MisterRe

As if his existence didn't matter. None responded to his request. Maybe they didn't hear, maybe they didn't care. Mister Re gave up his pursuits in even being noticed and left the hill and back to his temporary abode. "I'll wait for the gun fire to clear then head thattaway." Re looked into his pip-buck and check his status: hungry. "I'd better eat some of this... stuff."

Mister Re "I'm wanting to give up because there isn't really a reason to persue him. It was my fault and my fault only that my wife died or disapeared. But I can't give up looking for her nor not pursue him. Doing evil things, Murder, Genocidal murder. I found some ether canisters from before the plague. I have new plan. End journal" Humbug Nothing from the wardrobe matched the color of her envy green coat, nor either fitted her gender. There wasn't any choices in fabric, but there was a ludicrous supply of precious metals. Gold, sliver, diamonds and other rarities had been hidden inside an unmarked carrying case. Unfortunate to the victim, lucky for her. She adorned her neck with a amethyst amulet about the half a horse shoe in size, nothing else had fit her style like the others. The mare exited the building with dazzling complexion. "I like this. Now let's have a chat with our little guard on the inside." Her backside went to and fro with the sway of a tightrope walker. She was looking for to start conversation which she wouldn't be a part of to listen to. With keen ears and a wandering gentle eye, she focused her mind to scrounge information. The power eavesdropping was on her side. She complied bits on conversation into following statements: "That is the kind of mare Ol' Grumps would be into... She is going to the party right? Might as well with everything..." To sell herself short, Humbug was given the title: Escort. She was going to be and have to be to get the best score in Dead Watch in a long time. If Ol' Grumps was rich as she heard, he'd be twice as venerable. Humbug was the type of mare to seduce and deduce. Easy, but something was bothering her. "Hey what's-your-name. I need your... assistance." She sent sultriness down a line-of-sight. Humbug's message pulsated among the guards it hit, so to speak. One of them was sent chills instead, knowing her prowess in deceit. "That's... for me..." The generic white stallion guard approached the felony green and all of the other peers cheered. "Hello... again... my friend." "I need help getting inside. You've got the connections." "No problem but this the last ting I'm helping you with." "No problem from this side either. I don't have a problem getting out." Mister Re @@dashian500, He heard the hoof steps of lone wandering pony. There was a chime of loneliness with him, he could tell both gender and condition due to time between steps and depth of that note made it. Mister carried two canisters of ether going to his target location coming from a corner toward the sound of the footsteps. Mister wasn't armed and decided to talk instead of walking by. "Hello pony. Would you help a random stranger fight evil?"

@@dashian500, One minute. I'm getting coffee.

He wasn't loud enough, nor much of a presence. Re just watch idly by as the conflict moved forward. A small disposition told him to leave every pony but herding was his best option on his finding his G.E.C.K... but that'll be a secret. @,@@nx9100, "HEY PONIES!" He shouted as loud as he could, hoping everyone heard him. "STOP FIGHTING!" He saw two now, seeing the other flee. Mister Re raised his own gun and pointed into the center of them, he prepared his S.A.T.S to fire. The chances to hit were less than 12%. "I CAN SHOOT YOU BOTH BEFORE YOU GUYS CAN EVEN REACT. DON'T MOVE, EITHER OF YOU!" His voice scratched a bit at the end but it didn't matter.

Quest: E.C.Kip-bu Retrieve your stolen G.E.C.K. Find a way to combine the technology inside a pip-buck. Mister Re woke up in the wasteland and not in Stable 033. After the first day and a half, he needed a rest from killing raiders then running from deathclaws. The shack he was residing in contained: A couple stimpacks Another revolver Junkfood bobby pins Besides that, there wasn't anything of importance to Re. He moved out and started searching about. The sound of gunfire caught his ear and he began to ran toward it. The stallion ran over a hill and saw the commotion. "Hey you over there, Stop trying to rob that other guy!"

Hmmm, There doesn't seem to be an Rp thread for this. Any chance it'll be made soon?

@, @_@ Derp I'll post it soon enough. I am currently posting a very long rp post. Apparel: Combat armor, glasses, Weapon: Combat shotgun, megaphone S:3 P:6 E:2 C:9 I:5 A:7 L:8 Notable characteristics (All others 15-25) Speech: 100 Small arms: 50 Barter: 75

"I am your best worst night mare. Chasity Lime, at your servitude." Her illustrious response was all but a facade. "I am what you call a mistress of the night. What's it to you?" "I haven't seen you around here before, how do yo-..." Humbug slapped her hoove onto his golden armor where his shoulder would be. "Let's say that my occupation gets me places, places more private than you could ever imagine." She leaned in as she spoke, her voice becoming ever so quiet. "I'm a spy..." She clicked her tongue. "What?" The stallion guard. "Why are you telling me this?" "Its my signature." "So, you're a-..." "I'd really prefer if you didn't speak it to the celestial heavens. It would be a shame if you were to be court-martialed in worst possible way. What I can tell them about you would have your sword taken away, both of them." "I-I don't believe you." "I can do it myself... right here... right now. Unless you have something of worth, I suggest you start talking." Though the last statement of hers couldn't have made sense. The mind putty in her hooves didn't notice. Fear shook the guard for his underside livelihood was at stake. "W-what d-do you w-want?" The stallion was given the composition of a colt. "Intel. Simple as that? I'm trying to prevent something... something disastrous. A murder maybe... a robbery as well... or lastly a plague infection." "There's a party tomorrow at the Old Grumps neighborhood." The stallion sweated as he thought There's really something happening here. The dead guard, now this... "What else soldier?" "I think you should know there was dead guard an assassin on the loose. It looks like the mare wanted information due the wounds he succumbed to. We've reinforce our guards twice-fold due to the upcoming event." "Okay, that is all. Keep your nose clean." Humbug had an itch for adventure, but a rash for the more serious side effects of it. Dead, he wasn't joking. I'll have to take my steps more carefully. By that I mean look for the suspicious ponies. Humbug lock picked a house in a nearby residential home and gathered what she needed for the next day. For a base of operations she broke the locks in one of the rooms and put 'quarantined' on the outside using spray paint and a template. "Nap, then I will explore with my new attire."

I do have one in mind. http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/humbug-r6617

@@dashian500, Sure, I'll be replying. I have an open oc that can be anywhere.

Name: Mister Re Race: Earth pony Home location: Stable 033 (exiled) Age: 23 Appearance: Snow white coat, Pale blond mane and tail, Skimpy but built composition. Skills: Speech, Big guns, Science

Humbug "I guess its time to test this out, Do or Die style." Humbug peered through the wall of light and through it was a society separated from the others. The community inside looked less of an apocalypse but death had to be cheated to enter. The walls of the emanating glow look devious enough to fool some into the health preserving barrier, but those who know have seen the horror. Disintegrating horror. "Hummmmm, hmphmphmmmnnnnh..." The simple symphony covered the anti-magical aura that her song emitted. She could see a perforation in the silken air that it was working. "HmmummumMMM" She pranced through the wall as the sound dissipated the barrier. No guard was set nearby since wall did the work all by itself, except the clean up. Her name now was Chasity Lime, a kempt but quiet mistress with the ability to steal a heart and never give it back. Humbug was a commoner name but the rest were of noble's decent. Acting high and mighty was one thing, being high and mighty was another; But she was inept enough to be both. The streets were clean mostly but there was many abandoned houses to the side, reminding all of them the corrosion of the plague. Guards were everywhere but weren't suspicious of Humbug. Often they would blush since the guards were male. She'd give them an apathetic look along with a seductive one. Attention allotted, suspicions diverted. She was the new mare in town, fancy hat and all. "Excuse me miss." The colt behind her had light polite tone. She stopped in her tracks to listen but didn't turn her around. From there she waited to a count to five. "If you wanted to court me, you would first need to face me." As expected he was a step away from leaving in embarrassment. If social politics had a government, she'd be a treasurer or something that rhymed. It took a moment but they were faced to face. The colt was a guard. "Who are you?"

I'm back with a vengence. Sorry guys I was out doing (important) things.

@, hmm sure, an I rea lly got to start again

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Belh We need a post before we eventually die

I'd like to join too. With Humbug. http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/humbug-r6617

"Bumbumbum. bumbumbum. bumbumbum." Re walked into place grabbing as many arrows as he could find but still running after Misery. When hhe caught up he started healing her with some gauze and healing potions. "If I didn't care by the slightest you'd be bled out by now. So be care Misery." "IknowIknowIknow."

@, It's better than just assassinating upfront. Easier to find targets lol.

@, I'll post soon. but there was no mention of a party lol. But Humbug will steal nonetheless. I'll post soon where she goes inside the district.

@, So where is sunset sands going? I was planning that humbug was going to steal a lot of stuff in a party in the rich districts. Maybe they'll cross paths.

Waiting for people to post. I am biding my time.

Humbug The original piece and its edited version were observed with the single warmth of the candle on the mahogany table. Humbug took two separate increments of time to revising and redrafting a more subtle symphony from reading and reviewing the notes within the journal. There was no author, just an initial of 'P.'. Whoever it was, they wanted to keep their identity a secret. She didn't mind the anonymity but the hard work she exerted nicked a few hairs off her mane. It had to be perfect. It just had to be. She spent an hour rewiring notes to hide the cacophony within, without it the music will cease to disable magic. She tested it once more. Humbug's throat sang again and the surroundings vibrated. Looking at Slip's reaction, it would need a little more tweaking. Another hour passed and she, finally, drafted a somewhat perfect composition, though her brain hurt from the heavy" "Done." She rasped. "I need to lay down."

Re soon had to run in there as well, running out of arrows and such. Random swords from the dead were at his disposal. He ran after Misery's killing spree, following the blood dripping from the unicorn's wound.Its a nice thing that you're killing them all, but you can still bleed out while doing it. Misery had the tendency to bleed to unconsciousness when fighting groups of anything. A flesh would drain the blood needed for consciousness. For lack of a better word, her wounds didn't heal on their own. "Misery, wait for me!"

So when is the RP going to be up?