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TheLonePup said
I vote whichever line takes us through the Pitt and New York (the fastest), seeing as I've written/helped write a shitload of fluff for those two places

That would be the Red (Northernmost) Line.

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I wanna post so that Poe can laugh and laugh at everything Sabin is doing, but I'm anchored to AtomicItalian currently. :(

Speaking of which: Tally up! Current votes on which line we'll be taking first?

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Sabin is never going to live this down, is he?

Animorphs

A'right, I just spotted AN OPENING.

Assuming Ali doesn't get to posting in the next few days or so, Iikka is going to grope Theo's face and go "I know it's fake you great pissant now please call 911 I am experiencing visceral agony."

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Poe quickly stashed his plasma defender, but kept the baseball bat slung over his shoulder. This many people clumped together in a tight, enclosed space was just asking for trouble. He approached Castillo and Hayley where they were seated, making a point of not hearing Sabin's last insult. They would have more than a thousand miles, back and forth three times, for Poe to kill him. Poe was not a patient man, but the innumerable possibilities of horrible fates that could befall the young man kept Poe happy and hale enough to quench the smoldering embers of animosity and rancor that told him to kill the boy and then blow his corpse into charnel.

"Hello again little ember." Poe nodded to Hayley, his smile lazy and subdued as he twirled his bat off his shoulder and planted its head on the tile floor, leaning on it like a cane as he addressed the pair. "You look like you've lost a few inches. Maybe this time around you won't set off as many of my pressure plates." His head swayed as his gaze drifted to Castillo. "In case our mutual accomplice hasn't already told you - I am Poe. Assuming there hasn't been an abrupt change of plans, I'm supposed to be the security and supply expert for our little group of motes and pebbles." His gaze veered back to Hayley. "I wasn't able to procure a Pipboy on the way here - but I managed to get my hands on the one our least favorite hanger-on is wearing." He nodded in Dallas' direction. "Redundancy would be nice though. Do you know if anybody else is going to have one?"

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*Looks at the coiled spring that is the RP*

Looks like it could use more tension! *Begins winding spring even further*

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Sabin said Sabin goes ballistic!

Poe silently turned and gazed up at Sabin as the boy ranted, another rictus grin starting to spread on his face. Once the young NCR trooper had finished, Poe began to approach the stairs, slowly - and he spoke.

"You're not fighting for anything right now, because you're not here by choice. You're here because your dandy boy superiors told you to be here, and unlike you and basically the rest of these worthless assholes," Poe reached the staircase and began to ascend. "I was specifically invited here, I'm not a walk-in like you and Mr. Lost and Found over there." He tilted his head and gestured over at Dallas as he took another step up. "Unlike you, I actually have a real reason to be here, and a purpose to pursue - while you're just a waste of space meant to obstruct ballistic projectiles."

As Poe reached the top of the staircase he reached behind to his travel pack and unslung his baseball bat again, while his left hand fished into his jacket and withdrew his plasma defender and immediately thumbed off the safety switch on the back of the casing. The bat he simply slung over his shoulder, and the plasma weapon simply hung, aiming limply at the floor as Poe casually advanced on Sabin.

"And on a final note: No matter how hard you boy scouts fight, there is nothing you can do to make yourself safe from me." He stopped three feet from Sabin, his opaque goggles meeting and leering at Sabin's eyes, giving nothing away. "Here I am, little mote. Did you challenge me to come up here and prove something? Because let me tell you...It sounded an awful lot like a challen-"

Hayley said “Alright ya’ll lets calm the fuck down, don’t need anyone dying before we start rolling.” She said, throwing a bit of a wastelander’s accent into her voice.

Poe's head snapped to the side to look at Hayley and Castillo, and he actually listened to what she had to say.

"Shit." He swore faintly as he looked at Castillo. There was a classic NCR New Vegas type - one who would probably take offense if Poe vaporized an NCR trooper right in the same room. Normally he still wouldn't have given a damn, except as the head of the expedition, Poe could ill afford to get onto his bad side, at least if he wanted to go through with this affair. He looked back to Sabin, a scowl on his face.

"Please give me an excuse to kill you." He said in a seething tone. "Go and change your pants, little mote, you'll embarrass us in front of the boss."

Hayley said “Oh, and quit throwing fucking grenades around, you sun fried psychopaths!”

"It wasn't even armed!" Poe called back down from the balcony as he went back to the staircase, back turned to Sabin. "The only other thing I have to throw on me is Sugar Bombs, and even I'm not heartless enough to throw those around! Well, except for earlier, but that was a spur of the moment kind of thing..."

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Sabin said Sabin had no way to process all that had just happened, so he just sat there, staring at the teddy bear in his hands, the first uniform issued to him by the NCR soiled

"Oh my god, this is just stupid." Poe growled up at the shock-ridden trooper. "Maybe I missed a fucking news bulletin or something, but isn't House supposed to be super important around these parts? Can somebody around here..." He turned and made a dramatic wave with his free hand as he addressed the remaining newcomers, baseball bat still hefted over his shoulder. "...Tell me why the local flavor of boy scouts sent this bleeder here? I figured House would have merited one of their overrated, nigh-mythical rangers? The ones that can apparently beat Deathclaws to pieces using leather switches? I was really looking forward to getting to blow one of them into charnel, but this bastard is so disaffected that dying would probably improve his prospects."

He shook his head, a grimace of disgust crossing his face as he slung his baseball bat back onto his travel bag before turning back up to the balcony to glower at Sabin disappointingly.

"Just get out of here, little mote. The standards of admission for this place have apparently dropped twelve notches already, but even so you just don't belong here." He turned again, flippantly waving a hand behind him as he approached the couches.

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This is Poe at absolutely zero things going his way thus far:

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No no no you silly goose!

You're all standing on the elevator balcony in this picture!



Just throw him down off the balcony. No need to throw him out the window. Talk about unnecessary violence, I mean gosh, what kind of psychotic lunatic are you? Geeze.

In any case: I am now taking bets on how many times Poe needs to whack Sabin with this in order to kill him. Seeing as Sabin will have been tossed over a modestly high balcony he may or may not be temporarily disoriented, Poe will not particularly prioritize aiming for his head but will not make a point of avoiding it. Assume each whack is equivalent to a 'grand slam' VATS attack on an unaware opponent.