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by Elerian » Mon Jan 12, 2015 5:43 pm
by Conglomerate of Iron » Mon Jan 12, 2015 6:46 pm
Elerian wrote:Mayor Gregor Bolden
Providence
“This doesn't fly in my fucking city, you dig? I’m going to personally string this bastard up by his balls when you find em. And he better still be kicking or so help me god . . .” Gregor let that hang in the air as he eyed each and every bounty hunter in the crowd before him. The Providence Plugger as the locals called him was a murderer who’d been plaguing the city for almost a year now. But this case was now personal for Mayor Gregor, the bastard had killed one of his sons. Ezra, Gregor's second child, had been the thirteenth victim, but he would also be the last if Gregor had anything to say about it.
“Well what the fuck are you waiting for? Find that scumbag, and bring him to me alive.” Gregor glared as a dozen or so men and women scurried hurriedly out of the room. Gregor walked over to his desk and rubbed his temples. Suddenly he slammed his fist into the table, and a few moments later reached for a bottle of scotch hidden in his desk. He nearly had a heart attack when his secretary's voice came through the intercom.
“Mr. Mayor, I have a Miss Tamerlane at the front desk asking for you. She’s a rep from Nightshade.”
Fuck, just when I was about to leave this shithole behind. He pressed a button and replied “send her up, but search her first.”
Gregor walked over to his mirror and combed his hair back into place. Once it was presentable he walked back to his desk and hid the scotch for later. Gregor had never met Tamerlane in person. The city had always sent a liaison to deal with her, and her goons, but it would seem she needed to see him. He had no doubt that she wanted a piece of the 800 caps the city was offering, but she was a goon for hire, not a trained detective. Regardless, he wouldn’t turn down any help, couldn’t turn down any help.
by Ontorisa » Mon Jan 12, 2015 7:04 pm
by Tayner » Mon Jan 12, 2015 7:36 pm
by Ralnis » Mon Jan 12, 2015 8:33 pm
by Neo-Chicago » Mon Jan 12, 2015 8:50 pm
by Elerian » Mon Jan 12, 2015 10:09 pm
by Fascist Russian Empire » Mon Jan 12, 2015 10:37 pm
by SaintB » Mon Jan 12, 2015 10:47 pm
Ontorisa wrote:Snip
by SaintB » Tue Jan 13, 2015 12:33 am
by Chrysaor » Tue Jan 13, 2015 4:09 am
by Tayner » Tue Jan 13, 2015 5:12 am
Fascist Russian Empire wrote:Victor Robinson,
L'Auberge Casino
Victor hadn't won very much at the casino. After about an hour of playing blackjack, winning some and losing some, Victor's winnings amounted to a whopping fifty caps; it was enough to buy a few bottles of bourbon, but it really was an insignificant amount, especially when compared to just how much it cost to buy high quality equipment. However, that didn't really bother Victor, since he was really just playing to pass the time more than anything. It was obviously going to be a while before the rest of the Enclave's expedition to Louisiana finally decided to show up, and Victor figured he might as well waste time indulging in his vices. He was interrupted, however, at the arrival of a less than impressive looking man in ordinary combat armor; to Victor, he was just another random local coming up to say something stupid. Victor didn't like to stereotype, but he was really starting to feel like everybody in the Louisiana wasteland had been living under a rock of ignorance their whole lives.
"The hell do you want? Unless you have business with the Enclave, I suggest you find somebody else's time to waste." Victor said to Gunny as he approached him, irritation evident in his voice. Anywhere else, people would fear the sight of vertibirds in the sky, and the presence of the Enclave would strike fear directly into the hearts and minds of its enemies; the Enclave was tough, even in spite of the defeats against the NCR and the destruction of the Poseidon Oil Rig, and every Enclave soldier was the equivalent of dozens of Caesar's legionaries or NCR troopers. The fact that virtually everyone Victor had met had no idea who the hell the Enclave was greatly irritated the infinitely loyal and patriotic soldier, and he was really starting to get a negative impression of the people in the Louisiana Wasteland.
by Chrysaor » Tue Jan 13, 2015 7:27 am
by Ralnis » Tue Jan 13, 2015 9:03 am
by SaintB » Tue Jan 13, 2015 1:42 pm
by Krugmar » Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:16 pm
by Fascist Russian Empire » Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:26 pm
by Conglomerate of Iron » Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:31 pm
Elerian wrote:Mayor Gregor Bolden
Providence
A trained politician could tell when someone was putting on airs, but it was almost refreshing seeing someone address him with some sort of normality. Gregor’s frown dissipated and when he saw Tamerlane’s gift, he thought he could nearly faint. This lady really knew her business, but that also unsettled Gregor more than it should have. He gave the woman a warm smile and told her to take a seat in front of his desk as he readily accepted her gift.
Taking a quick peek at the bottle he could tell this lady hadn’t skimped either. Not like those damnable cheapskates from Defiance. Setting the bottle aside, Gregor studied Tamerlane a moment before talking.
“Times have been difficult for not only our great city, but also for its humble servant. I lost a son to the bastard Providence Plugger.” Gregor paused a moment out of grief, then continued. “I don’t mean to be rude, but if it’s a contract you’re looking for, there’s always more Defiance Grunts to be shot, but you’ll have to take it up with one of my associates down at the military headquarters. But, I take it that’s not why you’re here. What exactly do you want Miss Tamerlane?” Gregor asked with genuine interest.
by Ontorisa » Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:32 pm
by Tayner » Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:42 pm
Fascist Russian Empire wrote:Victor Robinson,
L'Auberge Casino
Victor's irritation grew when the man asked if he was in the Brotherhood of Steel. "Not only am I not part of the Brotherhood of Steel, the Brotherhood is one of my most hated enemies, rivaled only perhaps by the God damn New California Republic. I'm with the Enclave; we are descended directly from America's pre-war government, and we have two simple goals, to restore pre-war America and to get rid of the mutants and ghouls. We've been fighting the Brotherhood for decades, and they are one of our biggest enemies. Here's a word of advice, never, and I mean never associate the Enclave with the Brotherhood of Steel, and never speak well of the Brotherhood in front of an Enclave member. As for my armor, it's called power armor, one of the Enclave's many technological advantages; you aren't going to find anybody with weapons or armor more advanced than the Enclave. Even the Brotherhood of Steel lags in comparison to us." Victor explained less than enthusiastically.
"As for your offer of a poker game, I really prefer blackjack to poker, anyway." Victor finished, resisting the temptation to say something unpleasant to the man. Victor hated the Brotherhood of Steel with a fiery passion, and anybody suggesting that he was part of the Brotherhood made him exceptionally angry. The only people Victor hated more than the Brotherhood was the NCR, although it was definitely a close match between the BoS and the NCR. Victor despised both groups to the point where he wished Caesar's Legion would wipe the NCR off the map, then proceed to hunt down the Brotherhood and slaughter them to the last man, and he wasn't afraid to say it. Victor actually held a rather high opinion of Caesar's Legion; as far as the Enclave veteran was concerned, anyone who was an enemy of both the NCR and the Brotherhood was a friend of his.
by SaintB » Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:55 pm
Ontorisa wrote:snippy snip
by Fascist Russian Empire » Tue Jan 13, 2015 4:09 pm
Tayner wrote:"I've heard of the NCR, and brotherhood. They've yet to wrong me, so I have no quarrel with them. But as for the enclave, if they all act like you, they would all be dicks. It's rude to refuse a game, and pre war America fucked up allready."
by Ontorisa » Tue Jan 13, 2015 4:09 pm
SaintB wrote:Ontorisa wrote:snippy snip
For Rocky's part all he needed to do was flex his finger, three short pulls of the trigger of the weapon leveled at the remaining assailant's chest sent rounds into the left and right lungs, and his heart for a quick and clean execution. Rocky kicked the man's corpse hard to make sure he was dead and without a word walked up to the first man the hunter has shot to unload the contents of a shell into his skull just to ensure he was also dead. Now as Rocky turned to the hunter he didn't point his carbine at him but he didn't lower it either; just a safety precaution on his own part while he watched the hunter knife the last survivor in the chest quite viciously. He broke the silence between them while the man they had slain gurgled out the last of his air, "Was all that really necessary? I thought I was building quite the rapport with them and before long they'd be apologizing and carrying that kill for you."
When the last casualty ceased kicking he poked his foot with the barrel of the rifle he was wielding to test for a reaction. Yep, dead.
by SaintB » Tue Jan 13, 2015 4:54 pm
Ontorisa wrote:SaintB wrote:For Rocky's part all he needed to do was flex his finger, three short pulls of the trigger of the weapon leveled at the remaining assailant's chest sent rounds into the left and right lungs, and his heart for a quick and clean execution. Rocky kicked the man's corpse hard to make sure he was dead and without a word walked up to the first man the hunter has shot to unload the contents of a shell into his skull just to ensure he was also dead. Now as Rocky turned to the hunter he didn't point his carbine at him but he didn't lower it either; just a safety precaution on his own part while he watched the hunter knife the last survivor in the chest quite viciously. He broke the silence between them while the man they had slain gurgled out the last of his air, "Was all that really necessary? I thought I was building quite the rapport with them and before long they'd be apologizing and carrying that kill for you."
When the last casualty ceased kicking he poked his foot with the barrel of the rifle he was wielding to test for a reaction. Yep, dead."The Front", Northern Louisiana
Standing up and brushing off the dirt that clung to his olive shirt, whose sleeves came down to his elbows, which was good for hunting and such, Monet looked up at the man.
"It was, they're poachers I'm sure. They would've killed us the moment we let our guard down no matter what." Looking over at the dead man's corpse, Monet spat on him before kicking his side hard. "Pretty sure they've been following me too, I just got so caught up on this Backcush."
Looking at the dead bear-like creature's body, its overturned chest was riddled with four bullet holes. It was ruined. The amount of meat Monet had managed to get would probably earn him 12 to 15 caps. Shaking his heads, he looked back at the dead body before picking the man's pistol up. He might as well sell it since the man wouldn't need it anymore.
"Want to help me scavenge some caps from these guys? Grab their weapons and toss them down here. You can loot those guys up there." Monet looked around before continuing. "Welcome to the Front."
Stepping down in front of the Backcush, Monet picked up the beige bag that held the pieces of meat he had cut off. He emptied the contents onto the ground before going over to the pistol man and taking his ammunition and few caps that he had and putting them into the bag.
"Well man, what's your name anyways since you just saved both my career as a hunter, my gear and my life?" Monet asked without looking up, continuing to go through the dead man's pockets.
by Tayner » Tue Jan 13, 2015 5:18 pm
Fascist Russian Empire wrote:Tayner wrote:"I've heard of the NCR, and brotherhood. They've yet to wrong me, so I have no quarrel with them. But as for the enclave, if they all act like you, they would all be dicks. It's rude to refuse a game, and pre war America fucked up allready."
Victor Robinson,
L'Auberge Casino
"How dare you insult the Enclave? Nobody insults the Enclave in front of me and lives to tell the tale. It it weren't for the fact that I don't want to get kicked out of this place, you'd already be dead. That fact is the only reason I'm not killing you right here and now for having the audacity to talk shit about the Enclave; however, if you don't apologize, right fucking now, I will wait until you leave and then I'll kill you. Nobody fucks with the Enclave and gets away with it." Victor said, menacingly, to the man next to him. First, he had the nerve to suggest that Victor was in the Brotherhood of Steel, then he had the audacity to not only ignore the crimes committed by the NCR and Brotherhood, but also to outright insult the Enclave. Needless to say, Victor was angry, to the point where he was literally planning on killing the punk; it might give him a bad reputation, but what the hell were the locals going to do about it? Nothing, save for the Brotherhood of Steel showing up, was going to stand in Victor's way.
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