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[RP] Fallout: Severed Vegas | Day

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Humen:
John

After the had been given Cilus left screaming to himself and giving John a warning. John let out a slight chuckle at how eager Cilus seemed, it was good to see an independent recruit. You had to be one to survive in the Legion army. After all the first priority is to complete the thier mission..."At all cost."

Some distress had came over John's face as he said that, he didn't like the rule but it was just the way the Legion worked. Bane pawed at his leg showing he was done with his meal and John forgot his worries, taking a bite of his mantis leg before trailing behind Cilus to respect his wishes.

The-Blades-slave:
Silene
Silene arrived at the Aerotech quickly, nearly sprinting the whole way in embarrassment after forgetting her rifle. She kept a close eye on the refugees as she passed towards the storeroom, hand ghosting towards the stock of her rifle every time they made a sudden move. The soldier couldn't help but notice how haggard and frail the refugees were when she observed them, and she found it odd.

"There should be more than enough food to give them large rations, the camps nearly empty..." She spotted the storeroom and quickened her pace, thoughts clouded with suspicion. She nearly jumped the last three paces, grabbing the doorknob and yanking it open. Her mind went blank.

"That's not possible..." The sniper's eyes were wide as she examined the room. The multiple shelves were empty, and the water casks drained. All the ammunition boxes were gone, and nothing remained of the medical supplies. All that was left in the room were crumbs and mouse droppings.

Silene slammed the door shut and turned on her heels, breaking into a controlled sprint. She wasn't sure how long she ran, but she reached Camp Maccaran without ever stopping, and fell to her knees gasping for breaths at the gates. The guards rushed over to her, weapons drawn.

"What's wrong, soldier?" One demanded, looking past her any signs of an enemy. His lips moved quickly, but she got the gist of it.

She forced herself to her feet and struggled to regulate before she responded. "I was on inventory duty for Aerotech today. I noticed upon arrival that the refugees were starving. It immediately raised suspicion, we give them more than enough food and water. When I reached the storeroom it was empty. I need to relay this information to Sergeant Miggory!"

The soldier who hadn't spoken before nodded. "I'll escort you." He turned and she immediately followed him into the camp, one thing on her mind. Where are all the supplies?

lubbies:
Wolf

Wolf's eyes slowly opened, she didn't remember what had happened or where she was but her head pained. She was lying in a bed in a foreign house. She panicked when she realised her bear trap fist was missing but she spotted them across the room. She tried to stand but suddenly became dizzy and her limbs became weak and fell over.

Wolf-Uuugh...

She got up again, her muscles weakly holding her up. She hobbled over to the side-table where her bear trap fist was. She grabbed her weapon and slipped it on her hand, her hand sliding through with much room to spare. It was then when she realised she was ravenous. She slowly moved out the room, her hand propped up against the wall for support.

Wolf-Hello, is anyone home?

Desbear:
Joseph and Steven

The man came out of nowhere, narrowly missing Steven with an overhead swing of the hammer. Steven stayed silent as he jumped back from the man, who seemed intent on hitting him, and him specifically. Joseph would use this to his advantage, quickly moving to Sascha and pulling out his Laser pistol, signalling Steven to distract him as he took aim.

The merchant had a smile on his face, looking at the attacking man, speaking with this almost...Smug voice. "Really? A hammer? That's what you attack a man with? And you miss?" He clapped at the man as he ran at the seller of wares, another overhead swing, Steven calmly stepping to the side. "Sir, I do believe a horizontal swing would work better than a vertical one, to be honest." 

This seemed to enrage the man even more, swinging the hammer at him horizontally, to which he ducked. "Not fast enough, Sir." The man instead seemed to get more enraged, before finally kicking at the merchant quickly, Steven was caught by surprise by this, and cringed as the hammer started to fall.

The hammer did indeed fall, but to the ground, but not on Steven. It fell into the ground as the man fell, a smoking hole in the attacking man's face. Steven slowly got up, dusting himself off as he looked at the other, whose pistol seemed to be smoking. "Not a moment too s-Actually it was a few moments too late, as I coulda used it sooner, but still. "

Joseph just kinda shook his head, a sort of smug smile on his face as he spoke. "Sorry, it was either I hit him then, or I hit you too. Take your pick." 

Steven sort of shrugged, before kneeling down to the dead body now at their feet, as he checked the body for supplies or something he could sell.

[SIINTCA, not sure about this post, so, I could use some help here if I didn something wrong. I've been up for a good bit too, so I may not be thinking right.]

Tickles:
@Joseph and Steven

Steven has found a sledgehammer, and a couple empty syringes. There wasn't much else except the clothes on the addicts back, but they were too tattered to be useful.


@ Wolf

The girl got a response from the doctor.

"You shouldn't be walking about right now. You had a concussion, and need rest. I would appreciate it if you would kindly put your weapon away. As you can see, I'm disarmed."

The doc, usually kind in nature, was in unease by his patient's sudden urge to arm herself. He had a shot of med-x and a stimpack ready for her as well.

"This will help ease the pain, after, the mayor would like to speak with you."

He approached slowly to administer the medicine.

@ Silene and Warren

Silene was met by her sergeant, who received the report.

"Thank you for the report soldier. Let me speak with the higher ups."

He left for a few minutes, and returned, armed for a more thorough investigation.

"Go collect the rest of the squad. We're on assignment to investigate further. When you're ready, we're heading back to Aerotech to search for clues. I decided to come with so there are extra hands.

(I trust your judgement blades, so make two NPC's that are considered important to Silene.)

Warren reached Novac. The small town was in shambles, refugees taking refuge where they could. There was not much around except for the T-rex building. The shop was located within.

Cilus

Cilus was within reach of Vault 34. He looked through focused eyes to see if anything was out of order. There was movement, but he couldn't tell whether it was creature or faction.

"Of all the days to not grab binoculars, it had to be this day."

All he had on him was a machete, which would prove useless if they were indeed of another faction. Most of them were gun-toting morons, but that makes them a dangerous moron. He heard a noise behind him as he was thinking. Must have been that bear.

"I thought I told you to stay out of my way? Why the hell did you decide to follow an elite soldier?"

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