BigPapaBelial

Lilith: A Fallout RP

@Sad Ogo

not 100%, but doing better, I was laid out last thursday afternoon and most of friday. Can't remember a damned thing from those days.

But there we go. Sorry about that @Su, Boss, I have no excuse outside of the cold/fever/plague, for forgetting this RP. I'll try not to let it happen again.

Lilith: A Fallout RP

Artoria Stanko

Still on the I-5

Artoria turns in place, her little drone buzzing above her head. Holding her Plasma Defender out in front of her. They'd peppered one other wolf since the fight started. That makes two for her and her drone. She gulps looking around. And it's clear she's not some kind of battle hardened warrior. As her eyes are round as dinner plates figuratively, her hands shake with adrenaline. And even her drone beeps, "Warning, high levels of tension, stress and adrenaline. Recommend user: Artoria Stanko. Calm down. Slow, deep breathes. Repeat, slow, deep breathes." Artoria gulps and tries to get her slightly rapid breathing under control, "Thank you Drone." she says. She licks her lips and fires another bolt of blue-white plasma at a retreating wolf. She for a moment or two felt like she could have this under control. Even with them being out numbered.

And then like a lightning bolt another form appears. Her drone began to squeak and caterwaul, "Alert! Alert! Major threat detected! Suggest priority target! Permission to engage!" Artoria turned and gasped. Looking at the huge beast, "By The Director's beard..." And then her mind switched over, "Something like this...could only be borne through massive mutation. It can't be a normal strain of canis lupus anymore, not something that big. Drone take a picture just in cast, then concentrate fire!" Meanwhile she fumbled and finally got a bearing, her plasma pistol whining as it charged up for another shot again. Her eye and the muzzle of her weapon trained on the alpha wolf, "Please work..." she whispered, unsure as what to do in this situation.

Lilith: A Fallout RP

I uh....may have completely forgotten I was a part of this RP...thank you strange sickness that hit me and put me into a blur for a week...I'll get something up here in the next day or so.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Micheal Crane and his Trio of Tame Deities

Micheal's visage hardened up, "Alright, not what I hoped would happen but okay." He whistles and his three hangers on sprint up beside him, "You three were at that raid at the Lake so I'm counting on you. Help us out." the Three looked at Micheal, it'd been awhile since the last time he was quite this serious. Honestly the shaman is pretty laid back, even when he has to do a serious task. So to see him all serious'd up the three trade a look then nod. Micheal turns and walks towards the other house. His godly friends running forward to blaze a trail.

Micheal has had abit of time to rest so his stamina is back. As he goes he lifts a hand to his mouth, cupping it to the side and lets out a rolling war cry to the sky. He waits abit then lets out another cry. And this time an answer, from somewhere close by. He makes another and this time the answer is closer. Accompanied by the sound of running heavy footsteps. Micheal makes one more rolling undulating cry and this time the response is a high scree as a...sasquatch...a bigfoot, comes tearing out of some brush.

Micheal smiles and bows to the large hairy hominid. And in his mother tongue of Cree begins to speak, <Hello cousin. I am sorry for calling you from your tribe. But you are native to these lands, and I thought you may be able to lend us your knowledge. I know you have no reason to help us, but I still beg your council.> The sasquatch lets out a low guttural series of chuffs, ruffs, growls and rumbles. Micheal nodding <Yes thank you for hearing me out atleast Cousin. This land, these houses. Something dark has been done here. We hope you may know something. This place is in your territory.> The sasquatch makes a huffing sound and pounds the ground with it's hands. Micheal nodding slowly, and his eyes narrowing. He then nods, "Thank you." He bows and the beast man tears back into the brush, disappearing from view. Micheal looks back at Amanda and the new comer and the rest of the team, "He had nothing to add, beyond the fact, the people who came through here were noisy and noisome. and they had built a garbage pit on the edge of the woods over there." He gestured, "That they dumped noxious chemicals into." He shook his head, "Sad really. Her tribe had to move way back into the woods to avoid it. Leaving their usual scavenging grounds."

By then the gods had reached the other building and are waving for Micheals attention. Whiskeyjack calling, "Mike! There may still be someone in here...come on! There's sounds inside, and Manabozho says the power is still on." Micheal picks up the pace, "Amanda! Mercenary...Red? Whatever, we may need your help on this one. I'm a Ritualist and my combat ability is nearly nil. Come on!" He hurries towards the house while Raven is busily trying to pick the front door lock.

@Kumbaris@AWACS

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@ReusableSword@13org@Kumbaris@Martian@King Cosmos

Michael Crane, the Gods and the A Team at the gang house

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Michael grinned, "Sometimes you just want to be heard across a wheat field. And who knows which methods worked best?" He can't help but chortle a little trading five fives with his godly clingers. As things were finished at the warehouse, Michael and the gods finished loading up his kit into the car. With everything ready it was time to board up again and off they went

At the gangers house
A short time later

Michael got out looking about the locale. And traded looks with the gods. Micheal shook his head sadly. Whiskeyjack coughed then knelt and began to pray. Manabozho can be heard whispering , "Guess these places are in the white man's world too huh?" Micheal sighs and grabs his tomahawk in hand just in case.

As they reach the door he takes a single step out of the middle.of the opening. And he winced as he hears that twang. But shocked as Amanda catches the bolt. He chuckles "Damn boss lady good catch." The three gods clapping and Raven holding up a 10 score card.

Mike hums as the dangers are listed off and groans "Just like the crack dealers houses back on the Rez." Whiskeyjack pipes up "The one at the lake comes to mind. Walls, a watch tower and..." Micheal blinks "A control room with ways to deactivate we of the traps. If this place had one may make it easier boss lady." He calls to Amanda "Think we can try and see if there is one? Back on the Rez it was dug out ad a bunker near the house. It could be an option."

Micheal looks hopeful. It sure made it easier to keep the RCMP Major Crimes units entry and clean up easier that time. "Back during a drug house purge a few years back. Who knows. May turn out like that here."

Lilith: A Fallout RP

it's little more then a research drone. But yeah pretty cool huh? If that picture wasn't the first one I had found that drone wouldn't have been a blip on the radar at all.

Lilith: A Fallout RP

And posted finally.

Refining character aspects on the fly but still.

Lilith: A Fallout RP

Dr. Artoria Stanko

Somewhere in Western Oregon, on the I-5

Ever since taking this job...and such a strange one it is...she'd been wary of the others. Institute guidelines said she should avoid taking on side missions if she could help it. And mostly she has. Artorias has been on her long distance mission for quite some time now and it's taken her from one end of the former United States to the other. But for whatever reason she signed up and had been traveling with this group for a short bit now. Learning and watching and helping in what little way she felt she could.

They had bedded down that night beside the road. Her wrapped up in her institute provided silver thermal blanket. With the rock hard but comfortable pillow that came with it. She slept but a little blue, charcoal grey and black drone hovered above her. And immediately started to beep and whir waking it's mistress, or trying too and it eventually does when someone else cries out, "We're being attacked!" Artoria blinks awake the internal light of her helmet snapping on, letting her see out of the dome. The drone bobs and in a robotic tinny voice asks, "Permission to engage?" It beeps then again asks, "Permission to engage?" Artoria grapples for her Plasma Defender on her belt, "Permission granted!" She shouts, as she gets too her feet.

The little drone beeps a 12.7 smg muzzle clicking out of a port on the side of it, and beginning to pepper one of the beasts with fire. Causing it to howl and jerk. Artoria gets to her feet and the whirr of the plasma weapon ends with a Blyt! as a blue-green blast of heated matter spits out and burns into the beast her drone was firing on. She gets to her feet finally and tries to move into a position where she won't be exposed, "Fascinating. They are quite large for a canine species are they not? Mutation? Yes that would be it. Drone, access side note dictation. Record from main camera. The Board may want information on this as well." This all said as she fired her Plasma Defender again, causing one of the beasts to jump back and away with a yelp.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Micheal Crane

Micheal hums, "So Dura and Astfiridur are off on another adventure. Leaving us here to rock out? Well we can manage with what we have right?" He looks around and smiles.

He gives a sniff, "Okay so we need a proper summoning huh? I'm kinda tapped, and summoning isn't exactly my shtick." He gives another sniff. And redraws his pipe, "Well, it's all I got the energy for." He takes a few steps out, while repacking the bowl of his pipe. And with a flick of a match he lights the pipe, taking a few pulls to get the magical herb going, and kneels to carve an indigenous summoning rune into the ground, "Let's see."

Giving a hum he finally begins, "Ancestors, Spirits, Oymantou, hear me. I seek a comrade. Ulross Vallath. I seek his presense, help me bring him to us. Ancestors, Spirits, Oymantou, help me. I give this sacred pipe and it's smoke to all of you. Help me bring Ulross to us." He kneels beside the rune and begins to pray in his mother tongue of Cree. Sending out steadying urging and wishes for Ulross to come to them in their time of need.

The shaman maybe tired from the ritual he had performed but he does his best to send out a summons for Ulross to join them.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Oh the shot is a tough one. The JTF2 fella had it easier then they did. And that's saying things. He sighted and had the same moment of timing. Nolan squeezed the trigger. And he watched carefully through his scope. He watched as the bullet caught the first crosswind went way off target then caught the second back on target and then...

He got to see Andrew's shot disarm his target literally. The man dropping a look of shock and slowly dawning pain on his face.

He switched back to his own target seeing the look of shock and horror on what was left of his face as the rest of it had been destroyed. It's a messy kill. Very messy. Nolan shook his head "Hate when that happens." He looks back to Andrew's target.

In time to see Eric burst from his hiding spot catching the man's mouth with a gloved hand silencing him. The scream muffled. And the gasp as his karambit punched up into his jaw and under into his brain ended it.

He waved to the marksman. Then started to good it across the tarmac "Exfiling were all wired up." He roadie ran across the black tarmac and slid through the cut in the fence. In time to see the tilt rotor crest a rise.

And on spring the air craft the surface troops came on alert. And as the tilt rotor came in their AA and SPAAGs started moving. One of the Tunguskas were first in place and taking aim.

Eric grinned and into the entire team comms whispered dangerously "Kicking one! Kicking two! Kicking three! Kicking four!"

One by one each remote group of explosives went off. The manpads blowing first. And sending the emplacement teams flying. Heavier AA guns went next. An ammo and fuel dump went up setting off auxiliary explosions as ammo rockets and other explosives went off. And finally the SPAAGs and fuel drum went off. The self propelled guns going off spectacularly. And that fuel drum well it caused the ATC tower to lean hard off it's foundations. Eric grinned. Nolan chuckled as the fireworks went off.

Victor from the open ramp of the osprey laughed evilly. He looked to the rest "What's the matter you wanna live forever?" And the big man steps off the bird as it settles "This is history a history no one will know. But it's still history." HisDenel barked as he put a fragmentation round into two opfor stumbling away from the flames.