Dread

Fallout: Into the Storm

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Frankie Cabrera

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The wall. Why did it feel more like a tomb than protection?

That thought crossed her mind more than once, and yet did she seem to let it dissuade her from committing to the path laid out in front of her? Not in the slightest. But, that didn't mean Frankie was going to plunge into a mess without first taking all the necessary precautions possible. The suit was certainly about as good as it was going to get, and shielding from deadly radiation trumped comfort any day, so she dealt with the issue like a champ. Personal protection? Along with her a 9mm pistol, a combat knife, and an old wooden quarterstaff, it was all she had to keep a fair distance between her and whatever monsters awaited her. However, she also knew that John and Marvin recognized her less-than-perfect combat abilities and would grant her the cover she needed to at least survive.

“Wow, depressing.” Frankie muttered, reacting to the low singing from one of the group members, the morbid words and tonality having really no effect on uplifting the girl's spirits. Of course, how could such song lyrics lift anyone up?

Up ahead, she noticed Khaliya and Marvin locked in some discussion, and hopefully -the medic thought- a good strategy to get everyone through the journey with little to no casualties. Sure, she was good at her job, but at the same time, didn't want to patch up a wound just so her patient could go run back out into the fray with reckless abandon. Frankie had seen enough of that while imprisoned with Raiders, forced to sew up torn skin, cauterize lost limbs, pull out bullets and fragments, and a myriad of very bloody procedures just so the idiots could go back out and do it all over again. But she figured this group to be much more sensible…

Khaliya’s update on the situation seemed rather grim, but doable, considering there was an alternative. Thankfully Frankie didn’t have deal with the awkwardness of being stuck deciding whether she should volunteer herself for scouting, considering she was small enough to go unnoticed. But, as it happened, not one, but two of the group members stepped up only moments after the call, and began heading toward the front, Frankie nodding to the new girl as she passed. The medic quickly turned her attention toward the area where another one of the younger female team members, who had and rather weird and unexpected outburst before she fell silent again.

Arching an eyebrow, Frankie sighed as she returned her attention to the front of the group, and took a few deep breaths to even out any buried anxiety.

This was already turning out to be an interesting trip…

Hi everyone

Welcome @Pewpewpikachu! Pull up a chair :)

Word association Game!

Void

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

no hablo espanol

Make a wish, corrupt a wish.

Granted. Being sealed in a meat locker sucks...

I wish I could live in a different century.

Post a random fact about yourself.

If I did have the ability to travel outside the US, I'd probably visit central Europe or Japan.

@Sola

I so want to visit Japan! Buuut, that's not happening until I grad HS :/

Anyway, I haven't been anywhere outside the country either, but my parents have been to Europe twice where allegedly I was conceived :/

Not that I really want to think about that...

What Are You Listening To?

Hey.

Welcome to the Guild, @DeathPage! And it won't be difficult to find a fun RP to alleviate your boredom :D

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

@Dread
Forgot ya on the last mention.

@Rai

No worries, so did Rumi, lol

Posted btw.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

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The Vrondi Jungle

“Really?” The Fotian mumbled under her breath, while slowing her mount to a stop as the others did. “A tree?...” She continued, but this time the words overlaid with agitation at the thought.

We journeyed through the muck and mire of the thick Vrondi jungle to inspect trees? Czigani shook her head, recalling earlier in the day when she’d been brought into the Alliance -the “fellowship" as one of the royals had even put it- for whatever reasons they had. Even then the Tyro warrior questioned what good she could even be in whatever private war the ruling council had been waging. She didn’t need to be involved, nor was she all interested in becoming a pawn. But, as more information was given about the journey and tasks as hand, it was abundant that Czigani was in fact placed at just the right time. And despite whatever feelings she secretly harbored against the idea, her homeland, Fotia, had been the groups destination for the first leg of the mission.

K’eita Lysirus The Fotian girl signed under an alias, but of course she has to, if any records were being kept at all. The name itself? Just a close childhood friend who long passed from a terrible bone disease when they were still in their early adolescence. While they shared many interests, they both differed, as K’eita was a fighter, not with sword or fist, but with words. A true diplomat, and something Czigani admired in her late friend. Perhaps her name would still carry on in another capacity.

At the sudden protest from one of the group members, Czigani stirred out of her reverie, and noticed that one of the knights -Mason was it?- took it upon himself to set fire to the diseased tree, quickly rendering it to ashes. The Tyro warrioress cracked a smile, mentally applauding his boldness, while simultaneously feeling relieved that they could possibly move on. She tugged at the collar of her relatively new armor, gifted to her by the King of Vrondi prior to their departure. In addition, she was fashioned with a new rapier and parrying dagger, both of which had the resistance needed to withstand extreme heat and damage.

new armor

Jaku, the ebony horse gifted to her during the journey, had become quite skittish in the area, clearly the evil permeating that part of the jungle brought and uneasiness within its grasp. Removing the leather glove from her hand, Czigani stroked the stallion’s strong neck, bringing a bit of comfort to an otherwise agitated animal.

“Stand firm, boy.” She leaned in to whisper. “For there are far worse entities out there…”