Daemyn Sterk

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

In an instance, most of Billy's gratitude to the boy washed away. This kid was full of himself, did he really believe all of this righteous nonsense? Billy stood dumbstruck for a moment, staring into the boy's eyes as his hand was wound around his shirt. Snapping out of the momentary daze, Billy pushed the boy away and stood up to his full height. He wasn't particularly tall, but he was rather broad and could hold himself in a fight, definitely against a kid like this. Anger flashed across Billy's eyes, but also a flicker of uncertainty. Could the boy be right? Could he have made things worse, caused more people to be hurt, Just because of his silly display of anger? Billy shook the thoughts aside, that wasn't true. It couldn't be true. The boy's last line angered him the most, and his rage blazed up once more. Now it was Billy's turn to get physical, and he did so, grabbing the boy's shirt just as he'd done for him and putting his face inches from the boy's.

"Listen here, what the hell d'ya think is gonna change things, eh? Sittin' aroun' and whining about it, right? We're supposed to sit around all nice and content, an' just allow them to oppress and murder our families? You think all er this is just gonna change if we appeal to their laws, or even better, pray? Well it ain't, kid, and if you wanna survive ya need ta know how to handle those soldiers. You an' I, we ain't nothin' special, there are thousands more like us in this city, and none are any better off. Bloodshed isn't an option that anyone should ever have to take, but in times like this, it's the only damned thing that will get through, ya hear?"

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

He'd never slept in such a fancy bed before, Sabin decided. He was used to the crowded barracks of the NCR, not a personal hotel room. It felt weird, actually, sleeping in a room absent of the bustle of other NCR soldiers, and Sabin found it rather unsettling. Even with the heavenly bed he laid staring up at the ceiling most of the night, unable to sleep. At least it was free, and at least he would only be there for one night. Not until the wee hours of the morning did Sabin manage to fall asleep.

Sabin woke with a jolt, feeling a cold, metal object prod into him. He stiffened, expecting to see the barrel of a gun pressed up against him, but sighed when he realized it was only one of House's Securitrons come to wake him in the early morning. He'd only gotten a couple hours of sleep, and he was exhausted. "Jus' a few more minutes, alrigh'? I'll be up in a sec'..." Sabin said groggily, closing his eyes again. Before he knew it the world had flipped and he was lying face down on the floor, the mattress on top of him. The damned robot had flipped him over! Groaning, Sabin pushed the mattress off his body and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, wondering if he'd get in trouble for shooting the robot. Oh well, he'd of slept well past noon if the robot had let him, and with that Sabin put on his coat on that wasn't burned and his pants on that weren't soiled. Tying up his boots, Sabin exited the room.

Sabin didn't necessarily need to pick anything up before the meeting, as the NCR had supplied him with most that he needed. The NCR did give him a good amount of caps for personal needs, and he reckoned a nice bottle of scotch was a personal need. The casinos in Vegas were known for their ridiculously overblown prices, so Sabin made his way over to the Atomic Wrangler in Freeside and grabbed himself a warm bottle of scotch and a bottle of nuka-cola. Wrapping them up in the burned uniform that he hadn't taken the time to patch up yet, he stored the two bottles in his backpack and went on his way. One of these nights, he'd treat himself with those things. That'd be nice.

Approaching the H&H Tools building, Sabin was greeted by the securitron too. Deciding not to listen to its blabber, he walked straight past it and into the building. He didn't have much of a liking for those suckers ever since the one had flipped his mattress this morning, and he'd never trusted any of those contraptions in the first place. Making his way in, Sabin would settle against a wall and await the rest of the arrivals, very much hoping that the goggled wastelander from yesterday would fail to show up.

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

Billy's eyes widened as he heard the confrontation going on outside the thin door. Had some kid decided to follow him or something? He couldn't let the boy die because he'd done something stupid! His hand was on the doorknob, a centimeter from sliding it open to rescue the boy, before the soldier did the most humane thing he'd ever seen one do before. He backed off. Billy knew that all soldiers weren't inherently evil, but it was rare to find one as hesitant as this soldier. Maybe there was some good left in them, he'd just have to find that.

Cautiously, Billy inched open the door. This could be a trap, and if that were the case he couldn't be too trusting. When he could finally see out, all Billy saw was the young boy sitting on the ground. The boy was young, maybe 10 or 11. Had that boy really just stood his ground in front of fully armed soldiers? Billy shook his head, wishing that children weren't the ones that had to struggle like this. Kneeling down next to the boy, Billy looked at him. "Never stood up to them before, eh?" Billy would say, not cruelly though not in a particularly gentle way, either. "If ya ain't ready, they'll put a bullet through ya without a second glance. Ya just got lucky there, be more careful next time."

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

I'll post my response to your post as soon as I get home, Voltus. Can't wait!

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

Savo said
Quick question, do the soldiers have protective headwear?

Generally, yes. Billy could only throw the rock and hit the pilot in the head because during the parade the pilots of the war machines were out in the open So everyone could see, and were in dress uniform.

The Salem Academy of Magical Arts (Harry Potter-Esque)

Hey, I narrowed down my character's skills/weaknesses a bit and edited in a little list, shouldn't be as cluttered/filled with information that's not needed now. :)

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

I'm really glad that you're liking the roleplay, and I hope I'm able to make it fun for all of you involved. Yeah, the posting rate hasn't been super fast as of yet, but it's moving at least. I imagine it'll start getting easier when everything gets set up and all that. And we shouldn't worry about the roleplay dying or anything, if there's at least a few of us still interested we could still work things out and figure out a way to find new players. I dunno, but what I'm trying to say is that as long as we don't give up on the idea it'll still be here :)

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

I'll try my very best to make sure that the roleplay stays active and I won't abandon it, really! My character's still lying low a bit after that first little predicament, so I haven't been able to post again. It seems that a few of the players that signed up haven't started yet, but hopefully they'll decide to join in too. If it comes to the worst, we can still try recruiting more and the such. At the moment, you could probably post as much as you'd like, but I'm hoping that the other players that signed up will join in, too. Hmm.

Edit: Perhaps we could plan out a few more things OOC to get our characters to all meet up sooner

The Salem Academy of Magical Arts (Harry Potter-Esque)

IInflex said
@Daemyn: It looks good. Accepted, though Id ask you to clean up your Skills section. It seems as though you've muddled up a bunch of unneeded personality traits in there. For example 'doesnt give up easily' and 'attention seeking and overbearing' are things that aren't really needed in that section. I understand that some personality traits can be a real advantage/disadvantage but I guess Im looking for more tangible things like being clumsy, bad at following procedures, poor memory, etc. Though, if youre lazy, you really dont neeeed to do this. :)

Yeah, I sorta threw anything in there that could qualify as something of the sort. It was late when I wrote it, so it got a little muddled. I'll clean it up before we start, but at the moment I have a headache so I'll do it when that clears up :3

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

Accepted! I'll add you to the character list :p