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Hello new friends! My name's Vincent. I'll play Godfrey Hildebrand, alchemist-by-day and poisoner-by-night. Pleased to meet you all!


Greetings, mate! I must make quick friends with you, as poison and perhaps a few quirked bombs are desperately needed in my arsenal.
"Not fiends..." Dallen muttered, taking in his fifth shot of whiskey. He was now broke, but it didn't matter. He could already hear the chaos starting from outside the Cracked Glass. The sound of gunfire suddenly rose, higher calibers sounding off in Dallen's ears as he noted the change. A few buildings down the block were already on fire. "King Krezzman...and he's here."

He looked at Redding as he spoke, not seeing Annelise anywhere in view. It appeared that they had taken too long to get out of New Reno, as the once further distant sounds of chaos suddenly encompassed the bar. They were already surrounded, though luckily not the main focus. Dallen stood before them all for just a moment longer before pulling out his sidearm and taking aim toward the entrance. Smoke canisters filled the streets, as random bursts of gunfire went off in various areas.

"This might be a good starting point..." Dallen said to the other merc in the room.

He had no idea how good any of these people were in a fight, but it was a fight they were going to get regardless. The first raider busted into the entrance in a hurry, not fully realizing how many were inside. The raider and Dallen had a slight second staredown, before Dallen put a bullet in his brain. The next few coming were not quite as dumb as the first, staying behind cover as they opened fire into the bar.

Dallen flipped a table over for cover, as most of the gunfire coming in flew over his head. There was no time for introductions, but from what he overheard of the group just a moment ago, he knew Lilith was a merc and Redding and his comrades probably knew how to fight back, seeing as how Redding, much like Dallen, had been good at surviving street side bar shootouts. The bat shit crazy girl was the wildcard, and probably would rather chase the bullets then flee from them. It didn't really matter much though, as even if they were all the best trained mercenaries in the country, King Krezzman had an army it seemed.

"There a back way out?" he asked Redding, of which he was unsure if his voice carried over the intense noise. Dallen returned blindfire back to the aggressors as he looked in the group's direction, still wondering where Annelise was.
Well thanks that's plenty of options to fill my week! And yes, the violence is where my heart lies. So those will probably be first.
So i can tell the lot of you are into anime, as a newb who just watched all of inuyasha and loved it, anyone got any favs I should check out? Only other one I've seen is cowboy bebop which was also awesome. Just curious...
I forgot to mention, whenever im out for awhile, Dallen is always free to npc to move things forward if needed. That said, I should be ready for postage tomorrow. Might wait to see where annelise is first.
Gonna be pretty busy this week but free all next week..
And the growing list of ridiculous pets grows


Well, technically it stays the same number since the advisor killed my horse. Just hope I never make it to the sea, where Flipper and Nemo are waiting. XD
A few knocks came at the door.

"Fuck off!" Dalious shouted.

The door creaked open anyway. In came an aged man, near to be in his eighties, white of hair and beard. He moved slowly into the room, while dragging a long pole along side him. At the top of the pole, there was a large red sheet covering something square shaped. When the old man reached the bed, he let the pole stand on its own as he sat next to Dalious.

"Well, you're already speaking more than normal," the man said with a half smile. "And walking again, I hear?"

"I'm in my prime, Doc," Dalious tried to say with a straight face, but as he tried to laugh his sore ribs pierced him with pain.

"I still don't understand why you don't just let the healers use their magic. All this pain and misery, for what? We know you're a tough guy, we won the war remember?" As the rosy cheeked mister spoke, he began to unveil a gauze from around Dalious' face. Just as the pirate was about to reply, the man grabbed his jaw and started moving it in various ways.

"Awh! Dammit old man!" Dalious spat.

"How does it feel?"

Dalious swatted the man's hand away from his face, then began moving his jaw himself. He looked the healer in the face and gave him a nod of approval.

"Well Dalious, you have healed to your fullest. You'll still be sore for awhile longer, try not to stress your body and continue to regain your strength. But this you already know, don't you? Yet still, you remain in this dark room. So again I ask, why do you refuse magic healing? Your scar there at your shoulder, looks like Diane's work I do believe."

"I was unconscious for that one," Dalious replied, looking at it as if for the first time. "It's nothing against magic, I needed to heal. Body and mind, the right way." Every single night since the battle, he had nightmares. Every night, a new face he had killed would seemingly haunt him. As his body slowly healed from its wounds, so did his mind. He stopped apologizing for his past and found himself accepting what was and what will be. It took a long time, but he needed to go through it on his own. "I've defeated my demons."

"Good! Gooood!" the healer spoke, he bounced up from the bed and to his feet as if he were in his twenties. "If you haven't noticed, there is a party going on. You, being the young man you are, should go out there. Get some sun. Have some fun."

"Actually, as soon as I'm able, I'll be on my own way," Dalious said. "I've served my oath to the King. I told him I would fight for him and I did. There's nothing left for me here. Do me a favor and give them all my best?"

"What did you fight for, if you would just leave it all behind?"

"I told you, mate. I fought to fulfill my oath. Plan was also to get rich along the way, but fuck it, I've got a cool sword and that's fine by me."

"You claim to have fought for honor. An oath. A code. Such is not the pirate way, last I checked. So I ask again, what did you fight for?"

"The divine's hell are you getting at?"

"Maybe you don't see it, but I do," the healer moved over to one of the windows and opened the blinds. A ray of light struck the pirate in the eyes, blinding him momentarily. Dalious shot a hand up to cover the light, while giving him the finger. "You fought for them." Outside was a view of a busy courtyard and a whole lot of red. "They fought for you. You all fought, for one another. As one!"

"I fought because I said I would, and I'm a man of my word," Dalious said. He turned away from the window entirely and started putting on his clothes overtop of the bandages and gauze. "Now, I'm a free agent."

"Be that as it may, the tavern's giving out free ale all night."

"Alright, you talked me into it. Lets go."

The healer gave off a slight chuckle, then headed for the door as he spoke. "Keep your sense of humor, above all else. It's worth more than you know." Just as he was about to leave, something moved the red fabric at the top of the pole he had brought in. "Ah, I almost forgot! I also tend to the orphans here, and some of them came across a few of these..."

He pulled back the red sheet to unveil a small cage at the top of the pole, within it was a small parrot. It was about the size of an open palm, with a body color of sage green, and with yellow and red at the ends of its feathers.

"Hellooo," the small bird squawked.

Dalious sighed. "You really shouldn't have..."

"Isn't he great?" the healer seemed to bounce with joy. "Well, you're a...pirate and all."

"More of a cliché, but thank you."

"Well, then I'll be off. Do think it over, at least." The healer made his exit as Dalious just simply stared at the bird.

"The fuck am I to do with a bird?" he spoke to himself.

"Hellooo."

A pain in his back nearly made him topple over, so he instead decided to lay back down.

"Hellooo."

"Fuck off!"

"Fuck off!"



“Redding Schmidt! That’s the guy from the Desperados… The one those raiders were gunning for, the one responsible for that firestorm I suppose”.

As Annelise spoke to him, his mind slightly drifted. He still caught everything she said, but every now and then flashes of his past would hit him and leave behind a terrible headache. Sometimes he would hear voices, but he wasn't quite yet sure if he was thinking it all himself or if he was indeed going crazy. He saw his wife this time, as was usually the case. He could only feel her presence, though could not make her face out. She whispered faintly into his ear "You don't have to kill". Again, he wasn't sure if it was his own mind or not, as she vanished instantly and left him with an aching head.

"Good," Dallen replied, quickly massaging his temples and trying to ignore what had just happened. "Then he owes us for cleaning up the mess!" He stood and looked Annelise in the eyes, feeling more like himself again. "If he doesn't see it that way, maybe he needs someone killed. In this town, business is booming."

Just as the Cracked Glass came into view, Dallen turned his head and flicked away a smoke. His eyes caught a view of Frank, one of his older companions, running down the back alleyways of other broken down homes. The laser rifle was shooting off randomly, as was other gunfire. The fighting never seemed to stop in New Reno. Normally, Dallen wouldn't give a fuck about Frank's fate. However, he had been in enough gunfights to know that Frank was being pursued by others and might need a hand. Something about starting the journey with the guy made Dallen feel the need to pursue it.

"I'll meet you in there in a moment," Dallen said to Annelise. "Might be an advantage if we go in not knowing one another. I'll try to be quick." He pulled the backpack around to his chest, then pulled out some caps to give to her so that she could at least buy some drinks in the while. Dallen did notice a small group of ragged clothed and looking children, eyeing him as he put the backpack around to his back. He didn't think much of it, then ran off down the alleyways behind the buildings.

The city was like a labyrinth behind the lights and glamor. Within the first minute of following, the Cracked Glass was already well out of view. It wasn't long after when he found Frank, though the man was in quite the predicament. He was danger close with some other gang, all of them with weapons drawn and circling a clearly dazed and high off his mind Frank. Though his former companion, as mad as he was, was laughing even with these odds. Frank lowered his weapon to the floor and scratched his ass, still laughing. Dallen rose an eyebrow, wondering if this would even be worth it. He was too close as well, at least for his own comfort. The apparent leader of the small gang, mostly made of young boys trying to be hard men, moved toward Frank and started screaming in beats, "WHAT...THE FUCK...ARE YOU LAUGHING FOR...LOOK AROUND MOTHER FUCKER!"

Dallen dropped the backpack to the ground, as it only slowed his reflexes down. He unholstered his firearms, one in each hand, and took a few steps forward. It was going to get messy, he knew.

"WHY ARE YOU STILL LAUGHING YOU FUCKING MORON!!"

Frank stopped laughing and raised an asscheek up, it was in this moment that Dallen paused and realized that Frank didn't scratch his ass, he pulled a pin. Frank farted, as the second later the grenade in between his asscheeks went off. The explosion was quick and sudden, tearing everything around it to pieces. Dallen flew backward and slammed his already aching head into a brick wall of a building.

He blacked out, but just for a moment. When he came to, his sight was blurry and his head was now ringing. The few flammable objects lying around the alleyway were lit on fire, and the remains of all the people were found throughout. The next thing he saw as he turned over to his side, was one of the children from earlier stealing his backpack and running off.

"Get back here...you little shit!" Dallen yelled, which resulted in him spitting up some blood. The man coughed and then instead of getting up to his feet, decided to lay back down on his back for a minute or two. His white collar shirt and black tie were covered in debris and blood, mainly from the others but he was bleeding himself in various places along his right side. His face turned back to its normal color as he slowly inhaled and exhaled, calming his heart rate down in the process. When he felt as fine as he was going to feel, he pulled out a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it up. He took a few long, deep drags as he continued to rest on the dirty ground. "Fuck this town."

Eventually, Dallen got back to his feet and made his way into the Cracked Glass. He was in quite a bit of pain and had lost the backpack to some brat kids, but he still had enough caps in his pant pocket to at least get a drink or two. Without even noticing who all was around him, and trying to hide the obvious fact that he looked like shit, he sat at the bar and laid some caps down.

"Whiskey," he ordered.

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