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Post by Robot on Jan 8, 2017 11:58:15 GMT
Cecil hadn't said a word through Annie's final moments, and as they reconvened, still seemed to be in a bit of a daze. What little he had known of her, the aggression, leadership of her band, and preparedness in taking a sheltered site had not been what he felt a stirring over. Annie was, and now she was not. It hadn't ended with a screech or even a whimper, she had just quietly become one with nothingness and left a world behind that didn't care for her.
Maybe it was kinder that way, a little pinch from a needle and then nothing else. No pain, no adrenaline, no playing the odds. No, it was the most horrifying thing he could think of. Better to suffer and fight. Cecil thought of Joe. Was it? Was it really? The scene had played out in his head so many different ways, and he'd never had the courage to ask Bunnie more. When Amber was near enough, he gave her shoulder a little squeeze and forced a smile. "Hey."
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 8, 2017 17:32:16 GMT
Amber visibly gapes at Christine's sudden speech, only after she finishes forcing herself back into placidity. She's quiet following their exchange, not wanting to upset what feels like a fragile balance. She glances over at the feel of a hand on her shoulder and blinks quietly at Cecil. "Hello, Cecil. Have you finished your business?" She asks, somewhat evasively.
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Post by Robot on Jan 8, 2017 22:46:52 GMT
There was the tug of a frown at his lips, and the attempt at lightheartedness died with the vaguest reference to Annie. The greaser let his hand slide from Amber's shoulder the way water rolls off a duck's back. A fluid, almost effortless momentum with no chance of recovery. With a small, grim nod, he turned his back on the mechanic and started from the guard post.
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 10, 2017 17:47:32 GMT
The next few days pass in relative peace as the group prepares to return to the Vault, and descend into its depths. Supplies are gathered, your pokemon are trained and rested, and after much cajoling and wheedling on Amber's part, you are able to procure the services of the Jalopy once more; though it has apparently been reinforced, and a covering of melted plastic has been added to the undercarriage to discourage any hungry steel types from taking a nibble. The back storage seems to have been enlarged and reinforced as well, allowing for the transportation of heavier objects without fear of punching through the bottom. The weather when you set out is oppressive, low gray clouds scudding across the sky, seemingly roofing the vast expanse; containing it. The trip back is thankfully uneventful, and Kat sees signs that the Nidoking may have moved on to a new territory, probably having hunted down all the prey it could here. Arriving at the old clinic, no one appears to have been by since you left; and the Vault-tec door remains sealed. It's only a matter of scanning the ID card you found through the card reader, and the symbol lights up. There's a pained groaning sound before the protective door slides downwards, revealing a set of elevator doors, which glide open almost soundlessly to reveal a small red-carpeted chamber, with a monitor inset on one side and a panel with two buttons on it, labeled F1 and B1. Perception checks from everyone please
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Post by DataNinja on Jan 13, 2017 3:40:33 GMT
After her rambling outburst, Christine mostly tried to stay out of everyone's way, and just look over her Pokémon. She tried not to spend too much time bothering the others... but also tries to not go too far, in case her services were needed. This led her to an unstable equilibrium, where she would go outside, and try experimenting with what her Pokémon could do (Clement secretly, she still remembered the distrust of Psychic types), until she had enough of the wide open expanse, and had to go back inside... where she would stay until she started feeling like she was bothering people, and the cycle would repeat. One thing that did end up surprising her was Coiffe. The bird after a couple of days, had done that thing Bones and Amber's mouse had done. It didn't seem much different... until it had emitted embers when it was pecking at the ground. That was a little terrifying. Especially because it continued trying to perch on top of her head and preen her hair. It was far too big and heavy. Eventually, she seemed to have (mostly) reached a compromise, where she sat down with the bird on her lap, and it would preen there. Although it kept trying to sneak onto her head. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of awkward days, and half-sleepless nights, it was time to head back to the Vault. Or, rather a Vault. Not their Vault. With that in mind, she gives one last attempt at making sure everyone else was dead set on doing this, as the elevator slides open. "Are we sure this is a good idea? How do you think our Vault would react to people coming in? Though, based on what we've seen out here, they might be happy to see us... as new test subjects." She inwardly shudders again, glad that they had dismantled that machine before it could be used again. Such a thing shouldn't exist. "I mean... I get that there are probably the parts that we need down there, but the people down there probably won't want to part with them. This just... seems like a bad idea, I guess."Perception: 12
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Post by David Hilm on Jan 13, 2017 19:01:44 GMT
Bunnie takes some time out each day to let Ms. Maples get some time to roam. The little creature seemed to feel like the best way to keep Bunnie in high spirits was to bring her gifts. Bunnie couldn't disagree with her assessment. Feeling braver than before, she also takes some time to interact with her other Pokemon one at a time. She does her best to remember that the Pokemon themselves were under the influence of something else and couldn't be held responsible for what happened any more than she could. Doug seemed to have warmed up to her again quickly, and she had to admit it warmed her heart to see the little bugger happy. She lets Joe's Grimer out of its Pokeball, and does her best to show it affection despite its horrific odor. Not knowing exactly how to show affection to a literal pile of sludge, she tries petting it(and washing her hands for what felt like a million times after each time) and talking politely to it the way she would anyone else. For what its worth, the Grimer seemed oblivious to the disappearance of Joe, which was probably a good thing. As Bunnie interacts with her Pokemon, she starts to come out of her shell more and more. Definitely not back to her old self, but something closer. On the second night she had a nightmare of the Genechildren, and reaching into her jacket pocket for her gun had somehow become a reflex. The device offered her a sense of safety, which was for the better.
Having noticed the changes in some of the other Pokemon, Bunnie starts speculating inwardly about how her own Pokemon might change when they evolved. The Grimer couldn't possibly stay a pile of sludge, right? Christine's bird seemed to go through a significant change, so maybe it would to. Possibly even look like one of the buff guard Pokemon that were used back is Purewater. Hopefully anyway. Thinking about the mouse, she speculates on Doug and Gary's changes. Gary would probably turn into some terrifying wolf thing. Maybe even big enough to go on rides. She hoped Doug and Ms. Maples both stayed adorable.
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Post by Robot on Jan 14, 2017 3:37:01 GMT
Cecil spent the days leading up to their return to the vault acclimating himself to the raider's Pokemon he was now looking after, as well as the young Dunsparce that Bunnie had given him. It was some sort of snake-bird as far as he could tell, and was very fond of dark places. Small as it was, and having been assured by Kat that it wasn't poisonous at all, he regularly left it out while relaxing or sleeping. Other then checking on Marissa on occasion, and waking up startled to find Dune nestled into the lapel of his leather jacket for warmth after a couple days of getting used to the serpent, the boy had been strangely quiet.
Death was a lot to think about, and it was everywhere on the surface. "We're just scouting Christine. Best case scenario it's completely empty, and we walk out with what we need for home and we're done. There's a lot of worst cases... let's just play it by ear, that's the intent." Cecil gently rubbed Dune's chin nubs.
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 14, 2017 19:40:56 GMT
Amber trails behind the group, carefully parking the jalopy and making sure it's secure before cautiously wandering towards the vault entrance after the others. "You're not wrong," She mutters in response to Christine's comments. "And we'll have to be...careful. But if there's a chance this could help our people, then we have to at least try..."
She scans the area around them intently, looking for signs of returning raiders. At her feet, Sapphire fumbles with a shiny bit from her scrap collection, holding the piece of metal up to let it shine reflections onto objects around them.
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Post by Seya on Jan 16, 2017 2:55:33 GMT
Kat spends most of her free days in a sort of lull, going about training her pokemon and hanging out with the vaulties with much less vigor than usual. Knowing they'll be heading down into a vault soon--abandoned or otherwise--makes her anxious, and she works off that worry by heading out into the wilds near her old home and taking out her frustration on the trees. She makes sure to stay far, far clear of the goddamned pit, and doesn't speak much of where she's been when it comes to retiring into the bus each night.
On the day of the trip back out, she makes sure her weapons are in tip-top shape and helps to lead the pack, twisting her expression into a kind of permanent scowl for the entire ride over. Was this going to be exciting? Perhaps. But she didn't much fancy the thought of being trapped in a steel box deep underground.
Rosco takes his usual place on her shoulder as they draw close. "You lot know your way around these things better'n I do," she reminds them, tugging at one of the colored ribbons tied into her hair until her scalp ached. Good and distracting. "Just tell me where to smack, if needed, and then let's get out. Worst case scenario there're still people down there tryna protect their shit. Best case, we got first dibs on loot."
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 19, 2017 2:25:42 GMT
As the party enters the elevator, they pick up on several small details. Scratches and faint gouges in the metal of the interior doors, as if something had tried clawing at them futilely. Inside some of the thick red carpet is flecked with stiff brown stains. The air in the car is by no means fresh either, carrying a hint of stale mustiness, while still being breathable.
The F1 button had been glowing until a few moments after the doors opened. Apparently the only way to go from here was down... As the doors glide shut, you all feel a chill run across your spines.
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