Re: Fallout Equestria: The Kingdom

[Katarn]

Jayne opens door in Klinik and sees Blood. "Hey...I remember you from earlier..could..could you see if you could patch me up? I'll pay after treatment."

[222222]

*the yellow earth pony buck by the bounty board jerks awake and looks around, seeing nothing threatening he gets up, stretches, and checks his bags to make sure everything is accounted for. Everything in order, he looks to the bounty board, disappointed to find it empty. Looking around the town he decides to make his way to the bar, when he notices a large Unicorn and a normal pony, that appears to be a ghoul, talking in a strange language*
Excuse me, he says, do you speak Equestrian?

((just finished practice, clear to RP for a few hours))

[Admiral Stoic Rum]

Painkiller jerks his head to the New Pony. "No not at all, couldn't understand a word of what you just asked me." He replies in perfectly fluent Eqquish.

[Ironmonger]

Cast Iron turns to the one addressing him. Standing nearly two heads taller than the buck he must turn his head downward. "Ja sir. Vat can ve do for you?" he says with smile.

[222222]

The buck gives Painkiller a quizzical look
"Oh all right then."
Turns to Cast Iron
"Are you from around here? Because I've never heard that language before"

[Ironmonger]

Cast Iron shakes his head. "Nein, I am from Germane. Ex Germane military, sharpshooter, Captain Cast Iron at your service, mein freund."

[Admiral Stoic Rum]

Painkiller rolls his eyes, "Nope, neither of us are from around these parts, otherwise we wouldn't stand around like a pair of tourists. How about you, you from around here?"

[222222]

"Oh cool. My name is Frank. I don't suppose you came here with a caravan did you?"

[Ironmonger]

Cast Iron's tactical senses kick in. "Maybe, maybe not. Vy do you vant to know?" he says, adopting a firmer stance.

[Admiral Stoic Rum]

Pain taps his hoof a bit, "I wouldn't call it a caravan so much as a group of entrepreneurs with common survival goals. You saw the fire out on the horizon last night did you not? That was where we made camp. It was razed, barely got out alive."

[Ironmonger]

Cast scrunches up his nose. "Fucking rocket artillery, I tell you vat."

[Admiral Stoic Rum]

Painkiller twitches his head up at his taller companion, "I saw that hard on, you get it when you think of big guns."

[Ironmonger]

Cast Iron just stares at the doktor blankly. "Vat. I don't even..."

[222222]

"Well I was just thinking since you aren't from around here you probably aren't planning to stay here long, and I was just looking for a caravan to sign up with to get outta this deadbeat town. I don't suppose you guys are looking for another hoove to join your group of entrpreners?
*Puts on his best desperate plea face*

[222222]

*his face blanches at the hard on comment*

Er uh actually what's an entreprener? It's not a sex thing is it?

[Admiral Stoic Rum]

"There you see it! He thinking about a minigun, I know it." the doctor narrows his eyes at Cast Iron then turns his attention to Frank. "Well Frank, I'm Doctor Painkiller or Dr. Pain for short. We are travelling together, and no you can't share our tent at night. It gets too sweaty with too many bodies inside."

[Ironmonger]

Cast Iron regains his smile. "Zat depends on your skills. Can you pull your own veight during our travels?"

[222222]

*in response to iron*
Pull my weight? I was born and raised on the trails of the wasteland! I can pull darn near anything, and for as long as you need. But with a big guy like you, why do you need me to pull stuff?

[Ironmonger]

Cast leans in close to the doktor.

whisper to painkiller:

"As long as you are good vith a gun I see no problem vith you tagging along."

[Admiral Stoic Rum]

"What he means is will we have to pull your ass out of the fire if the pot gets knocked over." Painkiller steps in to clarify. "His Eqquish is better than mine, but I do get metaphors better."

"whispers back to Cast":

[222222]

"Well not exactly a gun exactly, but my pa taught me everything he knew about caravaning before he took to drinking, and I learned how to defend myself with these if I really have to" he says, brandishing his hooves, one of which has a leather bracer with jagged pieces of metal poking from it, and looking hopeful

[Admiral Stoic Rum]

Painkiller catches a glimpse of the Spiked hooves, "Yeah that'll probably do some damage, particularly when you rub it with plenty of dirt. Wounds would become septic and infections would spread."

"whisper to Cast":

[Guest]

He leads Flower off to the east fields when he's sure the two of them are alone he nods to the filly. "Go ahead."

While his daughter plays he takes a look around the field.

[Perception: 6 9+1] His ears perked hearing flies off in the distance and follows them finding a dead brahmin and several mostly intact Bloatsprites.

[222222]

"Well I don't know about dirt, but when I hit something there is lots of blood. Especially when I hit them in the face. The face is really bloody."

((Just sat down to dinner, will still post from my phone but more sporadically))

[Guest]

[Luck: 5 (7)]

[CamoBadger]

After looting all 10 bloatsprites and the brahmin, Tumbleweed has found:
-6 strips of Bloatsprite meat
-1 uncooked piece of brahmin meat
-2 bloatfly wings

(Pick what to keep and what to leave behind, or take all of it)

[Ironmonger]

whisper to painkiller:

[Admiral Stoic Rum]

"There he goes again! Keep it in your sheath!" Painkiller declares out loud.

[Guest]

Tumble grabs every piece of usable meat and any intact wings. Once he's grabbed everything he turns back to his daughter smiling slightly as he watches her play.

[Ironmonger]

A huge grin appears on Cast Iron's face. "Squad automatic veapons, miniguns, rocket launchers, high-explosive anti-tank, anti-materiel rifles...!" he says to the Doktor, attempting to harass him.

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