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Sorry about my absence, Hrm, some school stuff and RL Distractions got in my vvay for a bit.
[Pardon the 'demon control' going on =3 I had some ideas for his 'encounter' stage, and I figured I'd roll with it and just change it if any objections come up.]
Kenneth's Recent courses of action could be summed up as keeping low, crouch sprinting from one form of cover to the next, browsing the immediate area, then repeating... It was a decidedly boring morning so far, not that anyone with a brain would complain about that, and a moment later he mumbled out a thought aloud "Afterall, the stench is a lot more complaint worthy than being bored and alive... Seriously, do they have to 'stink' so bad?" He realized the hint he'd just told himself a moment later and shut up to pay sharper attention, ducking tighter into the shadow of the Van by which he was hidden, 'thinking' to himself this time 'god DAMNIT!, Every single time I stop paying attention! EVERYTIME!' He quietly slung the Barret over his back, Readying the Anaconda instead... A high powered pistol would be much more preferable if one of the beasties jumped out closer by.
Sure enough a moment later he heard the sound of something scuffing across cement... somewhere, it wasn't especially close by, else it would certainly have heard his mumbling already... another sound, and a couple more from somewhere else, but still nothing visible, he began to tighten up and steel himself for some shooting incase something was trying to sneak up... CLANK!
All at once the Van against his back shook violently for just an instant as something landed ontop of it, prompting him to quickly twist a bit and hold the Revolver along side his chest, aiming up, in preparation... a few seconds later it peeked over the edge, causing him to tense up even hard and finger the trigger, sniffing and snarling, expectably twisted visage ready to rip something to shreds but... It behaved confused instead of hostile 'Okay, that hasn't happened before... how can't it see me? why can't it 'smell' me? It's 'never' that easy to avoid them, Seriously, I have to sleep on a roof to avoid being snuck up on... you're kidding?'
Kenneth stared dumb-founded as the demon just pulled back and the Van jostled again from it leaping off onto the road to continue scuffling about and searching for prey... Several more seemingly joining it and scanning the area... Then he noticed something odd, it kindof resembled a gooey black tendril out of the corner of his vision, quickly dismissed as stress messing with his vision, then it was spotted again, then several more, then something a lot more 'noticeable' than that as similar tendril-esque effects could be seen around the edges of the Van's shadow that he was hidden in, and a look down revealed that something similar seemed to be allover his body, and quite expectably he began to teeter on the edge of freaking the hell out!
Only for something to both save and horrify him at the same time... Somehow the demon's, late though it was, got ahold of his scent and began to turn, still seemingly confused, until they saw what appeared to be a human wrapped in gooey black stuff... Instantly a furious screech rang out and he reacted as any rational human being should.
Kenneth screamed "FUCK ME RUNNING!" and leapt from his shady cover, interestingly enough noticing that the creepy effect on his body seemed to melt off in the sun-light as soon as it hit him, and Let loose a Trio of shots at the demons while simultaneously whirling around to sprint past the van and straight to the nearest alley-way. He actually worked on demonstrating good mufti-tasking ability by using the very short moment of safety to fish out the 3 spent shells from his Revolver and try to replace them while Running full-tilt into the Dark alley, noting similarly that once out of the sun the creepy tendrily stuff reappeared, now paired with a weird tingling feel allover his skin.
Kenneth's Recent courses of action could be summed up as keeping low, crouch sprinting from one form of cover to the next, browsing the immediate area, then repeating... It was a decidedly boring morning so far, not that anyone with a brain would complain about that, and a moment later he mumbled out a thought aloud "Afterall, the stench is a lot more complaint worthy than being bored and alive... Seriously, do they have to 'stink' so bad?" He realized the hint he'd just told himself a moment later and shut up to pay sharper attention, ducking tighter into the shadow of the Van by which he was hidden, 'thinking' to himself this time 'god DAMNIT!, Every single time I stop paying attention! EVERYTIME!' He quietly slung the Barret over his back, Readying the Anaconda instead... A high powered pistol would be much more preferable if one of the beasties jumped out closer by.
Sure enough a moment later he heard the sound of something scuffing across cement... somewhere, it wasn't especially close by, else it would certainly have heard his mumbling already... another sound, and a couple more from somewhere else, but still nothing visible, he began to tighten up and steel himself for some shooting incase something was trying to sneak up... CLANK!
All at once the Van against his back shook violently for just an instant as something landed ontop of it, prompting him to quickly twist a bit and hold the Revolver along side his chest, aiming up, in preparation... a few seconds later it peeked over the edge, causing him to tense up even hard and finger the trigger, sniffing and snarling, expectably twisted visage ready to rip something to shreds but... It behaved confused instead of hostile 'Okay, that hasn't happened before... how can't it see me? why can't it 'smell' me? It's 'never' that easy to avoid them, Seriously, I have to sleep on a roof to avoid being snuck up on... you're kidding?'
Kenneth stared dumb-founded as the demon just pulled back and the Van jostled again from it leaping off onto the road to continue scuffling about and searching for prey... Several more seemingly joining it and scanning the area... Then he noticed something odd, it kindof resembled a gooey black tendril out of the corner of his vision, quickly dismissed as stress messing with his vision, then it was spotted again, then several more, then something a lot more 'noticeable' than that as similar tendril-esque effects could be seen around the edges of the Van's shadow that he was hidden in, and a look down revealed that something similar seemed to be allover his body, and quite expectably he began to teeter on the edge of freaking the hell out!
Only for something to both save and horrify him at the same time... Somehow the demon's, late though it was, got ahold of his scent and began to turn, still seemingly confused, until they saw what appeared to be a human wrapped in gooey black stuff... Instantly a furious screech rang out and he reacted as any rational human being should.
Kenneth screamed "FUCK ME RUNNING!" and leapt from his shady cover, interestingly enough noticing that the creepy effect on his body seemed to melt off in the sun-light as soon as it hit him, and Let loose a Trio of shots at the demons while simultaneously whirling around to sprint past the van and straight to the nearest alley-way. He actually worked on demonstrating good mufti-tasking ability by using the very short moment of safety to fish out the 3 spent shells from his Revolver and try to replace them while Running full-tilt into the Dark alley, noting similarly that once out of the sun the creepy tendrily stuff reappeared, now paired with a weird tingling feel allover his skin.
Symphony actually ended up letting out another little squeek when he was lifted up from his seat, slowly listing into a barely audible high pitched snoring rythym, only giving occasional movement with little flutters of his wings, or his ears twitching to the conversation going on between those who were carrying him, though otherwise he proved to be a fairly calm 'sleep drunk'.
Just as they neared the stairs though he kindof instinctively wrapped a wing around either one of their backs and mumbled something in a quiet squeekie voice, it carried oddly well despite the noise of the bar, though still managed to be unintelligible to a normal pony... Then quite suddenly he leaned his muzzle up and to the side towards Sound while still mostly unconcious, and quickly smooched him on the cheek before mumbling out "Mmmrrllfff... what a sweetie..." Then went more or less properly limp again.
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Breaker on the other hoof, laughed boisterously at the goings on, Taking his mug back up and guzzling the rest of his drink in one more gulp, then reached up with his other hoof to adjust the Stetson... which looked rather odd ontop of both a Metal helmet and a cloak together... Though he started on his way around some of the tables closer to Thunder "Hahah, Careful Little guy, My ass might be too heavy for you to take being covered by it, HAH!." while in the midst of talking to Thunder, he also made a point to observe the rest of the bar, maybe, or maybe not, noticing certain things taking place that other's would prefer not be noticed.
Just as they neared the stairs though he kindof instinctively wrapped a wing around either one of their backs and mumbled something in a quiet squeekie voice, it carried oddly well despite the noise of the bar, though still managed to be unintelligible to a normal pony... Then quite suddenly he leaned his muzzle up and to the side towards Sound while still mostly unconcious, and quickly smooched him on the cheek before mumbling out "Mmmrrllfff... what a sweetie..." Then went more or less properly limp again.
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Breaker on the other hoof, laughed boisterously at the goings on, Taking his mug back up and guzzling the rest of his drink in one more gulp, then reached up with his other hoof to adjust the Stetson... which looked rather odd ontop of both a Metal helmet and a cloak together... Though he started on his way around some of the tables closer to Thunder "Hahah, Careful Little guy, My ass might be too heavy for you to take being covered by it, HAH!." while in the midst of talking to Thunder, he also made a point to observe the rest of the bar, maybe, or maybe not, noticing certain things taking place that other's would prefer not be noticed.
The Pair of Business ponies, once having taken everypony else's little 'sign ups', and gotten the over-all plan organized, stood up slightly, one giving a short whistle while the other one talked "Alright Everypony! we've got a good plenty of Escorts along now, there's a couple more than signed up yesterday or are watching the caravan right now, you'll meet them in the morning, just a couple of things to mention before we go off to finish setting everything up."
The other one chimed in there suddenly "The 'pay' for this job depends on how far you go, and of course increases compensatorially depending on the kinds of trouble we run into, we try to avoid it of course, but this is a big caravan, naturally pay for a bunch of raiders is nothing compared to, saaay, managing to slay one of those Alicorn monsters, good luck with that though... hrm!"
"But yes, we have 2 stops still intended for this Region, the first obviously being Ten-pony tower, being still in the same city... we won't be going inside as a group of course... Ever the uppity prissies, we'll need you all to guard the caravan with 'real' ammo anyway, that rubber bullet shit of theirs is just insulting."
"If you intend to depart there, you're free to go, the pay will likely be small then, though we'll also pick up a couple of extra guards waiting there for us to pass by."
"The next Stage is west junction, or rather, Junction w-2 to be specific, farther into western Equestria. It's quite a distance overall, though there will be a couple of times we'll stop to make camp along the way that will be fairly near to other settlements... It is recommended to stay with the Caravan, but you 'are' free to visit these places, any issues brought about are 'your' problem though, unless those problems come to you while you are staying with the caravan."
"Beyond that, it's a couple day trek to the Hoofington area, It's a notoriously dangerous place, so if you want to avoid it, you'd best stay in west junction when we leave... Once we reach the north eastern border settlement around Hoofington though, we'll be taking a break to plan the next route, do heavy trading, and so on... Keep in mind though, if you see a member of the Reapers there, and you will know them if you see them, Do 'not' cause trouble... Remarkably enough they are Raider's with brains, and enough skill to make other gangs afraid to fuck with them... we are not responsible if you get yourself killed for picking a fight."
"Now then, after we organize in the morning, a 'mall' forward payment of 100 caps will be supplied, you can use this to get ammo, food, medical supplies, or just keep it if you want."
"Each of our stops on the way will bring a payment with it, incase you decide to leave at that point... Keep in mind of course, as a guard, if you puss out and Hide like a scared little foal instead of helping defend the caravan during an incident, you're pay will be reduced and given to those who 'did' fight."
"we're not blind however, if it just happens to be a small conflict and there was just no time to participate, we'll understand."
"That said, we shall take our leave to handle other business, Recruitment is officially closed now, we have everypony recorded and you'll be expected around 10am... consider it a courtesy period incase you have a hangover... and one last thing."
Both of them Called out together "A ROUND OF BOOZE FOR EVERYONE!" creating racous Cheers while one tossed a small Bit Bag to the bartender, packed to it's limits, and then they both bolted out, followed by the 4 more 'standard' looking guards.
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Breaker pretty quietly stayed right where he was, ignoring the pile of splinters under his ass, it didn't seem any got through his armor, so it didn't matter... though he most certainly ordered a Fat Mug of Hard Cider in tandem with the Business pony's Announcement of a free round for all, and passed the time observing the adorable little pair that seemed like lover-birds in the making.
good thing the conversation wasn't exceeding private, or he might feel awkward listening in and even commenting, though he did delay that a bit when his mug arrived, taking big viking like gulp out of it before slamming it back down with a pleasant sigh, and chiming in suddenly "Heheh, hey, if you need some cover, you can always duck behind 'me' HAHAHAH! You can just call me Mr. Meat Shield... I get the feeling the funny unicorn over there with the guitar is going to do that anyway."
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Symphony of course, spent the whole explanation draining the Free bottle he'd covertly extorted the bartender out of, Leaving an empty one laid out on the table moments later... then did the most un-gentlemanly thing he'd done since he got in there... Unleashed an echoing Thunderous Belch the likes of which should make any earth pony proud! though with his fancy unique voice stuff, it actually bowled over a couple of the tipsier drunks at their tables, and after a long inhale and a sigh he called out "EXCUSE ME!!" before breaking down into giggles and leaning his chair back against the wall... he quite suddenly put off the appearance of being a light-weight in the booze department.
The even weirder moment though, came when seconds later he calmed and quieted down, straightening back up and leaning across his table to chime on the conversation taking place between Sound and Spark... probably those freaky bat pony ears that let him hear what was going on "You know what's more worrisome in the wasteland? the things that 'don't' crawl out of the darkness, that wait for you to come to 'them' so they can come at you when you're at your most vulnerable... oh sure, there's critters 'literally' hiding the darkness, feral ghouls, blood wings, oozes, but the truly terrifying things... are the ones that toy with you, try to mess with your mind and drive you madness, corruption, or just torment, the ones that try to pull the darkness within us all out to the surface... The second greatest weapon you can have against them is courage and willpower... The 'greatest' weapon though, is friends, others that will pull you're ass out of the fire and make sure those nasty little things don't drag you down with them."
After this un-invited 'speech' he returned to his previous cup of wild pegasus and downed what was left of it from earlier, produced a slight cough instead of a noisy belch, then hopped right back into yammering "You've also got to keep an open mind, see the good that might not be so out in the open... Take the Reapers for instance, yeah, the badasses the 'bosses' Mentioned not to fuck with in hoofington, there's one in town by the way, moving on. They are classified as a Raider gang, they are violent, rude, debaucherous, and will probably still kill you for looking at them cross-ways... But, they keep the peace around hoofington, amazingly enough... They are known for being the biggest baddest bastards in the western wasteland, but also for still qualifying as being 'barely sane', don't fuck with em, and the other gangs will generally not cause trouble... Seriously, they even trade and have treaties with several of the local factions... That's not to say their 'good ponies', but they're are a prime example of about the most 'good' you'll find in a gang of Raiders... lesser of several evils and all that, that and noponies been badass enough to replace them with someone nicer yet...
Oh fuck I'm drunk, I never ramble like this unless I'm drunk or lecturing and I can't be lecturing about this, I just butted into the conversation totally uninvited, that's not a lecture... I should shut up now..." He proceeded to plop his muzzle chin first flat on the table and let out a strangely adorable drawn out squeaking sound.
The other one chimed in there suddenly "The 'pay' for this job depends on how far you go, and of course increases compensatorially depending on the kinds of trouble we run into, we try to avoid it of course, but this is a big caravan, naturally pay for a bunch of raiders is nothing compared to, saaay, managing to slay one of those Alicorn monsters, good luck with that though... hrm!"
"But yes, we have 2 stops still intended for this Region, the first obviously being Ten-pony tower, being still in the same city... we won't be going inside as a group of course... Ever the uppity prissies, we'll need you all to guard the caravan with 'real' ammo anyway, that rubber bullet shit of theirs is just insulting."
"If you intend to depart there, you're free to go, the pay will likely be small then, though we'll also pick up a couple of extra guards waiting there for us to pass by."
"The next Stage is west junction, or rather, Junction w-2 to be specific, farther into western Equestria. It's quite a distance overall, though there will be a couple of times we'll stop to make camp along the way that will be fairly near to other settlements... It is recommended to stay with the Caravan, but you 'are' free to visit these places, any issues brought about are 'your' problem though, unless those problems come to you while you are staying with the caravan."
"Beyond that, it's a couple day trek to the Hoofington area, It's a notoriously dangerous place, so if you want to avoid it, you'd best stay in west junction when we leave... Once we reach the north eastern border settlement around Hoofington though, we'll be taking a break to plan the next route, do heavy trading, and so on... Keep in mind though, if you see a member of the Reapers there, and you will know them if you see them, Do 'not' cause trouble... Remarkably enough they are Raider's with brains, and enough skill to make other gangs afraid to fuck with them... we are not responsible if you get yourself killed for picking a fight."
"Now then, after we organize in the morning, a 'mall' forward payment of 100 caps will be supplied, you can use this to get ammo, food, medical supplies, or just keep it if you want."
"Each of our stops on the way will bring a payment with it, incase you decide to leave at that point... Keep in mind of course, as a guard, if you puss out and Hide like a scared little foal instead of helping defend the caravan during an incident, you're pay will be reduced and given to those who 'did' fight."
"we're not blind however, if it just happens to be a small conflict and there was just no time to participate, we'll understand."
"That said, we shall take our leave to handle other business, Recruitment is officially closed now, we have everypony recorded and you'll be expected around 10am... consider it a courtesy period incase you have a hangover... and one last thing."
Both of them Called out together "A ROUND OF BOOZE FOR EVERYONE!" creating racous Cheers while one tossed a small Bit Bag to the bartender, packed to it's limits, and then they both bolted out, followed by the 4 more 'standard' looking guards.
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Breaker pretty quietly stayed right where he was, ignoring the pile of splinters under his ass, it didn't seem any got through his armor, so it didn't matter... though he most certainly ordered a Fat Mug of Hard Cider in tandem with the Business pony's Announcement of a free round for all, and passed the time observing the adorable little pair that seemed like lover-birds in the making.
good thing the conversation wasn't exceeding private, or he might feel awkward listening in and even commenting, though he did delay that a bit when his mug arrived, taking big viking like gulp out of it before slamming it back down with a pleasant sigh, and chiming in suddenly "Heheh, hey, if you need some cover, you can always duck behind 'me' HAHAHAH! You can just call me Mr. Meat Shield... I get the feeling the funny unicorn over there with the guitar is going to do that anyway."
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Symphony of course, spent the whole explanation draining the Free bottle he'd covertly extorted the bartender out of, Leaving an empty one laid out on the table moments later... then did the most un-gentlemanly thing he'd done since he got in there... Unleashed an echoing Thunderous Belch the likes of which should make any earth pony proud! though with his fancy unique voice stuff, it actually bowled over a couple of the tipsier drunks at their tables, and after a long inhale and a sigh he called out "EXCUSE ME!!" before breaking down into giggles and leaning his chair back against the wall... he quite suddenly put off the appearance of being a light-weight in the booze department.
The even weirder moment though, came when seconds later he calmed and quieted down, straightening back up and leaning across his table to chime on the conversation taking place between Sound and Spark... probably those freaky bat pony ears that let him hear what was going on "You know what's more worrisome in the wasteland? the things that 'don't' crawl out of the darkness, that wait for you to come to 'them' so they can come at you when you're at your most vulnerable... oh sure, there's critters 'literally' hiding the darkness, feral ghouls, blood wings, oozes, but the truly terrifying things... are the ones that toy with you, try to mess with your mind and drive you madness, corruption, or just torment, the ones that try to pull the darkness within us all out to the surface... The second greatest weapon you can have against them is courage and willpower... The 'greatest' weapon though, is friends, others that will pull you're ass out of the fire and make sure those nasty little things don't drag you down with them."
After this un-invited 'speech' he returned to his previous cup of wild pegasus and downed what was left of it from earlier, produced a slight cough instead of a noisy belch, then hopped right back into yammering "You've also got to keep an open mind, see the good that might not be so out in the open... Take the Reapers for instance, yeah, the badasses the 'bosses' Mentioned not to fuck with in hoofington, there's one in town by the way, moving on. They are classified as a Raider gang, they are violent, rude, debaucherous, and will probably still kill you for looking at them cross-ways... But, they keep the peace around hoofington, amazingly enough... They are known for being the biggest baddest bastards in the western wasteland, but also for still qualifying as being 'barely sane', don't fuck with em, and the other gangs will generally not cause trouble... Seriously, they even trade and have treaties with several of the local factions... That's not to say their 'good ponies', but they're are a prime example of about the most 'good' you'll find in a gang of Raiders... lesser of several evils and all that, that and noponies been badass enough to replace them with someone nicer yet...
Oh fuck I'm drunk, I never ramble like this unless I'm drunk or lecturing and I can't be lecturing about this, I just butted into the conversation totally uninvited, that's not a lecture... I should shut up now..." He proceeded to plop his muzzle chin first flat on the table and let out a strangely adorable drawn out squeaking sound.
[Juuust a little note to Zaresto... That's not a pegasus XD That's a thestral, and he has numerous different, and publically obvious, features that identify him as such =3 and his voice is totally normal XD Just amplified into the normally audible spectrum by his necklet XD]
Diamond Breaker actually stopped dead just as he heard the 'whistle' and what could only be interpreted as an innuendo directed at him... Slowly he turned his muzzle to glare at Thunder, gave a flick of his tail that produced a slight clank as a Ring of metal in his tail hit some of the armor on his leg, and gave the other stallion a teasing little 'smirk'... before immediately straightening back up and continuing up to the pair of 'business looking ponies' in the corner.
There was a short bit of mumbling between the 2 that ammounted roughly to 'well, that one looks like he can take a beating.' and 'give him one of the traveling cloaks so he doesn't shine out every raider for a mile'... One of the pair tossed a large cloak towards Breaker, which was caught with a deceptively fast motion of his fore-leg "Here, with just a 'look' we can tell you'll at least be good for drawing fire, and you don't seem to be an irritating loud-mouth either... but you'll need to wear this so you're not a shining beacon of 'come kill us we have valuables' in the wasteland."
He actually gave a quiet nod at that and set about spreading the cloak out and getting it over his back... luckily his armor was smooth instead of pointlessly spiky like 'some' ponies, and it didn't give him much trouble to slide it over... Though the cloak only went down to about his knees and the hood clung to the edges of his helmet to avoid falling down... one of them muttered a 'guess that'll have to do' and there were also a couple of relieved sighs else-where in the bar as suffers of hang-overs finally were rescued from the walking disco light... He just produced a little snort and trodded on around the table to take a seat along the wall just a bit down from the Thestral... However, when he plopped into his seat, his own impressive bulk, combined with the weight of a suit of metal armor, caused the chair in question to shatter like glass and scatter it's pieces allover the floor... while he just sat their calmly pretending it hadn't happened and just stared forward.
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The Recruiters also took notice of the Quiet little mare hiding under her cloak looking shy about approaching, and subsequently getting pushed about along with another potential candidate by some rude noisy mercenary with a mouth full of piss and questions and a brain full of nuts from the sound of it.... after a little 'telling him off' the also added on "we'd rather have someone a bit meek who can work with us than a noisy braggart who's going to end up causing trouble." Of course without missing a beat they turned their attention back to the one who'd been interupted "Now then, name and intention, Guard or passenger?" "The same is needed from everyone else too.
A Sudden shout came from somewhere else in the bar... it was short, loud, and slurred "FLUBBERSHHHHHIIEESS ER TRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" The shouting pony in question promptly fell over in the floor immediately snoring drunkenly.
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The Previously mentioned thestral found it playfully intrigueing that someone else in the group was toying with matching his musical experimentation with their guitar, a teasing little grin crossing his muzzle as the individual broke into a totally different song. He took a deeper gulp from his cup before setting it aside and listening intently for a short while... Then when Thunder finished playing the song he broke out into song himself... though instead his voice or humming, a sound similar to a well tuned violen came out, said sound of an energetically played violen filling the bar's atmospher. It had a bit of playful irony playing that song using a 'fancy music instruments sound', but the notes rolled from his throat with disturbing musical accuracy despite clearly having no instrument present.
... All around the bar various patrons seemed compelled to tap their hooves or humm along... granted, a group that's half drunks and the rest half concious doesn't make for great back-up vocals, though his tune stayed at the top of the pile of noise... Once he finished the same song, he grinned playfully at Thunder...and missed not a beat in jumping right into another song! A Very lively tune, One that seemed to utilize 2 instruments at once playing 2 different parts a guitar like rifting note, and the same violen from before adapting to play the new peppy tune, standing up in his seat as his body actually got to shifting and swaying into the energetic tune.
It started nice and low and began to rise quickly, suddenly breaking into a frantic patterned Duet, continuing on down the line of the unknown song... one who paid attention to the patrons in the bar though, might notice that everyone was getting more... energetic... blood was warming, some that were tired began to feel more awake, some that were drunk started acting angry, it could possibly even put some pep in the step of some meek little personalities that were present... Then all of a sudden the Bartender shouted "SHUUUT UUUP!" And Chucked a Bottle of General Hard Cider at the singing Thestral... who proceeded to masterfully catch the neck of the bottle in his mouth without breaking it, snapping his head back a little and flopping back into his seat with a playful grin.
He got the bottle into his hooves, popped the top, and took a deep swig from it before a hoof came up to click his necklet back into it's tighter position... a big grin crossing his muzzle as he spoke, his voice actually sounded just a bit posh with a hint of a melodic under-tone. "Heheh... Free booze, works almost everytime." The effects of his musical 'riot in the making' cooled down only slightly, averting a bar fight, but keeping the general 'heated' air to it.
[Feel free to chatter amongst eachother after this one XD I'll post too still, but after a while I'll progress us to the next morning where we can actually get under-way =3]
Diamond Breaker actually stopped dead just as he heard the 'whistle' and what could only be interpreted as an innuendo directed at him... Slowly he turned his muzzle to glare at Thunder, gave a flick of his tail that produced a slight clank as a Ring of metal in his tail hit some of the armor on his leg, and gave the other stallion a teasing little 'smirk'... before immediately straightening back up and continuing up to the pair of 'business looking ponies' in the corner.
There was a short bit of mumbling between the 2 that ammounted roughly to 'well, that one looks like he can take a beating.' and 'give him one of the traveling cloaks so he doesn't shine out every raider for a mile'... One of the pair tossed a large cloak towards Breaker, which was caught with a deceptively fast motion of his fore-leg "Here, with just a 'look' we can tell you'll at least be good for drawing fire, and you don't seem to be an irritating loud-mouth either... but you'll need to wear this so you're not a shining beacon of 'come kill us we have valuables' in the wasteland."
He actually gave a quiet nod at that and set about spreading the cloak out and getting it over his back... luckily his armor was smooth instead of pointlessly spiky like 'some' ponies, and it didn't give him much trouble to slide it over... Though the cloak only went down to about his knees and the hood clung to the edges of his helmet to avoid falling down... one of them muttered a 'guess that'll have to do' and there were also a couple of relieved sighs else-where in the bar as suffers of hang-overs finally were rescued from the walking disco light... He just produced a little snort and trodded on around the table to take a seat along the wall just a bit down from the Thestral... However, when he plopped into his seat, his own impressive bulk, combined with the weight of a suit of metal armor, caused the chair in question to shatter like glass and scatter it's pieces allover the floor... while he just sat their calmly pretending it hadn't happened and just stared forward.
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The Recruiters also took notice of the Quiet little mare hiding under her cloak looking shy about approaching, and subsequently getting pushed about along with another potential candidate by some rude noisy mercenary with a mouth full of piss and questions and a brain full of nuts from the sound of it.... after a little 'telling him off' the also added on "we'd rather have someone a bit meek who can work with us than a noisy braggart who's going to end up causing trouble." Of course without missing a beat they turned their attention back to the one who'd been interupted "Now then, name and intention, Guard or passenger?" "The same is needed from everyone else too.
A Sudden shout came from somewhere else in the bar... it was short, loud, and slurred "FLUBBERSHHHHHIIEESS ER TRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" The shouting pony in question promptly fell over in the floor immediately snoring drunkenly.
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The Previously mentioned thestral found it playfully intrigueing that someone else in the group was toying with matching his musical experimentation with their guitar, a teasing little grin crossing his muzzle as the individual broke into a totally different song. He took a deeper gulp from his cup before setting it aside and listening intently for a short while... Then when Thunder finished playing the song he broke out into song himself... though instead his voice or humming, a sound similar to a well tuned violen came out, said sound of an energetically played violen filling the bar's atmospher. It had a bit of playful irony playing that song using a 'fancy music instruments sound', but the notes rolled from his throat with disturbing musical accuracy despite clearly having no instrument present.
... All around the bar various patrons seemed compelled to tap their hooves or humm along... granted, a group that's half drunks and the rest half concious doesn't make for great back-up vocals, though his tune stayed at the top of the pile of noise... Once he finished the same song, he grinned playfully at Thunder...and missed not a beat in jumping right into another song! A Very lively tune, One that seemed to utilize 2 instruments at once playing 2 different parts a guitar like rifting note, and the same violen from before adapting to play the new peppy tune, standing up in his seat as his body actually got to shifting and swaying into the energetic tune.
It started nice and low and began to rise quickly, suddenly breaking into a frantic patterned Duet, continuing on down the line of the unknown song... one who paid attention to the patrons in the bar though, might notice that everyone was getting more... energetic... blood was warming, some that were tired began to feel more awake, some that were drunk started acting angry, it could possibly even put some pep in the step of some meek little personalities that were present... Then all of a sudden the Bartender shouted "SHUUUT UUUP!" And Chucked a Bottle of General Hard Cider at the singing Thestral... who proceeded to masterfully catch the neck of the bottle in his mouth without breaking it, snapping his head back a little and flopping back into his seat with a playful grin.
He got the bottle into his hooves, popped the top, and took a deep swig from it before a hoof came up to click his necklet back into it's tighter position... a big grin crossing his muzzle as he spoke, his voice actually sounded just a bit posh with a hint of a melodic under-tone. "Heheh... Free booze, works almost everytime." The effects of his musical 'riot in the making' cooled down only slightly, averting a bar fight, but keeping the general 'heated' air to it.
[Feel free to chatter amongst eachother after this one XD I'll post too still, but after a while I'll progress us to the next morning where we can actually get under-way =3]
maybe? if you hurry xD
I put out the first IC post =3 It's quite open, so you can still feel free to start out however you like ^.^ ... oh pish, you all know what to do already ^.^
Friendship city, a beacon of peace in the wasteland, Built into the big Statue known as the 'pony of friendship'... Built around the little Statue island off the east coast of mane-hatten, only accessible by water or by the Bridge that connects to the Ruin's of Manehatten, a well watched bridge you should know... It is a City that boasts Safety and commerce for all who would abide their laws, as well as employment oppurtunities both inside and outside the city... There's never a shortage of bounties on the boards, scavenging requests, nor Caravans in need of protection... of course, since rarely anything happens inside the city that the guards can't handle, Anyone looking for adventure tends to take a job that keeps them on the move... More importantly though, gossip travels fast, and word was going around about a large Caravan traveling... they're known for traveling great distances, and since being 'known' in the wasteland attracts attention, they were also known for hiring lots of escorts, so they were a great oppurtunity for anyone wanting to travel a good distance, or just to get a fat load of paycheck.
Taking such a job was exactly the intention as Diamond Break tromped on into the silver shoe Tavern... what a name too, there wasn't a damn thing 'silver' about it! well, except for his armor... Sure, he'd been told it makes him a big obvious target, but seriously, he already 'sparkles' naturally, Shining his armor up hardly makes him any 'more' obvious... It didn't matter either way because the way he glittered and shined in the Light of the tavern drew a lot of eyes his way, and repelled a few from the mild glare, several that he noted appeared to be nursing hang-overs from the previous night... Something he immediately stopped paying attention to as he headed for the large bill-board to the right of the door, dotted with the usual run-of-the-mill advertisements and such, safe for the fore-told example that stood out.
--A Large fresh poster had been plastered right in the middle of the Board, it wasn't all that fancy, it's not like anyone would waste valuable time or cash on over-beautifying a pretty advertisement these days... It was simple but noticeable, mainly because it was 'clean', and explained in large red leters:
Cross Equestrian Caravan
Current Route: Friendship city <--- Tenpony Tower --- west Junction ---> Hoofington Area
Caravan Guards wanted
And in slightly less large black letters:
Passengers and non pony Races welcome, Fail to pull your own weight and you'll get dumped... we are also not responsible for any Racial issues you may encounter when wandering away from the Caravan.
And at the bottom in Red again:
Inquire in the back corner of the Silver Shoe Tavern... You'll know us when you see us.
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Sure enough, when Breaker turned away from the Poster... it was pretty obvious... In the Back corner of the bar, with most of the other ponies keeping their distance interestingly enough, were a pair of well dressed ponies in slightly dusty suits, Tall and slim, blonde in coat, one with a green mane and the tail, the other with blue, and both with Eye colors matching their 'counter-parts' mane color. Around them were about half a dozen other ponies, 2 of which practically looked like Raiders, were their armor not much less 'gorey' than the general raider, the other's looked to be fairly standard guard's, Standard Combat armor, battle-saddles and the like, lacking their guns at the moment of course due to being in the peace ridden City. "well... that was easy..." It didn't take him long to head over and present himself for the job.
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Elsewhere in the same tavern was another who had already handled similar introductions, though he'd only wandered off to handle some 'natural business'... Of course, the stares were still very unnatural when a Thestral wearing a slightly worn tux trotted out of the Tavern's Restroom, humming a cheery little tune and stopping at the bar to collect a previously ordered Cup of wild Pegasus, a funny little irony since he was one step away from 'being' a pegasus himself.
After one deep swig and a little thank you he flutter off to a seat on the edge of that area around the Caravaneers, bringing a hoof up to click at his necklet so it loosened, and a strange musical tone began to slip from his throat... Something akin to the sound of a quiet flute and a high pitched humm began to fill the air, though he made no obvious physical motions to hint at singing. It seemed to penetrate the common noise of the bar unnaturally well, creating a little bit of confusion here and there, though miraculously it seemed to sooth the hang-overs of some of the suffering patrons.
Taking such a job was exactly the intention as Diamond Break tromped on into the silver shoe Tavern... what a name too, there wasn't a damn thing 'silver' about it! well, except for his armor... Sure, he'd been told it makes him a big obvious target, but seriously, he already 'sparkles' naturally, Shining his armor up hardly makes him any 'more' obvious... It didn't matter either way because the way he glittered and shined in the Light of the tavern drew a lot of eyes his way, and repelled a few from the mild glare, several that he noted appeared to be nursing hang-overs from the previous night... Something he immediately stopped paying attention to as he headed for the large bill-board to the right of the door, dotted with the usual run-of-the-mill advertisements and such, safe for the fore-told example that stood out.
--A Large fresh poster had been plastered right in the middle of the Board, it wasn't all that fancy, it's not like anyone would waste valuable time or cash on over-beautifying a pretty advertisement these days... It was simple but noticeable, mainly because it was 'clean', and explained in large red leters:
Cross Equestrian Caravan
Current Route: Friendship city <--- Tenpony Tower --- west Junction ---> Hoofington Area
Caravan Guards wanted
And in slightly less large black letters:
Passengers and non pony Races welcome, Fail to pull your own weight and you'll get dumped... we are also not responsible for any Racial issues you may encounter when wandering away from the Caravan.
And at the bottom in Red again:
Inquire in the back corner of the Silver Shoe Tavern... You'll know us when you see us.
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Sure enough, when Breaker turned away from the Poster... it was pretty obvious... In the Back corner of the bar, with most of the other ponies keeping their distance interestingly enough, were a pair of well dressed ponies in slightly dusty suits, Tall and slim, blonde in coat, one with a green mane and the tail, the other with blue, and both with Eye colors matching their 'counter-parts' mane color. Around them were about half a dozen other ponies, 2 of which practically looked like Raiders, were their armor not much less 'gorey' than the general raider, the other's looked to be fairly standard guard's, Standard Combat armor, battle-saddles and the like, lacking their guns at the moment of course due to being in the peace ridden City. "well... that was easy..." It didn't take him long to head over and present himself for the job.
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Elsewhere in the same tavern was another who had already handled similar introductions, though he'd only wandered off to handle some 'natural business'... Of course, the stares were still very unnatural when a Thestral wearing a slightly worn tux trotted out of the Tavern's Restroom, humming a cheery little tune and stopping at the bar to collect a previously ordered Cup of wild Pegasus, a funny little irony since he was one step away from 'being' a pegasus himself.
After one deep swig and a little thank you he flutter off to a seat on the edge of that area around the Caravaneers, bringing a hoof up to click at his necklet so it loosened, and a strange musical tone began to slip from his throat... Something akin to the sound of a quiet flute and a high pitched humm began to fill the air, though he made no obvious physical motions to hint at singing. It seemed to penetrate the common noise of the bar unnaturally well, creating a little bit of confusion here and there, though miraculously it seemed to sooth the hang-overs of some of the suffering patrons.
Soon XD I'm going to be having dinner soon, probably has a little 'break' to work my imagination a bit, then come back and start up an IC =3
@Geoffrey, Haffy seems fine =3 I'll be keeping an eye out though :P
@Strudel, Sparky seems lovely ^.^ also, yay, a medic =P
@Darth Quadro, yeah, crazy bastard, he's fine XD
@Zaresto, I don't see any big issues XD, in the original Fic there's nothing that says a Raider can't become 'not a raider'... there was a disease in one Fic based on it that essentially brain rots you into a psycho cannibal raider, but 'normal' raiders tend to be 'willing' in their behavior, and as such still have the possibility to become 'not a raider'. XD
Hmmm... maybe I should give the 'Reapers' a bigger presence in this RP :D They are 'always' fun!
@Strudel, Sparky seems lovely ^.^ also, yay, a medic =P
@Darth Quadro, yeah, crazy bastard, he's fine XD
@Zaresto, I don't see any big issues XD, in the original Fic there's nothing that says a Raider can't become 'not a raider'... there was a disease in one Fic based on it that essentially brain rots you into a psycho cannibal raider, but 'normal' raiders tend to be 'willing' in their behavior, and as such still have the possibility to become 'not a raider'. XD
Hmmm... maybe I should give the 'Reapers' a bigger presence in this RP :D They are 'always' fun!
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