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Masked Vigilante RP

Honestly wondering when Wilson will be back to posting

Fallout: New Vegas - The Slayers

A very large tail began to creep over the lip of the crater Dylan was in. Ready for it, Dylan pushed his laser pistol out at the scorpion's tail and started firing. One, two, three, four shots, all hit the target, and the tail shuddered and went limp. As soon as the fourth shot hit the tail, the tail turned and rapidly fled from his vision. "Got a big RadScorp running," he shouted to his companions. With the scorpion running, Dylan felt it was safe-ish, to head back into the firefight.

Dylan holstered his laser pistol and stood up, turning towards the rifle and firefight. He shouldered the .50 caliber rifle, took aim again, and searched for another target. He saw movement near the crater that his companions were in and aimed his rifle a bit to the right. After a few moments, a bit of dust jumped up as an elbow inched its way up, then another elbow, rather stealthily. Next, he saw an armored head as the man continued to crawl, elbow over elbow, towards the group's crater. "Not this time, pal," he mumbled under his breath. He took a deep breath and held it, aimed at the man, and waited for a fatal shot not through an armored head.

Then man suddenly popped up, aimed a shotgun at someone in the crater that Dylan couldn't see, and went, "AH HAAA!!" At that moment, Dylan had followed his quick rise, he let out his breath slowly and squeezed his trigger. The bullet flew through the air, found a soft spot known as his eye, swam through the cornea and into the brain, and exploded out the back of his head and into the helmet. The man dropped to his knees still clutching his shotgun, then tipped over and into the crater where Dylan's compatriots were at.

Dylan had not seen the man fall because he was sure of his shots and where they would go. He began to search again for another target, waiting for one to pop more than a head out of its hiding spot.

Fallout: New Vegas - The Slayers

I sent him a PM and he said that he's not coming back due to posts not being frequent enough and he's found other RP's to join

Masked Vigilante RP

If it helps, Oscario, I've become a Co-GM and I asked Wilson if I saw anything while I was on patrol on the roof. He answered, and I figured that I couldn't get a LOT of detail from a mile away, so I came up with what I did :) Kinda figure that the GM will toss more our way from what he has in mind with a bit more detail in the next post or two.

Masked Vigilante RP

No need to apologize, not every RP is for everyone. And I've given people an out in my last IC post, so no worries :) Good luck in whatever endeavors you choose to take on.

Masked Vigilante RP

On the north corner of the building, Ninja began to hear light, but sharp, tapping noises, like popcorn or something. Then, three streets over a car with a pegged out engine and some blue and white flashing lights zoomed by towards the sounds of the tapping noises. Ninja closed his eyes, focused his senses into one sense, his hearing. Within a few seconds, he was able to discern the repetitiveness of not popcorn, but firearms. His eyes popped open, Job interview time.

Ninja ran to the east side of the building. Not slowing a bit, he leaped off of the building's roof, tumbled in mid-air, hit a solid object and rolled to his feet on the roof of the next building over. He did that once more, then slid down the fire escape. He rushed over to the dumpster that hid his bike, tossed off the boxes that covered his seat, hopped on and started his engine. The midnight blue Samurai purred as he revved the bike. His tires squealed for a few seconds as he screached his way out of the alleyway. He headed back to the warehouse where the vigilantes were. As he neared the entrance that everyone had been using, he popped a wheelie and slammed the door open with the front tire. The floor of the warehouse squeaked as the Samurai's tires went across its surface, and the bike and rider rode over to the group, turning around to face the door.

"Hope you have recruits. Time to show our mettle. North, about a mile from the sounds of it. Sounds like a war zone. Gotta get moving. The cops have stirred and they're involved. What could bring them out at this time of night?" Ninja reached back to the seat frame and grabbed the midnight blue helmet (he doesn't wear one, himself). He then tossed it to Green Skull. Once GS had caught it and looked at it, everyone will notice the front of the helmet had been airbrushed into a lifelike skull, painted in varying shades of green. "Thought you might like that helmet. Wear that if you're going to ride with me." Ninja looked around the room, "This is your job interview. You want in, come on. You want out, get out. Either way," he nods to Green Skull, "he'll figure out if you're good enough to join us."

Once Green Skull had put on the helmet and tossed his leg over the back of the Samurai, Ninja revved the bike a few times, and (not waiting for GS to grab on) the floor squeaked shrilly as the bike and riders flew out the door. They turned north, and headed towards the war zone.

Fallout: New Vegas - The Slayers

From the first sign of relatively fresh remains, Dylan scouted back a crater, and popped himself onto the edge of the crater once he reached it. He didn't see the gaping burn through the corpse's skull, just fresh remains. And fresh remains mean nearby predators. By the time he reached the lip of the crater, he heard laser blasts, light fwip-fwips from a laser pistol. GREAT, Bandits, raiders, or some stupid pricks thinking that we're easy prey he thought to himself as he brought his rifle up to his shoulder.

When there was a lull in the firing, Dylan arose from his crouched position, the lip of the crater came up to his chest, and leveled his .50 caliber rifle on the ground. Jordan's head popped up with her rifle at the same time, right in his line of fire. "Damn," he cursed, but looked through his scope anyways, waiting for her to move. A shot nearly took her head off, which made her get lower into the crater. As soon as she cleared his optics, he gently exhaled and squeezed the trigger. A loud boom occurred, and the laser pistol wielding shithead crumpled to the ground, a gaping wound where his heart should have been.

Annoyed at this intrusion, Dylan shouted out as he slid the bolt action back and rechambered a round, "Hey, shitheads. Stop wasting my ammunition. Just kill yourselves so we can loot your bodies and get this over with." He sighted down his scope again, looking for another target to pop his head up. As he gauged his opponents, the hairs on the back of his neck began to prickle. Was that a clicking noise? A slight shuffle? Oh no. THEM too? Damnit. He dropped his grip on his rifle, turned and crouched while he drew his laser pistol, and looked for the approaching Radscorpion. "Guys! Radscorps from behind! Don't see it yet!"

Fallout: New Vegas - The Slayers

Well, for what it's worth, MotN, welcome back :):) Good to see you posting again.

Masked Vigilante RP

BTW, in response to your location idea, Wilson.....Manhattan is pretty much a suburb of New York City. So, I'd suggest, if that's the location you want, then Champion City should be New York City itself, with suburbs and such.

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"The Con is correct, I just started with introductions. Which we were in the middle of when you came in. I can't tell them the purpose of our meeting, mostly because you have yet to tell me." Ninja stood up after speaking, then looked around the room. "Everyone needs to keep one thing in mind. We are all criminals here. Each one of us has their own motivations, whether we share them or not. I expect to eventually be taken out by a fellow vigilante or the police. No criminal will get the better of me again. Now, I'm going to check the perimeter." With that, he padded silently to a support beam, wrapped his arms around it and shimmied up the beam. Once he reached the rafters, he padded across them to a window, propped it open, and slithered outside, closing the window in the process.

The Ninja then climbed higher, up to the roof level. Taking his time, he walked the perimeter of the roof, slightly back from the edge to hide himself from ground view easier. He was looking for the missing vigilantes. Perhaps one of them was lagging behind due to other criminals not being polite enough to allow a vigilante the means of their own schedules. This night may have started as a peaceful night for the criminals of Champion City, but after this meeting, it will be a field day for the vigilantes.