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@, Vincent was tired... he should have heard the loud hoofsteps of a pony in power armor miles away. As it ended up, he didn't realize there was anything with him until he heard the telltale sound of the pony walking on the stairway, quickly standing up straight and dashing off into a side room. He knew hiding was pointless: Those suits had E.F.S, so he was certain to be a blip on it... he was tempted to dive out of a window and just fly off... but honestly, he was pretty sure he'd collapse if he flew anymore that day. He knew Steel Rangers weren't the friendliest bunch, and if things turned sour he'd turn tail and fly... but he hoped it didn't come to that. Alternatively, he could try and shoot him... but Vincent was counting his rounds and he didn't have alot... he he wasn't sure if his rounds, as powerful as the Taurus was, could punch through a Steel Ranger's armor... maybe right up against it... and maybe at the eye slits... but he didn't want to risk it. The question suddenly boomed out, filling the building, forcing Vincent to awnser... staying near the window to flee if he had to. "Nope!" He called back. "Well, Technically no. No ponies anyway."

@, Well.... fuck. Vincent had been traveling with a changeling and a Stable pony, and it'd been a rather... awkward trip. He'd nearly killed the Stable pony for a slight he hadn't even made on purpose. Vincent had stayed with them, but after awhile said he'd split up. He apologized, but he didn't want to travel with them... mostly because he felt they couldn't exactly trust him after he launched himself at Knight and nearly slit his throat. He was flying, now... in one direction... towards the last place he'd heard where she, Anaphora, was. He was tired, he was hungry,but he had to get there.Barren Plains. Barren Plains, Barren Plains. That's where she'd been heading, and he was going to find her... if he could. Otherwise known as 'Radscorpian Hellho- OH CELESTIA IT'S POISONING MY EVERYTHING' by everyone that had ever been there. But Vincent was tired... so tired... he wanted to keep flying, to get there, and find her... but he was about to collapse and crash. He noticed a MWT building just below and flew down, entering in a broken window. He quickly pulled out his revolver, having to clear the floor at the very least before he even thought about resting.

@@Mixbeat, BTW, what about DLC? Would we be playing through any or all of them?

I don't currently own the game on steam... (I have played it before)... but with the Steam Summer sale just around the corner, I DO plan to pick it up if it gets a price-slash.

@@Guardian Braveheart, @, Vincent stared straight at Renatus, even as he heard Knight shouting at him... although his eyes darted towards the stallion as he spoke of attacking her if provoked. He nodded slightly at that: after all, if she provoked them, he could not blame them for fighting back... when the Changeling spoke of attacking her if she had slaves, Vincent made a lunging motion towards him... but stopped, mostly trying to intimidate the Changeling. He turned towards Knight as he heard them spoke... they were heading the same way he was..." I`ll come along... saftey in numbers, and all that." He figured it was for the best... that pair from before seemed more likely to shoot them in the back than pay them... he mentioned, like Renatus, stopping her if she had slaves... "Look... I... I understand you have to go after her if you see she has slaves but... you don't understand. She'd not a fighter, never was... you don't have to kill her..." he said, in a rare moment of desperation, his eyes growing soft as an almost desperate look came over him... before stiffening and returning his expression to it's normal complexion,walking out the door.

@, Vincent glanced at the gun pointed at his face by the Changeling, staring down over the barrel into Renatus' eyes. It was a fair enough question, and part of Vincent knew it. Even not having really heard the recording about Renatus' imprisonment, he could understand the concerns, especially with how... violent Vincent had become.It seemed he was only now truly coming out of his stupor. "I`ve saved your life from that Enclave pony twice over, Renatus. You owe it to me to stand down." Vincent said plainly, glaring at the Changeling from down the barrel of the gun. If he was afraid of getting shot, he didn't show it. "And I have a right to my own secrets... suffice to say, I give you my word, on my honor as a merc, I have no plans to sell you off or take her to her to be captured.I will not, however, stand idly by while you hunt her down to kill her by draining her..." @@Guardian Braveheart,

Vincent's mind cleared... slightly. But he was angry... his blood boiling as he looked at Knight, the drunken pony as he was choked. The question only seemed to anger him more, making him roar again. It was unfair, to be certain. Knight didn't know. As far as he knew, Ana was just another slaver. And... well, Vincent had never directly interfered with someone going after her before... he'd seen her poster, known she had a bounty, but for some reason... with the memory dug back up, he had lost himself... part of him still just saw Ana as the little mare he knew growing up, with an overgrown mane who wasn't happy with where she was in life, who was sick of seeing her dad and Vincent come home injured and scarred with only a few caps to show for their work, often gone for months and weeks doing jobs with her unsure if they were alive or dead. Vincent's voice was a low, threatening growl as he stared deeply into Knight's eyes, a fire burning in his pupils. "Listen closely... you go after her... you hunt her down... you mention killing her... anything... i`ll rip off your own hooves and beat you to death with them..." he seemed to hold the drunken knight's throat abit longer, for emphasis, before finally loosening his grip. @@Guardian Braveheart, (Yeah... Vincent can be kinda bloodthirsty... )

@@Guardian Braveheart, @, Vincent was... well, quite plainly, completely out of it. He sat on the dirty, stained, disgusting couch and staring off into space. The nightmare, even if the others obviously didn't know about it, left him rather unhinged and deep in thought. It had dug up memories and fears he had buried long ago... rather forcefully. The two talking before him? Ignored. Renatus screaming and bucking around the room? Completely missed by the season merc. What did eventually bring him out of his stupor was the mention of a slaver, of hearing Anaphora's name... him instantly perking up and looking at Knight, whom seemed to imply they hunt down Anaphora... and feed allow Renatus to feed off her emotions, draining her. Vincent flipped, instantly launching himself towards the Stable pony, rolling across the floor of the motel room until he pinned him to the nearby wall, roaring loudly like a lion directly into the stallion's face. "No!" he screamed angrilly, wrapping a talon around the stallion's throat, huffing angrilly and he glared daggers. Normally, Vincent wouldn't have done this... but he was shaken by the nightmare, and the idea of someone hunting down his childhood friend, someone who was like family, a little sister to him...

Click... Click... Click... Cl- Vincent's eyes oppened wide as he was prodded, glancing about the entire room, trying to remember where the hell he was... for some reason, the events of the previous day eluded him as he first awoke. Once he remembered, he forced himself onto his 4 feet. "Alright... get some rest..." he muttered as he climbed from the bed, walking towards the door. He stood there, trying to distract himself, taking out Taurus and cleaning it, making sure it wouldn't jam or anything like that, trying to distract himself... but it was futile, his mind refuseing to ignore his latest dream... He hadn't expected mention of Anaphora to cause something like that... he tried to shake both the imagery and the words themselves from his mind... he had a job to do... he couldn't be distracted... couldn't... couldn't do something stupid like try to run after her... save her... doing anything like that would... would just be dumb... Yet... he couldn't ignore the fact that just about every fiber of his being was yelling at him to dash out that door, fly out in the direction those NER troops had mentioned, track her down and... and... he didn't know what after that. Shoot her? Get shot by her? Ask questions? Stand there awkwardly? Die just trying to get to her? He didn't know... he didn't even know if he wanted to do that... he... he had a job. He always completed the job... but... Anaphora might have been worth leaveing any job for... He was so deep in thought, he barely noticed when the sun rose... his shift had been over 10 minutes before he finally realized he had to wake up the rest, going over to each of their beds and shaking them awake. @@Guardian Braveheart, @@Scribblegroove,

Vincent walked past the pair, intent on ignoring them. It was strange to see NER troops this far... were they scouts? He hoped not. They were spread too thin for their own good, and trying to annex this territory would just make things worse... he stopped dead in his tracks as he heard them talk about a bounty... and drop a name. Anaphora... it was a name he knew well, and a very distinct name. He listened... she was running somewhere dangerous... and once again he had to make a choice... there were bounty hunters after her. That was clear. Maybe not chasing after her directly, due to another outstanding bounty... and she was running headfirst into a dangerous location... He stood there, trying to decide... before walking into the room. He'd made his decision, years ago, on where he stood with her... he was going to atleast stand by it...and he had a contract. He always finished the contract... When he heard Lon speak, he nodded simply, laying down on one of the beds, closing his eyes and allowing himself to fall asleep for his watch... he'd had a long day, and some rest would be good as he forced memories of Anaphora out of his mind... Sadly, his mind had other plans... shortly after he fell asleep, he found himself... well, he had no idea where... the ground seemed to be a red, swirling mass... the sky was filled with a mixture of chains, cages, pony copses and whips... and before him, up on a pile of cages, sat his oldest friend... she sat on a throne. The throne was simply monstrous... it was made of ponies, living ponies. They all wore slave collars... some beeped. They sobbed, and wailed, all clearly alive and of various ages and species. There were earth ponies, unicorns, zebras... a griffon... the two mares that served as fore-hoof rest had clearly been violated, recently... they were all suffering, but in Vincent's mind he could tell one thing: Anaphora herself hadn't done this. She'd simply sold them to the people that did... as if that was better... "Oh! Vincent, you're here..." she said, sounding gleeful, drinking what must have been a very expensive and frivolous glass of wine. "Ana... I came to get you to stop this... this isn't you!" He shouted, attempting to stamp his talon down dramatically, not even noticing it sank into the ground. "Ohoho... isn't me? And what do you know of me, really Vincent? Did you think I was your friend? That I cared about you? Some griffon?" she said, chuckling sadistically. "Oh, I pretended... acted as if we were friends... close... like I would do anything for you, as you would for me... the truth is, Vincent..." she said, setting the wine glass down on the mare who served as a hoofrest's head, "... Is I was using you. Are you surprised? You shouldn't be... you've seen me do it a thousand times... manipulate... lie... do whatever it took... did you think any of my family cared about you? Father just thought having a griffon protege would bring in more caps... and give another target to be shot at... had you died 'learning' from him, none would have cared...Why, if I could slap a collar on you right now, i`d sell you in a heart beat." she smiled lightly at that as Vincent glared at her from below. "Just... just stop this Ana! This is monstrous, and you know it!"Vincent shouted, only eliciting a chuckle from Anaphora. "Monstrous?" she mare began, "No no no... Vincent.... I do little to these ponies... I feed them, I care for them, I take them to another. Sure, I earn some caps from the ordeal, but aside from that, karmatically, i`m clean!" she gestured to herself, he clothes and her coat completely spotless... "...as opposed to you, of course...." For the first time in this dream, Vincent looked down at himself... coated... utterly coated in blood... some of it was dry, long since stuck to his feathers... some fresh... still dripping from him. A little was his. Most of it wasn't. "How-" he began, swiftly interrupted, "from your jobs, of course... my my... quite the collection of corpses you've made..." Vincent shook himself "This... this doesn't count! My jobs are... are raider dens! Monsters! You take away innocent ponies!" again, a chuckle... the mare speaking once again... "tsk tsk... how we lie to ourselves... you believe yourself the innocent... were they all? True, many of your targets were raider strongholds... but what of your other ponies? That stallion you chased down in the plains? That mare you shot in the head, hiding in that cave? That stallion, who stood in front of you, between his kids.... who watched as you gunned down their father and skinned his cutie mark... oh, but you complete the job... you always complete the job..." she muttered happily. Vincent didn't even move...he glanced at the blood, seemingly trying to decide what came from what source... he noted for the first time that he lacked his black combat armor, or any sort of clothing or weaponry... "I`m...i`m..." he began, his mind whirling... "You... are a murderous, monstrous, blood thirsty beast... like all griffon's are deep down... don't be ashamed... you should embrace it... Griffon's are natural hunters and killers..." And image flashed before him... he was storming through some old school house... charging through, physically cutting down raider after raider... he shot those he couldn't lunge at and violently tear apart with his claws... this wasn't the first raider hideout he'd gone to. This was a few days after Anaphora announced herself as a slaver to him... he'd gone berserk, taken as many jobs that required killing as he could, and went and did them all...he hadn't slept since he started... he didn't remember eating eith- oh, wait, never mind. He just tore a raider's heart out and ate it. A colt ran up to him, just old enough to have his cutie mark... an eye on a pitchfork. Lovely. The colt attempted to cut him with a razor blade. His head was blown off,chucks of the colts brain covering Vincent. He reached his target... a mare, the presumed leader. She began to shout some profanity at him. He shot her in the front hoof with Taurus... then the other.... all 4 hooves, with holes punched through them by the massive rounds... she began wailing... he stared at her... and then shot her in the head... sitting down, covered in blood, surrounded by raider corpses... he looked to the ceiling... pushed his favorite revolver against his head.... pulled the trigger... click..... click.... click...

"Oh, uh, good." Yeah, good.Great. He chose, perhaps wisely, not to mention what had happened with Dojima to either Yosuke or Teddy. He was certain they'd just tease him and Chie over it. When the line of discussion came to Kanji, he shrugged. "Well, they have to walk from school... i`m certain they'll be here soon. " he raised an eyebrow at Yosuke though, "Did you seriously keep weapons under your clothes? All day? While working?" it seemed abit odd... what if it had slipped out? Not that he was one to judge... it'd always be a secret how he hid his swords under his clothes... Kanji turned as the student jogged up next to him, slowing down to accommodate. "Yeah, she was. I`m sure she`ll catch up... she wouldn't miss this for the world." he knew she wouldn't let them down. She never had. As they walked, he glanced at Sekel again, "I noticed Mariku wasn't here today... kinda weird... think he went into the TV...?" he hoped not... he'd have to be a pretty big idiot... @,

"Yeah... he must have... heh.. heh..." he said, giving another awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of his head nervously as they walked to the Junes. "Sorry about that... don't know why Dojima would think you and I would be... um... y'know." He muttered.Erg, he shouldn't have brought it up again... he was just making things awkward between them, and that was the last thing he wanted. Why had Dojima even done that? What, was he the new Mr. Morroka, assumeing they were a couple of hormonal kids? He tried not to think about it as they walked, arriveing at the store not too long after... he hoped his face had atleast stopped being red. Kanji, of course, dashed of to Junes the minute school was out. He'd tried to find the other kid, but from what a couple of students from his class told him, he'd been called in sick... suspicious... @, @,

Vincent blinked as the group was chastised... he had no idea if he was being thrown in with the group. He didn't particularly see how that would've been fair, considering he had been avoiding the squabble... all he'd done was threaten a potential threat. The fact that he considered the threats invalid seemed rather foolish on Neuro's part... the Enclave, grunt or not, had energy weapons, and all it would take is one lightning fast shot to turn his new employer into dust... Regardless, he remained quiet. There was no purpose in continueing this argument. Even he couldn't keep himself from rolling his eyes... this Enclave Stallion really thought he could take him? Vincent had to look no further than his busted wing to know that wasn't true. He'd ensured he'd had the Stallion's full attention before attacking. Plus, he kept going on and on about the Changeling... if Neuro was right about one thing, it was the fact that this fool's argument was shit... he wished he was gone. He heard the changeling and Knight talking, listening to them as they walked, finding it quite fascinating... aside from a few books he'd read from Stables, written history of Changelings was... scare. He wondered why the Zebras never attempted an alliance with the creatures... surly there was bad blood between them and ponies still, you'd think it'd been easy... had the Changelings refused for some unknown reason? When they arrived at the hotel, Vincent tossed the caps on the counter. He attempted to haggle, but wasn't able to make the shrewd owner budge. He didn't care: he'd ensure Neuro paid him back for the caps spent. The room wasn't anything amazing... a couple of single, dirty, stained beds and a couch that seemed in even worse state, along with a side room for the bathroom. Vincent looked it all over, seemingly checked for any sort of trap. Paranoid, perhaps, but this was the Wasteland. After finding the room sufficiently bomb free, he turned to his fellow guards. "So, who wants to take first shift on watch?" (If we decide to go with watches, for roleplay purposes, I request Vincent goes either 2nd or last.) @, @@Guardian Braveheart, @@Scribblegroove,

"Honestly, I don't care. I`m not really the one paying in the end. But my... employer is a Stable pony, and Stable ponies tend to be wary about using irradiated showers and sinks. Besides, it'd give me a chance to refill my canteens." he said, jiggleing one strapped to his side, the lack of a sound showing it was empty. When it came to the question on the Changeling, he glanced back. The Changeling was back on his hooves.... and was a goddess damned Ministry Mare! He was about to go back there and demand he change out of such a recognizable form, when he changed into a stallion. Alright, better. And now he wouldn't get hit on by the hotel owner. "To awnser your question..." Vincent began, looking back at the Enclave stallion, "... nothing. He wants to come along, fine. He owes me for that ammo and those mentats I gave him, so I`ve gotta make sure he pays me back. If he wants to come along, that's fine with me..." his eyes suddenly hardened, glaring at Connor, "What's your problem with him anyway? First you're telling him to stand down, then you're shooting at him, then you're chargeing at him, then you're trying to ambush him, then you're trying to help him when he's having a freakout? " This stallion was very, very confuseing... "Regardless, you try and attack him again... Bayron isn't here to chastise me, and without that helmet, I`ll have no problem taking you down... won't even waste the bullets." Vincent threatened, flashing his claws for good measure.

Vincent watched as Knight continued to drink. He couldn't blame the stallion, after all he'd been through, and Vincent would be lying if he said this was the first time he'd seen a merc drinking on the job. Just wasn't something he did himself: personal policy. Getting sloshed could hinder him in a firefight, and getting hindered in a firefight usually resulted in death. When the stallion refered to himself as an 'experienced pony', Vincent fought back the urge to snort dismissively. The pony had been out in the wasteland what, a couple of months? And he'd mostly just dealt with Raider bands. He supposed the Stallion, who had been a member of a secuirty team, was at the very least officially trained. Though how a pony in a stable got proficient at long range rifles, he'd never know. He'd never seen a firing range of any sort in them. Well, except this one time he'd spotted a few targets down in the reactor level. Vincent noticed his new employer, huffing it along. Although the sight was rather humorous, he kept himself from even cracking a smirk. After all, the pony had been out in the Wasteland, what, a day? And he imagined Stable's didn't give you a chance to work on your cardio. Besides, atleast he wasn't asking the big stallion to carry him... the mention of a place to stay came up and he nodded. "Yeah, I know a place," he began, pointing towards a grain elevator in the distance, "got converted into a hotel... should be able to rent a room there for a night..." he muttered. The owner was... well, abit of a lech, but since they didn't have a mare amoung the group, it shouldn't have been a problem. "He only accepts caps as currency... I can spot you the money, but it will be added to my fee." when the Enclave pony ran up beside him, Vincent raised an eyebrow, unsure why he was following them... "about 200 caps. 120 if you take one with irradiated water running to it." @@Scribblegroove, @@Guardian Braveheart, @,

Vincent looked to Knight as he offered the location of his vault, so Vincent could get the books there... but looking at his expression, Vincent chose not to take him up on that offer. It was clear even thinking about the place was disturbing him, and Vincent figured it'd be... inappropriate to try and ask for the exact location. When the whiskey came up, Vincent gave an internal whoop: Whiskey! The very reason he'd been in that country club to begin with! But as much as he wanted it, he shook his head. "Nah, I`ve got a rule about drinking on the job: Don't." he said with a chuckle. "Maybe when we get to Defiance." finally, he heard the Changeling wake up, looking back at him. "Not long. I gave you a couple mentats... seems like they helped." he said, glad to see the changeling was okay."If you're feeling weak... we could give you a thing of buck to keep you moving..." he muttered, though he would prefer NOT to stuff the Changeling full of chems. When discussion came to Defiance, Vincent thought a moment. "'Resting there sounds like a good idea... I know a place. It's probrably the cleanest you're gonna get, and the water is usually rad-free... the locks are shit though." After another moment, he looked between him, Lon, and Knight, "I`m assumeing we'll be taking shifts on guard duty?" It was typical behavior when a pony had more than one hired gun... even if no one was specifically after them, they tended to have the guards sleep in shifts, keeping atleast one on watch at all times. @@Guardian Braveheart, @, @@Scribblegroove,

"Really!?" Nanako said, clearly surprised by the suggestion. "Can I? Can I really?" the young girl's excitement becoming all the more obvious by the second, looking to both her father and Yu for permission. It was Dojima that awnsered first. "Another party, huh? I`m guessing you guys are planning on having it here..." he had a small smirk, both from what he was about to say next and from the secret him and Yu were hiding pertaining to the situation, "Y'know, atleast i`m getting a warning that you guys are planning to throw a party here this time... usually I just walk in to find it already going on." He joked, before looking at Nanako. "Of course you can, if they're okay with it... might have to rent the piano from your classes, but... we`ll see what we can do." Yu nodded simply. "I`m sure everyone would love to hear you play Nanako." The little girl beamed brightly, seemingly trying to decide what to play for every one. After finishing thier meal, Yu glanced at the clock. "School should be out..." he looked at Chie, and then back to Dojima, "Me and Chie are going to go... you know, see the others..." he said, the aging detective giving a light nod and sayiing goodbye, along with Nanako. During the walk, Yu was silent for a time. After a minute though, he suddenly muttered, "Weird what Dojima said..." he muttered a little awkwardly, his face growing red again. "Can you even imagine us like that?" he said, playing off the idea of the two of them dating with a chuckle, though it sounded nervous. @,

@, Dojima nodded,smiling lightly as his expression softened and he let Chie inside. "It's not much, but luckily with Yu around, Nanako wanted to make sure we made enough, so there should be extra." He sat down while Yu allowed his face to settle. Well, that was embarrassing... he imagined that it must've been for Chie as well, giving her an apologetic look as she came inside. At Nanako's questions, Dojima quickly responded, "Well, it wouldn't be fair for them to go up and not spend time with you, Nanako." The ageing detective covering his tracks rather well. After a few awkward minutes of eating, Chie managed to break the ice, procuring a small smile from the girl for her trouble. "Oh, it's going great! We're learning about the Namakura Period." She said, beaming. Yu, decideing to jump on this conversation topic, added in, "And how are piano lessons?" "Great!" The young girl said, smiling brightly. "I`ll have to play for you and your friends sometime, big bro!" ---------------- Kanji spent the time at school bored out of his skull, yet again. He tried to focus, but his thoughts were still clouded by the midnight channels return... during the lunch period, he tried to look for that Mariku kid, but had no such luck. Evidently, he'd been called in sick.

Vincent looked over at Knight, giving him an apologetic nod. "Sorry about that, man, for what it's worth." A marefriend, huh? He couldn't even imagine something like that. He'd never found a griffon woman that was of any interest to him, and definitely not any ponies. At the first question from his new employer, he nodded simply. "Well, yeah. Obviously, most books were destroyed by the balefire, but you occasionally find some laying around in Ministry buildings.Plus, I sometimes get jobs that involve delving into abandoned Stables, and they usually have some books that aren't destroyed. Others, I can buy from traders that got them from Stables themslves."He explained simply, more glad that the pony hadn't said anything about it being odd for a Griffon to have any interest in such things. He noticed the sky getting dark,but he didn't let it bother him.His lion-like eyes easily adjusting to the dark. The 2nd question threw him off abit. It took him a moment, but he recognized it (perceptive 9)... that subtle openness in the voice, the quick slip of a compliment to boost his ego, just that tone in general... he'd seen it all before. "I know what you're trying to do." He said with a smirk and a chuckle. "Had a friend just like you, y'know. Seen her do the same thing a thousand times. I`m just thinkin' here is all. Won't affect my focus on the job." As it to prove his point,he began to cover the directions that Lon wasn't already keeping his eyes on. @@Scribblegroove, @@Guardian Braveheart,

"Huh? Someone actually here to see me?" Dojima said with a small smile, "Heh. This is a first." He joked before hearing Chie speak. Dojima heard her request and scratched his chin abit. "Well... I mean, I really shouldn't. It'd be unprofessional and all..." he muttered,looking at the ceiling.After a moment though, he looked down at the young lady with a smirk, "But hey, I suppose I do have some pull down at the station. I`ll see what I can do to get the paper work moving, but hey!" he said, his voice suddenly becoming authoritative, "I`m gonna be putting you through the wringer on this! If I do this, i`m going to be overseeing your training personally! And don't expect any special treatment just because you're friends with my nephew!" Once he finished though, he gained his usual, calm demeanor. "Anyway, we were just having lunch... would you like to join us? I`m sure you and Yu have alot of catching up to do..." he paused a moment, his tone suddenly becoming stern yet again, "Down... here. Not in his room." Yu, not too far away, blinked... taking a moment to understand Dojima's implications and suddenly blushing for it. "Huh?" Said Nanako, looking confused, "Why is your face red, Big Bro? And why do they have to stay down here?" @,

@@Guardian Braveheart, Vincent watched the Changeling, who spasmed abit more, before finally calming down. His body, seeming to have had enough, simply passed out. He watched knight carrying him, seeming to be growing just abit stronger under the weight (Intense training!). He heard the Stallion's story... at the mention of bloodlust, he looked forward. He knew what that was like. He'd only experianced one major one in his life... the most serious betrayal he'd ever had, from his best and childhood friend. When she'd... made her choices in life, he'd nearly flipped. He'd stayed calm just long enough to try and convince her to change her mind, before he delved into screeching of her insanity, how she'd wronged him, her father, and everything he stood for. How she was monsterous for her decision, even more disgusted when she tried to convince him to join her. He then had flown out, since if he'd stayed her was certain he would have killed her for what he found the greatest betrayal he could have taken, and taken as many bloody, violent jobs as he could, tearing apart dozens of raiders and bounties before he'd calmed down enough to lose himself in whiskey bottles.... "Well, in that case, sounds like it was best that you were out. One pony wouldn't have made much of a difference, so you'd just be dead too." He shrugged. "What I don't get..." he continued "...Is how you were able to evidently take out half their camp, but the rest of the Stable Security couldn't handle the ones that came after? How'd they even get in the door?" @,

Vincent blinked, seeing Knight carrying the spasming Changeling. It was surpriseing, but he was a little happy to see he'd still be able to help, even though he'd left the group. He thought a moment, quickly digging into his satchel while he walked and pulling out a packet of mentats. He'd just looted a bunch of raider corpses in what was presumably a drug den, so he had a couple packets. With some difficulty, he managed to force the changeling to take and swallow two of them. The Enclave pony from before had said they needed party-time mentants, but he didn't see why. After all, Party time mentats just improved how adept you were socially. If it was true the Changeling's mind was just having difficulties processing a ton of information, the mentats should help just as much. He then returned his attention to walking and keeping his eye out for any sign of an ambush. They'd just cleared out a Raider den, but it was entirely possible that a segment of the group had been out raiding in the Wasteland at the time, and they could always run into eachother... it also helped him distract himself from feeling shitty for leaving the group back there. After all, Bayron seemed like he'd really needed help with his Vault... and he'd just left. Suddenly, he was asked to tell something about him. He blinked, trying to think of something he could say. Should he mention where he grew up? That wasn't really relevant... and he had mostly traveled around... family? He couldn't even remember his real family, and admitting he'd been practically raised by ponies wouldv'e made him feel odd... he supposed, since it seemed this Neuro was a pony of intellect... "Well, I read alot... history mostly." He said simply as they walked. @@Scribblegroove, @@Guardian Braveheart, @,

Vincent felt the gun pushed away,hearing the instructions. He had just ran over to pin the Changeling's legs down... when he heard the order from his new employer... and saw him walk right out the door... "Fuck..." He muttered to himself, thinking quickly. He could stay. He could help, and hold the Changeling down, do what he could to keep this creature, the last of his damn kind as far as he knew, alive... or he could go after the contract, earn his caps, and try not to think about what happened... "Fuck...Fuck fuck... erg, if any of you need anything, find me, i`ll try and help... and Bayron..." he turned to the medical pony, "I`m sorry about you Stable... if we meet again, I hope we can make... some kind of deal... I... I want to help..." He gave them all an apologetic look, before dashing out the door, after his contract... because he always completed his contract... @@Scribblegroove, @, @@Guardian Braveheart, @,

Vincent blinked. There was a flash of light, another EMP grenade going off, that could be seen from a doorway. It seemed...off for some reason, and he chose to ignore it... until he heard shouts from the hallway, gripping his gun again, dashing out towards the door, past Lon and his new contract-holder. After all, best to cut off a threat before it got to the contracter. Suddenly, he heard screaming... and when he saw it was from the changeling, who in his screaming, or perhaps earlier, was back into his normal form. "What the hell did you do!?" He shouted, pressing the revolver to the side of the ponies head... erg... man, to hell with Bayron wanted! This Enclave asshole was a threat, and he was, plainly, an asshole... he was a hair trigger away from shooting...