The Twisted Earth (Post-apocalyptic Role play) (Started - Closed)

[Chaos Incarnate]

Delrath turned toward Kreth surprised at the man's sudden barbaric tone "I think we won't kill each other, maybe we take turns with this one" Delrath turned back to Blake "You make many enemies in the wasteland" Delrath thumped his chest, "I make dead, no enemies that way" A sudden breeze passed Delrath that unmistakenly carried the scent of freshly spilled blood. Enemies Delrath hoped, they would satisfy his bloodlust and if in the confusion one of them were to die all the better.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe scoffed at man with his revealing of scars. Scars may have been a good way to keep track on what people have done to you but they compare nothing to the scars that you don't see. Instead Ashe turned to the mutant who seemed to have sensed something in the wind. Ashe is okay with ignoring the intolerant man for a while but maybe he could prove his usefulness later on.

"What do you smell?" Ashe asked the hulking mutant.

 

[Chaos Incarnate]

Delrath leaned in close to Ashe and breathed deep before whispering to her, "Girl I smell blood and fire, when it happens... It will happen fast, find me or put your back to a wall if you want to live, the others don't need to know" Delrath leaned back and lightly touched his nose before clenching his fists and closing his eyes.

 

[Emurlahn]

"Well," Gear relaxed "That sounds quite practical. And I'm just glad it's not gonna get me killed." He pushed the goggles back over his eyes and examined the crack in the cannon.
"Lucky." He let out a small sigh of relief. "The crack is only a dent in the exterior chamber." He found forth a hammer and some other tools. "The only effect it would have had was lessening the power, and made it impossible to re-load."

"See, it was caused by this slight dent here." He pointed at a connection just beside the crack. "But it should be no problem to fix it." He started working carefully with the small hammer. "And I would have discovered it when I tried to re-load, as all the steam would just have sizzled out through it." He put one of the tools inside the barrel and hammered a little with it, and then started removing the bolts holding the barrel and the steam-chamber. He made sure that the chamber was undamaged before putting it down, with the entrance downwards, not showing of the elaborate mechanism of the weapon.

He finished working quite fast. The he found a vial from inside his pouch and poured some green liquid on where the crack had been, just a few drops was enough to seal what was left of the crack. The metal made a slight sound, as if merging and the crack was gone, he then tightened some bots at the connection where the crack had been.

After putting the vial with the green liquid back in the pouch he found a much larger vial containing some oil. He put a few drops on a brass ball and put it in the barrel, then he held for the two openings, making sure that it passed effortlessly through; then he reconnected the chamber and the barrel. "Thank you for noting it out though." He smiled sightly at Mortis. "Saved me some time."

He pushed his goggles up, and exchanged the lenses to the light-degrading ones again. Then he started put all his things back into it's various pockets and pouches. The liquid pouch and the lightning-gun was put in the rucksack, the steam-cannon was connected to his belt, the powder-gun was put in a holster under his coat, and the lightning-rod he paced on the floor, resting his left hand on it.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe's grip on her seat tightened and what the hulking mutant said to her resonated deeply inside. Ashe had seen how some bandits worked, how they attacked, and the aftermath that followed but it never grew on her. The screams of women and children was something that was hard to get used to even if you've seen it a dozens of time before.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure we can handle it..." Ashe said to the console the group but most importantly to console herself.

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus laughed to himself after hearing her words. "There's a reason Balthazaar had me bound so heavily." Marcus turned to look at her. "He's scared of what I can do. He didn't tell you what it cost him to capture me, did he?" His grin told it all, though he may have only been young, this was a man not to be fucked with. "If there is anything out there, it's more scared of me than anything else..." He laughed to himself as he continued to drive, following fords truck carefully along the deserted highway.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Blake chuckled at the mutant with his eyes covered. "Ok, I'll bite, I haven't had much conversation with mutants in a long time but I'll humour you, Night-Eye." He cleared his throat quietly and placed his hands together, fingers arched. "You could say I know about the Crucible. You could say I know about the danger you pose. You could say," He sighed, a knowing smile on his face, "that I know how well your kind bleeds."

Reaching behind him, Blake grabbed a canteen of water and slowly undid the lid as he continued. "Unfortunately, I've never been inside the Crucible. I know a few guys who have though," He paused, taking a short gulp of water, relishing in the cool dampness flowing down his throat. "But those guys never came out." Shrugging, Blake threw the sealed canteen over his shoulder. "Over time I learnt not to bother. I lost a lot of men to your kind, Night-Eye." Staring straight at the cloth covering the mutant's eyes, Blake pictured the voracious gaze of the Crucible mutants, a gaze he longed to see eradicated from this twisted earth.

Blake's gaze was torn away as the huge, rock-skinned mutant addressed him in broken English. "I never thought I'd ever find myself agreeing with a dumb Pebble-Dasher but dead enemies are much better than living ones." Like Rico, for instance. He nodded slowly at Delrath, "that's right...I know of your kind too."

 

[Chaos Incarnate]

"We are many yet few, we are strongest, we are executioners, we are KALORIK" Delrath roared. To him talking so much was strange, you could learn more from just watching how someone fights or what they smell like. This man bothered him, clearly he knew who he was yet he showed no fear, a good quality Delrath silently decided. He will still die before this is over wheither by my hands crushing his skull or anothers skill Delrath thought

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Unflinching from the Kalorik's blood-curdling roar, Blake scratched his nose. "Yeah...you guys are a nightmare. Another tribe I've learnt to postpone killing." He smiled mockingly at the huge mutant, daring him to make a move. Adjusting the grimy scarf around his neck, Blake sighed and turned to the window.

The dark land outside the truck was trundling by, scrap and rubble giving the mangled roads a treacherous quality. Turning his eyes upwards, Blake examined the stars and wondered - not for the first time - at their beauty.

"Driver," he suddenly rasped, "When do we get there?" Blake could feel himself getting restless already, talking with the abominations had disgusted him but he was good at adapting. Adapting was something he had learnt to do at a very young age. It was vital to staying alive in the waste.

And I will survive in order to see Rico dead, He thought angrily, hands clenching into fists.

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus kept looking at the road. "when we get there." He reached for the radio and clicked the button. "Ford, how much longer until we reach the 162?" A rattle of static blurted out of the radio. "Willows is just about a mile up, we'll turn off here, hit the dirt and turn back onto the 162 later. I ain't taking us no closer to willows!"

Marcus yelled to the back. "You get that? 'Bout half way to Glenn." The truck lurched to the side, and began to chug across the dirt, it bounced much harder than on the cracked roads, the suspension barely taking the force of the terrain.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Blake grunted as the truck lurched down the terrible road, body shuddering from the vibrations. "Yup, definitely stay away from Willows if you don't need to go there," he called to the driver. "I had a job there a few years ago. As much as I'd hate to admit it, I'd rather not go back in a hurry."

Pausing, Blake recalled the grotesque parodies of man reduced to primitivism thanks to the fear and influence of mutants. "The people there are almost as disgusting and sinful as these heathen mutants!" He exclaimed, waving a finger at Kreth and Delrath.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis examined with great detail the wound around his index finger while the older man spoke of his weapon. He had a fast metabolism, yes. But he couldn't heal cuts at will, it would take days before the flesh properly grew in place. Until then he had to settle with a seal, it would be enough for now.

Despite his attention being elsewhere Mortis had a knack for taking in details. Not a word of Gear's explanation had been missed, or an action for that matter. Gear had knowingly masked certain mechanisms of the weapon in his brief tutorial.

Hiding the important parts are we?

Mortis gave a slight chuckle before returning to his supplies, as he did he noted the apparent mutant slayer's ramblings. Something about heathens and all other sorts of nearly religious nonsense. One particular mental note he made was the large scar down the left side of his head. It indicated a deep gash but the tissue around the wound's remnant was contradictory to this deduction, it was minimal and indicated a healing process that must have occurred over a very short amount of time.

I wonder if I'll get to dissect that one?

The thought made Mortis giddy with excitement.

 

[Dectomax]

The early morning sun was creeping up over the horizon, the light spreading long, strange shadows across the wasteland. Ahead, lay an old bridge, crossing a canyon. A burned out car was left to one side, rust creeping over the skeletal remains of the vehicle. Fords truck began to cross the bridge, with Marcus following close behind. The bridge was roughly thirty metres long. The Sun was shining directly into Marcus's view.

 

[Emurlahn]

Gear moved the goggles down in front of his eyes, the bright morning sun was softened by the heavy azure-blue lenses. He looked out the window of the truck, in the distance there was a couple of small clouds, but nothing else.
At the horizon a dark mas could be seen, some cones of smoke rising from the middle of it.
"Willows." Gear whispered. A shutter went through his body, and he clenched tightly at the lightning-rod.

He turned around and looked towards the other side. Nothing, just wasteland as far as the eyes stretched. He turned towards Marcus, "Is there a bottle of water here?". He didn't really want to do it this way, but as no-one had offered him a boiler he would have to use the reserve method.

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus looked around the dashboard, he found a small bottle of purified water lying in one of the compartments. Reaching to pick it up, he noticed something at the end of the bridge. A large truck, similar to the one he was driving pulled out and blocked the exit. Looking in the rear view mirror, the same happened behind.

A loud, deafening crack, like a clap of thunder echoed around the canyon and a huge chuck of the bonnet was torn from Marcus's truck. Then, three more people, dressed in leather armour appeared from the back of the truck. With a rattle they opened fire. Rounds connected with the trucks, smashing windows and tearing through the metal.

Marcus ducked, as the first round tore through the truck. "Fuck! Large round, possibly a light fifty!" Marcus put his foot down and accelerated forward, watching as Ford done the same.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe took cover amidst the hail of bullets ripping around her. Ashe then looked over for a target for only a brief second. She sees one of the men firing at the vehicle. Ashe fires a burst from her MP7 as the cars started to move again. She sees one of the rounds nail the man in the shoulder, satisfied she goes back into cover.

 

[Dectomax]

The men looked to see where the shot had come from and opened fire with their rifles, they let of a quick succession of bursts. The trucks were being peppered with rounds. Out of nowhere, again, a thunderous boom rang out. Tearing through the side door and barely missing Marcus. Fords truck smashed into the barricade and it's wheels began to spin as he tried to push it out of the way.

From the back, more rounds began flying about as machine gun fire rattled away.

 

[Emurlahn]

Gear threw himself to the floor as the fight began. "Damnit!" He shouted loudly. "This is why I wanted a damned boiler!" He looked out at the attackers, the long distance made him virtually useless in this fight. "This is not my day." He mumbled. "Does anyone have some spare gunpowder?" He looked at the others. "Someone?" He looked at them again, the few who heard him seamed to not have any, at least there was no real response.

"Will have to fucking improvise then." He found fort the pouch with vials. He mixed four different liquids together, they sizzled sightly as they mixed. He put some hearing-protection into his ears, and then loaded the powder-gun with the liquid and a bullet, and then continued to fire it in short succession.

The explosion rang in Gear's ears, he could hardly imagine how it felt for the people not wearing hearing protection. An excessive amount of smoke tumbled out of the gun, and the ground a few meter from the gun-mouth was clearly scorched, with some marks of shredding. The explosion had been violent enough to break the bullet, which had splintered into tiny pieces.

Gear examined the gun, it seamed to be undamaged, which was lucky enough, but he was not doing that again. The enemy wasn't damaged very much either, except for the loud explosion and the fireball that might have shocked them a little, and a guy clutching his shoulder, most likely from someone else's fire. "Well, not doing that again." Gear said silently.

 

[Chaos Incarnate]

"Your mine" Delrath roared leaping from the truck, Delrath charged one of the men attacking them, he was lucky to die quickly as Delrath's hand sunk into the man's face tearing it off. Hot blood sprayed everywhere and in a bloodlust Delrath roared "LEAVE YOUR CONTRAPTIONS WE FIGHT OR DIE NOW" before heaving the corpse of the men at the remaining two men dressed in leather. Delrath charged arms in a crossed formation to protect from bullets, he was not bulletproof but the bones on his arms would be better protection than anything.

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus looked at the rear view mirror, the men behind were starting to advance, putting the occasional round done at the truck. "Oh no you did not just hit my truck!" Marcus stepped out of the vehicle. "Someone get this truck moving!" He yelled back as he began to move towards the raiders on the rear of the bridge. "You like that? How the fuck do you like it? Leave MY truck alone!" Each pause was broken with a burst from his Steyr Aug, the rounds tore through the first man, dissecting him. Seeing there friend butchered by precise machine gun fire the other two faltered.