POOHEAD189

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

"Sorry, I am late. I had business to attend to. Now, we have a good long march south along the I-75. I hope you all are ready. We will spend a night under the stars and if all goes well we reach the place that is to be our outpost by noon tomorrow." their employer said. Carver didn't blame her. He'd have slept in as well if he could. That was one of the few upsides to this crazy world he unfroze to. No real responsibilities other than surviving.

Unfortunately this time, surviving meant getting up at the crack of dawn. He did it however. Chek was right beside him, never seeming to get tired like always. Carver turned to his two fellows on this expedition, Lewellyn and the eloquent Super Mutant Joshua. They were bantering like always. It did him well to hear the geezer start spewing forth what must have been nonsense to everyone else. Well, it was half nonsense to him as well, but he recalled the names somewhat. Carver smiled to himself from the vague recollections his words brought forth. He'd take any nostalgia he could.

He unholstered his revolver and spun it expertly, clockwise, counter clockwise, sideways, clockwise, and then halted it mid spin to pull back and then release the hammer to its original position. "We ready to head on, or we got something to do here?"

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

-Space Cowboy in progress here-
EDIT: Space Cowboys are stupid. Space Gamblers are so much cooler.

@R31GN

Well I reckon I'll make the space cowboy.

Conspiracy-Closed

Red Strike (Ro'Kun)

Ro'Kun shoved a ton of pizza into his mouth, eating and having fun with Enyo. Damn, she ate almost as much as he did. Must be the reason she was so strong. Her metabolism was like his. Once he was done, he slowly lay back on his bed, and patted his belly. "Aaaah man babe, thanks for ordering all that."
@Wick@Wick

Cold Front

"Get off the plane," Julian gasped. His eyes widened and chest broadened as he repeated in a shout. "Everyone get off the goddamn plane!"

Edward gave a start, eyes opening. Vision blurred from a thin film of moisture over his brown orbs. Before his head had caught up with him, he felt the ache first. The young man hadn't felt such an ache before, even after a double shift at the steel mill. He reached down, a dull pain flooding his arm as he did so. He placed his hand upon his chest and abdomen, and was so very thankful that he couldn't feel anything broken. But why would I...?

Realization dawned on him like the sun's light waking him up in the morning on his off day. It was just as unpleasant of an experience as well. He began to suck in deep breaths, the air around him ice cold and he felt like he was filling his lungs with shards. "Holy sh...I mean...this is a drag."

He realized just how much of an understatement that was after he said it. This can't be real. You're dreaming. You dozed off on the plane and you're dreaming. I know you daydream a lot but this is taking it too far. The chill air felt all too real however, as did his ache. The surrounding plane was too detailed and...fire. "Jesus." he said when he noticed it, trying to unbuckle himself. For a few nerve wracking seconds, he couldn't get it to come off. He nearly tried to rip it free before it whipped across and smacked the passenger next to him. Edward glanced to his side, and he let out a shout when he realized the business man that had sat next to him was now a cold corpse. His unseeing eyes gazed at Edward, hanging limply by a broken neck. "I gotta book it out of here." he breathed, and swallowed.

He was hyperventilating now as he stood up, just after the older black passenger had passed him with the equipment. He needed to grab his medicine. He needed it! He scrambled at the latch of the overhead compartment, not caring anymore for politeness and ripping the small door open. It caused him to lose balance however and he fell backwards, roughly hitting the arm of the chair across from him and having his things spill atop of him. He gathered them all up, placing his inhaler in his pocket as he looked around. The fire felt nice, but he wasn't about to stay. As he followed the man heading to the back of the plane, he suddenly felt a tinge of something in the back of his chest. An inner pain he almost didn't recognize. Regret.

Cold Front

@Lo Pellegrino
Mission report, December 17th, 1944
I'm loving a Samuel L. Jackson addition to the flight

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

I say Hobnob's plan is better.

@rush99999

Hobnob's plan is Kayden's, which is probably a good idea. Cassilda's is as well, however. From what it looks like so far, I will flip a literal coin lol. On the one hand, they'll let the Lord die (but also lose a valuable friend in the city) but get most of the bounties and capture the keep, or Kayden will probably lead the majority of the group to the keep, and a skeleton group of volunteers will probably flank the attacking 30 while they're engaged with the Knights...and get most of the bounties and capture the keep.

The main difference is, do you want a Lord to be friends with you, or do you want the shit he's shipping?

Also, Kayden never said they'd storm the keep. wink wink nudge nudge. Did someone say, secret passage? He never mentioned it IC because not everyone has agreed to be in the team yet. Can't go out handing this info to anyone

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@Austronaut@The Fated Fallen
Cassilda is Queen.
No no, she will BECOME a Queen. Don't ask me how, I don't know yet myself.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

Kayden: So guys, I'mma let you help me decide, what do you think we should do?

His team:

Era of Succession(Closed)

@SigmaNo problem, friend

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

Will have a character finished in a night or two!