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  1. @genessee @Hazard Time @Arid_Blitz @Randimaxis The two came back. Fallskir hanging along in case the younger one fell over. His eyes narrowed a bit hearing the harsh criticism from the mare. "Going soft on them pup?" Fallskir hanged about, left with Ametrine. He held Lance's carbine overlooking it. "He forgot his rifle." He says, not really to anypony in particular. He looked around the settings, nothing really changing. Faint creaking, soft wind blowing. He might have heard a separate noise? To faint? He dismissed it. "Did I catch your name?" He asked the mare unsure if he recalled. He rested the automatic weapon on his shoulders a paw on the stock.
  2. @genessee "Uggh ima throw up..." Fallskir followed along his side to make sure he didn't keel over. Any sign of stumble he resisted to put his paw out. "There was nothing good I found. Maybe there's a gun shop or such. They had those before yes?" He thought out loud . Close by collecting Lance's carbine he shouldered it about as the two drew closer to the door. "My aim was never the best." "Be a lesson to not drink so much." He says to him standing close by to the door. He looked about outside. No sign of movement. Or the other two. He looked back to the smaller one. He looked absolutely pitiful. A bit of mush to his lip, sunk eyes. "Boss won't like that you're drinking too much kid.." Reaching to his pouch, a canteen he hand it over. "Come on. Drink up. But not too much. It may taste a little off." He says
  3. Hey look, an edgy Irish horse.

    1. Duality

      Duality

      I know, we've been trying to get him to stop lurking for years now. Apparently Edgy Irish Horse Repellant is 'too niche' of a product for them to sell at Walmart. What is the world coming to, I ask you?

      We're thinking of baiting giant rabbit snares with tea, we're that desperate.

    2. Dark Horse

      Dark Horse

      I don't want your rabbit snares!

      ...But I'll take your tea. :adorkable:

  4. @genessee "I think I'm gonna throw up man..." "Take your time son." he says, a slight fatherly tone in his voice, "Don't throw up everywhere." He added quickly to avoid questioning. He approached to one of the office counters rummaging about. Counter: Rubbage, Bent scrap, First Aid? Pulling at the plastic container opening it with haste: Nothing. Just rotted papers. With a huff he tossed it aside. "Had a nice sleep I take it?" He asked to the unicorn. Figured to ask about, maybe this one knew something back at from the vestige of society. He wore a Stable suit. "Welcome to the Stable little one...." Newcomer obviously. Or maybe not? Plenty of Stable dwellers could be amongst them. "Im from one of the Stables underground. Good thing going..." Fallskir rummaged into his sack looking to the jewelry a bit.
  5. Moosebug is best bug.

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    1. Duality

      Duality

      Rainbow moosebug.

      You can tell by the subtle freckling of green on the undercarriage the fact that not even the freckling of green on the undercarriage is particularly subtle.

      Scientists are still in a quandary over what habitat their 'camouflage' is intended for use disguising them in. Current working theory is that, somewhere, in a dimension far, far, away, Discord has an exceptionally-intelligent-termite problem.

  6. @genessee Grumbling he exited, deciding to check on the others. Perhaps the drunk one stumbled onto something and busted his head open... "You've got a soft heart. Letting that kid go." He huffed a bit, back to the body pile as he looked about with haze in his thoughts as they continued to roam. "He ain't gonna last out there. Killing em woulda been a mercy." Fallskir looked toward the direction of the door and such. Not really sure what else to do, must be the drugs. He headed to the security room, laid about in drunken slumber with twitches and murmurs about in his voice. Thoughts racing a bit. His paw caressing at the pistol to his holster. Is it the drugs? Just slight guilt? Maybe he's just feeling greedy. Off him and take his- He released deciding to let it go. He knelt before him pushing him. "Hey. Hey! Wake up you drunk." He hissed at him loudly adding a loud bark at the end.
  7. @Arid_Blitz @Hazard Time @genessee Dash Euphoria - Pain Relief, AP +20. Standing back up, his vision in a coating of brighter colors. He murmured a bit as he picked up his rifle heading down the corridor to that of the selection of shops. His companions having separated to their own place. He wandered about; a Hayburger joint, trashed book stores, Nick Nack Toy Emporia, Jewelry Extravaganza... He stopped heading in to the abandoned store lot. Ransacked, strange having discovered the doors locked shut. His paws running about the rustic wood, still intact it seems. Covered with soot and dust. Camouflaged amongst it a ruined chain drops from the rail onto the floor. His curious high making him awe at its shining feature. Remeber the old stories, crafted gems and baubles. His thoughts ran a bit as he looked at it. He remembered it well- Hey man, how do I look? "And old life. Two old lives." He thought to himself. Looking over the register counter a decadent corpse remains. He vaulted over, a rucksack at his side with his tattered clothes. Register Corpse: One Watch Cap - Taken matted jewellery - taken Golden chain - Taken Rucksack - Outdated Franko Soy Beans Carnariam Cram Frame Two birdshot shells Ruined books Fallskir, without his own pack nicked the whole pack putting it onto his back and removing his hood placing the dusty watch cap onto his head.
  8. Had a wonderful BronyCon 2017 with @PathfinderCS , wonderful time- wonderful people!

  9. @Arid_Blitz @genessee @Hazard Time Fallskir huffed, was there a pharmacy? Just something cheap he could stuff into him to make the pain halt? Leaving the drunken colt he hobbled along out to return to the corpses, Odair had departed to the clothing shop. New pickings, use to scavenging he looked about one strewn from the mangled pile away from their leader. One had a saddle pack? He rummaged in. Raider Pack: 9mm ammunition. Taken. Worn Makeshift Pistol - The slide was crudely fashioned, but seemed functional in a way? Looks like that of some service pistol with the base and trigger guard of stern bent metal and personal parts. The magazine is held in place by a pivoting metal plate. Slipping it off he unloaded the magazine. No way it was compatible with his. He wasn't gonna risk it blowing off his paw, he left the pistol. Crumbled papers, burnt illegible books. A musical holotape player, even a cheap audio bud - Taken. A single paw fitting canister- some kinda inhaler? Sniffing it he almost recoiled. Dash. Potent stuff. Tried a bit in his earlier days, does certainly lift your day a bit. He looked about, his new companions outta sight. Letting out a sigh, he took a whiff. Sputtering a bit his eyes watered as his body felt and immense euphoric tingle. His eyes closed as his body felt this coursing sensation of rejuvenation. Artificial miracles. The pain was gone and so was the stress if just for a moment. Dropping the used canister he was back to it. "Just the one time." He says. He had to remain composed.
  10. @genessee Potions sounded a decent find. Something to ease the pain. The youngling was ahead of him. Limping in he followed along behind him and behind the front desk. The stench of rot minimal but still present. His paws rummaged at the loose bobbles behind the counter. Crumbled Bit Bills, scrap paper, a weathered crumbled wallet. Glass was everywhere through and the scent of the faint liquids was there. Lance approached him, a sudden stupor of intoxication. His eyes narrowed as the pony smiled to him . He waved a bottle before him. He wanted a remedy but to keep sober. He couldn't afford becoming drunk- or dependent on substances. He snarled slapping the bottle outta his hooves. "Get that shit outta my face." He hissed. @Hazard Time @Arid_Blitz He mossied on turning to face to the rear shelves behind the desk. But no use- empty, destroyed or already raided. His head throbbed hard.
  11. @genessee He hissed and huffed looking back to the accompanying colt. He paws caressing at his injured leg. "I doubt there are any. +200 years- and no chance anypony has taken a single thing?" He iterates letting out a curse under his breath as he rose back up now that he's settled a bit returning back outside to the corpses around them. @Hazard Time @Arid_Blitz Kneeling carefully onto his good knee, with a pained wince he examined one of the grunts. Raider Painstaker: One shody semi automatic crude rifle. Pulling back on the odd lever placement on the top he extracted the stripper fed rounds. Taking note of the rifle round he examined his own ammunition. Examining their diameter. These could work, similar size- shape and obviously his weapon was that of a hunting rifle chassis. He stashed the ammo. The rifle no good for him. Hearing a clanking on his side saddle he reached to examine. He found a crude retractable police baton. He gave it a swing. Felt nice in the paw. He retracted its length and stashed it.
  12. Praise our wonderful and majestic dark king <3
  13. @Arid_Blitz @Hazard Time @genessee His head throbbed, fire burning in his nerves as his vision blurred a bit. The intensity was certainly there. Raising to his feet with a pained groan he rested his wobbling balance with the help of his rifle as he began to return to the security room. "This isn't the grandeur time to flirt." He growls at the Odair. Returning, he noticed to Lance upon the floor wretched a bit with notable... filth, on the floor. A few feet away where he dropped the carbine he retrieved it handing over to Lance. "It did the job." He says simply before making his way to the security room. But he really couldn't go further as the intensity of the pain was still flairing. He had to stop. Taking seat on one of the dust ridden seats close to a desk he growled and swore under his breath. He pressed his paws to the sides of head trying to ease the tension on his head.
  14. @Hazard Time @Arid_Blitz @genessee His rifle repositioned in a club like fashion resting the barrel with his left and the stock choked in his other he closed the distance quickly. They had the numbers, they would outmatch. He was upon him and his paws planted firmly at a slight hop he gave a full swing a swift *Ka-Crack!* Of wood and flesh contacting as he falls over backwards viciously yet almost in cartoon fashion with slight roll at the end. He was still alive but definitely stunned- perhaps a concussion to boot? Not giving him much breathing room he was upon him again pushing him to face up and readied another strike when the leader retaliated with a swift low kick. And he sure put what mass he head causing the canine to help and fall over with an audible thunk. His vision reddened a bit as he growled loudly kneeling a bit as he recovered. Only fueling his rage as he grabbed his rifle again to slug him another finding himself repeating it again and again. The leader wasn't getting back up when he finished. Panting, huffing he raised up only to wince and fall to kneel as he looked to his leg with a sharp pain rising intensely. No visual damage though there must be a bruise forming underneath the coat. Leg Crippled : -1 Agility
  15. @Arid_Blitz @genessee @Hazard Time His head kept down peeking through the holes in the bench. The bunch rushing off in search of their hammer wielding companion. Two remaining, he peered over the bench with service rifle placed by- He was suddenly tossed back a bit but not off his feet as a tremendous thunder of force causing the room close to explode, shrapnel and wood splintering about as he shielded his face. Back to focus his two other comrades onto the ground. Rifle in tow, he looked back to the end catching glimpse of their leader type rushing outta view further into the mall. Little thought now he rushed, Take him. He was the obvious target. With rifle held in a single grip by the midsection he sprinted furiously crunching bits of wood and ceramic under his toughened paw pads.
  16. @Arid_Blitz @genessee @Hazard Time With a slight wince dust and debris filled the air. But it was the best diversion. Peeking the door out now, he took precise aim dipped in a left pawed hold. His right paw gripping out extended to maximize stability and popping rounds at one of the goons before diverting to another only a single round exiting before a noted empty clicking. His secondary target ducked at his corner with Fallskir retreating. A spare magazine tossed with the rifle detaching and inserting the new magazine with a slap and pulling at the rear charging bolt. "Keep a pressure!" He hollered, returning to blind firing. Did that younger one finish already? If they run outta ammo here it'll be one short lived hold up. With the hail of gunfire aimed mainly to Ametrines he dashed out the security door returning to his old spot across the hall and resting the service weapon on an overturned bench firing careful single shots at their direction.
  17. Welcome to forums! Do have a wonderful stay.

  18. @Arid_Blitz @Hazard Time @genessee A small panel of cover didn't seem like best solid , head down he charged himself through with everypony else cramped into the security office pressed to the door side as the hail of gunfire blazed in deafening action. Peeking out his pistol he fired wildly in their- rate of fire would have to be their friend. Until a noted *Tnik!* as the slide again failed to feed after 4 rounds. Retracing he furiously racked it chambering manually before emptying the rest . Holding the bottom he pressed the release button grip on the released mag in two fingers with a fresh one in another's grip transitioning the two before returning the empty one. He looked back to the others. Noted to Lance but mainly to Ametrine close by. "Toss me his weapon!" He requested, he'd be more effective if he had something to fit the situation. "Ammo too!" he added.
  19. @Arid_Blitz @Hazard Time @genessee Tagging along behind Ametrine he decided to join her to keep watch. Ears perked with the signaling to potential hostiles he turned to the end of the hall listening about at the echoing angry voices. To the parallel side of the hall, pressed behind a protrusion of the wall he knelt rifle at resting awaiting for the first sign. The smug one seems to be all child play- no seriousness. All gruff and no actual concern it seemed. His ears drooped slight and a snort of distaste at the comment of wind-ding naming- He winced at the sudden. outburst of their female lookout. "Oops." Oh yes... oops. Totally apologize for inevitably signaling the red flag. This won't end well. Not at all. Focus- he returned his sight to the end of the hall.
  20. @Arid_Blitz @Hazard Time @genessee An annoyed snort emitted from his nostrils. "Yes. A good time to tease another." He huffs a bit. He should shoot him first. He's a smart mouth type. Sneak him from a corner of- Focus. Let's worry about the surroundings. He'll keep the eye and ear out. Not exactly much he can do but stay as the muscle. And perhaps the only one with competence in his aim. He tried to limber up they each filling in to the security office being the last one to enter behind them. 'Don't get too ahead ourselves, you're out numbered.' Looks to be nothing but office desks and over turned file cabinets. The real treasure lies in the security armory. Maybe a lock box if they carry those too in them? 'What if their locked out? What if the terminal is inoperable?' More his worrisomeness drifting into his mind. He held to his 'single shot' pistol paw finger just across the trigger in disciplined manner.
  21. @Arid_Blitz @Hazard Time @genessee They stopped. Just outside the security door. The two of em exchanging flattery? Sarcastic flattery. He looked about down the hall they passed to. Rifle now resting in his paws he held it about simply wanting them to get on with it. He gazed to the smaller one clutching to his carbine, a bit shaken maybe? He didn't look like no waster. Maybe one of them Stable doers. His guess confirmed getting a glimpse of the stable number decal. Taking a sip from his rusty canteen he slipped it back onto a pouch on his shoddy belt. He shoulda shot em, just be done with em. The two have some bits and bobbles. A decent carbine, the sledge could do well for scrap. With his rifle back on resting by his sling he drew his hidden pistol inspecting it. Unloading the magazine and chambered round he pulled at the slide to open and pressed at the release button only for it to snap half way failing to fully chamber. Needed a good fixing later. The slide was damaged. Sighing he inserted the magazine and manually retracted the slide and setting it into position manually.
  22. @Arid_Blitz @Hazard Time @genessee He returned the gaze, noting her curiosity before he looked to their fourth stranger. Just the four of them. A roulette of "Who'll backstab first?" With his rifle sling upon his shoulder he balanced it on a single shoulder with his paw resting on the rear bit of the barrel. He followed about to the middle of the formation but keeping a sparing distance between himself and his equine companions. The smaller one's at the rear. He occasionally peeked back to him, might as well keep tabs on all. Then to the Blondie in the duster. Could be hiding anything under that... Nothing really on his mind for questions. Hoping for just a one time congregation- and hopefully not a frantic firefight. It could turn either, anything's possible.
  23. All a failure now. Stealth was gone. He would have to play friendly. Or maybe just simply be friendly if this turned into something good- the mall he ment. He wasn't trusty of these strangers. No pony is of course. And their fourth stranger is somewhere about screaming his head at them away. He could be the bigger threat. @Hazard Time @genessee Raising an empty paw from his covered position whilst hiding away his pistol into his hooded garment he picked up his rifle with other holding it by the midsection to the barrel to prove no immeditate threat as he stepped out. "Live and let live." He says simply, his accent rolling off his words. "I heard gunfire and got curious. Then I saw this mall." He says slowly approaching but stopping at a half distance for safety eyeing between the two- mainly to the earth pony holding that nasty carbine. Priority target. Even with sloppy aim he just needed to spray to keep him at distance. "Are we cool?" He asked them, mainly to Ametrine. Admiring silently at her shimmering eyes.
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