ThatPortalGuy

Elegron, you're not a moderator. In fact, if you took a look at the rules, you'd notice that backseat-modding is just as illegal, so how about you keep it to 0.

No, you didn't miss much... asdf

Jumping. Ever heard of it?

"Hmm." grunted Silvermind. "Good. If you live long enough, maybe you'll learn to live and let live. Sinners are in no place to judge other sinners, and no pony has the right to sentence another one to death. Speaking of, I suggest you take your leave. Wade isn't quite as pacifistic as I am."

Have you ever considered the fact that maybe he doesn't like you, and given your rashness and black-and-white moral judgement, he expects you to attack him? Also, in case you didn't notice, he's kind of about to kill you. So targeting you as hostile would kinda make sense, woudn't it?

I know, but you said "how have you been", something that is typically said to people one has met before.

Wait, so does Elegron know Buckshot or not?

"Hmph. Of all the people to suddenly appear out of the goddamn sky." Silvermind turned to Buckshot. "Buckshot, this is Elegron. He broke into Blooddrop's house a few days ago and then asked to live with us. Since then he's become the f*cking messiah and has been going around massacring those he deems unworthy." He faced Elegron. "Hello, Elegron. What brings you here?"

"Hey, I'd love some company. Wade's nice and all, but he's a bit... well, Wade-y. You'll see. Speaking of, he doesn't seem to like you too much..." Silvermind raised his voice and called in Wade's direction. "Hey Wade! You mind slowing down a bit so us lowly organic ponies can have a talk with you?"

Slightly disappointed that the pony had ignored his line, Silvermind returned the flask to his saddlebag. "Well," he replied. "I'm not quite sure. I've been traveling with Wade over there for a few days, and he tends to keep me in the dark about where we're going next. Not that I mind; I'm fine going wherever he wants. But I suppose if you really wanted to know, you could ask his friend, Blooddrop." He pointed to Blooddrop.

Silvermind spoke up, wanting to introduce himself to the handsome pony who had turned up. "He's Wade. Sort of a temperamental guy, but he kinda saved my life, so I stick around with him. I'm Silvermind, by the way." He reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a flask of whiskey. "Here, I think you'll enjoy this more than that water. [CONFIRMED BACHELOR] And you look like the sort of pony who can hold more than just their liquor," he added, winking.

NUUUUUUUU EBONY DON'T DIE

No, but see, there were no other roleplayers there. NPCs can be messed with six ways to Sunday, since no one's actually playing as them. When you control/play with NPCs, you control them in the way that best aids the story and makes sense for that NPC. And she didn't wipe out the entire Brotherhood, she took out one base.

...So, which city was the Brotherhood base in, again?

I know, but he still overpowers and captures him in one post, which is definitely power playing.

Elegron, I'm pretty sure that what Child was saying is that you can't threaten to kill another character after their third post, and if you want my two cents I'd say that it's a load of B.S. that you were able to just instantly defeat Jack like that, but I digress. The point is that, if you recall, he didn't attack you, you came out of nowhere and attacked him. So he didn't really get a choice in his opponent.

Be viciously ripped apart by zombies. Or fail down the stairs and hit my head.

GO OUTSIDE

Silvermind looked away, and was silent for a few seconds. Then he looked back at Wade. "Because..." He diverted is gaze again, but quickly brought it back to Wade. [sPEECH CHECK]"Because I need help. I'm developing a plan to find the self-proclaimed 'hero' Elegron. Frankly, I think the Wasteland can do without his brand of glorified genocide, and I'd like to convince him of that. Of course, there's the very high possibility that he'll shoot me on the spot, which is why I'm hoping I can get you to come with me. I believe your presence will prevent him from doing anything rash." "Besides," he grinned. "What else is there to do?"

After a few more bangs on the door, courtesy of Wade, Silvermind finally dragged himself out of bed, got back into his clothes, and opened the door. "Ugh, where are we going?" (I'm beginning to think we should petition to have the character limit removed, and trust roleplayers to include a suitable amount of text in their posts)

(sorry I wasn't able to post, I was on a date, then I slept, then it got locked) The night before, Silvermind had gone for a walk. After all, he was staying in someone's house while she rolled in the hay with the other guest. A slightly awkward situation, so he had decided it was best to leave the house. This was also convenient for the Brotherhood of Steel, as it offered them the perfect window of opportunity to sneak and and kidnap Ebony, though of course Silvermind had no knowledge of this. As he was walking, he came to a conclusion. Someone needed to stop Elegron. He had heard the news, that he was going around mercilessly slaughtering raiders and slavers. Why? Who gave him the right? Why was he both the judge and the executioner? He was worse than the very people he claimed to kill in the name of justice. Silvermind was developing a plan. He was going to find Elegron, and he was going to stop his genocide, or die trying. Silvermind had finally found a purpose. A few hours later, Silvermind figured that if his savior and host were still going at it, then they must have been gods in disguise. (or on a massive amount of chems, which was possible, but regardless Silvermind didn't make a habit of staying out in raider cities past midnight) He promptly returned to Blooddrop's home, where, thankfully, he heard no moans of pleasure, went into his room, and slept like a baby. He completely overlooked the fact that his patient was missing.

Screw it, you know what, fine, my Skype is ThatPortalGuy.

Guys, can we think of another alternative? Like I said, I don't like giving out my Skype.

I'd reeeeeeally rather not give out my Skype.

Hey, what is this? Why? WHY? Also, what happened to my patient? Did someone sneak into our tent and kidnap her or something?