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Post by Neurotick on Feb 26, 2012 20:30:47 GMT -5
Gothe had been standing in the corner closest to Alexander. She looked at anything that so much as moved with a terrifying snarl, but made a concerted effort not to brutally maim anyone, much as she may have wanted to. It was too complicated in large settlements. People would get angry at you for killing someone, even though they deserved it, talking about things like "laws" and "justice" and other concepts of little value. Then they'd talk about "stealing" when you took what was now rightfully yours and it was back to laws and justice and bullshit again.
She didn't bother listening in on the conversation the kid was having. More of this little schemes and plans, probably. As long as they didn't involve her directly she didn't give a damn what the kid was doing. If he messed up then she would have something to say in the matter, but he hadn't messed up yet.
In fact, when she noticed the "signal," she decided he was doing a pretty good job of whatever he had planned, because it meant the got to put another useless sod out of her misery.
She approached the table from the side, pushing the kid out of the way. She slammed her boot onto the table and leaned in to give Mr. Burke an intense glare.
"Hey, you know what? You two dipshits talk too much. You got something in your bag-a-tricks that can shut your mouth good and proper? Cos I do." Gothe pulled out her nailboard and slammed it onto the table in the same way she had done with her foot. "I think it'll work on your problem just fine."
Gothe lifted her nail board up and swung it down to Mr. Burke's head. A clean, efficient, and deadly swing. No point in making the poor idiot suffer.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Feb 26, 2012 20:51:01 GMT -5
"Ugh, no better than the Lantern. I... I guess Moira's place otherwise I might be out of luck."
Kenny did not make a reality Gob's fears because he was simply too concerned with finding a drink it seemed, feverishly turning over the layout of the town in his mind and thinking of what places left would have an available drink. He distinctly did not want to break into his own personal supply, preferring to save that for an emergency or when he was out exploring.
"Wh-whoah! What the shit?!"
He was brought back to reality by the brutal assault on the suited man in the next room by the other occupants. He presumed the kid had something to do with it as well given that he simply just watched and god out of the way to make room for the woman whom had performed the said assault with a large club. In response Kenny paced back a bit, nearly falling over himself.
"What kind of place is the owner running here? Letting in raiders to attack people?"
Of course being that he was not as permenant a resident of the town as some other people, he had never really noticed Burke in his time here. So to see Gothe just bash him in the head was to the extent of his knowledge an unwarranted attack on an innocent man. Just because prior he had been holding it, he had his laser pistol trained on the duo of Alex and Gothe in the next room. Even if he didn't intend to just start shooting, his hands were shaking so much it didn't look like that, and likely something to startle him might just cause a misfire regardless.
Then again the chances of him hitting anything, were exceedingly low.
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Post by crocoduck on Feb 26, 2012 22:07:35 GMT -5
Alexander swore inwardly. Pain coursed through his arm as he was thrown aside by his brute of a partner. With the device in one hand and his dinky silenced pistol in the other, Alexander scrambled to a safe spot.
He cared not for appearing cowardly. He knew full well that when Gothe jumped into action, things usually got really messy really quick. Once adequetly tucked behind the seat, he peaked over the armrest and quickly aimed his pistol at the first man to respond to the mess.
A crazy looking man that Alexander initially mistook to be shaking with some sort of disturbed excitement. He had grown so used to fending off raiders that it was always his initial estimate to assume the target was a sociopath.
Once taking into account his dialogue and the apparent fear, Alexander had two better theories. A) He was either extremely terrified or B) He was addicted to something. Considering the fact that he had an actual energy weapon, Alexander highly doubted it was fear that caused the shaking.
"Hold up now, no need to shoot. Gothe here was just reacting to protect me. She heard this Burke fellow trying to recruit me in blowing this settlement off the map and she acted accordingly. She did us all a favor, and she won't be attacking anyone else.
Unless, of course, they keep aiming a weapon at her. She's not a woman you want to keep weapons pointed towards." Alexander glanced cautiously at his travelling companion. He momentarily considered causing a fray to get everyone to try and kill her. This thought was probably brought on by the persistent pain in his side caused by the damned creature.
"So let's just put our weapons down, ok?" Speaking again, Alexander relaxed his grip on the pistol and turned it slightly so it clearly wasn't aimed at anybody in particular. At the same time, he gradually stood from behind the seat. "No need for any more bloodshed."
For once, he was more worried about somebody else than he was about Gothe. At the rate this guy was shaking, there was a good chance he'd kill somebody without even meaning to pull the trigger.
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Post by Hitotsumami on Feb 27, 2012 0:36:35 GMT -5
Roland raised an eyebrow at the person in the suit, hearing the voice and not being sure if it was a female or male. He/She seemed harmless enough though. He took a step back when she started making hand motions towards his hat though.
"Yeah, I guess you cold call me a co--"
At that moment he heard a loud noise coming from a nearby house. He took a look at the suited person, then spun around without a word and rushed to the location of the noise. If it was anything to do with his target, he had to be there for it. With his hand sitting on his pistol, he rushed inside what seemed to be a bar and looked around.
Two people seemingly were targeting a man in quite a fancy suit given the location, and a few others were onlooking the situation. Taking a moment, he realized the man in the suit WAS his target, Mr. Burke. He had learned from a few sources this man was working for some corrupt wealthy fellow, and had plans to do some pretty nasty things to Megaton. Being a Regulator, it wasn't something he was just going to let pass by.
Then he realized a man just in the other room, who had some kind of higher tech gun, a laser pistol, pointing straight at the two aiming at Burke. He was going to reach to pull out his pistol and take out Burke that very moment, but now that another man had a laser pistol... he wasn't sure he should take the risk.
"What's going on here?" asked Roland, stepping forward. Once being a sheriff, he still felt the need to try and clear up the trouble before dealing with the target himself. "No need for all this violence."
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Feb 27, 2012 0:38:17 GMT -5
Focused as he was on Gothe, Kenny didn't notice the gun trained on him till the holder started talking. He didn't bother to switch his shaky aim to the kid however, as he didn't have it in him to go blasting a child even if he was in danger of being shot.
"Oh, so that's how it is? I guess it's not such a bad thing then. Sorry about that, I'm used to traveling so I didn't know what to expect."
Hearing the explanation, the kid was very convincing and so Kenny quite readily believed him. Lowering the sights of his laser pistol to the ground, he took a seat in a chair that was conveniently against the wall behind him to calm down for a bit. Calm down used here in a loose sense as his twitching didn't stop. At least he wasn't threatening to shoot anyone however. Of note though that he did not put away his gun entirely, merely holding it by his side in his one hand, map in the other.
"No, I reckon she doesn't look like someone to go shooting at. I don't know how much bloodshed there would be though, this thing isn't apt to leave much blood in it's wake."
At this point he may have answered Alex or Roland but he was more or less mumbling to himself. It would not be long before another pang of shaking kicked in and reminded him of what he was supposed to be seeing about. All this sudden commotion was a bit much for him right now given his circumstances.
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Post by CJ on Feb 27, 2012 1:13:02 GMT -5
Miles merely stared as Roland walked away. It couldn't be seen how the lady felt about his sudden departure but it was clear it was because of the noise.
"Of all the boys I've known, and I've known some," the ghoul sang softly to herself, "Until I first met you, I was lonesome..."
Miles abandoned her garbage (she perhaps forgot about her original plans) and slowly walked after Roland. She traveled slowly up the incline of metal and trash, tilting her smiley faced helmet toward the sun.
"And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light... And this old world seemed new to me..."
Her voice was nearly exactly like those heard on Galaxy News Radio, etchy quality and all. She was pitch perfect, though held back by that sad, scratchy tone, as though she was singing through an old microphone.
The radiation suited woman strode to the saloon near the height of Megaton and stopped, hearing commotion inside.
Miles hugged the door frame of Moriarity's Saloon and peered in, teetering on one leg.
She was usually not welcomed in the saloon. They always tried to suggest she go somewhere else. But with the events going on, she was the least of their problems.
Miles took a seat at the bar, near Kenny and Gob, and placed her legs out and placed her hands on the stool in between them. She looked up at Roland like a stray dog, wanting food, attention or something else. Her helmet shimmered in the soft light.
The ghoul had no clue as to who Mr. Burke was, or who even Alexander and Gothe were. She was like a child watching his or her favorite cartoon, completely enthralled and entranced by the scene, even though it was very likely she had no idea what was going on.
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Post by Kuro on Feb 28, 2012 22:18:03 GMT -5
Mr. Burke had frowned when Gothe had suddenly walked into the room. His eyes widened behind his sunglasses when he saw her put a nail board on the table, and started to take out his gun. "Oh no you don-"
SPLAT
Mr. Burke's head was now the table, the floor, and Mr. Burke's once-clean suit. His clothes turned from gray to dark-red, and his body fell forward, limp on the table. A loaded 10mm pistol fell to the floor, its bullets ready for those who had either heard the sound of the impact or saw the pistol in the shadow of the desk (PER 6).
Gob had cringed when he heard the gunshot, but he didn't dare to hide; Moriarity would have skinned what was left of his hide if he did. He was somewhat relieved that Mr. Burke was dead, since everyone knew that he was up to no good. Miles immediatley caught her attention when she sat close to him. He looked at her, said nothing, turned his head, and grunted.
"So...how are you doing?"
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Post by crocoduck on Feb 29, 2012 0:24:09 GMT -5
With Burke dead and the addict relaxed, things were settling down. Alexander still kept his pistol in hand, but aimed it nowhere in particular. The atmosphere was still slightly tense, but this wasn't that absurd a scene in the wasteland.
Now completely revealing himself and walking towards the corpse, Alexander addressed the cowboy that entered the room. "I very much agree, but fortunately, it seems like all has resolved itself." Alexander patted the corpse's wallets shamelessly, but frowned with disappointment at the lack of inventory. Continuing speaking, he picked up the miraculously intact glasses from the ground. " Mr. Burke, here, was a very dastardly man."
With equivalent lack of shame as before, Alexander literally began to strip the man of his business suit. He liked the look of it, and once the blood was removed; it'd make an effect piece of apparel for charming others.
"He hoped to arm me and then hire me to activate the nuclear bomb at the center of this metallic haven." As he started to remove the pants, Alexander caught the glint of metal in his eye. Burke's weapon. It was the same as Alexander's, which meant he had a back up now. Eagerly picking it up, he returned to finishing the removal of the clothing; obviously doing so with expertise considering the speed of it, Alexander looked up at the cowboy directly. "We apologize for the commotion, but now I must leave to speak to the Sheriff and rid this town of that threat once and for all."
If no opposition was given, he'd walk straight out the door and towards the bomb. He was certain Gothe would follow, and he had a feeling another person or two would do the same. He cared no longer for the Junkie, and the weird person that just walked in interested him even less.
His plan was unfolding.
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Post by Hitotsumami on Feb 29, 2012 20:54:00 GMT -5
Roland cringed as he saw Mr. Burke fall to the ground, dead. He had not expected that to happen, of all things. "Damn it, " muttered Roland, approaching the body. As Alexander explained, Roland nodded. He knew all of this already, that is why he was in Megaton. Being a Regulator, it was his job to rid this man of society.
But now the job was done. Maybe not in the way he wanted, but it was done.
Very quickly, he pulled a finger off the man and put it in his pocket. Although it wasn't his kill, he could return it to the Regulators eventually for a couple of well needed caps. As Alexander was leaving, he addressed Roland, and Roland nodded.
"I don't care what you do at this point," he answered. But that wasn't his true answer. Something seemed fishy here. He decided to wait at the door, looking outside and watching Alexander to see his next move. That bomb... he knew it was a dangerous thing, and if Alexander tried anything, he'd take him out.
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In town, Simms had heard about the commotion, but when he heard it was Mr. Burke who had died, he didn't look into it. No one in town really cared for that man anyway. He did decide that he should at least take care of the body. Just as he was going to pass the bomb and head up there, he noticed Alexander walking in his direction.
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Post by CJ on Mar 1, 2012 18:24:52 GMT -5
"I was five and he was six," Miles sang softly in her radio-like vocie as she watched the shooting play out. "We rode on horses made of sticks..."
Whether or not she was sad couldn't be seen past the fogged glass of her helmet. When Gob spoke, the smiley faced helmet on her helmetturned quickly to the left and then the right, thinking he was speaking to someone else.
"I am doing fan-tab-u-lastic. It's another "pretty" day so I was set to clean the town when I ran into a cowboy like Lucas."
Miles tilted back on her stool and gazed quickly around the bar. While she was speaking, Roland had left.
"Weird. He was just here a moment ago. I suppose he went to find a suitable horse or maybe a better gun. That's what cowboys do after all, although I could never get why cow was in their name if all they did was ride horses and shoot people."
Miles placed her elbows on the counter and placed her hands on the bottom of her helmet. She tilted her head at Gob.
"So, how are you, good sir?"
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 1, 2012 19:00:02 GMT -5
"Well I guess that's enough surprises for one day. I'm out of here."
Kenny did not pay even the slightest attention to the looters of Mr. Burke's body, in more ways than one. Personally he thought they were savages, but then who was he to judge in a place like this? Besides, he had more important things to worry about.
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"Knock knock, anybody home?"
The Craterside Supply, more or less the last stop on his list for places to find something to drink. It was not unlikely that the owner would carry drinks of course, just that he expected either a bar or a saloon to carry what he was looking for. They didn't, so he wound up here. He had stopped by a few times before in preparation for when he went walking the wastes, but he didn't know the owner that well. Then again, he didn't know anyone in this town particularly well, being new himself.
"I'm looking for something to drink? Before I head out that is. Moriarty's and the Lantern are all out..."
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Post by Kuro on Mar 1, 2012 22:10:45 GMT -5
"Oh, you know, doing good. Lousy smoothskins though... ". Clearly, Gob was not afraid of making small talk with the very much not smooth Miles. He had heard that he was a pretty weird broad though; still, there wasn't any harm in talking as along as Moriarty didn't see him doing it.
"So...Where are you from? Didn't you just walk into town one day, or, something?"
Gob instinctively cringed a little, although he really didn't want to in front of her. He waited for an answer, but looked away from her as he did so, not wanting to have Moriarty throw anything at him, the Irish...ergh.
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Post by Neurotick on Mar 2, 2012 23:58:43 GMT -5
Gothe didn't so much as bat an eyelash at the death of Mr. Burke, the stand off between the kid and some guy who probably couldn't shoot straight on a good day, let alone whatever kind of day this one was, or the other guy who came and took a finger of all things off of her kill. A finger? Really? Mutilating a body after it was dead was pointless if you weren't planning to use it or eat it. He left as soon as he had appeared though, and Gothe wasn't going to waste words with someone if she had to shout them.
She did a quick pat down of Burke's corpse, looking for anything interesting. The gun was small and useless, its bullets more so, his clothes wouldn't fit her...she was about to check his pockets when Alexander started to leave. Gothe let out an exasperated sigh. He was going to get himself in trouble somehow, he was very good at that. Hopefully this time around anyone she would have to kill would have something valuable, and the kid would stay put long enough for Gothe to actually get it. She put her nail board away and followed him out. She gave a suspicious glare to Roland, but left him alone.
What Gothe did have a reaction to, though, was Alexander walking toward a guy that actually looked important. She wasn't in the mood to hear whatever opinion a self-entitled windbag had about her. She tugged on Alexander's shirt collar, which was probably likely to unintentionally strangle him if she did it for too long.
"Hey kid, you better have a damn good reason for alla this shit. You know how well me an' those bullshitter 'law' folks get along."
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Post by CJ on Mar 3, 2012 0:02:50 GMT -5
“Good to meet you!” the woman sweeping the floor interrupted Kenny. “You must not be from around here. You see, I know everyone in Megaton. I’m Moira Brown and yes, I run Craterside Supply, but what I really do is mostly tinkering and research.”
Moira placed her finger to her top of her head, looking about the place.
“We don’t sell any beverages here. But I am working on a book about the Wasteland. It’d be great to have the foreword by an outsider as knowledgeable as you. It’d definitely be worth your time, the pay, that is.”
It was clear Moira was the persistent type. However, it didn’t seem like she was all that hardy as a person. She could easily be dissuaded.
“I already have someone working on it. She’s come up with some interesting finds on the mole rats living outside the walls. Did you know they’ve suddenly become tame and friendly? Absolutely wonderful! Though she seems to fail at any other task I’ve given her.
“Would you like to help me too?”
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It took a long time for Miles to answer Gob’s question. It was as though he asked her what 62 times 3 was.
Finally she spoke in that echoey, almost supernatural voice again. It was the only clue (besides the obnoxious radiation suit) that she wasn’t like the rest of them.
“I came from a kingdom far away. I am a royal princess, sent here by my servant because a dark lord seeks the power hidden deep within me.”
Miles leaned in close to Gob at the bar. The fog on the glass of the helmet was still as unclear as ever.
“That’s why I’m wearing this suit, see?” she asked slyly. “But it’s a secret.”
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Post by Kuro on Mar 3, 2012 0:29:05 GMT -5
Gob's eyes had slightly widened, although almost anyone could see that it wasn't out of happiness or some childish disbelief. The rumors were true after all: She was crazy. She may have dealt with too much radiation...He sighed.
"Yeah. That's some big secret. Sure. Its safe with me." There was just a tired, colorless quality to his voice. Gob did not seem as excited as before and went back to absentmindedly polishing the glasses, not seeming as "eager" to talk to the crazy broad in front of him as before.
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