BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star & Giantmutantcrab)
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				Title: <strong>BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star &amp; Giantmutantcrab)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Giantmutantcrab</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 18:21:41</strong>
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				<strong>Marcus Kincaid narrates upon a black background.</strong><br><br><em>So... You want to hear a story, eh? One about treasure hunters? Haha, have I got a story for you! Pandora... This is our home. But make no mistake - this is not a planet of peace and love. They say it's a wasteland, that it's dangerous, that only a fool would search for something of value here. Then perhaps I am a fool. But do not be fooled by what Pandora appears to be. There was a legend... Many people tell it. The legend of the Vault! My father would always go on about the Vault; even with his dying breath. Advanced alien technology. Infinite wealth. Fame. Power. Women. So you can understand why some little kiddos who hear the stories grow up to become Vault hunters. Well, I have a story you may not believe. But I tell you it is true. The legend of the Vault is real! And it is here on Pandora. And a... let's call her a guardian angel appeared to guide the Vault hunters to their prize. The tale begins right here on Pandora, with the brave Vault hunters, the guardian angel and most importantly... Me.</em><br><br><strong>An acoustic guitar strums into an apparently blown-out mono speaker.</strong><br><br>The white screen fades into the view of a desolate wasteland.&nbsp; The landscape is little more then dry, arid flatlands and jutting walls of mountain scales, baked into various shades of brown by the hot, unforgiving Pandora sun.&nbsp; Two massive, brown, jagged mountain peaks on the horizon form an O shape.&nbsp; The badlands floor before it is nothing more than sand and dust, with the occasional patch of shriveling bush hugging rocks.&nbsp; There is a road in the dirt, beaten by the rubber wheels of heavy land vehicles.The only sign of “civilization” is a large, decrepit, rusting sign besides the packed dirt road.&nbsp; It reads “PANDORA; your final destination!” with the picture of a young couple facing to the bright and sunny horizon in the background.&nbsp; As another piece of the long-abandoned poster falls with a flat, steely clang, something walks through a makeshift doggy door at the bottom of the sign, thanks to another piece of the sign slipping and falling on the ground, creating a kind of ramp.&nbsp; <br><br>It’s a skag, one of the many…&nbsp; Shall we say, unique?&nbsp; members of the Pandora fauna.&nbsp; Skags are dog-like creatures, easily identified by their strong bony armor plates, aggressive behavior, and distinctive three-jawed mouths.&nbsp; It shuffles about, sniffling the steppe-like ground for a moment, before craning its neck back, its three-jawed mouth stretched out into a roar.&nbsp; Its long, prehensile tongue flickers comically with the vibration of the roar.&nbsp; Satisfied, it huffs and gallops a few steps, unknowingly stopping right on one of the two distinct tire tracks on the flat Pandora ground.&nbsp; A second later, a blue blur on wheels blind-sides the skag with a satisfying “splat”.&nbsp; Where there was once a skag, big bold floating white letters write: <span class="bbc_u">“BASS BX PRESENTS”</span><br><br><strong>The impact seems to knock some sense into the speakers; now, the theme song is loud and clear, coming out in full stereo glory.</strong><br><br>(Song: Ain’t no rest for the wicked, by Cage the Elephant.)<br>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBgp5aDH23g (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBgp5aDH23g)<br><br>The massive blue transport vehicle that smashed into the skag hit with enough force to embed it, at least temporarily into the thick front bumper.&nbsp; The dents along the steel frame suggests that this is not the first roadkill this bus has offered Pandora.&nbsp; The skag’s tongue wags limply out of its mouth as the bus keeps its top speed in the desert.&nbsp; Right next to the skag, written on the bumper; <span class="bbc_u">“A BORDERLANDS-INSPIRED RP”</span>.&nbsp; The four-wheeled land transport has five windows on each side, with a sixth for the driver sitting on the left.&nbsp; A large bay window is in the back, and there are supply crates strapped on the roof.&nbsp; Every window is covered in heavy steel shutters, limiting sunlight and allowing aeration in such a confined space.&nbsp; As the camera pans up over the front of the bus, we peek in through the front of the vehicle.&nbsp; At the helm of the vehicle is the one and only pasty-skinned, chubby-faced, buzz-cut, goatee-wearing Marcus Kincaid: narrator, bus driver, gun <del>hustler</del> dealer, and many, many more things.<br><br>(Also, Mad Moxxi’s third husband.&nbsp; Just…&nbsp; You know…&nbsp; Putting that out there.)<br><br>Marcus looks back briefly at the four Vault Hunters in his bus.&nbsp; <em>All right back there, time to wake up!</em>&nbsp; He laughs, obviously in a great mood.&nbsp; <em>It's a beautiful day, full of opportunity!</em>&nbsp; He raised his left fist for a moment, as if to make a point.&nbsp; The camera pans away from the driver to slide towards the back.&nbsp; The quatuor being transported is difficult to make out from this angle, as shadows play on their figures.&nbsp; The camera zooms in to take a closer look.<br><br>The first Vault Hunter presented is a nice hunk of man meat, sitting on the first bus seat to the right, closest to the folding bus door, looking outside.&nbsp; A tall man, mightily shouldered and deep of chest, with a massive corded neck and heavily muscled limbs. He is clad in Atlas-issue combat boots, khaki cargo pants and a form-fitting grey t-shirt.&nbsp; A long, blood-red bandana rests in his square-cut black mane.&nbsp; His brow is low and broad, his eyes a volcanic blue that smoldered as if with some inner fire. His dark, scarred, almost sinister face was that of a fighting-man, and his simple garments could not conceal the hard, dangerous lines of his muscular, tanned limbs.&nbsp; His back is flat against the seat, and on his left shoulder rests the short barrel of an assault rifle.&nbsp; A large combat knife rests in a scabbard strapped behind his waist, at the belt level, with the knife handle to the right.&nbsp; Crimson Lance dog tags hang from a short chain around his neck, glinting in the morning sunlight.&nbsp; His eyes turn and narrow to the camera, and his jaw sets aggressively for a moment.&nbsp; The camera quickly backs off and begins to pan out.&nbsp; The white letters appear to the left of his head, on a white Crimson Lance logo.&nbsp; <span class="bbc_u"><strong>“ROHN as: The Shock Trooper”</strong></span><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Rohn Jambo</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/196/6/7/run_rambo_run_by_themasman-d1mlxxv.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star &amp; Giantmutantcrab)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BassBX</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 19:59:34</strong>
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				The second Vault Hunter, in the back, has his feet propped up on the bus seat in front of him, his head hung low, as if he was asleep. A sniper rifle and shotgun are set next to him, and a sword is in it's scabbard, laying across his lap. His clothing was outlandish, and they spoke of a unique civilization. Alas, he had no idea what it was. His head suddenly raises, revealing piercing eyes, the same color as his hair, and a stern gaze. His eyes seem to glow for a second before he draws his blade and inspects it. Then it cuts into a freeze frame. White letters appear next to his head as well, but on a logo that consisted of a skull and angel wings. "<strong><span class="bbc_u">Jakob as: The Assassin</span></strong>"<br><br>When the frames continue, he looks out the window, sheathing his blade, and brushing dust off of his unique blue attire.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images.ados.fr/1/medias/photo/hd/3565312356/544533e6e/img_title-big.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star &amp; Giantmutantcrab)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 22:32:21</strong>
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				Sweeping low across the dirty floor of the bus, the camera dodged through a field of discarded beer cans, potato crisp wrappers and dead cigars, before panning up between the thighs of the third passenger, a woman clad in a well maintained blue military uniform (or at least half of one). Both of her high heeled combat boots rested on the head of the seats in front of her, as she sat spread eagle with a 108000 HD Portable Projector resting across her pale thighs. Her face is obscured by the shimmering 52 inch wide heads up display of a net-fed hologram screen two inches in front of her eyes. The camera lense focuses through the rows of flickering blue holo-pixels to the lovingly sculpted face of a Granotian girl, her yellow eyes bouncing between the seven split image feeds stretched across the screen. <br><br>Full and plump lavender stained lips were twisted to the left side of her face, suckling at a pair of medical grade cigarettes. A third smoldered in her right hand. She took turns between puffing at it and sipping at a long curly straw that she had inserted into the neck of a value sized bottle of gas station wine. With a suckling sound as she reached the end of the bottle, and she withdrew the straw with a sigh. The cigarettes fell from her lips as she sat up, the vid feeds pausing as she adjusted herself.<br><br>Sensuously, she drew the wine soaked end of her rainbow curly straw across her tongue, leaving a red streak etched across her pale cheek. She smiled sheepishly for the camera, her white teeth stained a shade of merlot as she wiped the trickle of red off her face. She retrieved her weapon from the overhead rack, giving it an agile spin between her fingertips. At the final spin, it almost slipped out her fingers and she snatched at it with a paniced gasp seconds before it hit the ground. <br><br>After a moment clutched in her white knuckle grip, she breathed a sigh of relief. The weapon is a long range Jakobs sniper rifle that some gunsmith had modified, adding an additional two feet to the barrel, an ammo clip extension and a bandit rocket launcher by simply duct taping everything together. She holstered the weapon across her back and tugged her uniform shirt back down past the edge of her nipples. The scene froze on her for a moment, a vid screen flickering to life in the corner of the screen with pixelated white style letters spelling out, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>"Hitzel Schusswunde as: Lt. Hexx, the Sniper"</strong></span><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x237/zweites/sniper_zpsa780bc82.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star &amp; Giantmutantcrab)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vercile</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 04:13:09</strong>
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				As the Camera panned towards the last passenger, a vision of a lovely young woman with the warmest of smiles across her lips sat tending to her Revolver. The Camera itself bumping into the young lady by accident, the purple haired passenger's smile seem to obscure into a combination of a smile and a maniacal grin. Her left eye brow twitching before her silvery-blue hues peered directly at the camera, the camera backing away slowly as the woman seemed to fidget with her hand cannon of a gun. While the Camera moved away, the lady took from her seat and followed it up and down the bus. Right hand holding the gun as the left seemed to stroke it ever so gently, her tongue slowly pacing itself between each end of her lower lip before flicking it back between them.<br><br>She was wearing a white tank top with black leather pants, jacket and fingerless gloves. The sleeves folded up leaving her forearms bare, with black tied up combat boots that had seen a little action. Within her jacket remained two holstered guns known as "Rage &amp; Fury" Coloured herself as Red and Orange, with her last gun in her hands that was often holstered on her outer right though.<br><br>Cocking the gun, she pulled it up and aimed down at the camera with a devious smile upon her face. Pulling the trigger, the chamber rotating with the shot, the loud gunshot sounded while the young lady was thrown back from the gun's miss fire recoil. Slamming back first against the rear of the bus before falling into a slump almost as if she lay dead or unconscious, the camera pulled up closer to her. As it sat so close with only her head and shoulders in the farm, she slicked her head up giving the camera a menacing and fearsome glare.<br><br>The Camera freezing the picture in black and white, with a purple blood-like text appearing, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>"Seras Isaacs: The Psycho"</strong></span><br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i977.photobucket.com/albums/ae259/IceBlueShackles/Characters/SerasIsaacs_zps948d43aa.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star &amp; Giantmutantcrab)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Giantmutantcrab</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 20:11:29</strong>
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				As the four Vault Hunters were presented, the camera zooms out through the back of the bus (thus avoiding any other possible confrontation with Seras), and the song ends with the skag being run over by both left tires, and landing into the camera lens.&nbsp; Black out.<br><br>The camera slowly pans up along Marcus’ side.&nbsp; He is sitting inside the bus, with a Marcus Kincaid bobblehead (yes, really.&nbsp; He’s carrying a bobblehead of his own image.&nbsp; How much of a narcissist can you get?&nbsp; I mean, seriously, does he kiss himself good morning in the mirror?&nbsp; Sheesh…) Anyway…&nbsp; Yeah, a Marcus bobblehead and an empty bottle of beer rested right next to the gearbox.&nbsp; He glanced over his shoulder and spoke up.&nbsp; <em>“Next stop: Fyrestone Depot. Time to gather up your stuff!”</em>&nbsp; He chuckled as he tapped the bobblehead, knocking the empty bottle away.<br><br><em>“Who's gettin' off the bus? You, the skinny kid with the sword and the elegant dress? Are you heading for a ball, or a Halloween kiddie party? And you, soldier man? Are those dog-tags from the Crimson Lance you're wearing? And what's with your getup, young lady?&nbsp; Watched one too many war movies, with porn taped half-way over it?&nbsp; And you, the spitfire in the back... I'm not going to make fun of you. Your burps smell of blood, and you growl like a rabid animal. Anyway... I've got some advice for all of you. It's tough out there, and you won't be able to just beat up on whatever you please until you're ready. Sure, you can take from the bandits or find things in the wild, but equipment you buy from my stores are guaranteed! And if you die, you can't get your money back because you're dead! I kid! No need to be so serious here. And if you're looking for the Vault, well, you're going to have your work cut out for you. So don't be afraid to spend what it takes to get the equipment you need. You listen to Marcus. I come from seven generations of merchants and I'm the best. Want to know why? Cause I'm making it out here, in this place!”</em><br><br>Suddenly, the group’s vision blur.&nbsp; There is a flash of white, and all four see a woman with pale skin, black hair, and piercing blue eyes.&nbsp; Although her lips and face barely move, her voice is crystal clear in their ears…&nbsp; Or is it their minds? <strong>"Don't be alarmed. I need you to stay calm and don't let on that anyone is talking to you. Start making your way off the bus. You don't have any reason to trust me, but I need you to believe that I'm here to guide you - I'm here to help you find the Vault.”</strong>&nbsp; With those words, the vision becomes slightly translucent, and the team can see a “WELCOME” sign flashing to the left of the bus, which slows and finally stops.&nbsp; The woman continues to speak in their heads.&nbsp; <strong>“In a moment, you'll be greeted by a funny little robot. Do everything he says. You'll know what I mean when it happens. I'll contact you again soon." - Upon arriving in Fyrestone.”</strong>&nbsp; And the vision disappears soon afterwards.<br><br>One by one, they gather their things and huddle to the front of the vehicle.&nbsp; There is an awkward moment of silence as Marcus is looking at the front of the vehicle, waiting, and then kind of realises that the four Vault Hunters are still in the vehicle.&nbsp; <em>“Well, we're here.”</em>&nbsp; He laughs a fake, enthusiastic chuckle.&nbsp; <em>“Don't worry about saying goodbye. I'm sure we'll be doing this all again soon enough. Haha…”</em>&nbsp; He stops laughing, and his face becomes a serious frown.&nbsp; <em>“Get off my bus.”</em>&nbsp; The folding door slides open.&nbsp; Moments later, they are standing besides Marcus’ bus, which slowly rolls away, and soon fades from sight.&nbsp; There is nothing but a dry wind blowing in their faces, and the punishing morning sun in their faces.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Welcome to Pandora, <del>bitches</del> Vault Hunters!</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star &amp; Giantmutantcrab)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BassBX</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 20:26:44</strong>
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				Jakob frowned at Marcus' comment about his attire. He woke up in it, and it's not like he had anything else. He flinched when he saw the woman appear in his mind's eye, and he blinked, listening to the woman before stepping off the bus. He sighed and brushed a hand through his hair. When Marcus drove off, he looked at his three possible companions. He then opened his mouth and spoke. "<em>So,anyone else hear that woman speak? Should we look for that robot?</em>" He asked. "<em>By the way, my name is Jakob. Jakob Helios.</em>" He introduced, looking at the trio. The other man was burlier than him, but he was sure he could take him in a fair fight. And the two women? He just hoped they didn't hit on him. He wouldn't last long.<br><br><br>The sun on Pandora was relentless, but he somehow felt at home in the heat, so it wasn't too bad. He strapped his blade to his waist, and slung his sniper rifle to his back, while holding the shotgun in his hands.<br><br>Once everyone introduced themselves, and the plan of action was discussed (Which will be posted next, by you guys, I think), the group heard a voice. "<strong>Hello, Travellers!</strong>" A little robot called out, before rolling towards them. "<em>What the...?</em>" Jakob raised an eyebrow. The robot continued to speak. "<strong>Welcome to Fyrestone! I am CL4P-TP. You may call me be my locally designated name, Claptrap. Before continuing, please accept this ECHO communication device and heads-up display provided free of charge, by the Dahl Corporation.</strong>" The four members were handed a device each, and after a boot up sequence, four modules could be seen on the device. "Health", "Ammo", "Experience", and "Wayfinder".<br><br>Claptrap then spoke again. "<strong>Great! I detect that all of your ECHO devices are fully functioning! This way, please!</strong>"<br><br>"<em>That was....different..</em>" Jakob muttered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star &amp; Giantmutantcrab)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Giantmutantcrab</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 21:22:10</strong>
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				Dark blue eyes narrowed as they stepped out of the vehicle, into the stove-hot Pandora sun.&nbsp; A massive hand was brought up to his brow to cover his eyes until they got used to the intensity of the giant gas ball in the sky.&nbsp; It was hot, but Rohn didn’t complain.&nbsp; At least it was a dry heat.&nbsp; When he was able to see correctly, his thick neck turned and he glanced over at the other three Vault Hunters.&nbsp; His keen, analytical eyes and military experience allowed him to sum their up.<br><br>The first one was a man; lithe and well-dressed.&nbsp; He seemed out of place, and a little lost.&nbsp; Carries a shotgun and a sniper rifle, and had a long, thin sword at his hip.&nbsp; Equipped for speed, precision and silence.&nbsp; A scout, or an assassin of some sorts.&nbsp; The man called himself Jakob, and presented himself in a polite fashion.<br><br>The second one was a woman; voluptuous and provocatively dressed.&nbsp; There was a sensual, blasé look about her.&nbsp; Wore a military-style uniform (or what short articles of clothing that passed for clothing), with high-heel boots.&nbsp; Carried an over-sized sniper rifle that was more akin to portable artillery than anything else, with a rocket launcher taped to it.&nbsp; Obviously a sniper.<br><br>The third one was a woman; voluptuous and fit.&nbsp; Form-fitting clothes, revealing but functional.&nbsp; Carried a pair of large handguns in her jacket, and a third pistol on her holster on the right hip.&nbsp; There was something in her eyes; a barely contained strength.&nbsp; The gloves, worn at the knuckles, and her pistols hinted to her being a close distance fighter.<br><br>He looked at Jakob, and nodded.&nbsp; “Rohn.”&nbsp; He presented himself in a very matter-of-fact fashion.&nbsp; Looking back at the other women, and nodded to them too.&nbsp; “How you doin’.”&nbsp; There was a distinct accent about him.&nbsp; The Dahl assault rifle in his hands was obviously of poor quality; he would drop it or sell it the moment he’d find something better.&nbsp; A very thick knife was slung at his waist, the handle to the right; obviously right-handed.&nbsp; Judging by his clothing, his combat boots and dog tags, he was of a military background.&nbsp; Powerful muscles were slabbed over his thick bones; he was a commando, a gladiator, or perhaps a former action movie star.&nbsp; When Jakob asked about the voice in their heads, the black-haired male had a look of surprise, and blinked to look at the other two Vault Hunters to see their reactions.&nbsp; “Yeah.&nbsp; I thought the sun was hitting hard.&nbsp; I guess it’s something else.&nbsp; Got any idea who that was?”<br><br>Rohn’s eyes blinked and he looked to where the whirling, whizzing sound was coming from before any answer came.&nbsp; A small, one-wheeled, one-eyed robot approached them and offered them all a Dahl portable device.&nbsp; The rugged, burly man watched the item, and clasped it around his left forearm.&nbsp; He watched it for a moment, and the HUD display came in clear and precise.&nbsp; Dahl was a reliable company, and made reliable, functional equipment.&nbsp; Then, the robot asked them to follow it (why was the voice so cheery and annoying?), and Rohn kind of shrugged and rested his assault rifle on his shoulder, holding it by its butt with his meaty chunk mitt, and would follow Claptrap, his heavy combat boots kicking up a bit of dust when he started walking.&nbsp; He took a long, deep breath, his large chest heaving up, and exhaling through his mouth slowly.&nbsp; Eyeing their miserable surroundings as he did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star &amp; Giantmutantcrab)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vercile</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 04:33:35</strong>
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				Seras took from the bus, the sun striking down on her flesh as a warmth took to her. Raising her left hand while slamming her gun back in her hip holster, she peered up using her hand to block the sun's rays. A warm smile, peering up just as warm as the sun seemed to be on them in this harsh environment. Stepping aside she distanced herself a few meters from the group of people, the picture of the woman whom had given her advice soon disappearing with Seras being pretty cool about&nbsp; it. The young lady had often seen weird shit due to her unstable mental state and had pretty much ignored it, at least until Jakob expressed his vision also.<br>Seras hummed a bit, her expression a little surprised before taking in a short breath about to reply. Her lips parted and a breath came out, as if she were about to speak but had been cut off by a <strong>"Hello, Travellers!"</strong>.<br><br>"Ah!"<br><br>Seras stepped back, having a bit of a shock as this robotic trash can turned up. It introduced itself, offering each member of this "group" a Heads up Display device and communicator. Seras was reluctant, it ad been obvious as she approached form the side lines and hesitantly took one of each up and planting it on her belt-left-side. Stepping back again her eyes veered left and right, giving a very shy look at Jakob and the larger man. Again out to the side of the group, closer to the other woman however standing relatively alone, she witnessed the larger man introduce himself as Rohn. Her focus was on whomever was talking at the time, a bead of sweat trailing down her cheek while she swallowed coarsely.<br><br>"Hi..."<br><br>She replied to Rohn, giving him a slight nod when he looked her way. Seras continued off however, following Claptrap without another word said. She wasn't much for people and had no intention of making friends with this sorry lot, especially the other woman who appeared to be giving her an odd and creepy stare. Seras appeared to all as if walking by them and trailing off with Claptrap, and of course fiddling with her heads up display. For all intensive purposes, Seras appeared to be a shy young woman with a warm and kind heart, but those who knew better knew to keep their distance...
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				Title: <strong>Re: BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star &amp; Giantmutantcrab)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 06:56:57</strong>
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				Hitzel stepped off the bus, checking her projector in between steps. She didn't seem to notice Marcus' snide comment, her attention focused on the screen of her portable television. She closed her left eye against the intrusion in her vision from their guardian angel, taking her for a hallucination. Given the amount of liquor and narcotics she tended to have going through her system, hallucinations were depressingly regular occurrences for the young sniper. She hopped off the last step into the dust, taking a moment to determine if Claptrap was an alcohol induced vision or reality. <br><br>Realizing that the little robot was unfortunately real, she took a deep breath, knowing full well that this was not going to be one of those pleasant "in and out" missions. At the thought of pleasant in and out, she peeked over at Rohn as he introduced himself, her eyebrow raising a quarter inch as she sized him up. His outfit was too bland to be a costume. True military, or at least military trained via mega corps. <br><br>... she could fucks with that. <br><br>But more interesting was the young lady that stepped off the bus. Hitzel tilted her head at the girl, her stare uncomfortably long and penetrating, as if she were trying to decide just what the pistolera tasted like. The uncomfortable stare did not have a positive result, given the haste with which the girl sought the company of the robot. Hitzel shrugged and offered the gentlemen a smart salute that left her rack bouncing for a full two seconds, "Lieutenant Hexx, Hyperion Sharps Corp. Hexx with two x's. I shoot people for money, and I am ever so hopeful we can all be friends! ... fair warning, of course, I imagine there might be a great many benefits involved." <br><br>She eyed the third passenger out of the corner of her eye as she hooked up the HUD the screechy little robot had given her. He looked as lusty as lettuce, the type that would complain about her smelling like cigarettes mid-fellatio. Cold fish was the best when finally warmed, she knew from years of hedonism, and given how few people she knew in the frontier, she didn't have her pick of the litter for a pet lackey, "Who else is taking the tour with the out of warranty robot?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star &amp; Giantmutantcrab)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BassBX</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 20:43:40</strong>
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				Jakob looked at Seras curiously as she walked off with the newly christened "Claptrap". He then scratched his head. She hadn't given her name. He quickly shrugged and looked at the other two when the woman revealed herself as Hitzel. <em>"I think we should follow him, given that that woman told us to. That's our only clue for the Vault, if you are here for it like I am." </em> He explained, a little flustered at the scantily clad woman's bouncing melons. He shook his head, and trying not to stare at the "Wonder Twins", he looked at Hitzel's face. After trying to read her intentions, he gave up and chased after Claptrap and Seras.<br><br>"<strong>Step right up! This is the New-U Station! When you use this device, your DNA profile is automatically identified and stored. Please activate the station now.</strong>"<br><br>Jakob nodded and the Station activated. He was scanned, and the data was added to the station. Once everybody had stored their DNA, Claptrap spoke again.<br><br>"<strong>Great! Now that you've been registered, you have the best in horrific death and dismemberment insurance! Should an unfortunate fatal incident occur, your 'new you' will appear at the nearest station. Now we can head into the peaceful town of Fyrestone.</strong>"<br><br>Jakob looked back at the team. "<em>Hm. This is a Hyperion system...</em>" He muttered softly as he followed Claptrap.<br><br>When the group arrived at a gate, Claptrap began to push in keys, until engines were heard. "<strong>Wait, is that..? Oh no, not again! Ruuuuuuuunnnnnnn!</strong>" Claptrap quickly took off like a rocket, and vehicles leapt over a nearby ridge and over the fence. "<em>Holy crap!</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star &amp; Giantmutantcrab)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Giantmutantcrab</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 13:25:05</strong>
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				Rohn observed the delicious woman in a half shirt’s salute.&nbsp; He nodded a low, deep nod to her.&nbsp; “Captain Rohn Jambo, Atlas Corporation, Crimson Lance division.&nbsp; I appreciate the respect, Lieutenant, with the salute and all…&nbsp; But no need for that here.&nbsp; I ain’t megacorp military anymore.”&nbsp; So with a momentary smile, he parted his hand from his belt towards the robot that was already far ahead.&nbsp; “After you, Lt. Hexx, with two x’s.”&nbsp; He would watch those delightful buns of hers flex and release with every step, take a moment to take that sight in, nod to himself knowingly, strap his assault rifle to his shoulder, and join up to the rest of the “team” as it were.&nbsp; She had it, she flaunted it, and Rohn took it all in.&nbsp; Well, things were perking up already.<br><br>By the time Rohn reached the rest of the gang, they were already at the New-U Station.&nbsp; Some trash grabbed his attention for a second, and he raised his thick brow.&nbsp; “Who leaves a toilet bowl in the middle of nowhere…?”&nbsp; When he lifted the seat with his heavy, steel-toed boot, a small pile of green bills appeared.&nbsp; With a surprised blink, he saw that it instantly vanished, and 4$ appeared on the HUD display of his forearm-bound technology.&nbsp; The same amount would be added to all of their devices.&nbsp; With a shrug, he moved on towards the New-U Station, where Jakob was busy identifying the maker of the technology in place.<br><br>He made an uncertain face as he looked at the simple-looking pole, and the small device with the Hyperion logo on it.&nbsp; He logged in his own info, and Claptrap was happily announcing them how, in case of their untimely demise, they would just plop back out from the closest New-U Station.&nbsp; He tapped his right thigh, and the fast-draw device on it.&nbsp; With a small flash and flakes of blue light, his assault rifle had vanished and instead he held a bow in his hand.&nbsp; Taking a moment to check the draw on his high-tech, black compound weapon, he pressed it back to his thigh and zap!&nbsp; His assault rifle was back in his hands.&nbsp; “All set.”&nbsp; He said, and walked with the Assassin and the Sniper, following Claptrap and the yet-unknown woman that had chosen to ignore them for the moment.&nbsp; Oh well…&nbsp; Not everyone can be delightful social butterflies, Rohn reasoned.<br><br>“Yeah, about that woman…&nbsp; Who was that?&nbsp; Anyone seen her before?”&nbsp; Before either one could answer, Claptrap was screaming and rushing for cover in a specially-made mini-bunker, sliding the heavy door shut behind him.&nbsp; As the first vehicle roared over them, Rohn crouched down, sliding his assault rifle into shooting position.&nbsp; “Heads up!”&nbsp; He shouted, looking as two move vehicles approached.&nbsp; “Bandits.”&nbsp; He said under his breath, hearing random shots landing against rock and parched earth.&nbsp; Rohn kept his position; they were not in immediate danger…&nbsp; It seemed more like they were trying to intimidate them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BORDERLANDS RP (BassBX, Brittlby, Frozen Star &amp; Giantmutantcrab)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vercile</strong> on <strong>15-12-2013, 05:08:11</strong>
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				Seras remained silent, her hands sliding into her pant pockets while following Claptrap up to the "New-U Station". Even though Seras was first to arrive with Claptrap she had been the last to apply herself and register, relatively ignoring Claptraps rather blatant and overzealous explanation of the station itself in addition to Jakob and Rohn. However what the mild mannered young woman couldn't ignore was the high revs and shots being fired their direction, with bullets pounding on the rocky surface when Rohn and with assuming others hit the dirt, Seras decided something a little...different. The expressionless young woman climbed the small dip, literally stepping beside Rohn and up passed him as she came into full view of the vehicles. Three of them in a distance between the vehicles and them, with Seras slowly closing the gap by walking out towards them.<br><br>"...."<br><br>With no expression what so ever upon her features, her hands crossing over to retrieve each of her machine pistols from their jacket holsters. Finally pulling them from her jacket mid-step, a pair of guns, orange-black and yellow-black machine pistols now out and armed pointing towards the middle car. Seras didn't often appreciate being intimidated or bullied, with action more often than not proving that it was indeed a bad idea to get on her wrong side. With nothing else said, "warning" shots fired her direction without a blink or flinch, Seras begun to squeeze in junction of each hand. Pulling in the left, a fiery spit fire of bullets fired while releasing the left the right pulled in with another flurry of quick shots pelted from her other gun.<br><br>Her left, her right, her left, her right. Her entire focus had been on the middle vehicle, with her Rag giving her cover as best one woman could give herself as the other remained in the sights of the middle. It was obvious what she was attempting to pull off, she had been trying to set fire to the vehicle and have it explode to fuck up the other ones beside it. And with any survivors, she'd simply introduce to her Revolver up close and personal like. The vehicle itself had caught fire at least, that was until Seras took a stray bullet to the side-stomach. A bullet tearing through part of her lower white top and out through the back side, a red staining her shirt and her flesh before crumbling slowly to her knee.<br><br>A light groan of pain escaping her lips, with the next thing the group heard was the maniacal screams and laughs of a mad-woman. Her expressionless face transformed ever so slowly, a grin etching up, eyes narrowing, focusing in appearance yet saw everything as if a blur in slow motion. She stood up, as if feeling nothing, but the truth was the pain had simply given her edge wile her bullet wound dripped blood, some even appearing to leak down her pants into and over. Now stepping towards them once again, this time appearing like she was a zombie or a drunk, almost waddling and stumbling with devilish chuckles escaping her perked lips. Her guns firing with controlled bursts as before, just now without an in control shooter. 
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