Ordure

Fallout: Orleans

@Letter Bee

"Hmph.. it looks legit enough, newcomer." Morris the Mongrel muttered, passing the pouch to his synth body guard. Well, 'en, I suppose I'll give you whatever info you want. I can't say it'll be of any help, though. I don't got the crayons to draw it out for you."

"The weapons of The Order, hm? In the old days, the Lambert District made all a' the guns,weapons, that sorta war junk. It was the good ol' days. I wasn't alive, but it was definitely better than now." He snorted, his synth grenadier giving an ugly, artificial laugh. "Nowadays, Savreaux makes all a' them. The guns, paintings, technology, all that sorta thing. The other districts are just cities now. Places for Savreaux to throw away people who couldn't make it into his district."

"The Revolutionaries? Ugh. It's not much better than the Order, trouncing around, waving their guns. I hear they get their weapons and armor from the Outer Regions. That's what the Order calls it, anyway. By that, they mean land they haven't turned to shit and is still ruins of the old world," The youngster said, his dirty, toothy grin wide. "They pick it out from ruins of old buildings and streets. Place is super dangerous. Crawling with monsters and raiders. Orleans was a pretty big civil shitstorm before the bombs hit."

"Napoleon V? If you wanna see her, head down the river to the Proulx District. The bitch is giving one of her famous speeches. I listened in - and she almost had me frothing at the mouth for her, and I don't do that with every lady I come across. The district is completely fucked up; Order Knights barely have any control there," He said, his synth grenadier eyeing the pouch. "Oh, and her looks? Absolute hottie. Seriously. Her face is perfect. I hear that she's manipulative as all hell, though."

"And the king? Uh.. I don't know." Morris said, genuinely surprised. Behind him, his synth "body guard" had begun running away, waving the pouch of caps in the air. "That all you need? H5, let's get the hell out of he - wait, what the hell?" H5! H5, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

@Tuxedo Fox@Ulstermann

"Je suis encore.. vivant." {I am still.. alive.} An errant voice would mumble, stumbling out, waving away smoke. "I need medical attention immediately."

Knight Captain Cade would stumble out beyond the billowing dust and ruins of the stronghold, the collapsed red banner and marble bricks surrounding him. His left leg, his artificial leg, seemed to have been lost in the ruins of the building, forcing him to limp forward beyond the ash. His smooth, dark face was covered in dust and soot, he had a wide gash across his chest that stained his scarlet uniform, and his normally neat and parted hair had become frazzled. His lower left leg stump would occasionally spark, revealing the remaining wire and metal lying underneath.

Je besoin d'un rendez-vous with Madame Curie immediately." Knight Captain Cade murmured, a Super Mutant Paladin coming forth to sling him across his back. "Je pars the Trading Outpost in your hands while I'm receiving attention, Captain Locke." Captain Cade pointed drearily at a nearby ghoul, who's eyes widened.

The Super Mutant Paladin immediately rushed off, heading to the wide selection of Order Fanboats and Ships, ensuring that Captain Cade's leg and torso would be treated to immediately down the Mississpi River in the Savreaux District. The Savreaux District was where Madame Curie was located - an out of area, yet highly intelligent synth, who's medical practice and science was rare to find anywhere. She currently led the "Science District" side of the Savreaux District. As the Order Paladin passed the makeshift hospital, he looked on in disgust, as they denied dying Order Knights with blown off legs and hacked off arms.

Fallout: Orleans

@Vulkan

The perk depends more on history and biography than on stats; you can have practically zero charisma, but if an event in your past caused you to be particularly kind to children, then I'll permit "Child at Heart". It should have a reason behind it, though.

Side note, cleared up most of my work and will now be able to GM a little.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeons: Stargate [Mid-High Casual] Accepting!

"WAKE UP!"

The immature, obstinate pokemon stirred; beginning to rouse herself out of her sleep, the bongs of cast iron pots being repeatedly smacked together and her father's galling bellows striking her eardrums. He could hear him pacing about her bed, thumping the two items together over and over, booming over clangs and clatters while shouting at her to wake up. Takeo Feuille had waken his daughter up like that for the last two years. He'd take the time to carefully and delicately sneak up the stairs, ensuring his massive footsteps were soft, tip-toe his way down the creaky wooden paneled floor, gently open the door to her room, and unleash the crescendo of his pot symphony. The girl covered her ears with her pillows, trying to drone out the incessant howling of his shouting and pans. It wasn't long before, finally quitting, she'd thunder off, throwing the pillows down in frustration as her father followed, belly laughing profoundly.

The two would begin breakfast in the small, cramped kitchen, her father practically hunching over in order to avoid smacking his head against the crumbly ceiling. "You didn't have to wake me up this early," Gale murmured in a small, tired voice, in sharp contrast to her father's deep, booming, and imposing one. The early morning haze still fogged her mind, causing her to forget that she was supposed to be the big, tough outlaw. "I really need some more sleep, dad.." Her dad leaned in, staring at her inquisitively, an eyebrow raised. "You're in a surprisingly good mood, Gale!" Her father exclaimed, still chewing through his steaming bowl of noodles. "You're usually still sour about the wake up call!" The pokemon would blink twice, her eyes growing lucid and mouth losing the confused, sleepy smile, realizing just who she was supposed to be. "I-I can't believe you woke me up this early, f-fartface!" The pokemon said, catching herself. "I'm too old for that kind of junk! ^{not too old for a bedtime story, though.."}

Her father smiled. "Okay, that's a little more along the lines of my daughter." The Pangoro laughed, slurping the last of the spicy soup remaining. "Well, you better come down to the shop now - you've slept through most of this morning - again." The massive pokemon would slide over his small stool, turning around to head down the stairs where there was the usual kind of morning buzz - laughter, discussion, and threats - while his daughter followed, bored out of her mind. "Ugh, dad, do I really have to help today? I have lots of stuff to do." By lots of stuff to do, she meant hanging around on her boulder and pretending she was a cool outlaw. "Of course! You've skipped out on the last few weeks, I'm sure you can do just one day, now." Her father declared. "Today's gonna be a busy day!" The Pangoro got to work, boiling pots of water, steaming noodles, and mashing sauce together with surprising finesse for someone so large.

"Order up!" The head chef and main employee would shout, placing a bowl of steaming soup on the counter. His daughter would pick it up, muttering angrily to herself about stupid adventurers, and would serve it to two nearby adventurers freshly home from a mission. She'd look out the window, the morning sun shining through, to see two figures approaching the shop - she recognized one of them, surprisingly - an Eevee, the daughter of a retired explorer that was a teammate of dad's, that she used to hang out with when she was younger. He was a bit of a dork, with his wanderlust and charitable spirit, rambling on about his desire to be an adventurer. He kind of reminded him of her when she was younger, looking up to the adventurers and wanting to be a part of them one day. Maybe he'd one day get that idea drilled out of him, but for now, he still looked to be the cheerful little fox that she played with a time ago. The other one she assumed to be his dad.

"DAD! Your stupid adventurer friend is here!" Gale yelled, watching as the pair approached. "You'd better come over here and say hello!" Her dad would immediately perk up, finding that a remnant of his past had wandered by. "Wait, Draco's here?!" The Pangoro would immediately drop his pan, leaving the sizzling food behind, and rush over to the door, his white headband billowing behind him. He squinted, staring at the Umbreon close by for a short while. "That's definitely Draco - could recognize that stench of his anywhere!" Her father opened up his arms for a bear hug. "Gale, bring the two inside and talk to Belgond." Takeo said, pushing her forward to the two. "It'll be just like when you hung out with him before!"

"Dad, I don't talk with people, I'm an outlaw - oh, hey Belgond." She mumbled, her eyes downcast and her voice meek again, a far cry from the villainess she painted herself as.. it'd been quite a while since they'd actually talked. "So.. you a geeky adventurer yet..?"

@Bright_Ops

Fallout: Orleans

@Vulkan

Double post from me, yay! - sounds fully reasonable. A network of spies would be pretty interesting.

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@Letter Bee

As for arms, supplies, and resources, the more basic supplies could've been brought; food and water, some chems, some lighter weapons - no heavy weapons like miniguns or flamers, more along the lines of pistols, revolvers, melee weapons, etc. etc.

A thousand caps or slightly more is fully workable - it's not unreasonable that he'd bring large stores of caps or resources on the boat during his expedition.

Par is the weakest PC, but being unable to be sent more than basic resources doesn't strip him from his advantages - I intended that having any almost maxed/fully maxed out stat is something that will give a character a massive boost over others, and having any sort of too low of a stat could very much potentially wreck complete havoc on a character - so I intended that depending on your stats would give a character strength moreso than depending on a faction, because it could be balanced out with lower stats/skills whereas controlling a faction is pretty difficult to fully balance. A character with luck one would face far more disadvantages and obstacles that a player with a higher stat wouldn't. A character with a charisma/intelligence ten and nine could very much prove to massively strengthen a character, almost to the point of being overpowered, allowing them to talk their way out of almost any situation or find a way to get out of a problem with ridiculous ease. Bodyguards strengthen him even more, giving him basic protection .

Par Rapids could pretty much do anything he intends to do, because I intend that having high stats will be a godsend in the future.

Fallout: Orleans

@Letter Bee

I'd say that's edging over the fine line; I want to keep everything as even as possible, and having a player be able to call for arms and supplies whereas other characters lack that, it's giving one player an edge over others. Marimont worked because they agreed that they wouldn't really use the Bokors too much. (If she ever comes online again.)

Also, we can discuss junk and more junk on the offsite.

Fallout: Orleans

@Letter Bee

In the near future of the roleplay, I'll be showing the civil war from the revolution's side - after all, we're only really in the very beginning of the roleplay - and we'll see some sympathetic sides from the revolution and the more villainous end of the Order; especially since they mirror the past France very, very well, including some of the uglier sides.

Fallout: Orleans

@Vulkan

Yes, but a couple of rules;

The faction cannot be abused - mainly use it for backstory purposes, getting to an event, or plot reasons.

The faction can't be too big; keep it relatively small.

The faction shouldn't constantly follow your character and bend to a whim, essentially giving you a walking set of bodyguards.

@Letter Bee

A charisma check would work - I believe that Ulstermann will be handling most GM stuff for tonight because I can't for the next few hours, so he'll decide whether Morris bends or activates some timed bombs in the hospital and waits for it to blow.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeons: Stargate [Mid-High Casual] Accepting!

Gale Feuille

GALE FEUILLE

Level
15

Ability
Iron Fist

Moveset
Work Up
Karate Chop
Comet Punch
Tackle

Nature
Adamant

Personality
Gale Feuille is stubborn, young, and impressionable; and she has a particularly problematic "rebellious" streak. Her father, Takeo Feuille, is a bold, jolly pokemon, once having been a brave explorer in the Medburn Exploration Guild, now lived a more tranquil life with his own shop on the rim of Medburn Town, and would often ramble on about his past adventures to Gale, spelunking deep in dark dungeons and mapping out areas with his old teammates. The daughter of the explorer, however, has a severe aversion to even the idea of being some stupidly valiant explorer dedicated to justice and all that junk. No, she'd much rather prefer a role on the less than virtuous side of things; taking the role of a scummy, villainous outlaw that the explorers would hunt down.

Gale Feuille tries to model most of her personality around some old, retired outlaws that she had a habit of listening to, recounting old tales of kidnapping, stealing, and attacking fresh explorers. While Gale attempts to be villainous, looking forward to eventually becoming a big and brutish Pangoro, her righteous morals and natural kindness often end up in her completely failing. She often tries to be rude, sassy, and mean to most pokemon she comes across, despite almost all of her natural instincts telling her to speak up and apologize for being so crass. The young pokemon had even once tried stealing something from her dad's restaurant, but an hour later came to him bawling her eyes out and sniveling, after which he treated her to the ice cream parlor.

History:
Gale Feuille was born into her father's shop; made to help tend the counters, resupply the food stock, and serve hungry customers, coming by with a small apron to hand a steaming bowl of soup to a new explorer. Her father would often recount his tales of adventuring upstairs, at the fire, explaining his once robust career, saving small pokemon unable to fend for themselves from big, monstrous brutes. As a young lass, the pokemon would often listen in awe, her jaw open and eyes wide as she listened to her father's old stories. The girl was desperate to grow old and become a brave adventurer, just like her dad. It sounded like an amazing prospect; saving small pokemon, helping those in need, adventuring - it was all she really wanted.

As Gale grew older, and her father's anecdotes began to repeat themselves, she began to doubt her father; once looking up to him as a intrepid, heroic dad, she began to try to see past his curtain of valiance. It seemed an adventurer's job was saving these "small, defenseless, weak" pokemon from the big bad villain. As if the pokemon couldn't care for themselves and they had to rely on the machismo explorer to save them. Was her dad really bravely mapping out areas with his teammates, defeating attacking pokemon, or swooping in to mark out an area and beat up it's locals. As years passed, she began to grow rancorous. It seemed her father wasn't really the old, lionhearted explorer she grew up with, but a washed up old coot.

The Pancham would begin to obtain a particular interest to the tales of the outlaws of old; recounting how they stole items, robbed pokemon, and even held them hostage at times. Their stories never seemed to repeat, and they never seemed to run out of material. Gale abandoned her silly idea of being a dorky adventurer and saving pokemon from the big baddies, and instead adopted the idea of being a cool, nefarious outlaw that stole items, robbed pokemon, and was generally greedy and sinister. Her outlaw career, however, would never really take off; being naturally goodhearted, most attempts at joining a gang having been laughed off, and was once even rescued by a team ( the mere thought! ) after getting tangled up with a nearby gang.

Gale currently resides in Medburn Town, having stopped tending to her father's shop ( she still lives with him, of course - where would she get food and a bedtime story? ) to begin trying to be a proper thief.

Fallout: Orleans

@Letter Bee

Can't atm - will try tomorrow.