private Fallout: End of the Road

[Suitaloo 743]

"Understood." Malt said, putting away the knife in to his saddlebags. "Just try not to move so much, like I said, the more you exert yourself, the more the toxin will move around inside you, and you don't want that." He started galloping off to the hills, scanning the ground as he went for any empty bottles of any kind so he could harvest the blood and make the antivenom.

[nx9100 1,013]

Running right behind Malt, Quick Strike kept an eye out for any trouble.  Aw, what the heck and I doing?, he thought to himself.  Risking my neck for some pony I barley know.  But having some extra firepower does come in handy, I guess.  Keeping up with Malt, he ran on...

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

I layed on the ground near the campfire with Soprano. I felt something come up my throat. I turned my head as I vomited again. I turned back around and put my head on the ground. Damn what am I gonna do? I'm dying. I thought. They better hurry the hell up with that stuff. I thought.

[Suitaloo 743]

As Malt was running he quickly scooped up a soda bottle he found on the ground and put it in his saddlebags.

 

Arriving at the hills, Malt slowed down and held up a hoof for the rest of the party to stop as well. He started carefully observing the ground, looking for Nightstalker tracks. Eventually finding a trail, he motioned for his comrades to follow him as he kept his head to the ground, following the tracks to the entrance of a cave. "Well gentlecolts, here we are. I'd recommend you draw your weapons, we'll need them." Malt said as he pulled out the knife and bottle.

[MisterRe 21]

Re turned on his Pip-buck light and followed Malt. He also drew his revolver and prepared hi P.A.T.S. Mr. Re wondered. Wasn't Malt a girl's name or something? He decided to speak his mind to avoid rash decision's later.

 

"Isn't Malt a mare's name?" He said with the slightest of sincerity.

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"Heh heh, let's get 'em!" exclaimed Quick Strike, his revolver already up and ready.  He turned to Malt, "Don't you worry 'bout a thing.  I'll poke a few holes in them varmits, and you drain 'em dry!"  He tilted his hat forward a bit, and moved to the cave entrance.  "So, we just run in, or what?"

[Suitaloo 743]

"I didn't think it was. Not like I care much. I've met some mares who can handle themselves pretty damned well." Malt said. "And rushing in wouldn't be the best plan, unless you want the noise we make to attract every Nightstalker in the den to us, which could easily get out of hoof. We'd only want to get a couple corpses to get the blood. Though, if you see any egg clutches, we can grab a couple of those too so I could make us something to eat while we're all waiting for Star to get better. Just try to stay quiet. Once you start firing off shots, you will alert the den mothers, and if they see us taking her eggs or even just being in the cave, she will cause us some trouble. So I suggest we work quickly, but as quietly as possible. If you would happen to have any silenced weapons, that'd be useful as well. Or if we could alert them one at a time, or at least in small groups, we could take them out and then siphon them. How do you want to go about this?" He proposed.

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"Well," Quick Strike shrugged, "I usually just start shooten 'till there's nothen left ta shoot.  But ya seem to be more familiar with these varmits, so I'll follow your lead."  He raised his revolver, and spun the chamber around.  "Ya just lead me to 'em, and I'll poke some holes for ya.  Heh Heh!"

[Suitaloo 743]

"Trust me, you'll run out of bullets before you run out of things to shoot here." Malt warned. He took a look around for any telltale signs of Nightstalkers. There was a shimmer in the air. "There. You see that? It's like heat coming off the ground. Light bending through a solid object, like with a Stealth-Buck. That's a Nightstalker." He whispered. "I get the feeling it knows we're here, but it isn't running, so we need to work quickly."

[MisterRe 21]

"This place reminds me of home, expect not as damp or filled with these 'NightStalker's you guys are talking about. So... let's stab the thing and get out." Re wasn't afraid in the slightest bit. If he were to die on this very spot, at least he was with company."Quick strike, be patient. You don't want to be overrun by a bunch invisible mutants."

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"You got it!" Quick Strike called out.  He leveled his revolver, but hesitated.  Changing his mind, he dropped it back into his holster, and swung his rifle out in front of him.  "One Nightvarmit, coming up!"  He leveled the rifle at the shimmer, took a moment to aim, then opened fire...

 

(OOC: decide what happens next.  But QS should have hit it at least once, as he is an excellent shot...)

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

[Quick Strike hits it twice and misses twice.]

 

"I think the effects are settin in Soprano." I said. I looked into the fire and saw wasps. Little tiny wasps coming out of it. "What the hell?" I shook mee head slowly and they were gone. I tried to move my front legs only to see they wouldn't move. "Oh shit I'm paralyzed! I can't move." I began to panic. "What the hell! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yelled worriedly. Listen here young child. Don't you fret. A voice in my head said. My eyes went blood shot. "Hurry up you sons of bitches!" I yelled into the wasteland. "I'm goin insane!"

 

EFFECTS OF RADSCORPIN STING: (my version)

Vomiting

Hulisnation

Slight paralyzation

Blood shot eyes

Mental insanity

Death

[Suitaloo 743]

"Good shots." Malt said as he hurried over to the Nightstalker jumped on it, pinning it down so he could siphon the blood while it was still somewhat alive. "I need to do this while the heart is still pumping a bit to speed up the process, so the blood will flow in to the bottle." He said as he started drawing the blood. He also checked to see if it had any eggs inside it so he could make some food for later by cutting it open around the lower torso, cutting in to the womb. "That should be enough blood. Let's get moving, no doubt we'll have company if we wait too long." He warned.

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

I kept trying to move but I couldn't. "Fuck you Soprano!" I said out of the mood swings I was getting from the poison. Help me! A high pitched voice called out. I looked up then sat my head back down. "Errrh fucking...voices...in....my head." If the poison didn't get me I'd go insane right now. "Soprano damnit give me some food." I ordered. "I'm alright Soprano. Every...thing is gonna...be...ok. You understand me?" I could feel the poison inside me. "Oh shit not ag-" I threw up on the road again but this time I couldn't move so I just laid my head in my own vomit. "Celestia damnit." I threw up again. "HURRY! THE! HELL! UP! I'M DYING DAMNIT!"

[Suitaloo 743]

"You know what, I'm being stupid, I got the blood we need, let's get moving. I kind of forgot we're on the clock." Malt said as he rushed back to the camp. "You guys can stay if you want, but I wouldn't if I were you." He placed a spare cap on top of the bottle to keep the blood from spilling and rushed to the camp.

 

"Happy to see me Star?" Malt chuckled, out of breath. He bent over the fire and pulled out both the blood bottle and the poison glands. "So what I need to do is heat up the blood and put in a bit of the poison from the glands to act somewhat like an inoculation." Malt said as he mixed up the ingredients and made the Antivenom. "There. Drink this." Malt said as he levitated the bottle over to Star with magic. "It'll be a bit hot, but in your condition, you need it ASAP."

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

"Bout fuckin time. I've been waiting forever for you to show up." I said. "Sorry just a mood swing. Poison causes them." I lifted my head up from the vomit. "Ergh. Gonna need some water for that mess." I spat and tried to move my front legs. "Awww shit. I got minor paralyzism from this poison. Could you help me out."

[Suitaloo 743]

"Sure." Malt replied, levitating the bottle gently to Star's mouth. "It won't take effect immediately, but you should start feeling a bit better. You might get a bit of a headache, but after what you've been through, I don't think that'll be much of an issue. You are going to want to rest though, so I'd recommend we just camp out under the stars for the night and then get moving in the morning."

[MisterRe 21]

"With a taste of your lips I'm on a rush... your toxic I'm slipping under... with the taste of a posion Paradise. I'm addicted to you don't you know that your toxic..." Re sung to himself in light of the situation and also mocked the occurrence of the stinging sensation. He hoped no pony heard him.

 

(Writers block)

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

(I got one to Re but hopefully it'll pass)

 

I drank the mixture down. "Fuck that's terrible....thanks you saved my life." I tried moving my legs. "Guess you were right. Least I ain't throwin up. Also I didn't tell you who I am." I said. "The names Star Gaze. Former guardian of the Zuluian zebra tribe. Now a wanderer of the wasteland." I said. A memory popped into my head. "Where's my knife?"

[Suitaloo 743]

"Oh yeah." Malt said, pulling out the knife and embedding it in the dry ground next to Star as he drank the antivenom. "Ah. I had gotten your name by asking the rest of the guys that came with me on the way to the Nightstalker den. As for a more formal introduction of myself, my name is Malt Mix. I once owned the Saloon in Neighton, but it had gotten attacked by raiders and I was driven off, so now I mostly stay out here in the wilderness, living off the land." He explained. "So, Soprano is it? What's your story?" Malt asked.

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"What? It's like I was gone for about 20 posts." Soprano said. "Anyway, I've been living in the wasteland for 13 years, since I was born. I used to shelter in Celestia's old castle, until I came here to find food. I hadn't seen anypony for 7 years before I met these guys fighting."

 

(OOC: Sorry for the disappearance, time zone troubles and studying.)

Edited September 9, 2014 by SopranoAurora

[nx9100 1,013]

Finally walking up the the camp fire, Quick Strike dropped his rifle to the ground.  "Sorry I'ma late.  Took mai time comin back.  Wanted to make sure none of them Nightcritters followed us."  He plopped down next to the fire, and cast a look towards Star Gaze.  "Hey, good ta see ya moving around, pardner!"  He turned to Malt.  "Guess ya came through for us after all."  He tipped his hat to Malt.  "Much obliged, friend." 

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Soprano, once he reached his destination, quickly settled down to study his shorthoof. He hadn't studied it for a while, and he might need it for transcribing later on. He wasn't too big on the whole work as a group thing, as he had no idea how to socialize. Suddenly, he saw some herd running towards the campsite.

[MisterRe 21]

Re was bored and fast a sleep. Whether it was night or day he didn't care, he still needed the sleep. He wanted to just awaken back in the stable. Live in the vault, Die in the vault. That's what they always said. Though life without parents in a stable was lonely, it was stable and stagnant. Re didn't have to fight so hard until he met the outside, cruel world.

 

"Ma.... da..d... don't go in there... highly irratiated... you don't have to save everyone... stay with me..." Re often spoke during nightmares. "...Stay..."

[Suitaloo 743]

"Well, I was planning on staying up for a bit. I can take the first watch. You guys get some sleep. I'll wake you if something comes up or I'm starting to get tired." Malt said, looking out over the wastelands, carefully observing for any sign of danger. Content that nothing seemed to be on the horizon in any direction, he started idly poking the fire to keep it going, occasionally looking up again to scan the surroundings.