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ThatOneNewGuyJoshua Graham, Christine Royce - New Vegas Strip
The four individuals of the Ghost Traders, drew many looks as they approached the Ultra-Luxe Casino. Namely was their weirdness drawn due to the fact, that in the sun of the Mojave sun - all four of them wore what looked to be gas-masks and clothing, that one might consider too much or too strange. Two of them, wore heavy-duty chemical suits, that looked to be made from a heavy leather. Most people dared to avoid them, namely cause they carried two nasty-looking and green-glowing plasma rifles - the same hue, that also their lenses glowed with.
The other two people, that were amongst them, looked somewhat normal. Albeit they wore cloaks that covered their bodies, one looking to be heavily bandaged and with signs of machine parts - while the other looked normal as well - except for the large gas mask worn as well. Whatever the case was, they made their way to the Ultra-Luxe - without much trouble or issue. The bandaged one - pulling his cloak more tightly around his body, to cover himself. Whatever was their business, they were allowed inside the Ultra-Luxe Casino, meaning they were part of the many factions invited to Mr. House' meeting - while being asked to leave their bodyguards outside and also their weapons.
The two, 'normal' dressed folks soon stepped inside the Ultra-Luxe - while keeping their cloaks on at that. Making their way to the conference - the bandaged one speaking up. "Do you think it be wise, to have so many gentiles, former allies and enemies - all together under a single roof? It is as though the Lord, has a sense of humor - and is awaiting the one, with the least control to spark the flame and consume this house of sin."
"Be patient...this is for the good of the Ghosts. I have no wish, for them or our home to be assaulted - for the 'treasure' inside of it. The Legion, thou they may be friendly now - there is no guarantee upon the future," replied the other one, sounding feminine underneath the mask.
"As you wish so...you are the Mother of this tribe," humored the bandaged on in reply - using a nickname, she disliked - but it had been given to her, by the Ghosts tribe and she wasn't about to mess with their wish. They were delicate and young as they were - no effort to try and erase human nature at this point. Only to make the best of it.
When they were asked to speak their identities - the bandaged one chuckled underneath his breathe. This would be most hilarious, he couldn't wait to see how the gentiles reacted to his presence at that. As the female in question, whispered their names and faction at that - taking several tries, before the waiter nodded in reply and spoke.
"From the Ghost Traders - we have Christine Royce, former member of the Circle of Steel-" spoke the waiter. The name Christine Royce, likely would turn some heads - as that group had been responsible for hunting down Father Elijah. But it would be the second name that would likely turn several heads. "-and Joshua Graham, of New Canaan."
He figured, there was no need to hide under the cloak anymore - as Graham soon pulled back his cloak, revealing the Burned Man underneath the cloak. Only this time around, he looked more machine than man. His hands were replaced by ones from a surgery bot, pristine and white - a Protectron chest-plate screwed onto his chest, the feared 'SLCPD' marks inscribed on the metal. His legs refitted with an Assaultron model, welded down and hammered to look more natural legs at that. One might think, it was a trick or scam - until Joshua opened his mouth and spoke.
"It has been far too long, it always nice to see so many familiar faces in one place. Almost feels like a sermon...too bad I left my book outside," he hummed - his voice the same, untouched by the flames of betrayal or the radiation of humility. As both Christine and Joshua calmly took their seats. Graham folding his hands together, elbows on the table, in a prayer fashion and resting his chin ontop of them.
The four individuals of the Ghost Traders, drew many looks as they approached the Ultra-Luxe Casino. Namely was their weirdness drawn due to the fact, that in the sun of the Mojave sun - all four of them wore what looked to be gas-masks and clothing, that one might consider too much or too strange. Two of them, wore heavy-duty chemical suits, that looked to be made from a heavy leather. Most people dared to avoid them, namely cause they carried two nasty-looking and green-glowing plasma rifles - the same hue, that also their lenses glowed with.
The other two people, that were amongst them, looked somewhat normal. Albeit they wore cloaks that covered their bodies, one looking to be heavily bandaged and with signs of machine parts - while the other looked normal as well - except for the large gas mask worn as well. Whatever the case was, they made their way to the Ultra-Luxe - without much trouble or issue. The bandaged one - pulling his cloak more tightly around his body, to cover himself. Whatever was their business, they were allowed inside the Ultra-Luxe Casino, meaning they were part of the many factions invited to Mr. House' meeting - while being asked to leave their bodyguards outside and also their weapons.
The two, 'normal' dressed folks soon stepped inside the Ultra-Luxe - while keeping their cloaks on at that. Making their way to the conference - the bandaged one speaking up. "Do you think it be wise, to have so many gentiles, former allies and enemies - all together under a single roof? It is as though the Lord, has a sense of humor - and is awaiting the one, with the least control to spark the flame and consume this house of sin."
"Be patient...this is for the good of the Ghosts. I have no wish, for them or our home to be assaulted - for the 'treasure' inside of it. The Legion, thou they may be friendly now - there is no guarantee upon the future," replied the other one, sounding feminine underneath the mask.
"As you wish so...you are the Mother of this tribe," humored the bandaged on in reply - using a nickname, she disliked - but it had been given to her, by the Ghosts tribe and she wasn't about to mess with their wish. They were delicate and young as they were - no effort to try and erase human nature at this point. Only to make the best of it.
When they were asked to speak their identities - the bandaged one chuckled underneath his breathe. This would be most hilarious, he couldn't wait to see how the gentiles reacted to his presence at that. As the female in question, whispered their names and faction at that - taking several tries, before the waiter nodded in reply and spoke.
"From the Ghost Traders - we have Christine Royce, former member of the Circle of Steel-" spoke the waiter. The name Christine Royce, likely would turn some heads - as that group had been responsible for hunting down Father Elijah. But it would be the second name that would likely turn several heads. "-and Joshua Graham, of New Canaan."
He figured, there was no need to hide under the cloak anymore - as Graham soon pulled back his cloak, revealing the Burned Man underneath the cloak. Only this time around, he looked more machine than man. His hands were replaced by ones from a surgery bot, pristine and white - a Protectron chest-plate screwed onto his chest, the feared 'SLCPD' marks inscribed on the metal. His legs refitted with an Assaultron model, welded down and hammered to look more natural legs at that. One might think, it was a trick or scam - until Joshua opened his mouth and spoke.
"It has been far too long, it always nice to see so many familiar faces in one place. Almost feels like a sermon...too bad I left my book outside," he hummed - his voice the same, untouched by the flames of betrayal or the radiation of humility. As both Christine and Joshua calmly took their seats. Graham folding his hands together, elbows on the table, in a prayer fashion and resting his chin ontop of them.
