[color=aba000][u][b]Steve Cooper - Salem[/b][/u][/color]
 
Frieda smiled and pointed to the scar in the dirt where she'd shot at Rook.  "I have a feeling the Enclave wouldn't call them toys, and neither would --” She paused to look up, seemlying intending to call attention to the super mutant himself but had not noticed he walked off a short while ago.

[i]Rather sneaky for someone large... [/i]

"Dammit!" she swore, whipping around, looking frantically for Rook.  "Where did he go?"  Frieda walked the length of the square to the other side and looked around.  She rounded on Steve and jabbed an accusatory finger.  "If not for your unnecessary babbling, that mutant wouldn't have just walked off like that!"

[i]Liable to lose a finger doing that... Bob did [/i]

“What? He walked off towards the beach a short while ago.” Steve replied as he finished off the smoke “wait... didn’t you notice he was missing? Barney and Overcoat girl also walked off too.” He chuckled on. 

"You better hope he doesn't end up killing someone, or that blood's gonna be on your hands," she growled.  "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find a fucking cigarette!"

[i]He ain’t gonna kill anyone.... alteast not yet [/i]

“No it will be their fault for not running away fast enough oh and by the way “pedigree” is your family history.” Steve called out as Frieda stormed off toward the town diner on her heroic & epical quest to find a cigarette.

[i]Must really want an smoke[/i]

Heading back to the Den Steve quickly checked on Edgar and rose to make too sure they were working before making his way upstairs to what once was Manager Traylor’s office in the insurance company but now his temporary bedroom.

Depending on how successful the den was Steve would probably move out, maybe to that shack he saw on the docks but for now Taylor’s corner office was his bedroom although with the work going on downstairs he’d only brought a mattress up to the room and placed his stuff on Traylor’s desk.

[i]
Will have to clear this place out later... [/i]

Picking up his lever action rifle Steve headed back down stairs and spoke to Edgar & Rose. “A friendly super mutant came into town earlier on... it was even holding a fucking white flag.” 

“What white flag mean? "Edgar asked 

“That it wants peace.” Steve replied “mutant claimed it didn’t get along with others mutants and that it wanted to join the town and settle down... needless to say I don’t exactly trust it.”

“What are you going to do?” Rose asked looking at Steve’s rifle 

“Super mutants aren’t exactly know for their stealth skills, if he’s a scout for an attack force like I expect then it shouldn’t be too hard to spot them... Mutants may be tough up-close but if you can pick them off at a distance they aren’t any more trouble than your usual wasteland trash.”

[i]Also works to charge them but only got my knife... should get something bigger.[/i]

Leaving the Den Steve made his way to the outskirt of town to look for a super mutant attack force. Back in DC the thought of a super mutant ambush would be laughable but these green mutants where something different, ever since Steve had gotten trapped in that library by them it made sure not underestimate them.   

[i]What the fuck is that?
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However Steve did not find super mutants on his trip... 

Up head was some of creature... it moved somewhat like a dog on Four feet but was much bigger, had hooved feet and was seemlying capable of transporting humans judging by the leather seat? On the creature back.

[i] Could this be that creature from the books? what was it now...An unicorn? [/i]

Be it a “unicorn” or some other creature it was seemlying non-hostile and allowed Steve to approach and even touch it, the creature had smooth haired skin, a tail and rather long face but oddly no horn for a "unicorn." but perhaps that was down to radiation.  

Investigating the leather chair thing on its back Steve discovered it held an handful of supplies and other personal items seemlying belong to some woman “Eliza” but that it was also covered in blood... It this unicorn did have an owner it seemed like someone had shot them off. 

[i]No-one is around... rider is probably shot off and unicorn kept on going for abit... if that’s the case then unicorn is coming back with me... bet I could make a killing selling this or should I keep it?  [/i]

Unsure how to ride such a creature Steve gently pulled on the leather strap thing on the “unicorn’s” face and attempted to guide it back to town before some wasteland trash decided they wanted the unicorn for themselves. 
 
OOC: steve will be slowly heading back to town if anyone wants to stop him.