Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 21:14:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den</strong></span></span><br>OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77037.0)</div><br><br>It was yet another drab day in Megaton as Kitai leaned her chair on its back two legs with her feet propped up on the makeshift table.&nbsp; Random knick-knacks and wares riddled every other surface of Craterside Supply, the small shop that was currently run by her long time friend and guardian, Doroga.&nbsp; He stood behind the counter while tinkering with an old assault rifle that was in desperate need of repair, the sound of his tools at work were the only thing that broke the silence of the shop.&nbsp; The past several days had been devoid of any errands or tasks she could do to occupy her time and make some caps.&nbsp; A recent run-in with Sheriff Lucas Simms had forced her to lay low from her late night antics lest she risks exile from her hometown.&nbsp; <em>I’m soooooo bored...</em><br><br>Almost as if her thought had enticed fate, a unfamiliar man walked in the shop with a bag full of wares.&nbsp; Kitai watched with mild interest as he piled up a small stack of goods upon Doroga’s counter for inspection so their barter value could be determined.&nbsp; <em>”Kit, check the condition of this radio for me, will you please?”</em>&nbsp; She groaned at the childish nickname as she dropped the chair back on all fours with a dull thud before retrieving the small portable radio and batteries.&nbsp; It always baffled her why he insisted on having her inspect the stuff; her method of analysis had always been to turn it on, if it didn’t work then it was broken and otherwise worthless.&nbsp; She never took to actually opening up the items to determine the problem, doing so only lead to making matters even worse as her curiosity to the various elements tended to entice her to do something that she shouldn’t.<br><br>The radio buzzed to life as she turned the knob with a click.&nbsp; <em>“Hello again, America the magnificent. This is President Eden. And I was hoping we could talk.”</em> Kitai frowned and coughed, bristling at the words of the Wasteland’s “commander and chief”. One of the radio’s newly patched wires threatened to come loose. Ruth worked to fix it while tolerating the nostalgic broadcast<br><br><em>“Let's talk about government, shall we? Or more specifically, your government, dear America. The Enclave. Just who is the Enclave? Why, now that's simple. The Enclave is you, America. The Enclave is your sister, your aunt, your friend, your, your neighbor. And well yes, the Enclave is me as well.”</em> Eden chuckled as Kitai reaffixed the loose wire. <em>“As your president, it is my responsibility-”</em> She tuned the Enclave signal out and searched for GNR on the tuner, scowling. She slowly worked the dial back and forth, finding nothing but static until she heard a woman’s voice come through. <br><br><em>“…is Dr. Madison Li of Rivet City. I don’t know who can hear this… But listen, we have an emergency. There’s been an accident. An explosion onboard the ship and it’s urgent that we gain more medical supplies as soon as possible. Our clinic has been overwhelmed and we simply don’t have enough resources to provide care to all of our wounded.”</em><br><br>Kitai checked the dial. This wasn’t one of GNR’s radio dramas.&nbsp; <em>“Please,”</em> the woman—Dr. Li—pleaded over the speaker.&nbsp; <em>“Whoever you are, anything you can bring us will help but if you’re willing to do more we have a plan and a proposition for you. So please… Please help us.”</em><br><br>Li’s message was on a loop, endlessly repeating. It didn’t tell Kitai how long it had been since the accident had happened, but it was still on the air. That meant the crisis wasn’t over and it wasn’t too late to see if she could take the opportunity to make some caps.&nbsp; She went to a little locker at the corner of the shop where she kept a bunch of her personal belongings secured and gathered a bunch of her stuff before walking towards the door.&nbsp; “Seems to work fine, old man.&nbsp; I’m going to be away for a few days.”&nbsp; Doroga’s eyebrow quirked at the sight of what she was doing, having heard the radio broadcast he knew exactly what she was doing.&nbsp; As much as he hated it, he knew there was nothing he could say or do to make her change her mind.&nbsp; <em>”You watch yourself out there Kitai, don’t do anything stupid.”</em><br><br>“You know me,” Kitai turned and smiled deviously at him as she stood in the open doorway, “I have a talent for getting out of sticky situations.”&nbsp; She turned and began her trek to Rivet City without looking back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 22:55:42</strong>
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				Inside Rivet City, the wounded from the explosion kept flooding into the clinic. All of the medical staff was called in to help.&nbsp; “Damnit I just bought this shirt, just look at it, it’s ruined!” Red said disgustedly looking at his shirt that was covered in blood.&nbsp; Darting back and forth between the new arrivals he sent the major injuries deeper into the clinic where the doctors were, the minor injuries were sent to stations set up nearby.&nbsp; “Is every-freaking-body in the city hurt!?” Red said obviously irritated at the intrusion on his day off, he was supposed to be shit faced drunk by now according to his plans.&nbsp; His hands ached from hours spent picking shrapnel out of people and sewing them up.&nbsp; <br><br>“You’re full of sunshine today Red” he heard a familiar voice say calmly.&nbsp; Red looked to the source of the voice and saw Jason, one of the guards, and his friend, lying on a makeshift stretcher.&nbsp; Jason’s hands were holding blood soaked bandages over his midsection.&nbsp; “What brings you by on such a lovely day Jason?” Red asked him sarcastically as he lifted the bandages carefully and inspected Jason’s wounds.&nbsp; Red had to hide his reaction when he saw the wound.&nbsp; Jason’s insides looked like they had been run through a meat grinder.&nbsp; “You’re going to be just fine my friend,” he lied.&nbsp; Red whistled and hailed Mickey, his favorite lackey.&nbsp; “Mickey, take this one in to the doc, I’ll be right behind you.”<br><br>Red took a moment and ducked into a closet.&nbsp; What he had just seen was dismal, Jason was seriously hurt.&nbsp; Red reached into a pocket and fished out a pack of cigarettes.&nbsp; He flipped the top open and took out his last stale smoke and put it in his mouth leaving blood fingerprints on everything he touched.&nbsp; He struck a match and inhaled deeply.&nbsp; As the nicotine did its job calming him he worked up his nerve to go back to his friend.&nbsp; He quickly finished the cigarette and threw it on the ground.&nbsp; The cigarette hissed as it landed in a puddle of blood extinguishing the cherry.<br><br>Making his way deeper into the clinic past people screaming in pain and desperately grabbing at him for help, he slipped and nearly busted his ass on the metal floor made slippery with blood.&nbsp; &nbsp;After recovering from the near fall he found Jason unconscious with a doctor hovering over him.&nbsp; “How is he doc?” Red asked.&nbsp; Doctor Li turned around and shook her head indicating bad news.&nbsp; “He needs an operation.” she said, “We don’t have the necessary supplies.&nbsp; I can keep him alive for a few days, a week at most, but without the operation, he won’t make it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 00:00:44</strong>
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				As the last Super Mutant from the group fell to the ground, Jane brought her Super Sledge up to her shoulder, looking proudly at the man next to her. He looked at her, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Well, uhm, thank you miss." Jane chuckled. "So, Paladin, good thing I ignored it when you said you could handle those three by yourself, uh?" The Brotherhood of Steel man looked down "Yeah, well... I admit I was wrong. I'm just not used to receiving help from civilians." Jane smiled at him, extending a hand in friendship. "I hope you have a safe journey back to that Citadel of yours." He shook her hand, and went on his way.<br><br>Jane turned around, and looked down the road. This little fight with the group of mutants had been entertaining, but she was almost out of rations and was eager to see Rivet City. Jane was a seasoned adventurer. Originally from Megaton, she left two years ago and explored many areas of the Capital Wasteland. When she found the Super Sledge, on a dead Outcast, she became quite a beast in battle, and managed to defeat many obstacles by herself.<br><br>But one place she had never visited was Rivet City. She knew it was a fairly populous town, and to be honest, the solo travel was starting to get very lonely. She was a social person, she liked to chat with others, and now it was more than time to get someplace where she would find others to have a drink with. Of course, she had no idea of what had happened there.<br><br>Resuming her route, she started walking towards the vast ship in the distance. She was almost there now, just a few more hours.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 00:10:06</strong>
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				Grim, as he thought of himself, and as he was known, did not ever hear the broadcast.&nbsp; He had been traveling along with a man named Crazy Wolfgang. He had run into them having some problems along the way, shot a raider, and that was enough to get him on Wolfgang's good side. <br><br>All that really amounted to, though, was traveling with him, hearing some of his zen on the wasteland, and finding out a bit about the lay of the land, or, at least, the caravan route. It wasn't much, but it was also good to know; even the smallest bit of information could help save one in this blighted, blasted, God-forsaken wasteland.<br><br>&nbsp;When they had arrived at Rivet City, he planned to part ways. It seemed like a good place to rest up a few days, and check out. Who knows, maybe this would be "The One", that one place that he would fit in perfectly, that would make him happy to be there. It had to be out there somewhere! And he would keep on traveling until he found it. <br><br>Or death, he reminds himself. Grim's name is quite apt, you see, for he was prone to such thoughts and feelings. <br><br>It wasn't until he had actually had the drawbridge swing out to let him in, and he had been carefully inspected by the guard, that he found out just what in the hell was going on in there. He got a bit of information, all from a simple question the guard asked; did Grim have medical supplies?<br><br>Well, no, not really. Just those stimpaks of his, and he wasn't selling them. That eventually led him to ask what was going on that they needed the medical equipment. He got the gist of the situation, but no real details, though he did understand one thing. They needed people--like him-- to go out there and get stuff for them.<br><br>This could be good. At the very least, he can get some caps out of the deal, maybe use it as a way to get some <em>action...</em> And if this was "The One" place, then it would be a great way to get his foot in the door, an excellent start to gaining permanent residency. <br><br>With these thoughts in mind, his first stop was actually the market. He wanted to sit down, get a drink and something to eat first. In all honesty, he had the caps to spare, and preferred something besides the water, salted meat, and occasionally scavenged bit of food that he's been getting by on. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 00:27:36</strong>
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				<em> Chris, James and Stacy ducked behind the flaming hummer what was laid on the side. The scent of the burning flesh filled the air as another burst hit the useless vehicle. Chris new if they don't move fast they will be trapped here. Now he lost half of his team, two of them were burning inside the car and one of them was shoot.<br>"Stacy! Cover us until we reach that dune. From there we cover you."<br>The woman nodded to him then moved to the edge of the wreck then she started to lay suppressing fire from her browning M2 minimgun. Just a moment later Chris and James jumped on their feet and ran to the cover of the dune. They laid down on the top of it and Chris signaled to Stacy that now it was her run. She started to run but then a burst caught her from the side. The tough and beautiful girl became a cloud of blood and flesh. The bullets tore her apart.<br>For a moment Chris forgot to even breath as he watched her death.<br>"Shit. No!" James exclaimed then disappeared next to him leaving his weapon behind. Chris turned over and he saw that thing what grabbed James leg. It was huge but the body still remembered him a human. Or what was a human being at once. The twisted face, the green skin and a lot of bulging muscle. A super mutant. The mutant hold James with two hands at her ankles and tried to pull him down from the dune.<br>Chris aimed his AK-74 at the mutant and pulled the trigger. But nothing happened. It seemed the weapon had jammed. He cursed and reached out for James' hands. He grabbed them and tried to pull back his friend. James begged to him not let him go but the super mutant was the stronger. But he did his best. Until James began to scream in pain. Blood poured from his mouth then he was ripped in half. Chris could see it from close. He paniced and tried to let go James' hands but he still hold his. He couldn't get free. He just couldn't.</em><br><br>Chris woke up panting hard. His forhead was bathing in colt sweat. He needed a few moments to realize it was only a dream. A dream what frequently visited him. He clenched his hand into fists to stop the shaking. Once he calmed down he shook his head. Once he indeed experienced something like this, but the dream was always more horrible.<br><br>But he didn't have time for this. He stood up from the rock. As he looked around he couldn't see anything but desert and rocks. However he knew from a traveller that there must be a city nearby. The guy said the city was an old ship. If he was correct then Chris should reach it before sun set. But he couldn't reach it if he just stand there.<br><br>So Chris checked his equipment and satisfied that everything still was in it's place he took a gulp from the gourd then began to walk. He started to thinking and tried to remember the name of the city. After a half hour later he got it. If he lucky he will have a dinner in Rivet City.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SheenaTiger</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 17:30:57</strong>
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				Hitomi was wandering for some days now, always into the direction of the buildings she saw at the horizon, and always slowly thanks to the huge burden of things she had picked before leaving the vault. She knew they could have needed all of it, but they knew that she needed a real chance, they were no cruel people after all. 1 day ago she had reached the outskirts of the city and found the buildings destroyed, not like in the pictures she saw back in the vault, and to make things worse, she had seen several huge green humanoids. Since then she had hidden herself inside the ruins of an old building and out of boredom she had begun to tinker around with her PipBoy. It was an awesome tool she got at her 10th birthday, but it never really worked and no one ever allowed her to tinker around with it to make it work properly.<br><br>Now she finally managed to echange some wires with those she had with herself, it was hard to work on the PipBoy since it was attached to her arm, but some new scales and stuff lightened up and even a female voice came from the tool at her arm.<br><br><em>"een an accident.&nbsp; &nbsp;An explosion onboard the ship and it’s urgent that we gain more medical&nbsp; &nbsp;supplies as soon as possible. Our clinic has been overwhelmed and we&nbsp; &nbsp;simply don’t have enough resources to provide care to all of our&nbsp; &nbsp;wounded.</em><em> Please,”</em> the woman pleaded over the speaker.&nbsp; <em>“Whoever&nbsp; &nbsp;you are, anything you can bring us will help but if you’re willing to&nbsp; &nbsp;do more we have a plan and a proposition for you. So please… Plea”</em><br><br>Just at that moment a person landed literally in front of her feet and Hitomi ripped in shock the wires she just replaced out of her PipBoy again, jumped up to her feet and yelped out loud. Without knowing what she was doing she had her weapon in her hand and screamed in fear, barely seeing she was aiming at another woman. Only the calming hand and words of another person made her lower her weapon as she panted and slowly calmed down. She looked up to the man that stood near her and an animal not far behind him. It reminded her of a cow... she saw some pictures... but it was odd with 2 heads.<br><br>"It is fine young woman. We are no enemies, i am a doctor and on my way to Rivet City. Maybe you have seen it already, just around the corner of this building, that huge ship there. I think i heard a message i heard since some days in my radio, though i see no radio around you. Maybe you should come with the overexcited young lady and me and see if you can lend a hand over in the city. It will be more save there then out here and i could use one more pair of hands to unload my transport-Brahmin. I will need to unload most supplies i have over in Rivet City, but considering the message i doubt my sparse supplies will be enough, if only someone would be able to help me out with more caps."<br><br>Hitomi listened to the man, only understanding maybe halve of the said stuff and simply nodded, being totally overwhelmed.<br><br>"S...sure... then... let's go? To whereever this... River-City is?" she answered, spelling the name of the city slightly wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 17:42:27</strong>
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				Kitai had made it to the outskirts of Rivet City by the early afternoon of the following day.&nbsp; Her trek had gone without incident thanks to the safe routes that she had learned from the traveling merchants and her ability to avoid detection.&nbsp; It was most fortunate considering the fate that befell most women who were discovered and captured by raiders.&nbsp; Such a thing was common now that most of the known world delved into lawless anarchy and most had to forgo their morality for the sake of survival.&nbsp; Kitai found herself looking forward to the company of other adventurers after her first night sleeping alone in the wastes.&nbsp; She had found shelter in a ruined house that had been long since abandoned, but that alone did not guarantee safety.&nbsp; Sleep had not come easy and was interrupted several times from the sounds of the things that lurked in the dark of the ruined city, but she had still managed to get enough to get by.<br><br>There had been a handful of people in the area as she continued towards her destination, each of them going about their business and not paying her much mind.&nbsp; <em>I wonder who among them are going to be tagging along.</em>&nbsp; She climbed up the makeshift fortification that lead to the city’s gangway only to be stopped at the top of the steps by an armed security officer.&nbsp; <em>”The city is closed to travelers for the time being.&nbsp; Only citizens of Rivet City may enter; I know every one of them by face and name so don’t even think about conning your way in.”</em>&nbsp; Kitai looked around and noticed a few other people standing around trying to decide what to do while traveling merchants opted to pedal their wares now that they were the only market with which the wastelanders could trade.<br><br>“Er…&nbsp; I’m not here for the market.&nbsp; I came in response to the Doctor Li’s broadcast.&nbsp; You know… for the medical supplies.”&nbsp; The officer’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement.&nbsp; <em>”You have medical supplies?!”</em>&nbsp; Kitai blinked.&nbsp; “Uh, no…&nbsp; The message mentioned something about a plan and a proposition.”<br><br>Disappointment spread across his face with the answer she had given him.&nbsp; <em>”Oh…&nbsp; Hold on one moment.”</em>&nbsp; The officer went towards the intercom near the drawbridge and spoke into it briefly, though Kitai was too far away to clearly make out what was being said.&nbsp; After a moment, he addressed all those who were present as a group.&nbsp; <em>”For those who are here to visit Rivet City, I’m going to have to ask you to go on your way.&nbsp; Unless if you have significant medical experience or are selling medical supplies, it will be several more days before our city will be open to the public once again.&nbsp; Sorry for any inconvenience.&nbsp; For those who wish to assist the city further, Doctor Li will be out shortly to discuss her proposition to you.”</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 17:58:31</strong>
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				Jane arrived at the bridge slightly after Kitai. She took a moment to admire the view. It was an old, broken down ship, but it was still quite impressive. She kept her weapon on her shoulder and took a deep breath, taking in the humid air, before continuing towards the bridge.<br><br>She stepped on the metallic structure, and noticed some people were standing at the other end. She walked over and only caught the end of the broadcast. Still unsure what was going on, she asked with a curious expression "Hey there.. I'm new to these parts, what's going on?" Clearly something unusual was happening, but she couldn't tell what.<br><br>She tried to look as friendly as she could. Having people to talk to always made her happy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 10:07:13</strong>
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				He lingers around&nbsp; with the quickly growing group of others who seemed intent on getting this job. He just hoped this wouldn't turn into some sort of competition, with backstabbing and double-crossing.&nbsp; He's seen that happen before, groups dissolving into in-fighting and&nbsp; it always ended messily. <br><br>His thoughts still lingered on getting in there and bartering for some food that wasn't the same old rations he's been living off of for quite some time. It's only until he heard one of them pose a question that he actually turned to really pay attention to any of them in particular, instead of looking at them all as a group. <br><br>As his attention focused on the woman who asked what was going on, he shrugged his shoulders, and explained. "Something big went down in Rivet City, they're not letting people in. But if you stick around, Doctor Li's got a job for scavvers like us, getting medical supplies." He says this fairly confidently. This is simply how he sees things, though, and he might be a little off, or skimped on some detail. <br><br>"I'm hoping it will pay big myself." He would say, to no one in particular really. He simply began to listlessly wander around. Eventually, he settled down on one portion of the steel balcony, and cast his eyes towards the metro station in the distance.&nbsp; He kept a certain distance from the others, and occasionally, casually cast a wary glimpse at them. Being that their was quite a few people about, and no one he knows, he was worried about someone trying to steal a few caps or other items from him or his pack. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 19:08:34</strong>
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				Weary from spending what seemed like an eternity in the clinic, Red finally arrived at his ridiculously small apartment.&nbsp; Posters and pictures of pre-war cars, boats, locomotives, you name it – if it had a motor, Red decorated his walls with it.&nbsp; His favorite picture was of a pre-war Airforce jet, one day he hoped that he would get to see one.<br><br>Red discarded his blood soaked clothes and began to wash himself with some semi-clean water that was poured into a large bowl.&nbsp; After he was finished with the task of washing off, he began to pack.&nbsp; Tomorrow and the day or two after that would be hell.&nbsp; He had volunteered to go on Dr. Li’s supply mission in exchange for the Doctor to schedule Jason’s operation first.&nbsp; He stuffed his backpack with ammo, some food, and a few medical supplies he had recently ‘acquired’.&nbsp; He didn’t want to travel too heavy, after all the mission was to bring stuff back so he had to save some room.&nbsp; He also laid out his gear checking over each piece to make sure everything was in order.&nbsp; He inspected his trusty pistol - a Desert Eagle .44 magnum, his protection – a combat jacket and a combat helmet, and finally a gas mask.&nbsp; He once witnessed the effect mustard gas had and as soon as he could, he purchased himself a gas mask.&nbsp; With everything in order, Red turned out the lights and went to sleep early.&nbsp; <br><br>The next morning, Red hustled to follow Dr. Li through the maze of corridors inside Rivet City.&nbsp; The doctor was on her way to brief those who had showed up to help.&nbsp; They were both surprised that anyone at all had volunteered to help.&nbsp; Now-a-days everyone kept to themselves and didn’t go out of their way unless there was some reward.&nbsp; Sometimes it seemed that greed and violence were the only things that moved the people of the Capital Wasteland. Red hated it but had no choice but to accept it as a fact of life.<br><br>Dr. Li knew of a cache of medical supplies somewhere near The Capitol Mall, the plan was for them to go and fetch the stuff for her and bring it back.&nbsp; Red wasn’t excited to be leaving the city for a Super Mutant infested shithole, he would much rather spend his time drinking and gambling.&nbsp; His motivation to save his friend was greater than his lethargic tendencies, but that wouldn’t stop him from bitching about it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 21:55:41</strong>
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				As Chris closed on Rivet city the surroundings change. The dust and stones were replaced by ruins. It must have been a big city most buildings were still standing. He knew he had to be more cautious. The ruins mean a lot of cover and a jungle like this even a super mutant could hide himself. He pulled his hunting rifle out from the top of his backpack. He checked the weapon. He also checked his revolver. He was satisfied that both weapon were operational and in a good shape.<br><br>He walked along the empty streets and his eyes continuously scanned the area. He expected an attack after every corner and searched the windows to find a barrel aiming at him. Maybe someone would call him paranoid, but he rather be paranoid than dead. He toyed with the idea that he should choose a more covered route and stay out of sight. But he needed to reach Rivet City today. His supply was running low.<br><br>After several hours of marching he reached his destination. The ship was bigger as he imagined and was amazed what could humans accomplished before the war. However a lot of people were around the drawbridge and they were not entering the city nor leaving it. He didn't liked it. Again he checked his weapons threw the hunting rifle over his shoulder then walked to them.<br><br>He planned to talk with some of the merchants about the situation but he didn't managed to get them. His attention focused on a woman who stand not far from the drawbridge. He even stopped as he realized what kind of weapon she's got. A super sledge hammer! It was a product of the Brotherhood. His eyes scanned the woman from top to bottom to find anything else what was related to the Brotherhood. Fortunately she didn't wear any kind of their uniforms and he didn't notice anything else. And he didn't recognize her so even if she was a member of the Brotherhood they didn't know each other so she couldn't identify him. However he stared at her just enough to provoke. So he turned his head towards the merchants.<br><br>He stepped to two man who were discussing something.<br>"Excuse me? Why everybody standing in here instead of entering the city?"<br>"You didn't hear it?" asked back one of them "It has been an accident in the city. Now they locked down thew gates only those are free to enter who had medical supplies. I've also heard that on of the city leaders are searching for some scavenger and mercenaries who can bring them medical supply."<br>"Hmm really?" Chris pondered the opportunity. It's not that he was afraid of fight and he did mercenary job before it's just he proffered to be a mechanic. "And who should I speak to if&nbsp; I'm intrested?"<br>The merchant shrugged.<br>"I don't know. But as I heard from conversation those peoples are also up for it" he pointed to the direction of a few people and that woman with the super sledge was amongst them. He thanked the help then approached the other scavengers.<br><br>He was still holding his rifle with one hand.<br>"Hello there! I'm just arrived and I heard about that Rivet city need a few men for a job. Do you know details?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SheenaTiger</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 13:23:17</strong>
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				Hitomi looked from the men over to Clair and blinked, she needed some seconds to puzzle together what the stuttering woman was tellng her and looked down at her own side where her pride and the reason for her travels hung at her hip, the laser pistol. "Uh no... well... thats..." she began to explain as Doc Hoff interrupted.<br><br>"Well Clair, you see the weapon quite well, and it seems to be in good shape, better then what you find in the wastelands. But i can say, the display on it is not active, so it seems that no functional battery is used to make it work. So our young girl here must have had a lucky find, am i right?" he asked while all 3 of them started walking to Rivet City, that was clearly visible from the distance.<br><br>Hitomi shook her head while she stuffed her gun away and hurried to follow the more experienced 2, lead by Doc Hoff who knew the safe ways. "No that ...i repaired it back in the vault where i used to life. But i guess i was a bit to happy that i was able to make it work after taking all other pistols apart for it. After that i used up all energycells we had in the vault and... destroyed some stuff. The elders simply threw me out of the Vault and... you 2 are the first people that not seem to want the few things i have."<br><br>She stumbled slightly as she saw the mass of people that had gathered in front of the huge hill of steel that was Rivet City. Hitomi hurried to the side of Doc Hoff and Clair while they slowly apporached the people. "Between... my name is Hitomi." she remembered how Clair introduced herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 03:47:45</strong>
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				Kitai watched as more people began to gather on the makeshift ramp in response to the guard’s announcement.&nbsp; Several minutes passed and the crowd began speaking in a cumulative murmur amongst themselves before a lean woman was seen crossing the gangplank.&nbsp; She wore the harsh years of life well, her strides were powerful as her presence all but demanded respect.&nbsp; Doctor Madison Li only took a few steps onto the structure before stopping and looking over the gathering.&nbsp; Her long white medical coat had several splotches of crimson and at that distance the fatigue shown clearly on her posture.&nbsp; It was obvious that she had been working non-stop since the explosion to tend to the injured and would likely resume once she finished assembling the party.<br><br><em>”For those who are still not aware, there has been an incident in the Rivet City Marketplace that has left dozens severely injured and our medical supplies exhausted to stabilize them for the time being.&nbsp; For those who have come with the intent of selling their personal stash of medical supplies, we are willing to pay five-times their normal price.&nbsp; Unfortunately, it is unlikely that we will be able to accumulate enough through this method alone…”</em><br><br><em>”In the process of looking for solutions to the shortage, an officer had stumbled across a document giving the location of a cache that has more than enough to sustain our needs.&nbsp; The problem is that it is in the basement of the Capital Building, which is a stronghold for Super Mutants.&nbsp; The cache is hidden in the basement where it is very unlikely to have been discovered by happenstance.&nbsp; It goes without saying that this mission will be very dangerous and survival is not guaranteed.&nbsp; Those who volunteer for this mission will be rewarded handsomely upon their return.&nbsp; Each volunteer will be given two options upon their return.&nbsp; The first of which will be to receive ten-times the normal price for their share of the supplies.&nbsp; The second, receive five-times the normal price for the wares, but also granted citizenship within Rivet City complete with private quarters and all the privileges that come with it.”</em><br><br>Doctor Li paused for a moment to allow the group to consider the offer.<br><br><em>”For those who wish to enlist for this mission, please step forward now and state your name and specialty.”</em><br><br>Excitement raced through Kitai’s body like jolts of electricity.&nbsp; The thought of being able to prove her skills in an environment that would truly test her made her anxious for the opportunity.&nbsp; Sneaking through a ruined structure full of nooks and shadows couldn’t be more ideal of an opportunity for her, Super Mutants or not, she would be at home within the darkness.&nbsp; Without hesitating, she took several steps forward until she was separated from the crowd.<br><br>“Kitai Tivrusky; skilled thief, sneak, scout, and infiltrator at your service.”&nbsp; She said with a flashy bow to show off her lithe movements and playful personality.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 04:01:55</strong>
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				When the woman came out, his wariness still demanded he pay attention to those around him, paranoid of potential thieves. He did listen as intently as he could, though, and did pay particular attention to the woman that was addressing them.<br><br>As her words ended, and the words of another woman, younger, and more excitable, were audible, he listened. Aha! Their <em>was</em> a thief amongst the crowd. At least now he knew who it was he had to watch. <br><br>He made his way forward without expressing his thought on that matter, his expression fitting his name sake. "I go by the name Grim. I'm good at killing things." He said with absolutely no flare whatsoever. "Sign me up." Once he had spoken, he moved towards the back of the group, letting the others come forward and sign up for this high stakes mission. <br><br>He took some time to idly check over his gear, while also paying attention to anyone else that may sign up for it, and sizing them all up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 15:01:31</strong>
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				Red followed Dr. Li out and listened to her announcement.&nbsp; He didn’t realize that the Doctor was willing to pay so generously for the supplies.&nbsp; With the deal made before hand that the Doctor would work on his friend, Red was restricted to the five times price since he was already a resident of Rivet City, this didn’t bother him too much.&nbsp; But his thoughts kept going towards that ten times price and how much booze and women he could buy with that many caps.<br><br>Reluctantly, Red stepped from behind Dr. Li and introduced himself, “Hi everyone, I’m Red, I’ll be the medic for this mission.” After introducing himself, he made his way over to Kitai and extended his hand for a handshake.&nbsp; “Hi Kitai, pleased to meet you.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 20:48:37</strong>
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				Chris listened to Dr. Li announcement. But when he heard the details of this mission he didn't like it. Damn Super muties again! This mission wasn't highly dangerous it was suicide. However he was running low with supply both medical and food. He hoped he could find some work in the city and could choose the comfortable way to earn some caps.<br><br>But it looked like he had no choice. He didn't have enough cash to buy his supplies from the merchants outside not to mention they prices would at least double the usual. And he couldn't get into the city either. Chris didn't like this kind of turn of events but he had to join the team.<br><br>He looked carfully the other three applicant. One of them announced herself as a thief. It meant two things. He better watch his belongings around her and she didn't has too much in her head if she announced this so openly. The second man was more intresting, however he didn't say much, but he believed that little. Grim. This name just suits him fine. And finally a doctor. At least someone could patch them together. Well, if there will be anything to patch.<br><br>Chris walked forward.<br>"My name is Chris. I'm a mechanic but I use this one well too." he raised his rifle a bit but not in a threatening manner "I'm up for this little quest."<br>Once Red came to him he shake hand with him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SheenaTiger</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 19:38:09</strong>
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				Hitomi clearly was nervous while she stood a bit at the outside of the crowd that had gathered while Doc Hoff nearly vanished with his Brahmin as he left the 2 woman alone. Nevertheless she listened to what the woman that came from the ship had to say and what those other people were saying to the crowd.<br><br>As far as she understood, she would not be allowed to enter that 'City' inside the ship, not that she wanted if there would be so many wounded people, instead some heroism kicked in, she could not let people suffer while somewhere close by must be something to help them and there would simply be need for someone who gathered it. Of course she had no clue what a 'Supermutant' could be, maybe one of those animals she had seen.<br><br>While she heard Chris talking she began to make her way to the place with the other people who introduced each other. She only threw a short look at Clair before she lost her thanks to the people in front of the City, she hoped the other woman would follow and come with her, it not seemed like she had anything else to do.<br><br>After she made her way to the other applicants for this mission she took some deep breaths.<br><br>"Hello... i...i am Hitomi. I am new to the outside world... I lived in a vault until recently so... well... I can work with electric stuff, if that is enough. Though i not know as what i could qualify out here, back home i was about to become a scientist... most likely."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 04:13:16</strong>
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				Kitai did not miss the various looks she had received after announcing her specialty, but was not surprised.&nbsp; Pickpocketing had never been her specialty, nor did it really entice her.&nbsp; Her pride told her that she was above stealing simple pocket change and doing so would only be a waste of her talent.&nbsp; &nbsp;She stole more for the challenge and the thrill, the financial gain was only a benefit of her hobby.&nbsp; Those around her did not know this fact and she knew that every one of them had instinctively become well aware of the location of their personal belongings and would be keeping a close eye on her.&nbsp; It was fine by Kitai, she had no intention to steal from these people and didn’t mind the extra attention.<br><br>The fact that one of them had actually approached her and introduced himself caused an intrigued eyebrow to rise.&nbsp; <em>“Hi Kitai, pleased to meet you.”</em>&nbsp; A grin formed upon her lips as she offered out his hand in a formal greeting.&nbsp; <em>Politeness to a self-admitted thief?&nbsp; I think I’m really going to enjoy the company of this gentleman.</em>&nbsp; Her hand reached out to meet his in a friendly grip.<br><br>“Nice to meet you Doc, it’s good to know that you’ll be there to patch my injuries should I get busted up too badly.&nbsp; I’m one who can appreciate a man who is well versed in human anatomy...”&nbsp; Kitai gave him a quick wink before withdrawing her hand and turning back to the crowd as others volunteered their services.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 18:06:42</strong>
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				"Grim, Chris, Hitomi, Kitai, pleased to meet you all.&nbsp; Quite a mess here in Rivet City I must say.&nbsp; We really appreciate your help, yeah!" Red said as he inspected the crew.&nbsp; They all seemed a capable bunch, but it still bothered him a little to be placing his life in the hands of strangers.&nbsp; He made it a point to get to know them as best as he could with what time he had.&nbsp; If he stayed on their good side, then they just may go that extra little bit for him.&nbsp; That little extra bit could mean the difference in living to see another day or kicking the bucket.&nbsp; Red would much rather see the next sunrise, even if it was in an irradiated hellhole.<br><br>“The Capitol Building… no walk in the park huh?” he asked his companions.&nbsp; “Well, I’m ready anytime you guys are.” he offered a flashy smile and rested his hand on his trusty Desert Eagle.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 19:12:29</strong>
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				Jane watched as the crowd grew around her. It seemed like people from all around the wastes had gathered here, as well as citizens from within the city ship. When the doctor came out to speak to them, she listened carefully, happy to get some details on what exactly was going on. Her initial goal of coming here was to meet new people and perhaps find something useful to do. She didn't realize it would be such an important and dire mission, but she was willing to help.<br><br>After some of the others gave their introductions, Jane stepped forward in front of the Doctor and spoke next. "Hey there. I'm Jane, from Megaton, and sort of a wastelands adventurer. I know the wastes pretty well and I can handle myself against mutants, so I'll help you out." She brought her Super Sledge down from her shoulder in front of her, showing she had the tools needed for such a perilous mission.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 02:28:59</strong>
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				He was quiet as he watched the others, until he heard his name being mentioned, as that got his attention. He gives a nod towards the doc, it might be a good idea to get to know him better. After all, their was always a good chance he was going to get wounded and need his assistance. Or, you know...death. Death was always a possibility. <br><br>Damn, how could he possibly afford to die out here? Not now. Not when he was getting close to something that he was sure was what he wanted. <br><br>But his attention remains grounded on those around him. More introductions were being made, and he was quietly assembling a list in his head of who was who and who did what. It was important, at least to him, for him to get to understand the other people he would be working with better, and you didn't always have to interact with others to figure that stuff out. <br><br>"Are you going to be leading us, then, Red?" He asked the moment the question bubbled up into his head. With a group this size, their's going to be a definite top dog, alpha male (or female), a leader of some kind. Since the doctor was a Rivet City native, he simply assumed that he would fit into that position by default...but their's no guarantee he would stay there if he was. <br><br>The thing with Grim is...he's seen how shitty and petty people can be. Consequently, he's become somewhat cynical and jaded of other travelers of the blighted world they live in. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 20:55:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This group started to turn into a very unique one. The surprise was on his face when Hitomi claimed that she was a vault dweller. Just like everyone else he heard about the vaults he saw a few item from vaults but he never met one who was in a vault. However her scientific skill maybe won't be usefull so he was hoping she could do something else.<br><br>The Doc seemed alright. But when Jane introduced herself and claimed she could take down supermutants he wasn't sure he heard that right. At least it comfirms that she wasn't part of the Brotherhood and she never had been, because she wouldn't talk like this. She possibly looted the super sledge somewhere. Chris decided he must be very carefull around her. Big mouth big trouble.<br><br>"It's fine with me if you lead us" Chris told to Red "But I ain't ready. I don't know how far is the capital building but I had very little food and water left. Can we borrow the necessary amount from the city for our trip. They can substract the price from my reward <em>if</em> I came back."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 01:06:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whoa whoa, slow down guys.&nbsp; I'm no leader, hows about we go about this mission in a democratic kinda manner... everyone gets a word, whaddya say?" Red said to the group as he humbly hung his head and shuffled the dirt with his foot.&nbsp; Lethargic at heart, he didn't want any more responsibility than was necessary.&nbsp; When Chris said he needed supplies, Red seized on the subject change.&nbsp; "You need some water and food huh?&nbsp; I can help ya out.&nbsp; I have a few caps I can loan you.&nbsp; Whaddya need?&nbsp; I'll run over to the market place and pick up the stuff, I'll be back in a jiffy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 00:54:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Doctor Li looked upon the few that volunteered and after a few minutes decided that none more will step forward.&nbsp; She cleared here throat in a manner to attract attention before speaking once more.&nbsp; <em>“Very well, will the six of you please follow me into the city where we you can spend the next two hours resting and seeing to your needs while we prepare for your briefing.”</em>&nbsp; She glanced over ad Doc Hoff and could easily see the signs of a person well versed in medicine.&nbsp; Li pointed to him as she continued.&nbsp; <em>”Doctor, right?&nbsp; Please come with me as well.”</em>&nbsp; There was an audible murmur of objection through the rest of the crowd, which she had expected.&nbsp; She had intended on allowing only those who stepped forward within the city and felt it would be best to wait until she had her volunteers before mentioning that portion for obvious reasons.<br><br><em>”But that’s not fair!&nbsp; If they can go in, then we all should be able to!”</em><br><br>The Doctor glared daggers at the man who uttered that objection.&nbsp; <em>”Not fair?&nbsp; NOT FAIR?”</em>&nbsp; With three powerful strides the distance between them was closed and she had an iron grip on the collar of his weathered shirt.&nbsp; <em>”These people are risking their very lives for the sake of our city and its citizens.&nbsp; It would be ‘not fair’ to not provide them with time to rest and prepare themselves for their journey.&nbsp; I recommend that you watch your tongue lest I see to it that you are never allowed within the walls of Rivet City, which is well within my power.”</em><br><br>She released the man and turned to walk along the drawbridge ushering the volunteers into the city.&nbsp; <em>”There are empty hotel rooms on the upper decks which are available for you free of charge should you wish to rest for a short while.&nbsp; The marketplace is currently under repairs and is closed to everybody but security and maintenance personnel.&nbsp; If you require food and drink simply let Vera, the hotel overseer, know what you need.&nbsp; Please stay out of the lower decks of the ship, that is where we are tending to the injured and would prefer to keep it free of civilian traffic.&nbsp; In two hours I expect to see you in the top floor of the tower, which can be reached by following the main stairwell up.&nbsp; Thank you again for helping us, I hope you enjoy what little hospitality we can offer you in these trying times.”</em><br><br><hr><br>Kitai followed the doctor when urged to do so and joined the group into the city.&nbsp; She had gotten some rest the night before and was eager for a chance to explore the city a bit or mingle with her fellow teammates.&nbsp; There seemed to be a wide array of personalities and skills amongst them and she wanted to figure out the ones who would not react violently to her mischievous side.&nbsp; Once in the stairwell, Doctor Li parted ways with Doc Hoff in order to get him situated with patients before preparing for the briefing leaving the rest of them to their own devices.<br><br>On the weathered wall of the corridor were several signs pointing the way to the various floors and key locations.&nbsp; “Soooooo,”&nbsp; Kitai began as she looked away from the signs and looked to the others, “what is everybody gonna do?&nbsp; Food sounds good to me.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 01:53:48</strong>
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				Grim followed along with the others, his attention primarily focused on the self admitted thief. He would be particularly wary of her--and to a lesser extent, everyone else-- until he found out what they were like, and knew what to expect. His countenance, as he travels, remains his namesake.<br><br>"Food. Anything that isn't jerky." Mind you, he was quite fond of jerky, but not when it was the only thing you were eating, morning noon and night, for the better part of a week.&nbsp; His voice does not show much emotion, much like his stone-like facial expression.<br><br>"Maybe we could swap stories?" He suggested, to no one in particular, as, he figured, that was a good way to indirectly gauge the other members of the group by. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 04:21:13</strong>
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				Jane wasn't really concerned about the others. Whether they be thieves or simple survivors, she was just glad to be among people again. And if anyone tried anything, she was well able to defend herself. She listened to the chatting as she walked with the group inside of the city ship, her weapon on her shoulder.<br><br>Once inside, she looked at all of the hallways and the rooms made of metal and other strange materials. It's the first time she entered Rivet City. She had seen a lot of ruins from years before the war, but never on this scale. Even Megaton seemed small and fragile compared with this town made of steel. While she was usually more concerned with combat than technical stuff, Jane still appreciated the impressive display.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SheenaTiger</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 15:27:05</strong>
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				Hitomi followed the lead of the other people in silence, she was not sure what she had gotten herself into. Salvaging some medical stuff did not sound life-threatening, but this doctor Li mentioned they would put their very life on the line. As they reached the stairs and people began to ask questions she looked around, with a feeling of weakness and fear.<br><br>"I guess... some... some food is a good idea... I guess i will get something and then sit down and wait... where we should meet her in 2 hours." she told the others, while playing with her PipBoy that was attached to her arm. Even with those walls of steel around her, that reminded her of the safety of the vault she was used to not helped her to calm down enough. Thinking hard on what she got herself into, she hoped she could get some tools and stuff into her hands for those 2 hours, maybe even some batteries to make a makeshift battery for her Lasergun, this place seemed to be able o support her with some nice stuff, unlike the ruins outside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:25:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After doctor Li's action Chris decided he rather like her. Her suggestion sounded very good to him, so he followed the other into the city. Once he was inside he looked around himself. If he didn't count that explosion the ship was in a good shape. From the outside it was a magnificent view, but the inside didn't look so different from a Brotherhood bunker.<br><br>Again Hitomi caught his attention or rather what was on her arm. A PipBoy. As a former team leader he had one back in the Brotherhood. That thing could significantly increase their survival chances. Of course if it still operational.<br>"Do I see right? It's a PipBoy on your arm? Does it works?" he asked the girl as he stepped closer to her so he could have a better look on it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SheenaTiger</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:39:18</strong>
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				Hitomi looked up at the one who approached her and blushed as he began to talk to her and began to fiddle around on her Wattz 1000.<br><br>"Uh... umm... y...yes of course it is functional! What do you think we have in our vault? If it is not functional, we repair it." she nearly barked at Chris. This was one of the few topics that hit her nerves. "It works 100% fine... aside of... of the radio. I need to replace a couple of wires and need to make adjustments. I never was aware of problems with that function, because the vault is well protected from radiowaves too it seems, since at no channel we ever had any signs of dogs who sent something or other stuff, but after i left the vault and began to experiment i suddenly had voices on a channel. But just after that there was a... some kind of... accident... and ... and now i need to replace wires. Is that functional enough in your opinion?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 15:26:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Red had two hours to kill, “I’ll be down the stairwell at ‘The Muddy Rudder’ if anyone cares to join me.” He extended an invitation to his new companions.&nbsp; He was ready right now, but the others needed a little more time.&nbsp; As he made his way down to the Muddy Rudder for some refreshment, he stopped by the restroom and took a pre-mission dump.&nbsp; Feeling relieved and 5 pounds lighter, he continued on to the tavern in the lower deck of the ship.&nbsp; He ordered his favorite, a nuka-cola and whiskey, just a little drink to take the edge off his nerves.&nbsp; He mumbled his thanks to Belle and tossed a few caps onto the counter to pay for his drink.&nbsp; <br><br>Red killed the next two hours playing billiards and socializing with any of his new teammates that found their way down to 'The Muddy Rudder'.&nbsp; When it was time, he climbed the stairwell to the top deck for Dr. Li's briefing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 22:23:10</strong>
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				"It depends. Is the map of this area installed on it? Is the marking function works? And how about the various terminal connection?" he stormed Hitomi with more questions. If he were scum like raiders he would probably kill Hitomi at the first possible moment. But he wasn't. However if the super mutants kill her he wanted to know if it worth the effort to take it from her. It maybe sounded cruel but that was how the wastland worked.Dead peoples don't need technology.<br><br>As they speaking he tried to find out where was that Hotel that doctor Li mentioned and especially where was it's overseer, Vera.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 05:03:48</strong>
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				"I think I'll join you." He would say to Red. The place he mentioned sounded like a bar of some kind, and he wanted to get a drink. This was also an opportunity for him, to ask a resident of this place what this place was like, what the people were like. He wanted to figure out which would be more worthwhile: Taking the lowered money with citizenship, or taking all the money and continuing his exploration.&nbsp; Assuming he doesn't end up taking a dirt nap during this mission.<br><br><br>When he took the time to use the bathroom, Grim just lurked around outside a bit, and briefly chatted with one of the locals.&nbsp; Then he started down to The Muddy Rudder once he had directions to get there. He'd order a bottle of nuka cola--and over the next few hours, several more-- and wait. When Red showed up, he'd head over to the man. <br><br>He doesn't bother with beating around the bush or anything, he just launches right into asking his question. "Yo. So, what's life like around here, usually?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SheenaTiger</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 14:53:39</strong>
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				"T..there is a map... but i think it is an old one. It was on the PipBoy when i got it but i barely found any use for it. All other functions are working, it nearly is as good as a freshly produced one." Hitomi tells Chris without any second thoughts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 17:49:19</strong>
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				“Ah, Grim! Glad you could join me.” Red greeted the man with a smile. “What’s it like around here huh?&nbsp; Well, I would say that the folks are nice enough.&nbsp; Just about everyone keeps to their own business which is just fine and dandy with me.&nbsp; Don’t have to worry much about thieves either the security around here is tight if you haven’t noticed. See what I mean.”&nbsp; He nodded in the direction of a patrolman that just walked into the bar.&nbsp; “As long as one wouldn’t go about making disruptions then I imagine they would get along just fine in Rivet City.&nbsp; If you have a craft or skill that would be useful, then you could do quite well for yourself in the marketplace… or what’s left of it at least.”<br><br>Red continued the idle chat with Grim until it was time to convene at the top deck.&nbsp; “Well, I guess it’s about time to get up top my friend.”&nbsp; Red said to Grim.&nbsp; “C’mon, it’s this way.”&nbsp; He lead the way up the stairwell to the arranged meeting place.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 21:31:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded as he listened to Red explain, the expression that earns him his namesake lifting only to offer the faint ghost of a smile. "Sounds like a good place, then. A lot better than most of the holes I've seen."<br><br>When it was eventually time for them to convene, he'd follow along behind Red. The man was probably born here and lived here his entire life, so he'd know exactly where it was that they would have to go and meet up. "Think they might need another guard?" Fighting was, Grim has decided, his only marketable skill.&nbsp; Then again, being a guard here... well, it's a possibility he's entertaining, at least. Unlike many who dwelled on this God forsaken planet, he tried to plan for the future, instead of just living day to day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 22:33:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kitai looked wide-eyed at the PipBoy.&nbsp; <em>Those things are pre-war artifacts that are beyond rare to find in such working condition.&nbsp; They are trophies with a very high price tag, not that anybody was foolish enough to sell them once they got their hands on one.&nbsp; They are just too handy from what I hear.</em>&nbsp; She wanted it, but who in all honesty wouldn’t?&nbsp; Fortunately for Hitomi, for a thief Kitai had integrity and morality, which is really the main thing that separated any outlaw from the common raider.&nbsp; Though she wanted it, she would never attempt to take it from her; they were a part of a team now and Kitai made it a rule never to steal from the very people who would be watching her back.<br><br>She could feel a piercing gaze upon her and it was obvious who was the source when she glanced around.&nbsp; Kitai knew the cause of it; this wasn’t the first time she received a stare down after her true nature was revealed.&nbsp; Not that she made it a point of making her trade well known, but rumors in the small town of Megaton spread like wildfire.&nbsp; She simply sighed inwardly and let it be.&nbsp; All the arguing in the world would only make Grim even more skeptical, of this she knew firsthand when dealing with his kind.&nbsp; <em>Chalk him off the list of potential playmates, too serious or cynical.</em><br><br>Then another person joined them from the outside, Kitai assumed it was a late volunteer.&nbsp; She returned her friendly nod with a smile and one of her own.&nbsp; It seemed that some of the others were beginning to socialize and head in their own directions, so Kitai decided to do the same since she was growing bored of just standing around.&nbsp; “I’m going to wander the ship.&nbsp; Would anybody care to join me?”&nbsp; She looked at Jane and the newcomer since they hadn’t been preoccupied at the moment.&nbsp; “My name is Kitai by the way, I assume you’re here for the mission.”&nbsp; She said to their newest compatriot.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 23:12:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see. Then you should ask around in town maybe they've got a computer with maps of the area we are about to enter. It would be usefull if we had it on your PipBoy. I'm planning to find this Vera and get some supplie." he said. He just briefly nodded for the newcomer then headed straight to the hotel.<br><br>Once he found it he asked for Vera and soon the woman came to meet him. Chris told her what he needed without any kind of protocol. Vera didn't liked it much however she'd got a word from doctor Li to give them what they asked for. An half hour later he left the hotel with 15 tinned food and an extra gourd of water. Then he searched for a quite place and checked each item with his Geiger counter. It didn't detected any kind of radiation, so he put them in his backpack with satisfaction.<br><br>He wandered around the ship a bit more before he finally decided to go up to the tower where the doctor gave them a more detailed briefing. At least he hoped she will do that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SheenaTiger</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 15:38:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi nodded slowly, she not really wanted to as kall kind of strangers about a map, but the one she had until now was not of much help to her either.<br><br>As she heard and saw Clair finally a wide smile played over her face, at least one person she knew a little bit more.<br><br>"I will.. i will go up to the meetingpoint and wait there. I do not know anything i could do here... that is, if no one has something to repair or such."
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