Voltus_Ventus

Romance and Fantasy and Fluff, oh my! [Casual+] (open)

@Light the Dark Likewise, though it seems as though I've been preempted by other players. Oh well, if you do wish to roleplay though (which I do) then hit me up with a PM.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

A steady stream of people flitted into the tavern and to most of them Steeple payed no mind, drinking his water absentmindedly as the proprietor didn't much like people bringing in their own beverages. However soon the people that meandered through the doors began to become more interesting, Old men with their pets, dogs and ghouls, a super mutant, a man with a particularly swish set of armor and finally, a rather red headed woman with an eyebot bobbing around behind her. As she entered, Steeple's gaze and then his head turned to follow her, She was a particularly nice bird, though Steeple knew that there was no one for him other than the woman sleeping above his head.

Down the last of the radioactive water, he tossed the carton aside and rejoined the rabble inside the establishment, and just in time for the shouting. The particular red head that had caught his interest was now on stage, 'Oh goody.' Steeple thought to himself, 'Another Canary.' crossing the room to return upstairs he stopped in his tracks, the canary started to tweet but it wasn't singing. Turning his attention to her fully, there was much back and forth between her and the crowd. At first he thought no one would take her up on her offer, from what a particularity rotting ghoul was saying she wasn't having much luck with her endeavours as of late. Though as people gathered around her, including the mutant, it seemed more and more likely that this time she would succeed.

Steeple approached the group, the various bits in his rucksack jingling against each other.

"Hey Canary, I'll take you up on your offer," he called over the heads of the people around her, "The original offer." The way Steeple saw it, people were willing to take the job and he wasn't confused as to why, she was offering a lot caps. So he had to ensure his place on this little venture, the hundred extra caps were not a significant loss compared to the thousand he would make, he didn't have much need for food and the only kind of ammo he bought was dirt cheap.

"A thousand sounds just dandy."

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

I liked the idea of the drive in theatre.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

How about just clear the sewers of ghouls? Probably a lot of valuable machinery down there and the towns folk would appreciate it. There could just be a really big scary ghoul Boss down there too.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

As long as the radiation sticks around, Steeple will do most any job.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

A muggy Florida breeze invited itself through the open window of Steeple's rented room, the rag that made up the only barrier between the outside and the inside flapping and waving gently. From outside poured light and chatter and the many smells that New Hope had to offer, vendors hawking their wares and whatever food they had on offer. Steeple lay in bed, awake and with one arm stretched out, dangling over the bed and the other wrapped around the sleeping ghoul whore that slept half on him. The only one that would give him service (and the only one he'd ask for) but a nice enough girl, had he not been the restless type he would have probably whisked her away and settled down with her.

But he was the restless type.

Talking his arm off of her, the Ghoul Whore stirred in her sleep but remained relatively undisturbed otherwise. Slipping out of her arms, he went straight for his gear and dawned his clothes silently, looking over his shoulder every once in a while to check if the woman was still asleep. Fully geared, Head's Bane tucked into the back of his tattered jumpsuit and hidden under his shirt, he reached for the door. Only to be stopped by a dry, grating voice.

"Steeple?" He turned around, to see her sat up in the bed, the blanket wrapped around her slender, necrotic frame. She looked at him through the hair that still miraculously still clang to her head. That was one of the reasons he liked her, she still had most of her hair. "Where are you going, it's late?" Looking out of the window it appeared though she was right, the moon was high in the sky and stars twinkled against the evening. He looked at her and shrugged his rucksack off of his shoulders, dropping it by the door without regard of the Frag mines sat inside. Steeple crossed the room quickly, floorboards squeaking beneath his feet.

"I'm just heading downstairs." He rasped, though no where near as sever as the other ghoul, taking one of her mottled hands, "If I go anywhere I'll tell you, Kay?" She nodded and returned to bed, turning away from him. Steeple returned to his rucksack, picking it up and dropping it over his shoulder.

"Steeple?" He looked over his shoulder, "I love you.." She was sat up again, big watery blue eyes glistening at him, he couldn't bare looking into them.

"I want to say the same, I really do."

Opening the door and shutting it behind him, he was suddenly accosted by the tavern atmosphere, the smell of food and drink and the sound of laughter and music wafting upstairs to where other clients enjoyed the company of the establishment's escorts. Taking the steps down, he was suddenly accosted by the rapid increase in sensory bombardment, it didn't help that he could hear everything loud and clear. Not bothering to stick around, he stepped outside into the warm Florida night, the pale skin that clung to the right side of his body bright in the white floodlights. Leaning against the front of the building, he produced a carton of dirty water from his bag and indulged.

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

How do I use this discord thing?

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Disney Land.

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

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What time for working on a collab works for you?

@Gowi

Within the 24 hours. I'm in Mecca right now so as you can imagine I've got little time to sit down and even less reliable internet.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Well Steeple has land mines though I see them as close quarters support weapons as opposed to tactical explosives.