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Post by Shark a' Pult on Feb 23, 2013 17:29:53 GMT -5
Reed drew his foot back when Miles almost fell on it, and when she had, he kicked dirt against the helmet. Seemed there was some trouble going down in Primm, similar to what they had seen in Goodsprings, only here the locals didn't win the fight against the convicts. Of course NCR was there, it was pretty much everywhere, but for whatever reason they hadn't made an effort to change the situation. The farmhand found this to be a little confusing, as he could tell even without knowing the full details that this was a decently equipped force. With the actual combat training and standard equipment the troops here had, there seemed to be no reason as to why they hadn't just advanced into town and put down the convicts.
Typical NCR, so tied up in its own mess, doesn't know which way is up... "Ringo, there a need to stop here? I ain't beholden to camping out with these Californians, and I ain't about to stick my neck out to help with their gangster problem."
He had been by Primm a couple of times from what he could remember, but he didn't owe the town or the people anything. As far as he was concerned, if he could not recall the name or the face of a single person from there, then he wasn't about to risk his life for them. The had places to be, and that didn't entail a shootout over a couple of rinky-dink pre-war casinos.
"Call it. I say we keep moving though."
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Post by Kuro on Feb 27, 2013 22:16:07 GMT -5
Mr. Cellophane jumped when Miles suddenly fell and immediately checked on her to see if she had really just died on the spot. He sighed in relief when he saw that she was sleeping, and opened his mouth to speak in protest against Reed kicking dirt on her, but no words ever came out and he just looked to the ground. How pathetic, he miserably chided himself. He couldn't help himself from yawning, which spread to Ringo and then to the NCR officer, who lazily blinked a couple of times. Ringo looked at the endangered town and just raised an eyebrow, yawning again.
"Business? Uh...Yeah, yeah of course I got business here. It's a town, ain't it? Plus, there's a...debt there, waiting to be paid. I played cards with one of the townspeople, won, and was promised to get the payment on the way back. It was a...rather hefty sum, and giving some of it as a bonus to my higher-ups at Crimson Caravan is sure to get me some good times. Of course, I could give some of it to you too, Reed, if you help me get it. Oh." He looked at the ghoul and that other guy. "Those two too, I guess, if they help."
Before Mr. Cellophane could pipe up, the NCR officer spoke. "I don't think I can allow you guys to just mosey on in there. Place is dangerous, can't let civvies go and get themselves killed. Before any of you guys do anything crazy, although it seems like Crimson Caravan boy over here is the only one who wants to go into town, I think we should all get some rest like the gal over there. See?" He pointed up. "It's black as night. Well, it is night, so, I mean, uh, well you get my drift. You guys must be tired. We can spare you guys a couple of beds, so why don't you get some rest?"
The NCR officer was smiling, but Mr. Cellophane was most certainly not. He was sweating and sweating with his beady eyes wide open as always and his hands rubbing against each other and turning each other over, again and again. They had to go in. He had to go in. Ringo could convince them to go in, right? Poor little Mr. Cellophane wouldn't have to talk, right? Right?
"Yeah, i'm about to fall over same as Miles. I think i'll...i'll treat myself to one of those beds real...real soo...right about now." He yawned again, making the officer yawn, making some troopers yawn, but doing nothing on the worried wreck.
No, no, no! They had to go in, he had to report, he haaaaaaaaaad to do it, he had to, he had to, he had to. But, he couldn't do it without them, no, never without them, he had to, he had to, he had to get them to come along, but what if they die, what if they get killed because of him because he was so selfish because he messed up because he got shot in the head because he couldn't get one thing ri-
"I...I will sleep too. I will...I will...sleep. Yes."
He asked one of the soldiers to carry Miles to a bed and they did so. As they did, he stalked over to one of the empty beds and sat on it, much too worried to sleep. He had to, he had to, he had to. He had to. He had to. He had to.
In the wee hours of the night, when any sane person would be sleeping, the NCR officer walked by himself outside of the camp on the excuse of being on watch. There was no one and nothing around him, not a soul and not a gecko. He brought up the walkie talkie to his smiling face and spoke on the secured channel.
"Hey there, it's me.
Oh don't worry, you guys aren't going to be getting any trouble from my guys over here, we made sure of that, remember? I did want to tell you though that some wanderers wandered into our little outpost today. They don't seem like much, but at least one of them wants to go into town. A Crimson Caravan, it seems like.
Yup, should be full of caps. Who knows, maybe you can hold him hostage too.
What? Oh yeah, there are three others with him. Some nervous wreck, a ghoul, and a farmhand, it seems like. Each of them are armed, but they shouldn't pose much threat to you if they do go and -
Ah.
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
I see.
Yeah, yeah.
Don't worry. I'll send them right over."
In the morning, each of the four vagabonds was treated to the sight of a rifle's barrel.
It really didn't matter if they had fallen asleep or not; each one would be told to move to the center of the camp all the same. The sun was now shining and the sands were hot once more, making Mr. Cellophane's even sweatier than usual. Suddenly having a gun up to his face probably had something to do with it too. The NCR officer stood in the middle of the camp with the usual smile on his face, watching as each of the four was brought to the camp, whether they be awake or asleep, cooperative or not. He held something small in his hand.
"So...Can you guys guess why we had to wake you up so early? Hm? Do you think it had anything to do with this?" He held up a walkie-talkie that, for the most part, seemed pretty ordinary. He looked at Mr. Cellophane and pointed at him. "We found this in your bag and guess what we heard? Guess. We turn it on and the first thing we hear is the voice of a Powder Ganger, asking if the infiltration with the NCR is working all right. Each of my NCR buddies heard it, isn't that right?" Nods and murmurs of approval or confirmation came from the troops. "Unfortunately, he realized we were NCR and now we can't use that channel anymore. Sucks. But! At least we know who you guys are." He started pacing back and forth, a smile still on his scruffy face. Mr. Cellophane only had his mouth hanging open, sweat dripping from his face as he slowly shook his head while trying to defend himself. "I, I, I, I, I, b-bu, b-bu, b-bu, but I -"
"You were going to kill us, acting like wandering travelers and the like. Clever. But now that we know your secret, we should by all rights shoot you dead right now. But I won't. Do you wanna know why? I'm nice; allegedly, that is." A couple laughs from the troops. "I can still think of a reason to have you guys live. So, here's the idea. You guys go and walk over to Primm and convince the gangers to leave. Tell them that they have no benefit from staying here. Just tell them to...go.
Of course, you could also just go and kill them, you know. Sneak up and shoot them, bash 'em in the head, whatever. Just get rid of them one way or another and I won't arrest and execute you on the spot.
Deal?"
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Post by CJ on Mar 3, 2013 2:26:11 GMT -5
"You know my secret?" came a voice from one who was all too difficult to get awake. "I was starting to get frustrated that you would wake me up without something important to say."
The ghoul clutched onto the arms of the jacket placed on top of the broken helmet and tugged. She did a slight little dance where she stood in front of the NCR officer, moving her legs out to the side while she swayed her hips.
"Well, yes. I am a celebrity. It's true. I am the one, the only Savan... Savan... Sarah Van? My name is... S. Miles. Now, I don't have any paper or a pen so if you want an autograph, you'll have to get those for me... unless you want a kiss or something. Sorry, I'm saving that for someone special."
Knowing the ghoul's nature as a glowing one, Reed and Mr. Cellophane might notice her skin was glowing so bright, the light could be seen past her helmet. The reaction was probably due to stress, even if only her subconscious mind would acknowledge it. If it weren't for the jacket over her head and the light of day, Miles might have been like a bright, glowing lightbulb in the middle of the camp. Of course, she was always glowing but it would have been hard to see before in the night with the other lights and the jacket over her head. Thanks to that same jacket now, only a portion of the yellow-green color showed through the helmet near her painted smiley face and back of her head.
"Alright now," she continued in her radio static voice, "you heard him, Mr. Cellophane, Country Boy, Ringo. Go and talk to those no good greasers for these lovely gentlemen and come back here with a fine lunch for me."
With her hands on her hips and her head cocked to the side, she didn't seem to understand she was being forced to go as well.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 10, 2013 2:59:27 GMT -5
Reed slept with his hat over his face, and his hand on his gun. The moment he had any inkling that he was being threatened, his hat found its way to his head and his finger to the trigger. This was partly due to the fact that he knew how dangerous it was to go to sleep in the Mojave, but mostly it was due to the fact that he had been god modded into this situation.
"You were going to kill us, acting like wandering travelers and the like. Clever. But now that we know your secret, we should by all rights shoot you dead right now. But I won't. Do you wanna know why? I'm nice; allegedly, that is."
"If I wanted to kill you, I'dve killed you. I wouldn't be a wandering traveler, I'd be killer. You think you can shoot me dead, you're welcome to try."
He was reminded of his past run-ins with the NCR. It didn't matter what the truth was, these Californians twisted the situation to suit their needs. Even if Reed had actually snuck in here to kill them all, he figured they'd still be pulling this line on him regardless.
"I ain't from the country, so don't say I am... what's the plan Ringo?"
On this matter Reed deferred to Ringo because he was the one who called the shots. Ringo did the deciding, Reed did the following, and Crimson Caravan did the paying. That was all that the farmhand needed to know, that was all that mattered. He would follow the trader wherever he went, even if that meant fighting their way out of this camp. To that end, he had his hand on his gun already, and was prepared to put a few people in their graves if need be. He didn't care if they had guns trained on him, he had a feeling he was better than some kid from California with a rifle shoved in his hands.
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Post by Kuro on Mar 24, 2013 21:18:34 GMT -5
"I ain't from the country, so don't say I am... what's the plan Ringo?"
"Er...The plan...Uh, w-we do what they say. I know that you're quite the marksman with that pistol, Reed, but uh, sometimes quantity wins over quality, you know?" The trader looked at the rifles pointed at him, a forced smile on his face. "So, uh...let's go."
"Yeah, let's. You too, Ms. Mile. My humblest apologies." The NCR officer did a mock bow and smirked as the other troops led them to the bridge connecting the encampment to the town. "Now then, I will have you know that there are some mines on this here bridge. I don't rightly recall who laid one down first, but now some of them are ours and some of them are theirs. Since it kept them from attacking us when we weren't ready, we've just left them there for the time -"
"Done!"
"Wait, what?"
The NCR officer blinked when the mousy vault-fellow of all people suddenly yelled. His eyes widened though when he saw him carrying three mines in his arms. Both of his eyebrows raised, he whistled at the sight. Unbeknowest to him, Mr. Cellophane had jumped at the chance to actually feel like he knew what he was doing once the mines were mentioned. After so much trouble and stress, it had been glorious to be back in his natural habitat even if only for a couple of moments, tinkering with machinery and bright lights. After a few seconds of being too stunned for words, the officer spoke up again. "Yes, well, uh, yeah, good. Ok, good. So, now that there's nothing stopping you...go and work me up a miracle. Get those Powder Gangers out of here, one way or another. Good luck, and have fun! I won't stop you!" With a laugh, the officer walked back to his tent, his soldiers guarding the bridge for him.
Mr. Cellophane reluctantly walked out on to the bridge, the mines still in his arms and rendering him unable to use his gun at the moment. It was just that the mines had reminded him of simpler times when he didn't have to worry about breathing the same air and sharing the same space with other people, so the mines were like an explosive that he was holding as closely as possible. As he slowly walked into the town, not one citizen or Powder Ganger yet in sight, he realized something and glanced at Miles.
"Er, d-do you, I mean, uh, if, if you don't mind me asking, i'm sorry if this is a stupid, no, a really really really stupid question, but...d-d-do you n-need a g-g-gun? I-i have some dynamite for myself, so if you're defenseless, then you can use my laser pistol." His eyes widened. "N-n-no, no! I don't mean to offend you, sorry, sorry, sorry!" He was cringing again as if the ghoul would really smack him upside the head. His laser pistol hung at his belt if the ghoul was interested; the useless vault-fellow really couldn't remember if she had ever used a gun or not.
That was when one of the doors in the town opened nearby and a Powder Ganger stuck his head outside. He raised an eyebrow and walked out of the building with a gun in his hand.
"Oh. You're the ones that NCR trash sent over. Well after I liberate your valuables from you, you all can go straight into that casino there, with all of the other hostages. Now then, who wants to go first? Just so you know, there is a gun in this dandy little hand of mine..."
He pointed the gun at the group, assuming that they were just unfortunate, defenseless wanderers, as he had been told.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 27, 2013 17:57:58 GMT -5
"Hey you know, I've been through Primm before, and you know there's actually another way into and out of town. If you want we can just ignore those NCR grunts and just leave through the side way, they won't even realize we're gone-"
While walking across the bride, Reed tried to talk some sense into Ringo or anyone else that wold listen to him really. Effectively the Californians had turned them loose upon the town, choosing to remain on their 'safe' side of the bridge. Why then, should any of the group stay to deal with some armed convicts, if they weren't being forced to any longer? They definitely could, simply leave by way of the side entrance which was certainly not guarded if the convicts had entered town that way. At least not by any NCR, that was.
"Oh. You're the ones that NCR trash sent over. Well after I liberate your valuables from you, you all can go straight into that casino there, with all of the other hostages. Now then, who wants to go first? Just so you know, there is a gun in this dandy little hand of mine..."
If he'd have just talked or ordered them around, but the moment he went to actually point his gun at the group, Reed responded almost instantaneously. It was like a reflex it seemed, and he had already drawn his pistol, dropped to one knee and shot off a round at the convict. At this range even his poor eyesight was enough to manage, and he aimed at the fellow's hand in particular, intending simply to disarm and or otherwise prevent him from using his weapon.
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Post by CJ on Mar 31, 2013 10:48:22 GMT -5
"This is no mission a lady should go on. I should be treated much better than this."
Miles was not happy at all with the recent turn of events. The arms of the jacket on her head slapped against the sides of her crossed arms. Her helmet turned to Cellophane rather quickly.
"Are you giving me a gift? Mr. Cellophane, I haven't received a gift from a fan in years. I'm glad it's not those ugly mines."
She reached down rather uncomfortably to get the lazor pistol at his side. She stopped, however, when the Powder Ganger arrived. She seemed almost uncharacteristically afraid of him and tugged onto the sleeves of her jacket. She cheered when Reed began firing shots.
"Our hero! Country Boy! Ringo, you need to get your act together and fight too!"
Miles obviously shouldn't have been talking. She wasn't doing much after all.
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Post by Kuro on Apr 13, 2013 15:11:40 GMT -5
With a BANG, the Powder Ganger's pistol was shot out of his hand, which he held with his other one.
"AH! You -"
"Don't move, don't move! We all have guns, you idiot."
Ringo pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the Powder Ganger, looking a bit annoyed at Mile's comment. "Hey lady, how about next time you shoot one of baddies? The vault-guy's offered you one, right?" He focused on the Ganger and tried his best not to seem shaken.
"So...Now that we have you where we want you, how about we -"
"HELP!"
Ringo pulled the trigger on reflex at the loud, sudden noise, another BANG ringing out in the air. The ganger got hit in the chest and fell to the ground, grabbing at his wound. He wasn't dead yet, but seriously wounded.
"What was that?"
"Huh?"
Murmurs began to rise around the four invaders yet no new enemy was seen. The talking seemed to be coming from every direction until two of the gangers appeared from around the corner at the end of the street, rifles in their hands. They both shot at the group, both of them aiming at Reed and Ringo. The bullet intended for Ringo whizzed past him and he jumped to one side out of fright. He scrambled to one of the ruined buildings on the side for cover while the vault-fellow looked around wildly, not sure what to do in the heat of the moment. He stammered and sweated and hopped around like the floor was on fire. When he saw Ringo running to one side, he ran in the same direction before suddenly deciding to run in the opposite direction, towards the casino, remembering why he had come here in the first place. Reed had come up with a good reason and way to ignore the situation and get out of there, but Mr. Cellophane couldn't do that, oh no, no no no, he had to speak to him, he had to speak to the client, Nash, Nash, he had to speak to him, he had to!
BANG
Another Powder Ganger emerged from around the corner of one of the buildings behind the group. He too had a rifle and unlike the two who had appeared earlier, who had just shot in their opponent's general direction rather than looking down the barrel, this one thought he had the element of surprise. He had aimed at the easiest-looking target, a large, round, glass helmet, and fired. At the same time, Mr. Cellophane had turned on the spot and ran in the direction opposite of Ringo, trying to get to the other side of the street and quite possibly colliding with one or two of his "acquaintances".
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Apr 15, 2013 23:24:40 GMT -5
When the gunshots sounded, Reed didn't take the chance to shoot back. Kneeling as he was, he simply rolled to the side, to take cover behind the building. If he remembered correctly, it was actually the back of the casino, the one with the car inside. He couldn't remember the name but it didn't much matter. More gangsters were coming, and he wasn't about to stick around and get shot to pieces by them. Once he had the temporary cover of being out of sight, he clamored to his feet, holstering his gun in the process. Getting into a crouched run, he lowered down a bit to make himself a smaller target, and proceeded around the back of the building. His intent was to simply circle around the building, and possibly flank the attackers from behind as they came out of the roller coaster casino.
On the way he passed by a ruined gas station and he noticed a small shack from which he heard music coming from inside, but he didn't have the time or inclination to check it out. Not yet at least.
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Post by CJ on Apr 17, 2013 21:27:41 GMT -5
Mr. Cellophane ran directly into Miles, who was just shot directly in her helmet. It was the third bullet hole she received recently.
"You know, in this kind of situation, the audience needs to know who the good guys and the bad guys are."
The cracked glass lent itself to a glimpse of the glow of Miles's radioactive skin. It pulsed brightly, even more so than back at the camp. If Mr. Cellophane knew anything about glowing ones, he would know radiation healed them tremendously.
"There's no narration over this scene and the camera positioning doesn't make any sense. I can't get heads or tails of this. Are we the heroes or villains in this situation?"
Miles crossed her arms and tapped the laser pistol on her bicep. The jacket slipped slightly off her helmeted head.
"You see, Ringo told me to shoot at one of the "baddies." But then he started running away, which makes him a coward. So are the baddies really goodies? Or are we the true goodies? What do you think, Mr. Cellophane?"
On a scale of 1 to Getting the Situation, Miles did not get the situation.
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Post by Kuro on Apr 20, 2013 14:04:02 GMT -5
Mr. Cellophane wasn't sure if he was hearing Miles correctly as he got up from knocking into her. "What? I d-d-don't even know what you - Ah! Another hole in your helmet! Are you, wait no, never mind, come on, let's just get into cover!" He stumbled towards the casino but turned on his heels mid-way and fell towards the mines he had accidentally thrown about when he had crashed into Miles. He looked at them and made a sigh of relief. None of them had activated.
BANG BANG BANG
"Ah! Ah, no wait, no, ah!"
Mr. Cellophane jumped to his feet when one of the gangers started shooting at him, thankfully missing since they were too caught up in the heat of the moment and opposing gunfire to focus their aim. Another shot rang out and hit the ground dangerously close to one of the mines. "No no no, stop, you'll shoot the - AGH!"
He fell to one knee and then on his side, clutching at the gunshot wound near his ankle. He screamed once and half-limped, half-crawled over to the casino. When he hid behind the wall, he brought his injured leg up and looked at the wound. All he could do was curse loudly. Not only did he actually get shot, he didn't even pick up any of the mines. Why had he even carried those around anyway?! He already had his dynami -
The dynamite.
His eyes widened and he fumbled for one of the sticks of dynamite he had strapped to his belt - wow, he really was just asking to get blowed up, wasn't he - and took out three of them. He looked over the corner of the building and shrank back into cover. He took out a match and lit each of the explosive sticks on fire. He looked around the cover again and gritted his teeth. "Come on, come on, come on!"
He threw the dynamite towards the last ganger that had popped up and hid behind cover as they sailed through the air, holding his hands over his ears just in case.
The explosion wasn't very big, but it was loud. Very loud. The Powder Ganger that had appeared behind the group disappeared in a flash of light and fire. Small chunks of meat flew through the air and landed on the street and buildings with sick smacking sounds.
"...Woah."
"What in the..."
The other two Powder Gangers stood in awe, their attention caught by the sudden explosion. The sound of another shot rang out in the air and one of them fell over, clutching at his bleeding side. Ringo looked around the corner, his rifle in his hands, and hid again. The remaining Powder Ganger spent the rest of the bullets in his clip shooting at him, not noticing the farmhand coming up behind him.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Apr 30, 2013 11:26:37 GMT -5
Reed was about to jump out from around the corner and roll into a position where he could see the targets to shoot at them. As he made his way around to the front of the casino however, crouching past various pre-war entertainment posters lining the walls, he stumbled and fell back when he heard a sudden explosion not far away.
What the hell, are they lobbing grenades or something?
He drew his pistol as a reaction, though he still could not see anything or anyone that presented a threat. Eventually after hearing what sounded like a short interchange of shooting, and then someone emptying their gun, he acted. Jumping out from the front of the building, he landed in the street on his side with an "Oof!", but managed to get off a shot for the last gangster. While he was aiming for his hand though in an attempt to disarm him, it was uncertain if the difficult shot would find its mark.
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Post by CJ on May 6, 2013 0:45:29 GMT -5
"Oh, dear," Miles' voice said softly, crouched behind Mr. Cellophane. "Did you really just turn that man into food?"
Yet another bullet hole graced the side of her helmet, having gone straight through the jacket covering the other holes on her head. It seemed two or three had pierced her body. Her head kept glowing brightly beyond the dirty exterior of her helmet. She really didn't seem to mind her injuries at all.
"You don't suppose you'll turn me into food, Mr. Cellophane? I certainly hope you won't. I can't sing if I'm protein and I'm headlining a show next week."
Tapping her boot against the dirt, the painted smile on her helmet shimmered.
"If you are going to do something mean, you gotta make em' shine, like this."
Miles trained the laser pistol on the remaining Powder Ganger. Granted, she wasn't exactly what one might call the best shot. The laser might miss the Powder Ganger completely or end up hitting another target: Reed.
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Post by Kuro on May 10, 2013 20:04:00 GMT -5
The Powder Ganger yelped when a bullet came up from behind and grazed his wrist, making him drop his gun in the moment of pain. He looked in Reed's direction and with winced teeth crouched to grab his gun when a bullet hit the concrete in front of him, making him yell again and stumble backwards to fall on his butt. Ringo stood on the street now, his rifle raised and pointing at the ganger's head.
"Now listen to me. You're in no position to argue, so just -"
PSEW
A laser blast went through the man's head and caused the whole body to disintegrate, leaving nothing behind but a flash of light and a pile of grainy remains. Given Mile's distance from the target, it had truly been the work of a master marksman. Or a lucky shot. An incredibly, insanely, impossibly lucky shot.
"...Dang it, woman! What the hell's wrong with you? I don't even - How did you - I, I, I don't, I can't understand how you can possibly do something like that I mean, what the hell?!"
It was hard to tell if he was more furious or astounded. As Ringo shouted and yelled at the singer, Mr. Cellophane saw a twitch of movement from one of the buildings and raised his...gun that wasn't in his hands, which he didn't realize until after a few moment of aiming air. A stout, tanned man cautiously walked out of the Vikki and Vance Casino, looking around and seeing only Reed at first. Seeing that the man wasn't fighting anyone, he tiptoed to the corner and looked around the corner, seeing three more newcomers and a couple of dead Powder Gangers. Looking back at Reed, he noticed the pile of ashes for the first time.
"Well i'll be. You folks gone and done it. You gone and killed the Powder Gangers in the streets. Come on, come on, come inside, its where all the townfolk are. If I've already heard the gunshots, then the rest of the gangers have probably heard it too. They're inside the big ol' Bison and Steve Hotel over there, but you're going to need some supplies before you even think of making another move. It's the least I could do for bunch of wandering heroes. Hurry!"
And with that, the odd man went back into the building and left the door open for the others to come in. Mr. Cellophane's eyes had widened when he heard the man's voice, although he hadn't been able to make out all of the words. It was him, him, him! He needed to speak to him about it, it, it, he needed to talk to him, he needed to, he needed to! Sweat grew on his brow as he stood up and started to run for the entrance, stopping after a few steps and looking back at Miles. He raised a cautious eyebrow at her glow and multiple helmet holes, but offered a shaky hand towards her, offering to help her stand up out of her crouched position. He would have smiled, but instead he just looked nervous and sweaty, as always. Not paying attention to the scene, Ringo walked into the casino while thinking of taking the route out that Reed had offered. But then that NCR officer would report him and he would lose favor with the NCR and if he did that, then the Crimson Caravan would have no use for him. He scowled as he realized this. The day was getting worse and worse with each second.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on May 13, 2013 0:52:12 GMT -5
Watching the fellow get vaporized before him, Reed was surprised to see that the suited one had actually done something for once. Crawling to his feet and holstering his gun, the farmhand was busy dusting himself off by the time the old man emerged from the Vikki and Vance. What he was speaking of, Reed didn't catch all of it, but he heard enough about more gangsters and the opposite casino, so he followed after Ringo into the place from whence the old man came.
He assumed of course, at least at the time, that they would not all remain here long enough to entirely settle the situation and deal with all the gangsters. The streets were cleared at least for now, so surely either the townspeople or the Californians would handle the rest, and clear the other casino of the remaining gangsters.
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