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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 3, 2012 4:21:24 GMT -5
Moira cheerily greeted Kenny and explained many a thing or two about the nature of the world, but really, only one thing was going through his head the entire time having formulated rather vividly in his mind when she said they had no beverages.
You've got to be shitting me.
It was becoming harder and harder, and to listen to her whole life's biopic took a great amount of self-control, something which he was fast running out of. By the end he was nodding and moving his hands in circles in an attempt to make her get the point across sooner.
"Sure sure, y-yeah I get it, so what do you n-need help with?"
He couldn't even speak properly now, the withdrawals were getting bad. At this rate he really would have to break into his own supply, something which he dearly wished to avoid doing. There were no other options though, every second longer was a second closer to him going on a laser pistol frenzy.
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Post by CJ on Mar 7, 2012 0:54:58 GMT -5
Moira didn't seem to think anything was wrong with Kenny. She smiled and nodded her head at the poor addict.
"Excellent enthusiasm! I think the first chapter will have to be about surviving day-to-day dangers. Things like where it's safe to find food, the dangers of radiation, and how to avoid and even profit from hazardous landmines."
Moira placed her hand on her hip and leaned her broom against the counter.
"Sounds fun, doesn't it? The woman I have working on it right now doesn't seem to react properly to radiation. She actually came back healthier and happier. Nor did she know where to find food... unless YumYum Deviled Eggs are truly the best thing to eat around. The landmines didn't turn out to be such a hot idea either... but that's how we discovered the new friendly nature of the mole rats. That's a story for another time though."
Moira's chattering seemed endless. She was just a bit too happy.
"So, which one do you want to do first? You could try these alone or contact my current worker to figure out what she did wrong to do it right."
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Back in Moriarity's Saloon, after her exciting conversation with Gob, Miles looked at an empty glass in front of her. She grabbed it with her gloved hand and brought it up to her helmet.
Miles attempted to drink from the empty glass through her helmet. It clinked against the eye shield as she tried over and over to connect it to her mouth, to no avail.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 7, 2012 18:18:27 GMT -5
"I-I uh... I guess the mines then? Where should I g-go to start looking into that."
The search for food didn't sound like a bad prospect, because where there was food there was drink. However, it sounded like whoever this other person was, had done some work on it already. And if she had, then it was likely others had done so too, many other and long before her. The hunt for landmines, while sounding at least partially more dangerous, sounded like it would yield better results.
"This c-current worker, she's a... real person right? Where can I find her as w-well?"
God damn he wanted to get out of here or punch someone in the face. Maybe both.
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Post by CJ on Mar 7, 2012 19:47:22 GMT -5
"Her name is Miles," Moira said in her perky voice. "You might have seen her walking around town with that yellow radiation suit she's got on. She drew a smiley face right on the faceplate. You can't miss her.
"She's not the smartest cookie but she knows her way around the wasteland. She's the only one who's taken me up on my offer besides you! You guys will make the perfect pair!"
Moira picked up her broom again and began sweeping. She smiled without any sort of worry at Kenny; it seemed she wasn't very good at reading others.
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Post by crocoduck on Mar 7, 2012 23:16:37 GMT -5
Once again, feeling like an absolute child at Goethe's hands, Alexander thrashed uselessly. It'd ruin his appearance in front of the sheriff he needed to impress for his plans to progress; but Goethe just had that affect on him.
His collar choked him with the slightest tug from the beastly woman behind him. He gasped for air as he futily resisted her grasp despite knowing his strength was no match for hers. After a brief moment of instinctual and childish resistance, he stopped and whispered to the ex-raider.
"I promise it's worth it, now let go of me you barbarian." Pouting angrily at the woman's power of irritation over him, he fixed his clothing and strolled up to Simms.
"You need to be more careful of the company you allow into your town, Mr. Simms. My partner here just ended the life of one 'Mr. Burke' for offering to pay me a good deal of coin to blow up this town."
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 8, 2012 3:53:25 GMT -5
"Right r-right, I know the one. Thanks for the pointer. You can return the f-favor by stocking cola if we make it back in one piece."
With that Kenny put his hat back on though he didn't store the map, exiting the place about as quickly as he came. He was glad it didn't come to blows. Or more accurately, he had found a point in Moira's monologue to leave the place altogether, a point fortunately before he punched her in the mouth. --- Outside he leaned shakily against the wall of the Craterside Supply, grinding his teeth as he fought to open a bottle of Nuka-cola. With has hands shaking so violently it was nearly an impossible task and in the end he lost patience altogether. With one desperate motion he smashed the end clear off against the railing nearby. Cola splashed all over the place but that didn't phase him at all; like a man having traversed the desert and denied water the journey, Kenny drank from the broken bottle as though it contained the very waters of life. It tastes... it tastes so- I don't know... I don't know what I'd do...
Tears welled in his eyes as he slumped down to the ground, taking periodic swigs from the bottle. It had been torture but this feeling, this rush made it all go away. His pain, his thoughts, it was gratifying. The voices weren't there anymore, the hands pulling on the strings at the back of his mind, it was quiet. The shaking stopped, the headaches, the ringing, all of it. He'd have to find a replacement for this bottle, but he could worry about all that later. For now he drifted off into a much-needed slumber, letting the empty bottle slip from his hands and roll off along the walkway as he lost consciousness.
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Post by Hitotsumami on Mar 26, 2012 9:42:27 GMT -5
Simms turned as Alexander approached him, with a woman behind her. He raised an eyebrow as Alexander spoke, then immediately raised his assault rifle, pointing it straight at him. He narrowed his eyes and nodded a bit, moving his gun from Alexander to Goethe.
"You're right, I should be watching who comes and goes in my town. I saw you two seemed to be the cause for all that trouble back there anyway."
He pointed the gun back at Alexander, his finger on the trigger. "Now, what is it you want around here, or should I send you on your way now?"
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Roland, who was close behind Alexander, monitoring his movements, saw he approached the sheriff of Megaton, Simms, who immediately after raised a gun towards them. He didn't know much about Simms, other than he was a Regulator just as he was. This raised Roland's suspicion of Alexander even higher.
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Post by CJ on Mar 27, 2012 23:59:08 GMT -5
It was then that Miles started looking for the cowboy.
The woman in the radiation suit search high and low for the newcomer. She traveled a whole five yards in search of the man when she came across an interesting sight.
Yes, that's what that was. A man was passed out in front of Craterside Supply. But she knew this man; she had seen him in her dreams.
This was the prince she was waiting for. He was in disguise, of course, but she would know the sign. He would be covered with the brown liquid of God, the cola he sent down to Earth to give those worthy life's essence.
Miles trudged down the hill to the store and peered over him, as if analyzing a dead cat. She crouched down and brought her smiley face painted helmet close to his face.
"Someday, my prince will come... someday, when Spring is near," she sung softly as she proceeded to swing her head forward to collide into Kenny's face.
It would be the kiss of the 22nd century.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 28, 2012 5:11:06 GMT -5
*Thud*
"Ow! What the f-"
Kenny was jolted awake when his skull was sandwiched between the wall of Moira's place and the faceplate of Miles' suit, the force reverberating through his head. When he looked and saw the smiling face inches away he did not react suddenly or violently, he just started for awhile.
"No thank you."
With that he rolled to the side so that he could get to his feet without moving, shoving, or decapitating Miles out of the way. With a stretch and a kick to the empty bottle nearby he leaned on the railing to look over the portion of Megaton which was below them. Eventually he opted to speak up, but in no great hurry.
"So Moira has you helping her with that book or something? She told me the next place she needs help with is to the north a ways. Has to do with mines. Landmines."
Kenny perused over his map, aiming a guess at where he assumed the place could be in relation to actual places he knew. The only surefire info they had was that it was to the north of them, north of Megaton. Placing back in his hat, he began his trek to the town's exit, calling back to the ghoul on his way.
"Care to tag along? Extra help is never a bad thing."
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Post by Neurotick on Mar 28, 2012 19:09:53 GMT -5
When Alexander went right up to the last man she wanted to deal with that day, even after she told him not to, Gothe slapped her forehead so hard it left a red spot afterward. She almost laughed at how stupid the kid was, but laughing was never really her thing so whatever sound came out of her mouth was closer to an annoyed, grunting snarl than anything.
When Simms took out his gun Gothe hardly even flinched. She watched him change aim from Alexander to herself, staring back at Simms with cold indifference. Despite the blank look on her face she was in fact just waiting for a chance to strike, waiting for Simms to falter even a little. When he turned his attention back to Alexander, Gothe almost grinned at how easy that was.
Gothe pulled out her rifle with one hand from its sling around her back and aimed it straight at Simms, her other hand resting casually on the holding end of her nail board. Her cold expression heated up, a grin barely beginning to show through. She wanted him to shoot. She was practically begging him to start something. Two kills in one day would definitely make up for such a shitty morning.
"Make a move," Gothe hissed at Simms through her teeth.
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Post by CJ on Apr 1, 2012 13:04:35 GMT -5
Extra help.
Miles had been sent to that mission before by a cheerful, almost not concerned Moira Brown. The molerat mission was successful so this one should have been a piece of cake.
It wasn't.
She remembered holes. There were holes in her old suit, a holes in her arm, her chest. There was one that cracked her visor, forcing her to retreat to healing waters. She had to crawl for so long. The holes kept coming.
But now she had a friend. The holes shouldn't hurt anymore. They could share the holes together.
"Yes," Miles said in her sing-song voice, "I shall come with you. Lead on, dear prince."
Plunk. Plunk. Plunk. Plunk.
Miles ran over the garbage road until she walked side by side with Kenny. Their adventures were just beginning.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Apr 2, 2012 23:34:39 GMT -5
"Right, so if we head north I think we should eventually find this place, no proble- whoah, what the?"
While proceeding to the entrance of the town, Kenny was going over the directions, formulating a plan in his head. It was more for himself than it was for Miles but he spoke out loud so she could hear. Engrossed as he was, he nearly walked into the little commotion that was taking place between the kid from the bar and his lady friend, and the town's Sheriff as well as that cowboy-looking stranger from before. He turned the corner but saw what was happening and quickly backtracked, likely bumping into Miles in the process.
"Hold on, I think something's going down. Don't want to get caught in a crossfire or anything..."
With that the turned to peer around the side of the building, only ever so slightly but enough to see what was going on. He held onto the corner of the building as he did for support. Speaking back he addressed Miles, wherever she ended up.
"Do you know those two? What do you think we should do?"
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Post by CJ on Apr 3, 2012 21:59:49 GMT -5
Miles leaned her smiley faced helmet out from behind Kenny. It reflected the sunlight, likely blinding those who looked at her.
"It's the cowboy," she said in her radio static voice, peering at Roland. She looked at the two Kenny noted. "I don't know those two. I've seen a couple like them once though. The woman was taller than the man, just like them. She sure looks nice, what's a handsome lady like her doing with a gun like that?"
The suited woman went to pat Kenny on the shoulder.
"Just wait. The cowboys will take care of things. I'm sure of it."
Miles spoke in her usual, crazy stupor. However, she seemed to be onto something. The two weren't likely to help out in this situation. Simms was a good man in nature. However, he could likely handle himself without them. In fact, they might just get in the way.
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