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Lance had staggered out from behind the desk and peeped his head out of the doorway. His eyes focused on Ametrine and the awestruck raider. Dammit, if I had a gun righ-- wait, is that that Fallskir guy coming up behind him?

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The raider's jaw dropped, and he dropped his axe.

"Awwwwww, s***, I ain't dealing with this magic s***. No way. No how."

He slowly began to back away, keeping his eyes locked on the metal plate where he was expecting blood. He didn't notice Fallskir behind him.

 

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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

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Lance watched as Fallskir beat the raider to a pulp. 

"Wow, that was--"

Then he noted the three raiders, bodies mutilated. This was too much, and Lance could feel what remainder of food he had in his stomach coming back up. He briskly turned back around into the office and doubled over.

Vomiting : -2 Agility, -5 Charisma; Alerts nearby of your presence

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The leader didn't stand a chance. When he went down the first time, he knew it was over. He wished he had brought more raiders with him, like the boss had said, but he hadn't and now he was dead.

F***.

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Ametrine watched as the bandit leader was torn apart by the diamond dog, marveling at the other's comparable strength.  There was a sort of admiration, almost envy, that could be seen in her eyes, like she was hungry and could only watch as another enjoyed a delicious daffodil sandwich.

Before she could jump into the fray, however, it was over.  She turned her eyes back to Fallskir, and bore her teeth at him.  He was hers.  Her kill.  How dare he steal him from her!  Perhaps she should make an ex-

Just then, another whirring sound came from her legs, her eyes glazing over.  The grimace vanished from her maw, replaced by a blissful grin as she fell back against the wall.  A small moan came from her throat as her gaze failed to focus on anything in particular.

The battle was over.  Time to take 10 and have her reward.

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Having made his makeshift bandage stay he replaced his duster on, making his way to the door he opened it when he heard it was quieter out there. The first scene is Lance's weak constitution at work, vomiting everywhere. Walking out fully he could see the scene fully, the doggo had crushed in the raiders head. Making his way over to the doggo he peeked over his shoulder at the leader softly saying "I think he is dead." upon hearing the whimper from the dog he chuckled some probably whining wanting to kill something else, his eyes looked over at Amertine chuckling at her hearing her moaning against the wall "Well now, that is a lovely sound coming from you Sweetie. Shall I attempt to alleviate you of your issue there or you good?"

He didnt want to show what was going on under his duster keeping it closed up, making sure they didnt see his injury...last thing he needed was to look weak...really nothing holding them together now that the doors were open. One showing weakness would be a quick way to be eliminated he then looked over at Lance calling out to him "Looks like you need to get some food...how about some raider? Use the skull fragments to just scoop up the brains...sorta like salsa and chips." he chuckled as the chakram in the wal began to wiggle unwedging itself and coming back to him slipping it back on his hoof

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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. 

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"GO F*** YOURSELF, WILL YOU?"

Lance shouted out to the bossy one's awful joke, and then clasped his stomach again and looked downwards. He said something to Fallskir;

"I noticed."

He managed to say between gags. After another few dry heaves he finally was able to force himself to stand up straight. He looked rather ill. Still, he looked up towards Fallskir and saw that he was in more pain than he was.

"You don't look too good. Malls usually have First Aid areas somewhere, and I bet there's some alcohol left in one of the stores that we could find."

Sickness: -1 Agility, -1 Charisma

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Euphoria flooded her senses as Ametrine continued to smile listlessly and stare off to space.  In the back of her mind, what little piece of sentience was left was absolutely humiliated.  Did this have to happen EVERY time?  Was there a way to turn that one feature off?  Then again, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea for her to have something to take the edge off her anger?

Eventually, however, the hormones passed out of her system and her expression began to flash back to a less blissful one.  Ametrine shook her head and stood up, gritting her teeth as her face flushed in embarrassment, her eyes boring into Odair's.

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"You lay one hoof on me, and I'll rip it off," she spat out.  She looked back down at her hoof, the flap of skin still hanging off of her, revealing an unnatural enhancement that nopony seemed to notice yet.  "Guess we shouldn't waste time.  Loot the bodies, see if they don't have anything on them.  If nothing else, they should have painkillers."

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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.

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Watching Ametrine he chuckled at the comment of ripping his hoof off. When he saw her hoof he tilted his head some, a smirk coming across his face as he blurted out "Huh looks like you didnt take your own advice." he began to chuckle some closing his eyes some "Sorta funny really." he slowly opened his eyes looking away from Ametrine then to the others as the doggo was already looting, heading over he went to one of the raiders patting him down for anything. He didnt realize that his wounds had bled through leaving a trail of blood drops behind him

"Let me see, we got some ammo, a handgun looks like a 10 MM." probably the one that got him..prick. "Hmm any good coats on them? I would love a new duster but, doesnt look like they have anything like what I'm looking for." he opened the saddlebag and began to take out some caps tossing them on the ground "I guess we should pool the caps, then split them evenly. There are four of us and four way split should do. Unless this is the part we decide to betray each other." hearing the doggo talk of over 200+ years someone had to have taken something by now. "Well if that were the case Doggo, then they sure as hell wouldnt of shut the shutters down again after leaving."

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Lance shrugged.

"Just trying to look on the bright side. Plus, the doors were locked after all this time, so there must be something behind one of these doors."

He followed outside and stood a ways back, trying to ignore the metallic smell of fresh blood and the unnatural positions of the corpses. He didn't give a f*** if he could find some bandages for his own minor wounds. So, he put his mind onto doing something else-- looting the nearest shop. 'True Heart's Potions'. Hey, maybe one of these are alcoholic? It would help a lot. He tugged on the door, and it swung open. The inside was nearly empty, besides a few cracked empty bottles, and two green shimmering potions near the front desk as well as a few candy bars and gummies (probably rotten) on a small rack next to the desk. He picked up the candy bar and read the label.

Sugarcube Corners' Finest! (Warning: Contains potentially dangerous amounts of sugar.)

"Seems legit."

He unwrapped it and took a bite. Tasted like burnt rubber and additives. He choked on it for a minute before spitting it out.

"Ugh..."

He didn't even bother with the gummies. Instead, he picked up one of the elixirs. It was marked with the generic 'XXX', like most beers or boozes have. He popped the cork off and took a sip. It tasted quite bitter. Yep, this had a potent amount of alcohol in it. However, his queasiness seemed to worsen.

Bubbling Potion --  Addictive; +5 RAD

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Ametrine looked back to her hoof, then up at Odair, narrowing her eyes.  "Ha, ha," she deadpanned.  She decided it wasn't worth it and moved on.  Where was it now?  Oh yeah.

The mare reached down and picked up the wicked-looking makeshift battle axe.  She turned it over in her hooves, running one of them over the blade.

Raider War Axe
STR Requirement: 8
Damage: 50
Special Effects: -2 DT
Condition: Heavily Used

"Brutal, but I think I'll pass."  She looks around her, and finds a clothing shop that had just opened up.  Into there was where she disappeared.

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"Hey, guys! I found beer!"

Lance rushed out of the potion shop, holding the now empty bottle and the other untouched potion.

"Strong stuff, if you ask me."

Whenever Lance was more or less drunk (like he was now), he talked about everything and everypony he saw. It was a pretty drastic change from his sober self, which stayed somewhat quiet and didn't really get emotional about anything besides pain and suffering.

He made is way over to Fallskir, and waved the drink in his face. 

"I told you there was alcohol here!"

It was very obvious that the potion had dangerous amounts of alcohol, as a small bottle had intoxicated Lance. 

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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.

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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.

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Lance scowled at Fallskir has he walked away. He picked up the cracked bottle and popped the cork off, and the proceeded to drink the rest of the bottle. This wasn't a good idea do to the amount of alcohol present. He giggled drunkenly as he staggered off to look for either something to collapse onto or more beer.

Heavily Intoxicated: -4 Agility, -3 Intelligence, +2 Charisma (Don't ask me how, the games give you charisma for being drunk)

 

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Odair was checking more of the corpses, seemed he was the only one doing that, he kept aware of his surroundings and where the others were. Seeing Ametrine slip into a clothing store, Lance drunk, and the doggo seeming to be upset he chuckled. He laid everything in a pile leaving it for now "I guess we will look around, this stuff will be fine for now. Just hope now that weak hacker is drunk he wont play with the guns there." he walked his way to the store Ametrine went into, his eyes looking around the place "Hmm wonder if they will have a new duster. Well there were shirts and stuff he could use as makeshift bandages.

 

Walking past a few racks he just looked through a few of the clothes "Huh some of these would be good for just regular stuff...wouldnt be caught outside a safe city without them..be dead in seconds." wait...Ametrine went in here where the hell was she?

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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. 

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Lance hadn't gotten far, and heard Fallskir. If he had been sober, he would have gone back and eventually pieced it together that Fallskir had just done drugs. He had been told time and time again that 'drugs, tobacco and alcohol are bad' he hadn't listened, but still. But Lance wasn't sober, so he thought nothing of it (if he had even heard it.)

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Instead, he was rummaging through a corner store in search of booze. Luckily for his health, the best he found was cracked bottle with a few drops left, which he greedily drank. He also found some weird needles filled with reddish stuff, marked 'STIMPAK', and he pocketed them because he felt they looked important in some way. Lance made his way back to the security office so he could crash. The office chair looked like it could make a decent bed.

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Ametrine looked over the various items jackets on display.  Most of them were covered in what was no doubt radioactive dust, and even a few of them had rotted away.  She took one leather jacket off the shelf, eyeing it up and down before grabbing another, and then another.  Pretty soon, several jackets lay draped over her foreleg as she continued browsing.

Suddenly, she jumped at a noise behind her, only to frown as it was the one pony she hoped it wasn't.  A raider would have been preferable.  "Look, if you're going to stalk me, at least make yourself useful."  She began holding various jackets up to herself.  "This one, this one, or this one?

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A hammered Lance had almost gotten to the security office without face-planting. Only a few more feet to go. He stumbled and slipped on blood and corpses of the raiders and past Fallskir, and finally got to the door. He mumbled something along the lines of 'I'll be in here if anypony wants to know' opened the door, and then pitched forward with an audible THUNK. Any pain that he might have suffered was shut out by the sheer amount of alcohol in his bloodstream. As he faded from consiousness, one thought went through his mind; Duuuude, what was in that potion?.. After a few moments he began to snore quietly.

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Looking through the store he came across the mare finally, as she told him to make himself useful he looked at the coats tilting his head to the side "Well, one is a nice material, number two is just number one in reverse and a much thicker looking leather probably make it more hard to move. Number three looks like the kind you would wear especially with your sunny disposition and huggable ways." he pointed to the third one before he yawned a bit "I tossed all the loot in a big pile, the hacker is drunk somewhere and the doggo is also having some leg issue." he began to chuckle a bit "I seem to be the only one that got out of that scuffle pretty unscathed."

 

Eyeing a few shirts he opened his saddlebag tossing them in, for make shift bandages later. As he went over to look at the coats nearby he looked back at the mare "Glad this place still had some stuff, I'm not finding anything really for me."

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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.

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( I don't know if any of you are going to hear Lance's sleep mumbles )

Mike, a young stallion, hopped out of the caravan. His mane's fiery colors jumped out, making him an easy one to spot. Behind him, Lance, looking much less noticeable with his dark mane, dark hoodie (he felt his eyes always were meant for somepony else; they shone a heroic blue, which Lance felt he didn't deserve) with the hood over his head. He looked like a polar opposite of Mike, with his bright red parka, bright red and orange mane and burning red eyes. Lance would have wondered at it further if the two hadn't had a job to do. They walked into the bank.

 

"Everypony down on the f***ing ground, this is a robbery! Do exactly as I say and you won't lose anything. We came for the bank's money, not yours. However, if you're looking for a fresh hole through your skull go ahead and try to call the authorities." Mike aimed two civilian pistols at various targets as he shouted this. Lance had his hunting rifle against the back of a security guards head. He took the guard's walkie-talkie and said, "Two armed vandals at the clothing shop (The store a couple doors down). Situation under control." This way, if the cops did come running, they would check the clothing store first. He pocketed the walkie and eyed his hostage. If this stallion knew how weak I was I would be dead in seconds. Still, Mike's yelling kept everypony down. The two had agreed; No killing unless the others fired first. Lance had just wanted to get some bits and beat it to a faraway stable where nopony knew who he was or what he was doing right now. Mike moved toward the tellers. "5000 bits and nopony gets hurt, got it?" Mike sneered at the terrified banker. Lance kept his eyes locked on the teller, in case there was a weapon under the desk that they were getting instead of the money. This was a mistake. His captive noticed the lack of attention towards him and took his StunGun and prepared to fire at Lance. Lance noticed the movement, but it was too late. 80,000 volts of electricity flowed through his nerves, and he dropped to the ground. He dropped the gun and blacked out.

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Meanwhile, back in the real world...

"Mike... help... bits... rifle..."

Lance muttered fragmented sentences as he lay on the floor (dangerously close to the vomit) of the security office. He was obviously having a nightmare, but he was so wasted he couldn't wake himself up. He'd be asleep for hours, if not more. Jeebus, what was in that drink?

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The mare looked from the first to the third jacket before tossing the first two on the ground.  She dropped her super sledge and rucksack, and with no qualms, slipped out of her jumpsuit, crumpling it up and tossing it away before slipping into the jacket.

Studded Leather Jacket: +1 CHA, DR 1

Ametrine rolled her shoulders, turning this way and that.  She looked around for a mirror, but they all appeared broken.  There was only one other option.

"How does it look?"

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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.

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