan Man! Hi Missus Meryl Barrel! I brought a new fri-"

Oh dear. That wasn't good. As it turned out, Miss Golf ball was jealous of our blue eyed girl's newly discovered collector's edition landmine. How does a golf ball react to such a powerful emotion as envy? I'll tell you how, Miss Golf Ball tripped the young woman and sent her falling onto her rear end, her new prize flying through the air.

CRASH!

That was the sound of the landmine crashing through a window located just above the door that Mister Raggedy Pants' friends were knocking on.

Beep.....Beeep....Beep...Beep..Beep.BeepBeep

Hmm. This is probably not very health for the Ghouls on the other side of the door.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Johnny stared at his new... companion (apparently) and immediately started trying to work out how many kinds of parental abuse she'd had gone through to end up this damn crazy. Seriously, she was making the cultists look downright normal.


"If your friends are smart," he began with the patient tones of a teacher trying to explain something very simple to someone very simple, "They'll be running along with us in our general direction. You know... AWAY from the bloodthirsty ghouls and... Spike... things that are trying to kill everyone."

Truant smacked himself in the face and dragged his hand down it slowly. He could not believe the unending chain of rotten luck he'd had so far today. Wasn't even 10 o'clock yet.


Beep...Beeeep...Beep...Beep..Beep.BeepBeep...

BOOM!

"Well, that takes care of that problem," he said, before noticing that the Spikes had survived, "Oh fuck me," he grabbed his new... friend? I guess... and dived for cover, "Stay down!"

He started reloading his lever-action.

 

[maninahat]

Beryl winced as the landmine cleared out the nearby building. Not only had Sylph somehow survive the crash, she was going to get us all killed! Beryl thought angrily to herself. She wanted to pop Slyph full of lead, there and then, but then she noticed some stranger was trying to drag the jabbering loon into cover. Beryl turned towards where the new guy was looking, and brought the thompson to bear.

 

[Pink Gregory]

"Hello journal, it's me, Crawver."

"...Developments...So much in so little a window. I'm not certain that I can deal with...all of this. Though my belly is full, my joints are at ease, and above all I am in relative safety - for tonight anyway - I cannot relieve this shellshock in my mind. Rather predictable, really, for a scientist. How boring. How typical of me. Lay mercy at my door and I can't even muster the gratitude.

But I can sleep tonight. Perhaps that is enough. I'm not of a mind to chew it over. Gods...I can sleep. There's someone here with a gun, and he's not wanting for my hide, or my meat, or my posessions. I don't know, I can't muster the hubris for conventional wisdom now. Perhaps I will welcome it, if I am to die before I wake. I just hope they take her, too."

"Abe is still wailing about his 'tubes'. Found some, maybe they did, don't care, tired. Where next? I don't want to disappoint these lads..."

"Well, good night. Crawver signing off. Bless our fortune, long may it last."

*come on Udders, dear, it's been a long day.*

 

[TheDoctor455]

"Hey, you!" Johnny called out to the others that had apparently come with the strange girl, "Unless you want to get torn apart by a cult of ghouls and their pet super-mutants, you might want to take cover now!"


Too late. The surviving ghouls and super mutantish things were already starting to pick themselves and their weapons off the ground. The ghouls rushed at everyone, ready to hack away at them with knives, crowbars, cleavers, rippers, or whatever blunt object they could scrounge up. The super mutants started firing in random sprays with their laser rifles.

Johnny started firing at the nearest ghouls, hoping he didn't hit any of the humans present. Not like he needed to make any MORE enemies right now.

"Move damn it!" he yelled at them, "You're in my line of fire!"

It was then that Johnny noticed that his hands were shaking. The fear had gone away as soon as he left the house. No, this was Jet withdrawal.

Great, Johnny thought to himself, just fucking great.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

To say that what has happening in the house was a bit confusing would have been like saying that the Wasteland skies were brown or that peoples' opinions regarding Sylph was that she was rather off kilter and talkative. Translation: It was a madhouse in Mister Raggedy Pants' house.

On one end of the room, where the door that was barring the Robed Ghoulified Culties and their Super Mutant Buddies used to be, were the Robed Ghoulified Culties and their Super Mutant Buddies. In the middle of the room was Missus Meryl Barrel and Mister Caravan Man, their guns pointed at the Robed Ghoulified Culties and their Super Mutant Buddies. On the other side of the room was Sylph, who was being laid on top of by a rather shaky Mister Raggedy Pants.

"Hey Mister! [small]Hahaha![/small] You're kinda heavy! Hahaha! And your shaking is tickling me! HAHAHA! Could you please let me up? HAHAHA!" The girl in the red dress said as she tried, this way and that, to squirm out from underneath Mister Raggedy Pants. One could imagine that this was probably not very good for his aim as he pulled the trigger on Miss Lever Action Rifle.

BANG! Whizzzzzzz. CHUNK!

"Heeeeeey! HAHAHA! Nice shot Mister! HAHAHA" Our blue haired girl called out as the back of one of the Robed Ghoulified Culty's head exploded outwards messily in a messy mist of red. Miss Lever Action Rifle's bullet did have a habit of doing that when exiting body parts didn't it? What messy bullets Miss Lever Action Rifle's bullets were.

BANG! Whizzzzzzz. CHUNK!

"That was another HAHAHA! awesome shot Mister! Are you some kind of marksman?" Sylph said in true amazement as a Super Mutant Buddy went to the ground grabbing what was left of his naughty bits.

As suddenly as the crazy girl in red's squirming started, it stopped, Mister Raggedy Pants realized as he came to another realization. In his haste to steady himself his hand had latched onto something warm and soft, like a warm and soft pillow. A moment later, he found himself being rolled off of the girl as she sat up straight, arms crossed across her chest.

"[small]You should ask before you touch those Mister...[/small]" She whispered, her face red with embarrassment, as a streak of laser light impacted where her head had been, scorching the rough linoleum flooring.

 

[TheDoctor455]

"Sorry," Johnny yelled, taking his hand off, unsure how it got there or how he had ended up on top of the girl in the first place, "But we kind of have more pressing matters to deal with at the moment!"

He fired one more shot out at the nearest ghoul, which promptly fell down on its ass as its left leg splintered into reddish-purple bits. Mr. Truant dropped down below the sturdy-ish pile of garbage he'd been using for cover to start reloading his lever action rifle.


Really need to think of a name for this thing.

Snip. Mr. Raggedy Pants. Snip. Miss Lever Action Rifle. Snip.

Mr. Raggedy Pants? Really? That's what they come up with? Nothing to say about my tattoos? Or my horribly strung-out eyes? Or how stupidly thin I am? Nope. What do ladies always look at first? My pants apparently. (1) Its getting kind of annoying. I can never tell if they're trying to check out my ass or my junk... or both at the same time... somehow. I'm a person, not an object damn it! Seriously though, what is up with everyone fixating on the pants? Its not like there's even an interesting story behind their condition. Just wear and tear. Its not like my scars at all... which I've got about a million stories for. (2)

Johnny peeked out from cover before firing back at the remaining super mutants.

1. Ed: Don't look at me. I have no idea.
2. 802,701 to be exact. Maybe you'll get to hear them all. If you're unlucky.

 

[maninahat]

As the new guy and Sylph were getting comfortable, a wave of raging ghouls thundered out of the house. The new guy was making good head work with his rifle, and Sylph was providing a rolling commentary on everything as usual. With the gun at her hip, Beryl aimed towards the Ghouls and squeezed the trigger.

The Thompson leapt and jerked in her hands, much like an wild animal doing a Tommy gun impression. She gritted her teeth and squinted through the muzzle flash and noise, trying to ignore the pain of the gun slamming against her side. Things were going worse for the ghouls. A cone of destruction emanated from the Thompson, splintering woodwork, skipping off of the ground, and shattering through irradiated bodies. Without taking her finger off of the trigger, she hosed down everything that passed in front of her.

Eventually, after what seemed like a thousand bullets, there was a click, a silence, and a tinkle, as the last few brass cases skittered across the ground. Beryl stood stock still for a moment. Then she slapped in another magazine and pulled the trigger again.

Beryl wasn't sure how many she was actually hitting, and how many were being brought down by the new guy's lever rifle, but she continued to cut a hole through the side of the house. One more time, she let go of the trigger and waited for the smoke to clear so that she could inspect her handiwork. She glanced at the magazine - only enough left for a couple more bursts, and her last box of .45s was in her hand luggage, all the way over by the caravan. Damn.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The smoke clung to the air in the hole filled room like a ghost did and as the red dress clad girl peeked over a small pile of rubble, her mouth was agape with amazement at Missus Meryl Barrel's awesomeness and badassery. Even though Mister Tommy Gun was quite loud, it appeared that Miss Meryl Barrel and Mister Tommy Gun were quite the team as they had practically sawed the house into itty bitty teeny weenie little pieces. Oh and there were plenty of splatterized Robed Ghoulified Culties and their Super Mutant Buddies laying about like ketchup covered toys.

"Wow wee! That was super awesome Missus Meryl Barrel!" Sylph called out as the smoke cleared revealing the beautiful carnage for everyone to behold. Standing up from her hiding spot and making sure that her trademark blue pony tails were in place, Sylph walked towards Miss Meryl Barrel and Mister Caravan Man with her knapsack in hand. It took a moment of digging about but the girl finally found what it was that she was looking for.

"Here you go! I only got one of the golf balls you wanted me to look for but I think it's a pretty lucky one!" She said through her smiling lips, her eyes alight with what could only be described as severe and extreme pride in the fact that she had managed to save one of Miss Meryl Barrel's golf balls.

As the went to hand it the ball to its rightful owner, and mind you this was purely accidental, the girl in the red dress accidentally dropped the ball and watched as it rolled towards where the door and the Robed Ghoulified Culties and their Super Mutant Buddies used to be standing.

"I'll get it! I'll get it!" She said as she walked over to pick the errant ball, not noticing the two remaining Robed Ghoulified Culties that had managed to survive the vicious onslaught called Mister Raggedy Pants and Missus Meryl Barrel.

Swish! Thunk!

Whoops! An ax head buried itself deep into flesh, Robed Ghoulified Culty flesh but flesh none the less. In his haste to bring down the wrath of whatever god it was that these Robed Ghoulified Culties believed in, the Robed Ghoulified Culty with the ax never thought that he would miss the obviously brain damaged head of the girl in the red dress, who had suddenly bent down to pick up a golf ball of all things. He did miss though, very badly and the ax head buried itself deep into the second Robed Ghoulified Culty.

"I got it!" Sylphee called out once again as she turned suddenly, her knapsack spinning around with her like a battering ram caught the last of the Robed Ghoulified Culties and sent him flying, into an exposed water pipe that had been bent near horizontal by the wrecked car's impact.

CHUNK!

"Here you go Miss Meryl Barrel! I got your golf ball!" Sylph said with a radiant smile.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Johnny finished reloading and then checked the house with a quick glance. It looked empty. He looked again. It still looked empty. Guess the battle was over then. Johnny sat back down, facing away from the house, laid down his rifle near him, then he started fishing around in his satchel. He pulled out a hit of Jet and a box of mentats. He smoked the Jet and quickly scarfed down the entire box of mentats. Ahh... that's better.


The girl next to him was kind of cute now that he had a chance to take in his surroundings without being shot at. Weird, but sort of cute. Ehh... wouldn't work, if he was to be honest. (1)


"So," he started, "What's your name?"


1. Ed: He IS being honest here. Enjoy it while it lasts, children.

 

[maninahat]

Beryl slowly lowered the Thompson and took the ball from Sylph, eyeing her the whole time.

Who was this girl?

She gave the chatter box a nod and pocketed the ball.

There was a rattle as the stranger wolfed down packets of pills and inhaling jet like there was no tomorrow.

"So," he started, "What's your name?"

"Beryl," she said, making a mental note: DRUGGY. "This one is Sylph. And you?"