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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:32:43 GMT
"What...what happened here?" Christine asks, quickly scanning Bones... (it is still Bones, right?) with her VaultDex.
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:32:59 GMT
Chansey, the Egg pokemon. Evolved form of Happiny, Normal type. Originally designed as a caretaker for the young and the very elderly, Chansey were redeployed to the battlefield as combat medics and assistants in field hospitals when war broke out. The eggs they create are actually a highly nutritious and delectable form of extruded proteins and fats that develop in their pouches on a daily basis and are edible even when raw. Synching with pokeball. This specimen is using 10% of its full potential.
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:34:56 GMT
Amber's attention is far too taken up by the small, sparking critter that's taken residence in her hair. She shivers at the combination of the ticking of something shifting against her neck and the slight sparks of pain that...honestly, barely phase her after years working in the belly of the mechanical systems. She's felt worst pains from scratches on the old metal. She lifts an arm to give it support, patting its back.
"Hey....hey, it's okay. We're good guys. We came to help. You're safe, okay?" She looks around with wide eyes, unsure of what to do now that the small thing is hiding against her. She looks around and flashes a grateful smile as Cecil releases the small creature's...parental figure? Maybe it was adopted? Did...did animals do that?
"Hey, look, I told you he was still here..." She says, trying not to jostle the small creature as she walks towards Cecil and kneels down by the elekid. She licks her lips nervously, vaguely uncomfortable being so close to so many pokemon. The tiny yellow one in her hair didn't /really/ count, even though she knows the sparks should be a harsh reminder--it's hard to think of it as dangerous when it's so obviously an upset baby.
Trying not to move very much, she looks around for Christine and uses her free hand to gesture her over.
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:35:13 GMT
"Yeah?" Christine asks, coming over with bones and Clement. "Oh, the little thing's hurt. Hold on a second. I think I can help with this." She pulls a medical kit out of her pack, and begins to treat the electric rodent... hopefully not getting shocked, and addresses her newest patient. "Shh... It'll be all right."Drains 1 AP to heal the Pichu for 22 HP, and cure Poison/Paralysis/Burn.
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:35:30 GMT
The little mouse looks at Cecil's newest acquisition, who's studying Amber intently. After a long moment, it moves over to where it had crawled out from under the truck, reaches up and into the bumper, retrieving something. Moving back over, he looks at the little mouse, wagging his finger several times and grunting and cooing, before holding out something for Amber to take. It appears to be some kind of bright green, hard-shelled fruit or nut. It's a Green Apricorn The mouse lets out another squeak, one that's both sad and understanding, before nestling closer to Amber when given the chance.
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:35:47 GMT
Since the mouse seemed to be looking better, Christine tended to Bones, before going to check on the truck. She was pretty sure she'd seen Joe go in. She hoped. "Mister Vargas?" she asked, "Are you all right in there?" Maybe, if she was lucky, there might be some medical supplies... Drains another AP to heal 27 HP on Bones.
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:36:00 GMT
Tutorial Mode Activated
When Scavanging the wastes, there comes a time when you need to buckle down and really put the nose to the old grindstone and find any little scrap of useful material left over.
When Scrounging in an area, you roll your Perception+the relevant skill (Intuition or Survival for Food Scrap, Edu Tech for technical scrap, and Edu Medicine for medical scrap). The result then has a multiplier added to it based on how well picked over the area is (and as applied by the GM). The Multiplier table is: Barren: x5 (Supermarkets and other well-known pre-war sources of supplies, unless they have security) Searched: x10 (Anything on a Caravan Route or near a settlement.) Once-Overed: x20 (Your average subway.) Untouched: x30 (Your average tunnel or mostly-unused, ghoul-infested subway) Well-Stocked: x40 (A seasoned Wastelander's stash, or a well-secured pre-war supermarket) Gold Mine: x50 (A government base, still protected by their security)
The end result is the amount of usuable scrap you find for that search.
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:36:16 GMT
Amber accepts the nut, blinking owlishly. She holds it with her free hand. Maybe it's the yellow pokemon's snack or something? She'll bring it out later, maybe. For now she slips it into her pocket, then turns her attention to the cuddly little yellow creature.
"I think your friend is going to come with us. You could too, if you want. They're all pretty nice, even Cecil," She says quietly. She hesitates for a moment, before pulling on of the balls out of her pocket and staring at it. The elekid didn't seem to be hurt from the ball...and it was less dangerous than letting a wild animal roam wild with them... There was something in her that felt a little sick as she held it out, though, and she couldn't help but think of how /different/ the pokemon tended to be after they were caught. Was she erasing who this one was, by doing this?
"Just tap this, if you want. You don't have to, though. Nobody will make you."
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:36:31 GMT
Bunnie scans her newly caught Pokemon, and lets it out of the Pokeball.
"Dang girl, you're looking like you want to have a good time."
Miss Maples begins to start looking through the truck, almost as if there were something there before that had her attention.
"Whatcha got there little thing?"
Pickup Roll: 17
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:36:49 GMT
The moment it was apparently safe, Joe had already begun rummaging frantically through the crates in the back of the truck - no telling how much time they had until some other threat showed up. "Yeah, uh, I'm okay. There's usable stuff in here, we better grab what we can and go before we attract more attention..."Mesmerized by the sapling's disappearance into the ball, Grimer stared for a good twenty seconds before sliding around to envelop the ball into its mass, then schlorped over to Christime and presented itself and the Pokeball - it seemed the blob understood on some level what she was doing. Food Foraging - 24
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:37:04 GMT
Once he's finished his cigarette, Cecil leaves the Elekid with Amber and the rodent. He beckons Boneyard to follow him around inside of the trailer, intentionally avoiding making eye contact with the tech as she smiles at him. Tucking his head a little lower into his collar, he can feel his cheeks warm as he sets about fishing through the vault tech crates for anything of definable use.
630 Food Scrap found, in the form of small packets of dried fruits, and some heavily salted, jerked meat. 7 Perception Roll
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:37:23 GMT
"Ugh..." Christine said, staring at the Grimer. She'd had to deal with enough sights and smells in the medical bay, but this...really was something else. Why was it coming towards her? "Oh. Is that another one? Do I need to take care of this one too? Oh, and I suppose you, also." She releases the...small treelike creature from the proffered ball, and pulls out her medical kit, getting to work on both the morass... somehow, and the tree, which was almost equally odd, being... more like rock than flesh. After that she looks to see if there was anything that she could use to find to replenish her stocks. Sadly...while there was a fair amount of things, not much of it was medical. At least it was enough to roughly bring her back to the levels she left the vault with. First aid kit on Grimer and Bonsly. Bonsly heals 24 HP, Grimer 30 HP. Rolls a measly 17 for scrapfinding, meaning 510 in this case.
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:37:47 GMT
The little mouse looks between Amber, offering the pokeball, to the squat yellow humanoid that Cecil's 'dex has labled an "Elekid". After a moment, it gives another squeak, and taps the pokeball, getting sucked in and synced to the ball easily. Bunnie, you scan your new companion as he waddles back over, rummaging through the shredded cushions for several minutes. Munchlax, the Big Eater pokemon. These pokemon, like their evolved forms, were engineered as biological waste disposal units, with stomach acid capable of melting down even bone. It eats voraciously, up to its body weight per day, and will even store food for later in its long fur. Synching with pokeball. Subject is using 7% of cull potential. The little Munchlax finally finds what it was looking for, popping up and handing Bunnie a strange, dark grey stone with odd pock-marks and a slightly metallic sheen when turned in the light. It's a Moon Stone! Going through the crates in the two smashed open trucks, you find a number of foil-sealed packets that are probably still safe to eat. You recognize them as emergency rations from the Vault. Bland and not really all that tasty, but they're filling, high in vitamins and fiber, and they're pretty much indestructible. More tempting are the number of berry bushes and plants that Boneyard is sniffing at and nibbling on, growing around the truck frames. There's plenty of juicy berries, and from the ancient field guide that Joe had studied back when he was younger and still had hopes of leaving the Vault, he recognizes mint, chamomile, and several other herbs that he'd only seen in pictures before. Cecil, as you nose around the front truck, you notice two things. The first is that concealed under the layers of plantlife, is a faded biohazard symbol on the side of the truck. The other is that in the front cab, which looks like it sort of exploded outwards, is an ancient holodisk, the kind that messages and games can be recorded on. It looks like it still works. Amber, as Joe is tossing crates aside, looking for more food, something catches your eye. A small toolkit, with intricate tools and parts you're not familiar with has spilled slightly. The crat it came from has other mechanical parts and bits and bobs contained within it as well. You might be able to use these for something... And there's the broken remnants of the pokeball that had failed still lying on the ground. It's a pokeball toolkit
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:38:39 GMT
After rooting through the truck looking for medical supplies, Christine knew that there was one thing that she had to get out of the way, before it festered like an untreated wound. She goes to find Cecil, and snaps at him, "What the hell were you thinking, trying to push me out of the way of helping Clement back there? Excuse me if I don't do things the way you want, but I've been trained in how to do one thing in life. And that's be a medic. My job - my duty, my oath - is to do what I can to stop the suffering in others. So that's what I'm damn well going to do, DeLoria. So next time, let me do my job, and I'll deal with the consequences myself." She softens a bit, tirade over. "But, don't worry. I'll make sure to not die on you guys."
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:38:55 GMT
After the small pokemon vanishes into the ball, Amber smiles tightly. She wants to release it, but... Better to help out! She pockets the ball and wanders, helping to find stuff. Besides a few mechanical bits that she finally shoves into her bag to sort later, the kit...she has absolutely no idea what it's /for/, but it certainly looks important. It might be useful once she had a better look at technology outside of the vault!
She tucks it away, shrugging, and finally straights up and go back to the group. "I found some parts, not sure what I can put together with them, but there were some tools that looked like the might go together," She shrugs, vaguely distracted. The other seem to be busy with their own searches, so she takes a moment to collect the broken shells of the pokeball that exploded in case they might be useful. Leaning against a tree, she pulls out her pokedex and the two pokeballs she collected with their new contents and hums, seeing if the dex will scan through the balls.
Either way, she'll release the Pichu. If the previous scan didn't work, she'll use it once the small yellow pokemon appears, leaving the sneasel inside its ball for now. The small pokemon seems a bit dazed, compared to its earlier excitable personality, but still somehow ends up scampering up on Amber's shoulder and nuzzling into the side of her head, holding onto her hair to keep its balance. It tugs a little, and she winces and tries her best not to dislodge it.
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:39:11 GMT
Stuffing herbs and berries into a padded pocket - it was a little dirty from carrying various tools and spare parts, but nothing that would spoil the food - Joe jerked to attention when he felt something damp tugging at his leg. The sight of the Grimer staring up at him did little to reduce his anxiety. He quickly withdrew the Pokemon, only for another ball to fall to the ground as it dematerialized, presumably the one he'd caught the sapling in. Grimacing as he picked it up, he wiped the viscous sheen it had accrued from the Grimer's grip off on his coverall and grudgingly scanned it with his Vault-dex.
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:39:29 GMT
Elekid rounded the trailer after Pichu disappeared into the Pokeball, giving Amber a few sideways looks on it's way. It finds Cecil sitting in the scrub beside a faded biohazard symbol.
As Christine verbally set into him, the muscles in Cecil's face and neck tightened for a fight. "The next time you go looking to be helpful, maybe think for a damn second before you go charging headlong into a tense situation all doe eyed and bandages flying? Did you think for even one second that those claws wouldn't fall on you? You put yourself in a life or death situation for a goddamn animal! They're barely self aware for fuck's sake, and here you are 'no please, let me help you'?!" He got to his feet and took an aggressive step towards her. "What if it'd got reactionary with you?! I know full well in shots season you got punched at least once. You heard your fuckin' Dex, it's a goddamn psychic, supposed to be registered with some council or some shit! It's more dangerous then anything else we've encountered and you're playing doctor without even knowing what it was." Cecil spat and let out a long, fierce sigh, working his fingers through his bangs vigorously. "You're getting pissed at me because you're so blinded by your need to 'ease suffering' that you're putting everyone -here- AND -in the vault- at risk! Smarten the fuck up." Cecil backed off a little and jerked a hand towards the biohazard symbol. "That's probably relevant." His tone was more bored and annoyed now, and he turned away from her, settling his attentions on his find.
Making his way out of sight of Christine and wanting nothing more to do with her in the moment, the boy turned the disc over in his hands a few times, admiring it, before he slats it into his Vault-Dex. First sort of whole tech they'd come across in their time abroad, may as well give it a once over.
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:39:43 GMT
Christine opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it again. This was just something that they'd never see eye to eye on. God damnit, DeLoria. All life is worth something. I can't save it all, but I have to try. At least until it tries to kill us. But. Not. Before. She wanted to say all of that... but she knew it would just make things worse.
"We'll see what comes to pass... One of us is going to have to give, eventually." she says to herself, leaving Cecil to look at...whatever he was looking at...waitasecond. "Be careful around that!" she cries, recognizing the symbol. "I don't know what it's referring to, but those symbols are never a good thing. Usually warning of something fairly lethal in some way or another."
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:40:13 GMT
Bunnie takes the Moon Stone from Miss Maples, looking it over. "Well this is awfully pretty. Thank you Miss Maples, that was super nice of you." She returns the Munchlax to her Pokeball and listens as Cecil goes off on Christine. She considered talking to him about it in private momentarily, but then remembered it would probably fall on deaf ears. His head was thicker than the Vault walls when he wanted to be.
She shakes her head and begins wondering what exactly they should do about shelter. It would be getting dark before too long.
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Post by Lockdown on Aug 24, 2016 15:41:27 GMT
As the group rests after the adrenaline-charged combat, tempers are snapping and fraying around. Coupled with echoing growls and gurgles from midsections, it seems that, in the excitement to find the source of the radio broadcast, none of the group had thought to eat. Fiddling with the Vault-Dex, Amber does find that it can bring up information on mon inside a pokeball without releasing them for a scan. Sneasel, the Sharp Claw pokemon. Dark and Ice type. Bred originally as aids to arctic-region hunters and trappers, this pokemon's viciousness is only equaled by its cunning. Capable of extending its claws for combat and to startle opponents, it can also use them as a climbing aid, punching them through wood or even thin metal to gain purchase. They are pack hunters, able to see in the dark and operate in extremely cold weather. This subject is using 6% of its full potential. The screen brings up a wireframe image, which is quickly filled in with a slashing little hunter. The next image it brings up is much cuter, the tiny little mouse waving and hopping excitedly up and down. Pichu, the Tiny Mouse pokemon. Electric type. A popular pet due to it and its evolution's innate cuteness, Pichu were a very early experiment in bio-electric generators. They have little control of their produced power, and often ground the electrical sacs in their cheeks by accident, shocking themselves and anyone touching them when startled or highly emotional. They are also capable of pulling static charges from the air and storing the energy in their cheek pouches. This subject is utilizing 6% of its full potential.Over with Joe, the coating on his new acquisition's pokeball actually seems to have been etched a little, but the case is otherwise unmarred. Bringing up the scanning program, you get: Bonsly, the Bonsai pokemon. Rock type. Originally used as a status symbol by the rich, Bonsly adjust the fluid levels in their bodies by "crying". These pokemon were attempted to be weaponized as ambush shock troops, but met with limited success due to the fact that they preform best in arid environments and have a natural aversion to large quantities of water. This specimen is utilizing 6% of its full potential.Cecil, stalking off, finds a fairly dry spot on the leeward side of the middle truck. Settling down, a sharp zap and a minor flash of pain has him yelping. Elekid is nearby, looking none too pleased, and Cecil can still see the faintest flickers of electricity arcing over the mon's bulky arms. Ignoring it for now, he inserts the holodisk he found in the slot on top of his Vault-Dex. A selection of three dated entries comes up, and begin auto-playing in sequential order. 10/23/2077male speaker begins talking. Travel log, last update before we get this crap to the Vault up in the hills. Seriously, these people worried about escalation are stupid, the government's got a handle on things. I mean, so we had to round up a few insurgents, and a couple of spies. Some people are acting like they're being executed in the streets, not being sent to detainment camps so the truth can be sussed out. I'm just glad I'm not further south, that plague has cropped up again an- what the hell?! There's sounds of crashing and screaming metal on metal, before the log cuts off abruptly 10/30/2077Male speaker, same as earlier log, seems to be in bad shape, muttering and rambling. Been nearly a week... finally found the recorder. Can't believe it still works. No idea what's going on. There was a column of light off to the west, in the city. Nearly blinded me. Derek and Henry are dead, the pileup mulched em, and I've got this busted drumstick. Been surviving on what I can, berries and dew mostly. The world's gone insane. Mon everywhere, roving bands of crazies... what the hell happened? Thank god that my truck's better built than the others, managed to hide out in it, can't get far with the broken leg. Got a nasty scare this morning, found that extra container we couldn't fit in my truck finally. Got thrown by the crash I guess, busted open. Some petri dishes and vials in it, all broken. Hope that it wasn't anything too bad... but they would have told me if that was the case, wouldn't they? Speaker cuts off and begins to cough and hack. Just that cold I was getting over, gotta be. I'm not gonna die out here... 11/21/2077Muted grunting sounds. A female voice, muffled. Hello? Please, is anyone there? I saw the smoke from your fire last week... I have a water filter, if you're willing to trade some food for using it... The voice gets louder, and suddenly there's a mishmash of howling and snarling, tearing metal, a woman screaming, and the unmistakable sound of electricity lashing through the air. The recording cuts off abruptly. Cecil, you notice that the Elekid perked up slightly during the last tape, listening intently, and looking around as if expecting something to show up. --- With darkness closing in, you need to set up camp for the night, and more importantly, get something in all your stomachs. The shattered trucks should provide shelter at least. And the next morning, perhaps you can find your way to this "Purewater". Hopefully they'll be able to help you in your quest to save your home.
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