Andreyich

Fallout: Under Silver Skies [Closed]

Fred, or Lee as he would call himself to them only half listened. He wondered what to do. He was alright at cards, though most likely worse than the other gentlemen in the group. It seemed that they did not want to leave Reno. This confused him; the job was a clear trap. He scratched his head thoughtfully before replying with an "Uh-uh." and wlaking off.

In the first order of business, he would go to a shop selling arms and armour, and get a ballistic weave sewn into his jacket, undershirt and jeans, along with steel caps and plates for his boots. He would go to a bathhouse and take a shower meanwhile, singing some pre-war song. When freshened up and with his clothes, he would spend a few caps to gel his hair, and shave, and clean his clothes along with polishing his boots. Satisfied, he would stock up on every sort of chem he could, and buy some remote-detonated explosives. He had very little money left, so he finally went over to the meeting spot. He would lean on a wall, drinking a nuka-cola and rum and wait to see the others, ocassionally snatching something insignificant from the pocket of a drunk thug, or someone who he would not feel any moral reprimand from robbing.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@Bright_Ops Challenge... issued. Everyone else can come and watch the fight too.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@Bright_Ops John considered going to the camp with Guardsmen, but he reckoned he would not be welcome. He sat alone, watching as these random people basked in the glory of fighting for his world. Taking a sip of amasec, he thought about the fact that some would be made to stay here to repopulate the planet. He grinned. If he got his old job back, he would be controlling these bastards. No more mister nice guy, oh no! They will find him to be... unsympathetic.

After a while, he stretched, bored. He stood up, and looked about. He noticed in the distance a camp, strange noises coming from it. It was probably one of the abhuman regiments; indeed it was. Picking up his things he stomped over with his armour. After getting near it he cleared his throat, so that the Guardsmen of other camps nearby would hear this challenge. Entertaining them was the least he could do, considering their future. "Hear me horned half-breeds, do any of you stand to fight against me, a man of numbers and words? Or are you truly such fearful cattle as I wish you are. If not, I will see the best of you approach me in five minutes!" He reckoned this was enough time for a crowd to gather, and awaited the arrival of the audience and oppoenent standing impassively.

Hello

You saw me in the LotR RP sign up. Deus Vult bro

Fallout: Under Silver Skies [Closed]

He was glad Dusty's shouting got them in no trouble, and the disgusting corpse-man did not remove their important bits. He quietly gave the ghoul the finger while he wasn't looking, rubbing his wrists. He did not appreciate what he did. The Highwayman was an interesting experience. He reckoned things would have been better in the Mojave if they had a few of these. Well, what could one do. He remained quiet during the trip, trying to finish the dream. Where was he? Oh yes, stomping on that one ghoul's face, yes indeed.

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When they finally arrived, he stood up, and stretched, yawning a little. He would experimentally blast his recharger pistol into the night sky a few times, with a little maniacal laugh coming from him while doing so. The thugs did not damage the thing, excellent! As far as he knew, recharger pistols only appear in the Mojave. He laughed a little more as he strolled around shooting the thing, like a strobe light. Sighing happily, and looking about, he finally said to the group: "Hmmm?" Getting a grip on himself, he took another pause to think.

After quickly weighing the options, he spoke up. "Well, first we enjoy ourselves a little, get some chems, booze, girls, gamble. Get ammunition, fix up our gear, I think I might need a little more armour than this here. We get to know each other, and finally...." He took a dramatic pause, letting everyone know that was what he was doing through means of a drum-roll on his lap. "We decide if we are doing this, or just getting the hell out of Reno."

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

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It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@Bright_Ops alright let me think of some justification and I will be right there.

EDIT: Alright I won't come there with the intention of a fight ICly I will probably rouse one up.

EDIT2: Also, I will be fair, I won't just mow the beast people down with my heavy stubber.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

The one Khaz is at.

Chaos Descending: Warhammer 40k Dark Heresy Roleplay

Then I suppose psychics are compensating for eldies being stupid, are thus cheating?