Emil took a seat in the kitchen and heard the comment regarding the knight's home made liquor. Curious as to how good was the booze was, he takes a shot glass and gives the the amber colored liquor a quick once over. The clearness of the liquid alone was proof that the brotherhood knight was well versed in distilling his own hooch, not to mention the smell didn't irritate his nose. Though its real worth to Emil had yet to be proven and there was one, sure fire, way of finding out. Raising the small glass to the hat wearing man. [color=orange]"Cheers, Finn. Thanks for the drink."[/color] And with that, the young man downed the home made booze in one go. The feeling of the alcohol's warmness filled his being and goddamn did it burn. It was beyond his expectations to say the least. Most times he heard some wastelanders making moonshine and go bind or be poisoned by their own product. But this, this was something else. Not only did it have more the kick than Emil needed, it also didn't taste like turpentine filtered through a sock full of rusty nails. His eyes watered slightly and he sputtered out words through small coughing fits. [color=orange]"Its *Cough* really good, Finn, but *Cough. Cough* Goddamn..."[/color] The man then lets his coughing to stop before speaking again. Emil overhears the statement made by Servius. [color=orange]'Forbidden by Caesar and Mars?'[/color] The young man thought before he looked to Servius and his eyes slightly widened in realization. It finally made sense why he was wearing a dress and why he sometimes spoke in Latin. Hell, why Monika was so aggressive towards him. He was one of those Legion goons he had heard of back in NCR. From what stories he had heard of back west, they were nothing but a bunch of no-good sadistic immoral slaving bastards who worshiped a prideful and cruel psychopath as a god. A sharp eye could notice that Emil's grip on the glass grown tighter and his gaze upon him grew dark and cold. Though, only for a moment, as he quickly looked back to his empty shot glass and acted as if he didn't know any better. He now knew that the man was one of the Legion. He now just needed to confirm if he was still up to his old ways. See if he still was a man who hurt innocent folk with no remorse all these years after Caesar and the Legion had fallen...or perhaps he had reformed and turned a new leaf in life, while keeping the quirks and behaviors? Only time and observation will tell. [color=orange]"Rare, please."[/color] Emil replied to Finn, before taking a mouthful of the soup. It brought him a wide smile on his face. After a month of eating only whatever he could have hunted, scavenged, or what little the caravan had offered while they traversed the country; this was the first time he had a genuinely good meal. [color=orange]"That's a really good way to negate all that nasty radiation in food, but radaway is a something I don't come by too often and usually have to make for myself, so I tend to mix the food with some glowing fungus or ones you find in caves and cook 'em for a while and boom. Non-irradiated food that you can actually taste and enjoy. That or, you mix meat from those mutant mutts the super mutants sometimes bring and, for whatever reason, it actually helps deal with radiation."[/color] The man takes in more of the soup. [color=orange]"But I digress...on the topic of deathclaws, have any of you ever fought with one? And I don't mean shooting it from afar till it dies, I mean like how your friend Maine does it. Face to face and toe to toe with 'em if I'm understanding it correctly."[/color] He gestures to the cook and continues his story. [color=orange]"Not sure about any of you but I have...well kind of. Back west, when I was clearing out one of the hideouts of some bandits. Their leader had apparently kept a deathclaw as a pet and when he heard that that their hideout was being attacked, he released it to face me."[/color] Emil sniggers into his knuckle. [color=orange]"And the first thing it does is tear the dumb-ass apart. Now the bandits had to deal both me and a deathclaw in the hideout and soon enough it was just me and the big bastard. It made me nearly piss myself when I saw it in the hall covered in blood and riddled with dozens of bullet holes. I bolted away from the thing, and believe me, I was running faster that light itself and even then I could still feel its breath on the back of my head. Now that building where the bandits decided to set up camp was shitty by itself, but with me and a two thousand pound genetically modified killing machine running around, it wasn't a surprise that the floor caved in to the basement. The luckiest and probably shittiest part of it was that I fell on top of the thing and got my arm stuck in between its spines growing on its back with only my knife. It was like I was riding the biggest, meanest, and deadliest brahmin in all of history. Took me a half hour, six broken bones, four torn muscles, and over two dozen stabs before I finally killed the thing. Afterwards I had to walk a mile and a half to reach the hospital in town. Had to stay a week in the ICU just to get patched up and recover from the ordeal."[/color] Emil finishes the story before taking another shot of the burning liquor and proceeding to finish the soup. [hider=Stats] EMIL HP: [color=green]Healthy[/color] AP: [color=green]Full[/color] Rads: [color=green]None[/color] Effect/s: SKILLS: [hider=Non-Combat] [list] [*] [b]Can I Take a Look at That?[/b] [*] [b]We Could Probably Eat It.[/b] [*] [b]I Can Make Something From These...[/b] [*] [b]Jack be Nimble[/b] [*] [b]Got a Nice Set of Pipes[/b] [/list] [/hider] [hider=Combat] [list] [*] [b]Laser Commando[/b] [*] [b]Explosives are Fine Too[/b] [*] [b]That All You Got?[/b] [*] [b]Packs One HELLUVA Punch[/b] [*] [b]Reflexes of a Caffeinated Weasel[/b] [/list] [/hider] Equipment: [list] [*] Laser RCW "Cruel Virtue" [b](Equipped)[/b] [*] Energy Flintlock "Hope's End" [*] Survival Knife "The Huntsman" [*] Bundles of Dynamite x 3 [*] Cloaked Riot Armor [b](Equipped)[/b] [*] Gas mask [*] Wooden Desk Box [L] [*] Radiation Suit [*] Geiger Counter [*] Electron Charge Pack x 19 [/list] [hider=Possessions] [list] [*] Durable Knapsack [*] Dried Food and Water [*] Bottle of Rum [*] Bundle o' Meds [*] Tool Roll [*] Spare Parts (Varied) [*] Crafting Materials (Varied) [*] Sleeping Roll [*] Flint & Steel [*] Worn Picture [*] Spare Gas Mask Filters [*] Hand held lamp/Power-bank (Solar Powered) [*] Plain looking Package [*] Lucky Pendant [*] Repair Patches x 2 [/list] [/hider] [/hider]