Yes sorry it was another mutant that fell behind I wrote it that way because Brandy did not see the battle because she's a scaredy cat
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Please, NOBODY MOVE BRANDY, I have a post already started for immediately afterwards. Just waiting to see who responds, and who wins the lucky dice roll.
Damn Sky you beat me to it LOL
Ok, Sky will roll a dice to determine who killed the Mother Deathclaw. Ivehad this scenario in my head for a couole months. Brandy didn't even hirt it, whoever gets the dice roll can write how they killed ir whatever. Remember, there are 5 human sized (at least that big) deathclaws running around.
Brandy Brooks – Bringing more excitement to Salem
Brandy hustled towards the Museum of Witchcraft and found herself at the large front door. She looked at the ancient, but remarkably pristine door. The stories of the evil that was contained inside rushed through her head. Sudden chaos erupted as the town was under attack, she looked around quickly, “I can't make it back to town,” she closed her eyes and opened the door. Upon opening her eyes there were no immediate threats, she shut the door behind her.
She glanced around, while looking for a place to hide as yelling and gunfire raged outside of the museum's walls. She was scared, she ducked down and continued to look around as the sound of bullets smacking the exterior walls filled the museum. She blinked as her eyes fell on a pistol, it was bigger than her .22 pistol, but that was all she knew. Placing it in her backpack, Brandy inched closer to another door, she heard some scratching, “Radroach.”
She unslung her shotgun and fumbled for the safety. Her heart raced, both the sounds of a radroach and the gunfire outside brought beads of sweat on her forehead. Wiping the sweat from her brow she quickly turned the knob and pushed the door open.
“HOLY SHIT!!!” she screamed as a lizard type thing looked at her with nearly as much shock. She pulled the trigger, spraying the lizard square in the chest with a round of 00 buck sending it on it's ass. A roar brought Brandy to full attention as another, much, much larger lizard with horns and claws like swords nudged the smaller lizard with its muzzle. It's baby, as it would seem, whimpered and cried, the mother turned and looked at Brandy, rearing it's massive blade like teeth at her, swinging its claw just as Brandy turned to run busting the frame of the door.
“RUN!!!!” screamed Brandy as the sound of breaking wood and glass filled the museum's main room. Has to be one of those deathclaw beasts I've heard about. All she could hear was the carnage ensuing behind her as she reached the front entrance and burst out onto the street slamming into a super mutant carrying a gatling laser. She looked up at him and immediately realized that it wasn't Rook, and this mutant was breathing heavily and sweating profusely as if he had been running some time. The mutant smacked a piece if his gatling laser and took aim at Brandy as she sprinted towards the old car husk when a massive explosion it seemed like made her even more petrified.
Looking over her shoulder she saw the mama deathclaw clamp her jaws over the of the mutant, tearing him from the ground and shaking her head like a dog with a chew toy. She ripped off the mutant’s head as laser beams shot all over hitting several buildings and the street around Brandy. “RUN, RUN, RUN, RUUUNNNNNN!!!!” A burning sensation tore into her left shoulder causing her to stumble, when her right hand touched the ground to regain her balance she looked back. The Mother Deathclaw glared at her, curling its lip and licked the mutants blood dripping from her lower jaw before discarding the mutant like little ball. She roared louder than Brandy had ever heard before. Tears flowed down Brandy's cheeks as she reached the car and dove inside, crawling to the back floorboard. She heard the claws on the concrete and the deathclaw used her head to overturn the car, Brandy screamed in sheer horror as the deathclaw began slashing at the car before flipping it back upright.
Brandy's hands shook terribly as she tried to gain control of her shotgun. Her heart beating out of her chest, the deathclaw arched it's back and roared once more. Brandy shot her remaining four shells, not even fazing the massive beast, but just pissing it off even more. The deathclaw shredded roof from the car and darted its head towards Brandy. She held up the shotgun and closed her eyes, the heat and stench from its breath covered her arm and then vanished leaving saliva running to her bicep. She opened her eyes to see the deathclaw thrashing about with the shotgun stuck deep in its mouth. She seized the opportunity and jumped from the car in shambles.
“RUN, RUN, RUUUNNNNN!!! DEATHCLAW!!!!” She ran towards town screaming at the top of her lungs and crying. She looked back, the Mother Deathclaw started after her once more as it crushed her family shotgun in its mouth. Making matters worse, five smaller deathclaws poured out from the museum and were taking part in the chase. Up ahead she saw an old semi trailer and headed that way as the movement of a new turret caught her attention for a split second. She couldn't hear it spin up over her breathing and screaming. Puffs of concrete dust popped up near her as the turret tried to settle on the Mother deathclaw. Brandy flew past the turret and towards the trailer, sliding like she was stealing a base in a baseball game. Coming to a stop, she fumbled for the pistol she had found, when she looked up she saw the Mother Deathclaw rip the turret from its mount like it was nothing but a nuisance. Finding the safety, she flipped it and jumped up backpedaling towards the center of town. Her eyes pried as wide as they possibly could when the raging Mother Deathclaw tore through the trailer and roared. “SHIT!!! DEATHCLAW, RUN, DEATHCLAW!!!
The Deathclaw jumped onto the trailer, snarling as it watched Brandy run. She tried running faster but her legs just wouldn't, she pointed the pistol back at the Deathclaw and started pulling the trigger. Her aim was poor, as usual, hitting all around the pissed off monster and even taking out a couple of windows. Her lungs felt like they were gasping for air straight from her throat, her voice kept getting more hoarse with each scream, “DEATHCLAWS, SHIT, SHIT, RUN, RUN, RUN, DEATHCLAWS!!!” The last scream brought a crack in her voice, leaving her barely gasping the words hardly audible.
Brandy rounded the corner of the clinic trying to scream, still pulling the trigger of the empty pistol. The deathclaw swiped at her, tearing the backpack right off of her back as well as breaking off some of the wood siding from the ancient church. She felt more burning and its claws caught her back. Her left shoulder still burnin. As she could see her house, Betty ran out from the diner to see what all the ruckus was about. Brandy shoved her, "RUN, DEATHCLAW, GO BACK INSIDE." Brandy yelled at Betty, the deathclaw took another swipe at Brandy slicing her left arm open. Looking at Betty, "RUN!!" Brandy looked to see her shirt bloodied as she turned to run home causing her to stumble and fall right in between Ace’s Diner and her house. Rolling onto her ass, Brandy kept trying to shoot the angry beast as it reared up throwing its claws out wide, like a victory roar.
“RUN, RUN, RUN!!!!” her mind screamed but her moving mouth did not as the monster crashed down before her, its left horn resting against Brandy's boot.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, she pulled the trigger, “RUN, RUN, RUN!!!” She kept repeating, though nothing more than a whisper at this point, while squeezing the empty pistols trigger, though the deathclaw lay dead at her feet as she sat bloodied and in a pool of her own urine.
Waylon - S&W Weaponry - Morning
“I’ll buy it along with 200 round of ammo and a couple of spare mags if you them it.” Steve stated “oh and by any chance do you have a silencer for it? I imagine it will be pretty deadly with one.”
“Let me take a look for some mags real quick. I don't have a silencer but I can build one, all I need to do is check the thread pattern.” Waylon pulled a plastic pencil box from under the counter full of various nuts with different threading, the pattern was written neatly on the side of the nuts. He grabbed a couple and tried them on the end of the barrel, “Looks like ¾ x 10 thread pattern. Give me a couple of days and I should be able to build one for you, we can settle on a price then, sound good?”
“As far as the 9mm ammo, 2 caps a piece and the Cobray will set ya back... $350 caps. I went through the entire pistol, checked headspacing, springs, cleaned and oiled it up. She should fire like a champ, oh, and I worked the firing pin and bolt, she's a full auto now. She has a bit of muzzle rise under fire, but if you're sprayin’ and prayin’ in close quarters she'll make a person into Swiss cheese real quick.” Waylon laughed and finished counting out the ammo. He swapped the ammo and pistol for Steve's caps, he reached out and shook Steve's hand, “Enjoy, thanks for the business. I need to run upstairs and check on Eliza. Say, have you seen Shelby? She hasn't been here since I woke up, seems a little off to me.” He listened to Steve, “OK, well, if you see her, tell her to get her ass home would ya? I'll see ya later.”
Waylon fetched two mugs of coffee from his office and went back upstairs after Steve walked out. He gently knocked on the door, “Eliza? I brought you a coffee.” He walked into the room and sat the coffee down, “Freshly brewed, careful it's hot. So, how's it feel to be upright again?” he asked before taking a sip of his coffee.
Shelby Jackson – Mary’s House - Morning
"Don't play the innocent with me...", Mary said with a predatory smile as she held up the jar for Shelby to see, "...You know what you saw. The questions you should be asking are why I did it, and by what means did I achieve it."
Shelby swallowed the lump in her throat, “Witchcraft?” she said very quietly.
"So tell me, was it everything you thought it would be?", Mary chuckled and continued, "Somehow I doubt it. No one who plays this game for Fame and glory will last for very long....certainly not the six hundred years I have been walking this Earth. In my world, power comes from knowledge, and bargains in which unspeakable acts...like what you watched him do to me...and even immortal souls are used as currency."
Shelby's jaw dropped, 600 years? No fuckin’ way. she tilted her head checking Mary out, failing to understand, or eve believe her 600 year comment.
"I'm going home and taking a good hot bath", Mary announced, "I'm absolutely filthy." She then pointed at the ceiling and continued. "feel free to stop by once my houseguest leaves....poor lad has no idea what I am and I intend to keep it that way. I won't be coming back here again, so feel free to take what you want. Whatever you do, though...don't go upstairs, a Deathclaw has it's nest up there." she then climbed up and opened the door, moonlight flooding down from the open doorway, Mary's head silhouetted in the frame. "One last thing", Mary whispered, though Shelby could hear it clearly, "I'm going to trust you with my little secret...consider it a test of character." Mary then placed the key to the cellar on the top step and closed the cellar door behind her.
Her mind was absolutely reeling, she had witnessed an act unlike anything she had ever seen before. She looked up at th3 ceiling, it was then she could hear what sounded like claws tapping on the floor walking around, Mary's words of warning flew through her mind. She followed suit and hurried outside i to the morning light. Taking a seat on a piece of broken concrete she could not stop thinking.
I sacrificed a lot with Calypso, some twisted shit, some gruesome. If I could handle that...if Mary would teach me I could destroy Calypso. Shelby jumped up and ran towards town when a vertibird flew overhead. She paused, looking for The Jaded Empire dragon on the side, but it was just the Brotherhood insignia. They didn't bother her too much, especially here. Sure, they were assholes, but the Brotherhood around here had no idea of her slaving dealings. A man rushing from Mary's house snapped her back, she bit her lip and marched over to the front door. It was left half open, she pushed it and walked in, “Mary?” Her voice somewhat quiet, she heard the sound of a bath faucet being turned off and the sound of moving water. She crept towards the sound and knocked lightly on the bathroom door, “Mary?”
She took a deep breath, “Teach me. Tell me what type of shit I have to do to learn. I still am in disbelief, but I can't unsee what I witnessed so I know it's real.”
I approve, I don't see a problem with 2 mutants.
Brandy Brooks – Diner/Home/Diner/Salem - Morning
Ace let out a chuckle as he got up, picked the panties up and handed them to Brandy, “You know no reason to blush, nothing I haven’t seen before…” He went over to the dresser and handed her what she asked. She stood up and pulled Ace to her, burying her face into his chest as she hugged him. Brandy looked up at him; standing on her tippy toes she gave him a little kiss. “I’d go out the cellar door if I were you. Steve is upstairs and so are other folk, plus Betty,” Ace said after he kissed her. He started to look around the room, pulling a toolbox from under the bed. He placed it on the bed and opened it, looked inside, and closed it up. He kissed Brandy again and headed for the cellar door.
Brandy just stared at Ace, her mouth hung open slightly, “Why? You’re not going to walk me out?”
Ace stopped and turned, “Oh sorry, I know I just got here but we got a new generator and I want to make sure it’s ready to run as soon as possible...oh before I forget, yes there was vertibird. No, Brotherhood is not invading us. Yes, there are two scribes up on the apartment building, and No it won’t cost anyone anything.”
Brandy furrowed her brow and shook her, “What?” she raised her arms and let them flop down to her sides as the cellar door slammed shut, “What are you talking about Ace?” She mumbled to herself confused with the rush of information, “You do know that I can help with that type of stuff.” She plopped down on the bed and folded her arms. She looked at the nightstand reaching over to pick up the picture frame. It was his ex-wife, she put it in the stands drawer before jumping up, “FINE,” she hissed. Can’t even walk your girlfriend out, AND THEN tell me go leave through the cellar??? He must be embarrassed of me. She sighed and looked up at the hatch, she pressed her lips together and clenched her fists before she stomped towards the ladder.
She carefully opened it up, she could see Betty moving around preparing coffee, she climbed up and let the hatch door slam shut. She glared at Betty who returned just as evil of glare. “Looks like someone had a fun night.” Steve chuckled.
“CAN IT STEVE,” she walked towards the door, purposely bumping into Betty making her spill some coffee down the front of her. She stopped before she walked out and looked at Steve, “I did have a good night. But my morning could’ve been better, but I saw you two.” She shot one more dirty look at Betty and Steve before she left. She went inside her house and up the stairs to clean up and get ready for the day. She grabbed some khaki cargo pants and tight red t-shirt, pulled her hair up into a ponytail and slipped on her tan work boots. She snatched a brochure she had found when she returned to town, it was about The Witchcraft Museum, it was just outside of town and looked to be in nice shape. Today was the day she would go explore it. Pulling out the gun case from under her bed she pulled out her great grandfather’s 12 gauge shotgun, pushing 5 shells into the mag-tube. She attached the sling and slung it over her shoulder and went to leave but stopped by the kitchen entrance. She grinned and sat the shotgun down. She grabbed a bottle of Wonder glue and some flower. She dug out a plastic baggie and dumped some flour in it along with a little water to make a paste. Then she dumped the Wonder glue in and sealed the baggie, massaging it to mix the glue in with the paste. A laughed slipped out as she went and picked up her shotgun before heading back to the diner. Steve had left, and Betty put her hand on her hip, “What do you want?”
Brandy smiled, “Nothing, I thought I might sit here until Ace comes back.” Betty rolled her eyes and turned to the sink to finish washing the mugs. Brandy stood up, opening up the baggie and threw it hitting Betty in the back of head. “That’s for being a rude jerk this morning when you came down and got stuff from the storeroom.”
“YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!” screamed Betty as she put her hand up to fling off the glops of paste. Her hand stuck to her hair, she leaned over the sink and tried to get the paste out, but to no avail.
“Have a nice day Betty,” Brandy chirped as she quickly left with Betty’s hands stuck in her hair. She started on her way to the museum and hummed with a smug grin on her face. Did I use too much glue? It was the entire bottle, NAH.
Waylon – S&W Weaponry - Morning
"Oh, probably, I'm gonna power through the day as best I can without going to bed too early," Frieda replied, silent for a moment before she began to blush, "Oh, y-you meant...aha," she chuckled nervously. "S-sure, that'd be okay. Er, I mean, great. I mean, fun! Fun and great."
Waylon smiled, “Great, be nice to dine with someone and have a good conversation.”
Frieda cleared her throat. "Listen, my regular gig is clinic guard, so I should try to find some coffee and get to that. I'll track down Barney and make him take his turn at this watch post, so you can get back to your weapons shop. But, uhhh, I'll meet you there later today?" She reached out and gently squeezed his arm. His responsive smile lingered on her mind as she hustled back down the street, nervously lighting up one of her last cigarettes.
“You bet, hopefully the clinic won’t be too busy so you have a good day, I’ll see ya tonight then,” he watched as she walked back into town until her tall, tone figure disappeared. He kicked back on the roof of the car, yawned as he waited for Barney to show up.
Barney showed up, grumpy as usual and holding his coffee mug, “I was sent by Miss Hotshot to take over.”
Waylon hopped down, “Don’t be so grumpy old man; chances are you’ll have an easy day, just don’t fall asleep.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, go on, get outta here before I change my mind.”
Waylon slung his rifle over his shoulder and walked back to town, his knees ached from sitting on the car all night, but it had been worth it. Under Calypso, he never got the chance to court someone; he would be assigned a woman, or told to choose one. He was glad that he and Shelby had escaped from the sadistic bitch. Life was brightening up for once, and with new opportunities. He walked past the diner where Steve sat, as usual, and he saw Betty’s attitude through the window. He skipped a cup of coffee; he wasn’t in the mood to deal with her shit that early. He unlocked the front door of S&W and walked in, putting his rifle in his office before heading up the stairs to check on the girls.
Waylon turned the doorknob, it had been left unlocked, he walked in, “Good morn…OH…sorry.” He saw Eliza standing nude in front of the window, but no Shelby. He furrowed his brow glancing towards the bathroom, but the light was off, I’m surprised she’s not here. Waylon cleared his throat while trying not to look at Eliza, “Sorry, I usually have to wake Shelby up, but I’m really surprised to see you walking. That stimpack Shelby gave you yesterday afternoon must’ve done the trick. Help yourself to whatever you need; if you’re hungry I can whip us all up some breakfast.”
The door chime echoed up the stairs, Waylon held up his finger, “Let me go see who walked in real quick, you can come downstairs or I’ll come back up as soon as I check.” He walked down the stairs and out into the store.
“Hello Waylon.” Steve said as he noticed Waylon walk over to him. “I’m looking to purchase a submachine gun or compact assault rifle for mid-close range engagements do you have models you would recommend?”
“Hey Steve, yeah sure,” Waylon looked at the guns on the wall display, he pointed at a refinished SKS with a bladed bayonet, “I like the SKS rifles myself for mid-range, and the bayonet is a nice touch too and umm...” He narrowed his eyes as he looked, “I have this AR pistol, kinda cumbersome to carry, but you 30 round mags at your disposal. I have one in 9mm and 5.56mm. This Cobray M11/9 has had all the internal parts polished and functions great, sorta uncommon. But the 32 round mag doesn’t like being packed full, but with around 25 rounds it works great. I am working on an old grease gun, but they’re hard to find, so I have to either search other guns for parts or make my own, either way, it won’t be ready for a while.”
Waylon put his elbows on the glass display case and nodded down, “But you can never go wrong with a Colt 1911, I heard they used to say ABC, Always buy Colt,” he laughed a little, “The .45 round has some pop to it, it’ll take out a lot more than you’d think.”
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