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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

The Jacks: The Enemy Revealed?

@yoshua171@BCTheEntity@Eklispe@Old Amsterdam@Crusader Lord

The panic quickly escalated as civilians did what they could to escape imaginary dangers, while others assured them that nothing was the matter to begin with. With the knowledge that at the very least the tram bombing was real, no doubt dozens were already dead, and the number was growing. Some, who saw the tram as operating perfectly normally, stepped into the burning wreckage and fell into the electrified tracks, where they were simultaneously shocked and burned to well-toasted corpses. Injuries mounted as people were trampled over, prevented from leaving by security guards who wanted to keep everyone calm while the situation was assessed. Of course the situation would only get worse.

A plane was already on the runway heading toward a gate in the concourse Alloy was stationed in. Wheels had hit the tarmac and now it coasted along, suddenly picking up speed and jerking to the side! Such a violent turn for a vehicle designed to work in the air led to a most unfortunate result. The airliner picked up just enough air to no longer be touching the ground, but twisted to the side just before. Worse, it couldn't clear the building.

SMASH!

Concrete crumbled, glass shards flew like a thousand knives, metal tore apart. The plane, or what was left of it, came to a stop halfway through the wall, but dozens more died in the process. At least, that's what it appeared to be from Alloy's viewpoint. Was it real? One look at the glass shard embedded in her arm said yes. Then, just as suddenly, the plane, the wreckage, the damage, it all vanished in an instant. She saw only people sitting around, waiting for their flight, playing with phones and snoring in their chairs. But the glass was still in her arm. The pain still stung.

Almost immediately after, Chatterbox received another text message, this one from one of his thralls in the control towers. Reports of a crash in concourse A. Pilot called in with distress moments ago, said there was a crashed plane in his way and tried to avoid it.

Meanwhile, Headhunter took to climbing up for a better vantage point. There was really only one option in the situation: up the stairs. A number of airport security came charging out of a security door nearby and he was able to slip in after the past. The only way to get the access he needed was to enter employee only areas. Maintenance tunnels, security hallways, and the likes. Thankfully for him, the personnel were too occupied with the shitstorm raging all over the place to focus on an apparent military officer strolling wherever he liked as though he owned the place.

Now up on a rooftop, Headhunter was able to see the majority of the airport and adjoining airfields. In the direction of concourse A he could see the flashing red and blue lights of emergency services, as well as the rising black smoke of a fire. There was no other immediately recognizable damage in sight, but with the nature of this situation it was hardly surprising. If he weren't careful, he could walk two feet to the left into empty space and suddenly find himself on fire. Wait, what was that?

It appeared as though someone were standing near a window in concourse B, wearing something flashy and gaudy like a cape outfit. He only saw them for a brief second and then they were gone, but he was sure his eyes didn't betray him. Wait, there again! Something green appeared for about two seconds a few feet from where it was before, then vanished again.

As Headhunter laid eyes on what could possibly be the target, Chatterbox was receiving multiple communications from those in his "employ." The thinkers that his thralls had enthralled reported that their powers were only giving them static now, no longer working. Meanwhile the ones he had ordered to explore the outer edges of the area were beginning to report. It seemed fuzzy, since the very nature of the effect was inconsistent, but what he could determine for absolute certainty was that all the concourses, everywhere in the airport proper, was covered by the effect, as well as a decent distance into the airfields, most likely about a mile or so into it.

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Courier 6

Level 2 - (2/20) EXP
Location: 1-1, Lower Canyon
Word Count: 987

Laughter echoed through the canyon, a joyful, gleeful mocking laughter. Or maybe it only felt that way to the Courier himself due to circumstances preventing him from catching sight of his target. The infernal bomb lobber, or lobbers as it was looking to be, knew well enough to stay out of sight. Bombs required minimal aiming with their area effect, making the canyon outcroppings perfect for those little assholes.

Grumbling in (temporary) defeat, 6 took to paying more attention to the immediate surroundings rather than the higher ground. He felt no surprise that the rest of the creature army went into full retreat (so he knew they at least had no relation to the ghouls of his own world, who would attack ceaselessly with zero regard for their own well being), and even less surprise that Death had chased them deep into the inclining path. The scythe-wielding warrior soon vanished from the Courier’s viewpoint thanks to his own great speed and agility, but the Mojave mailman could still make out a few corpses left behind.

Suddenly a new explosion rocked the ground from nearby, not close enough to harm him directly, but close enough to pelt him with small rubble from the debris. ”Ow ow ow ow ow!” he shot off in rapid succession, recoiling somewhat before realizing something. ”Wait, that didn’t hurt at all. Huh.” Still high on jet, he failed to make the obvious connection, or what would have been obvious under normal circumstances: that his NEMEAN sub-dermal armor had come back online.

Shaking off the non-revelation, Courier 6 grit his teeth and charged forward, spurred on by the continued growing explosions nearby. Every couple seconds he would activate his V.A.T.S., not to take aim or queue up shots, but to scout for more of those bloody mines from above. Thankful that the jet gave him more stamina to work with, avoiding the things had become child’s play. He’d just activate his system for what would be about a third of a second in real world time, scan the path ahead, deactivate, and adjust his trajectory accordingly. Being the team player that he was (sometimes) he even called out the mines to Zer0, just in case the invisible assassin was behind him or otherwise not perceptive enough to spot the individual explosives.

”Mine there!” he shouted, pointing with his left index finger. ”And there, by the black rock!” he continued, zigging and zagging his run. Eventually he came upon the crowd of goblins and bokoblins running from the friendly fire of the explosive-users, and thankfully the fleeing monsters had no eyes in the backs of their heads.Yuck, could you imagine? 6 could imagine. Mutations were weird. At this point, it was only a matter of staying just far enough away that none of them noticed he was behind them while the set off all the traps. Any traps they didn’t set off he could still locate using his V.A.T.S. perception technique (should he trademark that one? Yeah, definitely). As much as he wanted to finish the lot of them off, they could still easily swarm him, break through his sub-dermal armor, and kill him with sheer numbers. Death hadn’t thinned out the crowd that muc-hey wait, where the fuck was Death?!

”Death you fucking asshole, where’d you run off to?! If you ran away I’ll shove a Nuka-Cola Quantum so far up your ass your vomit will glow in the dark!” Oh wait, maybe yelling just behind the thicket of monsters in tight quarters with bombs raining from above wasn’t the best idea. Realization dawned on the Courier only a second after he made the mistake. ”Aw shit.” Well in his defense he had just taken a heavy hit of jet. That excused him, right? … Right?

As a number of the goblinoid creatures took notice and turned to see the Courier mere feet away, he grit his teeth in determination. Two run for him with reckless abandon, forcing him to bring up his Ratslayer rifle. Bang! Bang! Two shots, two heads that exploded violently. Damn, it always felt like this thing was either weak, or caused way more damage than it had any right to do. Well seeing two of their kind get brained did nothing to dissuade more from coming in, though thankfully a great many still valued their lives over the possibility of violent explosion. The Courier saw his chance, and he took it.

In a crazy, dangerous, and hopefully totally awesome stunt, he charged forward at the goblinoids, rifle up. The ones that came for him he sidestepped, ducked by, and rolled passed, butting them with his Ratslayer as he went by. One was beaned in the face and disoriented, another hit in the knee and toppled over. Then he made it into the thicket of creatures still running away and they took immediate notice. For such simple-minded monsters, their ability to multi-task running and clawing at the human was something to be admired. More he dodged, more he slammed the butt of his rifle against, more he charged forward, hoping to get ahead of the group entirely and escape the canyon incline. Yet the Courier was not as fast or as agile as Death was, and avoiding every attack was impossible.

A spear jabbed into his side. A claw raked against his back. A jagged-not-quite-sword tore into his arm. His duster was, thankfully, more durable and protective than it looked, and his newly reactivated armor implant most definitely helped in the situation, but could he survive to the end? Could he find the assholes lobbing bombs and put them down as promised? That was the only thought on his mind: killing those jerks for their cheating ways.

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<Snipped quote by Ninja>

While to me personally this character seems less interesting and to have less personality than Death, it's your decision to make. If you proceed, go ahead and put it into the Characters tab. It looks like you already reset your progression, so no need to remind you. There will be a chance to recruit this droid once other characters reach the Scrapyard.

<Snipped quote by Delta44>

You're by no means obligated to, but I figured that Minako might have poignant thoughts about what the Master of Masters said about seeing her friends in the future, or about his explanation of all the various things in general, or the various characters that approached.

As a humorous side note, people are really taking it in stride that the Master of Master's eye is not only out of his head but also able to relay anything it ever sees to him.

@Lugubrious

I have no opinions seeing as I’m not a fan of Kingdom Hearts and this no nothing about it. If this situation is in some way unusual, I’d have no idea.

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Once Linkle has her cuccos, it’s game over man. The only defense against them is to ride Epona, and they’re unkillable. Game over man, GAME OVER!

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Probably goes without saying, but the reason I haven’t posted in a few days is because of all the Christmas events going on and family time. I know it’s not a problem but I still wanted to inform everyone.

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@Stekkmen The centurion only now notices guns from Michael’s performance, when previously the Courier shot 4 bullets near Bowser to kill a “deathclaw” and then rubbed the centurion’s face in it? How’d he miss that before?

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Courier 6

Level 2 - (0/20) EXP
Location: 1-1, Lower Canyon
Word Count: 505

Seeing the kobolds fleeing in terror filled the Courier with vindication for his chosen course of action. He was positively elated, riding on top of the world! Or maybe that was just the jet, it was hard to tell. Stuff did get you high as a kite, that’s for sure. Still, a third of the forces saw fit to prioritize their own lives than to kill a few intruders, and that was a win in his book! That just left the goblins and the bokoblins, far more vicious in their behavior, and far more determined. Or maybe just more stupid. Regardless, the outcome would be the same.

Courier 6 took advantage of the momentary lull to reload his weapons, slotting a few extra rounds in the chamber of his magnum and forcing a few extra shells in his shotgun. In the middle of a live firefight, especially one involving melee attackers, you never knew when you’d get another chance. Better to do so now than to risk being just 1 shot too shy and getting an ax to the face for your troubles instead. Once that was done, the Courier made a spectacle of himself by taking the high ground atop the large rock he had dislodged from the canyon wall, yelling all the way. ”YEEEEEEEEEEEAH!”

Bang! Bang! With the remaining melee attackers focused on swarming Death, the Courier was left to freely engage the ones who were throwing spears on the ground. From what he could tell, Zer0 had zeroed in (heheh, he’d have to tell the assassin that pun later) on the enemies higher up.Thus he opened up by planting some magnum rounds into a few of the far-off spear-throwers. He intended to charge in head first and engage the ranged fighters with his shotgun, blowing them away with superior firepower, though he never made it that far.

Beep. Beep. Beee-

”OHSHITIT’SAMINEDIVEDIVEDIVE!” And dive he did, comically stumbling over the lip of his big rock (trademark) and nearly faceplanting on the opposite side. His PTSD had most certainly been triggered from… Various unfortunate situations back in the Mojave. There were an absolutely absurd number of explosions in the desert. Like, a weird amount.

Grumbling, the Courier rose to his feet, holstering his guns and picking up his dislodged hat before returning it to his head. ”A’right, where’s the fucker that threw a mine at me?” he muttered, pulling out his Ratslayer. It had to have come from up above, so up above is where he scanned around, first with the naked eye and then with the impressive scope on his rifle. "Zer0, can you cover me while I look for that bomb-lobbin’ asshole?” he called back over his shoulder.

Just as the ringing in his ears subsided, the Courier heard a new song pop on the radio. Damn, never liked this one. Hit too close to home.

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Thank you @Lmpkio for reiterating my options without giving a preference. Very helpful. You're the best. :P

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Next post I get a level-up, and I'm caught between a few options, so I want to take a quick poll here. What do you all think I should add to the Courier?

-Sub-Dermal Armor: Flexible metal plating under the skin that greatly increases durability.
-PHOENIX Monocyte Breeder: Implant that stimulates healing. Not that useful in combat as it isn't like a full on regeneration power, but in 24 hours can heal back to full health from virtually any injury.
-Melee Skill: Remember his old skills in how to hit stuff good!

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Courier 6

Level 1 - (9/10) EXP
Location: 1-1, Lower Canyon
Word Count: 1821
Ambient Music

As the Courier descended down his chosen pathway, he couldn’t help but notice that another was following not too far behind. Someone had taken up his invitation to clear out the most dangerous area. To his muted surprise, it was the bizarre and mysterious Zer0, who previously had paid him no mind. Well, if this sword wielding weird-talking… Person? Wanted to tag along, the Courier was all too happy to have a pardner. It reminded him of the good ol’ days, blazin’ the trails of the Mojave with a posse of friends at his side. Wistfully, memory drifted back to those he was happy to join him in his mission to track down the guy who shot him in the head and return the favor.

Cass was the most like him. Fiery temper to match her fiery hair. Caravan owner, so she knew the trails as well as he did. Hard drinker. Hard partier. One hell of a mean right hook. Once he made the mistake of taking her whiskey when he thought she wasn’t looking. Never made that mistake again.

Boone was as good a pardner as you could ever ask for. If you needed someone to have your back, Boone was there before you even brought up the notion. Too bad about his wife. The sullen bastard wasn’t exactly a great conversationalist either. 6 was happy when he managed to talk Boone out of his insane deathwish. It wasn’t like they never fought, though. Damn Boone was always stealing his kills! Too good a sniper.

Veronica was probably the most unusual companion 6 ever found. Damn, that was saying something! A member of the Brotherhood of Steel that wanted to help people? To share their technology? 6 always figured he’d sooner meet a deathclaw that wanted to give out hugs and cookies. Plus, she was a bundle of sunshine and joy in a bleak death-filled world. Did she ever find a good girlfriend?

Raul. Man, what could you say about that old cuss? Not many ghouls around who were alive before the war, and then there was Raul in all his Mexican glory. Bastard always talked to 6 like he was an idiot, practically oozing with sarcasm. But it was never with bad intention. Raul was a lot like a father to the group. Well, maybe a grandfather. The cool grandfather who didn’t give any fucks anymore. Yeah, that was Raul.

Then there was Arcade. The Courier had to admit, it wasn’t easy to convince Arcade to come along. While Boone said very little but made every word meaningful, Arcade spoke a lot while saying absolutely nothing. 6 couldn’t blame the guy. It was natural to try to avoid talking about himself when he came from the Enclave. Most folks, they wouldn’t take too kindly to that… Yet still Arcade was the most giving, altruistic man 6 had met. Kept him patched up whenever the Courier got in over his head, too.

Lily, there was a sad one. Old super mutant, driven crazy and senile from too much use of stealth boys. 6 never did have the heart to tell her that he wasn’t actually her grandson. Right up until the very end… Poor Lily.

Rex, there was a good boy if there ever was one. 6 had met many dogs in his travels, but Rex was his very first cyberdog. Old World technology was pretty amazing, keeping a police dog alive for over two-hundred years like that. It was heartbreaking when he left Rex back at the Big Empty to live a new life with his puppies.

ED-E, there was a story. Too much story, in fact. The growing canyon walls brought that adorable little robot to mind more than any other of his old travelling pardners, thanks in no big part to the Lonesome Road. ED-E was his only companion through it all. Dammit, no robot would ever make him feel as much as ED-E did.

So the question arose from the depths of the Courier’s mind, if he was to be traveling with these people now, would they be anything like his old posse? Would Zer0 remind him of Boone, or ED-E, or Lily? No, not very likely. All his companions before were so vastly different from one another, and so was this… Guy? This was likely the birth of an entirely new dynamic. The Courier welcomed it. Since liberating Vegas, things had grown too lonely again. Everyone parted ways to do their own thing and he was left wandering the dusty trails again… Alone.

A loud sound jerked the Courier out of his own mind and back into reality. A large boulder had rolled down from behind, coming to a stop and blocking off the duo’s entry. Ambush! Immediately afterward a plethora of unfamiliar, alien creatures emerged in droves to attack with crude weapons. The whole scene, the whole situation, reminded him of the Marked Men in the Divide. He;d show them exactly what he showed the Marked Men: never fuck with a Wasteland mailman!

There was just one itsy bitsy little problem. 6 could feel how weak he was, still drained from his control of that shining torchlight in the sky. The only skills he could properly process that were helpful in the situation were his guns! Not only that, all his cybernetic implants were still offline, so those weren’t going to be of any help. Damn. Well, it’d have to be enough. He made due with less before.

”I reckon it’s time to start killin’ things. Just gotta set the mood!” As the horde approached, the Courier casually lifted up his Pip-Boy and twisted a knob, activating the radio setting and turning it to a familiar station. To his genuine surprise, music began to blare. ”Is Radio New Vegas in range? Huh.”

Shrugging off the massive coincidence, the Courier held up his shotgun, ready to pepper into the incoming crowd, only to be surprised as Death rushed past him, dual scythes in hand, and began to carve a bloody swathe into the crowd of green creatures. ”Awright! We got ourselves a good ol’ posse going on here! YEEHAW!” 6 charged forward, blasting with his shotgun to the stragglers around Death. BOOM! BOOM! Two shots of eight used, and two of the goblins fell from being peppered in the gut, a few more nearby bloodied from the stray pellets.

“GRAAAAK!” A particularly large kobold charged the Courier with a crude spear. 6 narrowly dodged to the side, the spear tearing into the coattail of his duster. With his off hand, the Wastelander brought up his magnum to the kobold’s face, mere inches away, and pulled the trigger. Bits and skull and brain matter splattered back, marking another goblin-like creature attacking with knives. Not bothering to mourn its fellow, it charged in to stab the Courier, who backpeddled quick as he could to avoid the blade.
”I got spurrrrs that jingle jangle jingle!” he sang with each step. BANG! His magnum fired into the bokoblin’s face, punctuated by the song’s backup singers. ”As I go ridin’ merrily aloooong!” BOOM! Another shotgun blast fired off, this one barely aimed at any particular monstrous humanoid, and more of a general crowd control shot. Pellets peppered into the swarming monsters as they advanced on him. None of them dropped, but a large number of them received injuries and drew their attention away from Death, and onto the Courier.

”Uh-oh,” he muttered. ”Might’ve gotten a bit carried aw-OW! JESUS FUCK!” A spear, thrown from one of the goblins high up, had caught 6 unawares, slicing into his left shoulder. The creature’s aim was off, but it was a deep enough wound that he couldn’t reliably use that arm to shoot. At least, not without a little extra focus.

V.A.T.S. activated.

Time slowed to a crawl, the marching horde becoming more akin to an army of snails. Even the flurry that was Death moved at a rate only barely noticeable. The Courier focused his attention on the goblin that had speared him. It was unarmed now, no longer a threat until it got another spear. The more pressing concern was the incoming horde. How many shots could he queue up? Five shells left in his shotgun, four in his magnum, but only enough focus to get off three or four, then he’d need to take cover and catch his breath. That’d be no good.

Refocusing, the Courier took note of the upper canyon walls. The creatures had to move that boulder behind them somehow, meaning there was likely more loose boulders. There, a large slab in the wall near some spear chuckers, cracked. Shotgun chance to hit, 92%. Practically guaranteed, but the pellets would be too spread out, not effective. Magnum chance to hit. 49%. Practically a coin toss, but all the force would be in one spot. The Courier queued up 4 shots.

BANG! BANG! BANG! The first struck true, deepening the cracks.The second struck a bit off the side, while the third hit a goblin in the arm instead of the intended target. Well, at least he wouldn’t be throwing spears anymore. BANG! The final bullet hit its target. The Courier’s perceptions slowed down, catching time with the rest of the world around him. Adrenaline pumped through his heart at an alarming rate, his limbs ached and his breath was short. He didn’t even notice how the crack spread wider and wider… But the rock refused to fall.

“GRAKHAK!” A bokoblin up above laughed at the Courier, amused at his apparent failure to hit any of them. The creature armed itself with a spear, took a step forward, and… Its newly added weight was enough. “AAAAACK?!” Stone crumbled, rock split, and a small piece of the canyon wall fell with a mighty BOOM! Nearly a dozen kobolds, goblins, and bokoblins were crushed by falling debris. Others went tumbling aside, or fell over from the shaking ground. The Courier, praising his luck, ducked behind his new cover and fumbled with an inhaler from his pack.

The chemical inside filled his lungs, creating an instant effect. The Courier’s heart eased up, he gained control over his limbs once again, and his pupils shrank down to small pinpricks as the high hit him. Jet was one hell of a drug. After a few seconds, he jumped back out, ready to continue the fight.

”YEEHAW!” he shouted, no longer feeling the pain in his arm, at least for now. ”Though I may have done some foolin’, this is why I never fell!” he sang, in tune with the music.