Scout

Far From Home [ Scout & Vena Sera ]

Titus mirrored Yato's bow and thanked him. "I hope to hear from you soon, Yato. Should you decide it better not to join me, I will completely understand," He said sincerely. There wasn't a single doubt in his mind that at least one of the three would accept.

Shortly after Yato left to find his friends and assist Cress with that tricky art of walking, a fight broke out somewhere near the square. Titus ran a hand through his hair for a brief moment, sighing, if Nero was in that tussle, he was going to have to do something. Thankfully, upon reaching the scene, he found a 2v2 duel between two new faces, certainly clearers, and two of the partygoers who had clearly imbibed far too much drink. Titus shook his head, what a pain... He was a good head taller than most other players, causing him to stand out in a crowd, but he managed to fit in well. The best part? It made it easy to find Suto and Nero again once he was ready to rejoin them.

He placed a hand on his hilt non-menacingly and strode through the throngs of people after seeing them at one of the nearby food stands. Once he got there, he noticed... quite a seen. Suto, a drunk girl, some flirty brown-haired guy, and an awkwardly silent Nero all sat at a table either eating, drinking, or shouting. Titus pulled up a chair of his own and watched for a moment before cutting in.

"Hey, hey... Calm down," He instructed, "Everybody keep their hands to themselves. Suto, where are you going? You should let the young lady decide how she spends her evening. You wouldn't want me telling Minerva you're not a gentleman, would you?" He asked teasingly, a cheeky grin on his face. He looked at Doku, a little bit of the jovial attitude draining from his face as he addressed the cocky flirt. "And I think that, for now, maybe hitting on a drunk girl isn't in your best interest, hmm? Try again later - your insecurity isn't needed here. Seems like at least three of the four of us at this table don't care for you - don't even know you - and the fourth is drunk. She doesn't get counted."

Yari looked at Titus and nodded, "Yeah, I gesh I am a li'l..." Her brow furrowed, looking at Doku, "Hey! You sheemed nice... B-but... are you trying to dake annanage of me?" Wow, she butchered the word 'advantage' beyond all repair. Who could even decipher that..? "Pig." Odds were, she wouldn't even remember his face or mannerisms the next day.

Titus glanced back to Suto, "Hey, you know that food doesn't really... combat drunkenness here, right..?" Just then, a rather intimidating girl whose appearance screamed warrior stepped into the area holding the hand of a lightly armoured boy and seemed to recognize at least some of the group members. Titus quirked an eyebrow, "Doesn't anybody dress up when they go out anymore..? Like, in clothes?" He asked.

Nero's hands were suddenly thrown up, "Thank you! Somebody gets it..." He muttered, realizing how stupid his outburst must have seemed as he sunk back into his chair with a red face. "What?"

Titus laughed, "Whatever floats your boat I guess... You guys know them?" He asked as they approached.

In the Rough

“Wow, nice place you’ve got here… What’d you spend on it, ten bottlecaps?” The girl asked from her place in the dirt, glancing around to the few tents and poorly thrown-together campsite. A rope held her wrists together against a post and it was already starting to cause a friction burn.

“Shut up, meat,” One of the men spat with a sneer. He had greasy black hair jutting out in all directions and Sienna just had to wonder if he thought he looked handsome or intimidating… He achieved neither.

“You still haven’t told us where we’re even going… What’re you gonna do? Stand there and get pissed at me ‘cause your buddies wanted you guarding us instead of sitting around the fire over there? I’m freezing your balls off out here. Not good stock if we’re dead, are we?” She asked venomously, “We need at least something small – a night in the Wastes’ll kill the fattest pig on the farm if he doesn’t have a blanket,” She explained lackadaisically.

“I said shut up, whore,” The rookie slaver growled, smacking her directly across the face. He turned on all of the others, among them were two men and a redhead who they had found lost in the Wastes just earlier that day, speaking with more entitlement than he had earned, “All you need to know is that you’re property now. All that matters, anyway.”

Sienna stared at the ground to her side for a moment, licking her teeth to ensure she wasn’t bleeding… Nope, she was fine. “And I say think with your brain, and not your dick, asshole.”

The man made no reply, just adjusting his lever-action rifle – the one he took from the newly captured girl. Sienna hadn’t caught her name when she was being added to their ranks, but she didn’t seem to know much about out here, in the Dust Basin. Must’ve spent her whole life in Sydney and this was her first time out. It was her lucky day to be unlucky, the wastelander mused silently. Each of the four “slaves” were tied the same way that Sienna was, to a post driven into the ground. The knots were tight, but the slavers relied on their own competence and an armed guard to keep them in check, as sacrificing the health of your wrist-flesh and fiddling with the rope could loosen it enough to pull it off of the short pole. That was exactly what she was doing every time the guy turned around. Trying to untie it was futile thanks to the angle her hands were at – she didn’t even know what kind of knot it was – but getting it off of the post was still possible.

The shouts of excitement could be heard from behind them as the slavers shared in the revelry of just a few drinks and a bonfire. The guard was carrying Sienna’s holstered pistol and her machete too. That bastard. She had to be thankful, though, that she wouldn’t have to even try fighting all of them to get her equipment back.

She coughed. At first, it seemed innocent enough… then the girl doubled over to her side and began to cough phlegm onto the ground. “Fuck…” She muttered, spitting a couple of times, slumping down against her post and looking to the guard, “It’s so dry out here… The dust’s stuck in my throat…” Her expression had shifted to one of a convincingly non-defiant prisoner, the softness of her green eyes playing quite well to her advantage as she stared at the irritated-yet-interested guard.

“What the fuck do you expect me to do about it?” Her lips moved, but the sound was so faint that even the prisoners beside her couldn’t hear her. The guard stopped in front of her, “Speak up!” Again, they moved, but the sound was caught in the wind and carried away before he could catch it. He put the rifle on his back, rolled his eyes and crouched down, “Wha-” He hadn’t even finished when a boot caught him in the square of his chin and Sienna made one final tug to pull the rope over the post, standing with it.

Her arms were still stuck behind her back, but the other buffoons were still focused on their little pow-wow. The two guys on the posts looked at each other, feeling rather stupid for not having tried to just pull the rope up with themselves. The guard was pulling himself up onto his hands and about to shout when Sienna took a forceful step into the center of his back, pinning diaphragm under his own weight and leaving him speechless as he gasped after air. She had to lower herself and awkwardly pull her machete out of its sheath on his back before driving it into the ground behind her, just beside the slaver. Pulling her foot off of his back, she took a seat on him and, with little finesse, reached back to cut the rope around her hands on the blade of her machete. An audible sigh of relief escaped her as they fell away and she yanked the weapon from the dirt. The guy was gathering enough energy to rise and push her off, just in time to get a boot to the side of his head. The blow knocked him over onto his back and unconscious, a small trickle of blood running down his skull. Sienna spit into the dirt next to his face.

“Just scuffed him with my boot – he’s not dead… I don’t think.” She had to keep her voice low as she crouched down and cut each of the other prisoners free – from the redheaded girl to the man on the far end. Next, she retried her pistol and strapped it to her thigh, nodding to the other girl, “You might wanna take your rifle before somebody else does – you’ll be lucky if you find many rounds on him though.”

“Hey, thanks for he-“ One of the guys started before finding the girl’s hand over his mouth.

“Sh. Get the fuck outta here – if you’re gonna come back to the Wastes, do it with more friends, you jackass. You’re lucky there’re only four of ‘em and not twelve. Slave trade’s on the rise. Now get home,” She ordered, pointing east – toward the Bazaar. “It’s a few miles’ trek to the first gate, but I’m sure you can find your way there. Not like you have any weapons, you’re no good out here anyway.”

The two guys looked at her like ‘what about you two?’ But the daggers in her eyes told them to keep their traps shut. Next, Sienna strapped her machete to her back again, looking to the other girl, “You look like you could use some help finding the way back,” She spoke as quietly as she could. “I know a place we can stay not too far away, c’mon. These guys’ll be following the other two in the morning – we’re going a different direction, it’ll throw ‘em off-scent,” She explained, motioning for a lateral move, rather than heading back toward ‘The Bazaar.’ Really, she didn’t want to keep talking, not when those guys were still pretty close by. The air was starting to bite coldly and finding shelter had to be priority number one. She rubbed her wrists softly, shit... that's gonna itch like fucking nuts.

In the Rough

Sienna

Name: Sienna Maddison Li

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Appearance:
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(Naturally, there is no biomechanical arm. It’s a real arm. Usually I use concept arts to my advantage that way, but it seriously just doesn’t fit, so nix that)

Background: Raised in the Wastelands of Sydney, Sienna’s spent most of her life learning how to cope and survive in the harsh conditions of Post-War Australia. With Slavers running rampant, especially in the oil territories, she’s always tried her best to stay off of the radar. However, Sienna’s an explorer at heart. Her grandparents were, according to her parents, all from one of the Vaults which dot post-war Australia. Since she was young, this small fact has always spurred a curiosity for what was behind the big metal doors in her. Most of them are either opened and/or abandoned by now, but according to some vaguely worded terminal information they’re also harder to find than they were in other countries on account of the harsh climate changes which Australia faced post-war. The dust storms were the worst, kicking up far more often and even now they have a tendency to pop up more than they once did. Sienna spends most of her time at the Opera House Bazaar, close to where she lives in one of Sydney’s “safer” districts. Being the largest settlement in the wasteland meant it was fairly protected, but it also meant that crime had a real habit of popping up. When she’s not networking and drinking her bottlecaps away for a good time, Sienna can’t get enough of the open Wastelands and the curiosity that digs for what this place used to be for the people living in it. She wants to be a Valkyrie, but finding them is hard enough and proving yourself as worth their time is equally as difficult.

Gear: See picture for armour (general scouting gear), a machete which she carries on her back, Plasma Defender

In the Rough

A Fallout roleplay by Scout & Engel.

Digital or Real?

"Pfft, they don't find it that sexy, hm? But that means they still find it... kinda sexy," He retorted teasingly. However, when the request became serious, he had one more intake before finding a can to extinguish and dispose of it. Once everything was fine, he quirked an eyebrow at her, "Gandalf is overrated? Now, you can take away the ciggies, but don't ever talk about the White Wizard that way," His voice was 'seriously joking' tone. He furrowed his brow when she suddenly seemed reluctant to join in on the fun of the pop-up party and he shook his head. "Good, it just means we'll sleep better tonight; get home tired, go to work tomorrow!"

Now he was the one taking her hand and pulling her along. Parties weren't his thing, but ruining them was even less his M.O. "Yeah, movies have never been good to us..." He mused, grinning, "But they always sparked discussion." Even now, he could recall multiple times where they'd started discussing a movie and even if they agreed on something, they wound up using 'outside voices' in their over-excitement. The cinemas' managers didn't so much enjoy having two of the next voices for Mystery Science Theater on the premises, apparently.

The fluctuating techno beat reminded James of the time he spent as an Underclassman. At the time, he used nothing but the new waves of electronic sound and mixing to focus on his studies. Once the workload became too intense, however, it just made his head hurt. "Now, you know I don't dance, but we can still have a good time," he said, hoping she found his enthusiasm as sufficient. Of course, as in the past, she could really make him do anything she wanted him to as long as she asked nicely. "First stop, though, is for actual food. I believe I was promised Korean..?"

Once the food was situated, they'd find a place to sit down and eat amongst the rest of the party, where they'd have a good view of the dance "pit" and, hopefully, anybody who looked a fool for lack of dance ability. People watching was always an excellent pass-time, no matter how old you got, James decided.

Digital or Real?

Double... post..?

Digital or Real?

I will try to post while I'm at work today, if I can. Right now my brain is like "lol #whatsfocus?" so I'm trying to buckle down for it. My eyes and mind are just having a hard time.

Deductive Reasoning

I didn't mean to be cryptic XD but yeah, Vena and I have a tendency to run really far and make "Webby" roleplay worlds with lots of branching plots!

Deductive Reasoning

Lots! Sorry, I'm just Sera-stalking. ^_^

Engel's Interest Check. [FxF.]

Hey, Engel, I noticed the bump and if you're still looking, I wanted to say my PM is a standing offer. I noticed you added some more stuff and would be more than happy to discuss those as well. if you're not at all interested, that's fine, just wanted to let you know.