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Vincent wasn't stupid: those bots were packed with armor piercing rounds, and they weren't going to wait long before they mowed the two of them down. Ducking into the nearby room seemed the most logical as he quickly tried to switch out two of the rounds in his revolver for the armor piercing ones that had just been given to him... only to suddenly squack as a grenade was tossed into the room! He was tired, and sluggish... had it been an actual grenade, he'd have been dead before he'd even moved. As it was, he noticed the pin wasn't pulled, and it was an EMP grenade. Even having trouble hearing the Ranger, he quickly snatched it up, waiting... the bots soon rolling past the room he was in, firing to try and hit Hazel. When they were in the doorways view, he quickly pulled the pin, counted to three, and tossed it between the group.
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"Huh. Funny how you can have more Rangers when you recruit... Look, all I`m saying is, it doesn't matter that you have more Rangers, or that you havn't broken anything in that Codex thing... if somepony takes offense to what you're elder is doing, they`ll do something about it. And from the sound of things, he's making waves." Of course, the conversation was cut down at the sudden appearance of not one, not two, but four senty-bots, the odd pony shaped robots on wheels with a whole platoon of weapons hooked onto them. Vincent glanced around quickly, trying to decide what to do... he surly didn't have the fire-power to take them down, and he was pretty sure Hazel didn't have an identity card... he quickly ducked into a collapsed office, hoping to find a way to out maneuver the robots dispite the enclosed area.
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"Huh. Surprisingly progressive. Wouldn't be surprised if your other elders took down yours in a power play... it'd be the kind of thing i`d expect to happen." He stated simply as they moved down the stairs. It was true, after all. Vincent didn't know much about politics, but even he'd gotten jobs from just small town mayors to kill off the competition for different stances on issues. And this wasn't some shanty town position: this was a group that had been around for over 200 years and was, to some, the only remnants of Equestria of old. Then the topic of drugs came up, and Vincent shrugged. "Maybe. I`m not opposed to taking drugs if I need them, but I try and limit them. Don't want to harm my system, or worse, get addicted to that crap."
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Excuse me, sorry to bother everyone, but I was wondering if I could get some peoples opinions: I`ve been thinking of getting Vincent an 'upgraded' rifle, but I kinda need opinions on a few i`ve been thinking of. So, if you get a chance, just let me know which one you think is best/fits the most with the setting/his character.
A. http://static-3.nexusmods.com/15/mods/130/images/45656-3-1332265533.jpg
B. http://static-3.nexusmods.com/15/mods/130/images/48477-2-1354343858.jpg (no silencer)
C. http://static-4.nexusmods.com/15/mods/130/images/51087-1-1374758468.jpg
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"Ahh, I gotcha," Vincent smirked, "don't bring a squad, but if the helpful Griffon you happen to find laying around, no problem, right?" Vincent inquired, but was quite plainly joking. "Y'know, you guys wouldn't be so worried about casualties if you... oh, what was it called...? Oh, yeah, recruited. But nah, go ahead, keep your little group 'til you're forced to imbreed. Always works." Vincent said, smirking again with a tired smile. He was a little out of it from lack of sleep, so the idea of teaseing a Steel Ranger didn't seem odd to him. Personally, he had no interest in joining the Rangers even if he could, but he'd met ponies fascinated by them that attempted to join....only to be either shooed off, or shot away from the bases on sight.
"Anyway, again, thanks for the offer... but I rather enjoy my revolver, and it's got enough power in it... could do with a new rifle though..." he said, gestureing to the rifle slung across his back, an old repeater with a forced on scope.
(If you decide to have a rifle be found, or given to Vincent, try not to make it too powerful, if you could.
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Vincent glanced at the gun as it was handed to him, looking it over... it was surly a powerful revolver... the kind of thing that'd pack a wallop and could probably kill an elephant. It was tempting. Very tempting, in fact, but he shook his head and handed it back to the stallion. "Nah. Thanks, but no thanks. Ol' Taurus here has been by my side for a long time.... i`ve got history with it, y'know?" He heard the stallion explain why he was out and about, and shrugged slightly. "Well, no offense 'Star Paladin', but if you go out alone and just end up recruiting some merc... why not just bring a squad? Not that i`m complaining, mind you."
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Vincent blinked. Jeez, he must've been more tired than he thought... he'd forgotten ponies had started eating meat! Much more common than fruits and vegetables, besides pre-war stuff. Some ponies felt it was unnatural, but a lot of them didn't care if it kept them alive. "What are we talking about here? Radigator? Mole rat? Rad hog? " He suddenly stopped and shook himself. No reason to think about it and make himself hungrier. Luckily, the pony opted to give him the packs of meat right way. Radhog jerky! It was an early Hearthswarming eve! He tore one packet open and quickly ate it, hoping that he'd be less distracted if he was less hungry. He was surprised by all the boxes of 44 ammo... it was more than he expected! When he oppened them up, however, he found they were all mostly empty. Oh well. It still have him a more... comforting supply, which he added to his own. He sepreated the armor peirceing rounds, in case he needed them.
Of course, he was going in front. No surprise. The stallion had just given him a bullet that could tear through his armor like it was tissue-paper, Vincent could understand not wanting to stand in front of the Griffon. Still, he was slightly miffed that the big pony in power armor would be behind him if something attacked. "Fine, fine. Let's just do this... where's your squad anyway? I don't think i`ve ever seen a Ranger out here on their own."
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ATTENTION EVERYONE, VERY IMPORTANT AND MUST BE READ BECAUSE REASONS
HERE IS THE MENTIONED RAMBO DASH. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT. LOOK AT IT WITH YOUR EYEBALLS AND UNDERSTAND WHERE VINCENT GOT 'RAMBO DASH' FROM. COMIC. PRE-WAR.
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Vincent groaned inwardly. He didn't want a job. He wanted to sleep. And eat. And get drunk. And find Ana... maybe not in that order. The offer of food was interesting, true, but he had high doubts that the pony had any meat... Vincent wished he'd thought to stop and hunt some Radigator or something on his way here. Still... .44 rounds were hard to find, and the ammo was feeling a little lighter than he'd have liked. Also, you don't turn down request from a Steel Ranger while he has a light machine gun aimed at your beak. "Vincent Stormwalker, and if you're fine with a sleep deprived Griffon watching your back, fine..." he muttered, taking his talon off the window. He stepped over and, slight wary due to the minigun, took the rangers hoof in talon... fuck... he wanted to sleep... Oh well.... he had been worried about more nightmares, he supposed.
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Vincent had opened the window and was ready to dive out the moment things looked bad...He'd probrably fly upwards, and fly over the roof. If he tried to fly down, or straight out, they'd have a better shot than the awkwardness of shooting straight up out a window with a battle saddle. Vincent had seen Steel Rangers before... and had steered clear. He didn't have any valuable tech, but he didn't want to risk it. He's heard... mixed reports of the Steel Rangers, but the general consensus was that they had a hard-on for pre-war tech. He suddenly realized that ducking inside a Ministry building probrably wasn't the best idea, when the pony stepped inside. He looked at the barrel of the gun, and considered diving out before taking a breath. "Cool your jets there, Rambo Dash..." he muttered, remembering some old comic he'd found of Rainbow Dash as a bandana wearing, LMG carrying grunt, "I`m just here to get some rest. I`ve been flying for hours, and I`m about to collapse... I don't have any tech... never suited me anyway."
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Well, since I`m the only character with finger... like objects...
*pulls out ocarina, attempts to play Song of time.*
Shit, one note off....
*Suddenly, teleported 200 years into past*
Barter: 17
Energy Weapons: 25
Explosives: 25
Guns: 70
Lock pick: 25
Medicine: 21
Melee Weapons: 21
Repair: 40
Science: 21
Sneak: 30
Speech: 20
Survival: 30
Unarmed: 75
Perks:
Intense Training: Recent experiences have taught you to pay closer attention to your surroundings. +1 to perception (Total of 9)
Rapid Reloads: Rapid Reloads will save your life! You got caught with an empty cylinder once, and you wont let it happen again! You reload 25% faster!
Hunter: Between being half lion and half eagle, you're a natural born hunter. You do 75% more damage to mutated animals, and are able to find more meat on them. Radigator's good eatin'!
Educated: You were always book smart, and are one of the few Wastelanders to actually become proficient at reading. You've read your own weight in books, and this has taught you to better yourself just a bit more. You gain 2 extra skill points per level up
Comprehension: You've read books all your life, and have always been sure to retain the information... if it interest you.You gain an additional skill point upon leveling up, but only if you have atleast 40 points in that skill.
Gunslinger: You love your revolver, and know how to handle the kick. You're 25% more accurate with one handed weapons.
Toughness: You're a tough guy! You've learned to take hits better, granting you plus 3 DT!
Lvl 7 Vincent, BTW.
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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."
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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.
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I... don't suppose I could get a rundown on where people are...? I`ve been meaning the post, but with work and life and stuffs, I can't sit down to read everything... Or you guys could kick me, which I'd understand.
In the RP, I should say. I believe people were listing thier physical locations earlier.
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I vote for modern, and I would very much like to play as Vincent Stormwalker.
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Great! Well, I suppose we should get the most important question out of the way...
Which one of us gets the awesome stache?
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Hey, I`m very interested in this RP, but I do have a request... can we add Griffon's to the race list? Pretty please?
Fallout Equestria: Ground Zero
in Everfree Planning, OOC & Discussion
*ahem* erm... Hi!
Oh, fuck, probably should have planned this out better before I started typesetting.
For those of you still on from the beginning, or early ages of this RP, you may remember me as the guy playing Vincent Stormwalker, AKA, Griffon extraordinaire.... and the guy who disappeared of the face of the earth. Long story short, I stopped coming onto here because... I was going through a bad place in my life, and couldn't bring myself to sign on and see all the notifications I would have, and the longer I was off the less I wanted to get on and see them all and see how much I'd fucked up by dissapearing. I came back on for the first time today and I... was surprised to find the RP still going.
You guys rock.
I`m sorry for jumping off the face of the earth like that. I don't plan on jumping back into the RP, since i`m sure you guys have moved far past where we were and i`m not sure I can bring myself to surmount the effort of trying to beat that dead horse. I just wanted to come on and... apologize.