open Fallout Equestria: Ground Zero [RP]

[Blacklight 118]

@@Guardian Braveheart,

Renatus glanced at Knight and replied in a neutral tone, remembering his earlier outburst, " No, it's not that..." He looked away as he continued, struggleing to keep his tone neutral as the memory of the recording flooded back, "...It's just...something I found back in that bunker. I didn't think anything of it when first found it, I just pocketed it and moved on, but while you were passed out. I took the liberty of listening to it and...look, it's better if you hear it." He then held his hoof out, the recording still selected and pressed play. 

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

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I listened in. I think it was two researchers... Talking about an experimental research. Just half way on the recording, I realized it was a research based on him... his species rather. They were actually using them as lab rats for research. All went in vain anyway, look waht fucking happened to Equestria. Not even a single game-changer was made. I think I know how he feels now. And I think I know where this marker for Baltimare came from too.

 

"Oh..." he said. "Those sick bastards. I know your kind might be... evil? But everyone has rights. I'm guessing you'll head out there, right?"

[Lil' Lovebug 1,041]

Damn! I should have realized he would have signaled for reinforcements. I ran down an alley and found some stairs leading onto a roof, dragging Amber with me. Once in place, I started picking off some of the ponies. Explosive, hollow point, fire, hollow, armor pierce, explosive. The gamble. Is a georgeous thing. It took only one shot for most of the ponies, but some of them made me miss or were more resilient.

 

I never entered S.A.T.S, always hated it, instead deciding to use my own skill to aim. Even though I never used S.A.T.S, I still recognized the sound of its mechanized shots. I looked down towards where the open area was and gasped. I noticed Anaphora and Forage on the ground. The enemies took that time to shoot at me, bullets bouncing off my helm and hitting my ears. I quickly took cover behind the cover taking the time to store my spent cartridges in my pack and checking my ammo stores. Not doing too bad.

 

Ignoring the blood coming from my armor and ears (they hadn't missed as much as I'd hoped), I popped back over the cover and took aim at the one pony in needed to. His head popped into veiw and I steadied myself. "I'm sorry..." I breathed as I pulled the trigger, crosshairs on my friend's head. I blacked out not knowing if I made the shot though. I think I could hear Amber screaming my name....

Edited April 28, 2014 by Bladed & Verses

[Blacklight 118]

Renatus gave him a dangerous glare as he spat back, " We...are...not...evil.  Was it so bad all we wanted to do was survive? Look outside! Who did you think did this...and you dare to call us evil. Did we destroy a land that was once so luscious and plentiful with our greed and stubbornness? Maybe you should think long and hard about who here was really evil...and yes I'm going to head to Baltimare. Though, while I wanted to stick around with you for awhile to pay back my debt to you; if you going to be like that then I might as well leave now." He then realized he had been steadily advancing on Knight until he stood face to face to him, still glaring at him.

@@Guardian Braveheart,

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

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"Woah, dude... chill..." I said. "I still have a hangover. I don't know what I'm saying... But you're right..."

 

I looked outside the window, looking at the wastelands.

 

"We did this, although, I feel my employer isn't telling me something. I saw his Pipbuck with schematics on the Megaspell. I have a bad feeling about him....

 

"I'd say... I'll join you to Baltimare. I don't know what happened to my employer, or even care if I continue the job. Sure, energy weapons are good, but nothing beats a bullet to the head."

 

I tried to sit back up, but fell back on the bed.

 

"Just... Give me a minute to get me to stand up first?"

[Anneal 2,197]

@, @@Windbreaker,

 

When time reverted back to normal, I (Baryon) saw that Frizzen was quickly staggered by the successful hit, dropping his rifle...until I stopped in shock. He hesitated for a short moment, slowly looking up and fully showing his suddenly bloodied face, with a scarlet stream trickling down a hole in his head. Oh shit...did I make that shot? I didn't mean to kill him!

 

No matter what kind of excuse I tried to make, it didn't stop Frizzen from falling to the ground, a puddle forming below him. I instantly threw up from the scene. It was one of the first time I killed a pony right in front of me...and it was horrifying, not from the blood and gore – I've dealt with that several times – but because of the fact I ended a pony's life. 

 

Everypony else, or rather, everypony else that was still alive, similarly stopped and looked at the late Frizzen's body. His face was still in a surprised emotion as it was during the last second of his life on earth, and the remainder of his group stood back. Now that the dust had cleared, I had also noticed that Steady Hoof was also lying flat; either he was dead or unconscious. His mare friend was luckily still standing, though her eyes started to tear up. 

 

I went up to the three ponies that needed attention: Forage, Anaphora, and Steady Hoof. All of them were at the least still alive and breathing. Frizzen, however, was beyond medical care. He could probably only last a few minutes at best, and even so he wouldn't have probably gotten proper care in such an emergency. Anaphora and Steady Hoof still had some hope; Anaphora only got a few hits to her upper body and shoulder, and the armor Steady was wearing helped to alleviate the damage a bit, though some bullets still got into his flesh. Forage was hit in the head like Frizzen, though the bullet didn't go through (ironically, the pony that taught me about these "armor-piercing" rounds, Frizzen, was likely hit by that type of round), and merely shredded into the side of his head. I guessed that the bullet must have stopped in his skull. 

 

Now that I saw it, the remainder of Frizzen's mercenary group were running away. No use in shooting them; I didn't want more ponies to suffer, anyway. I looted a few of the bodies, finding another weapon that the PipBuck identified as the "S-66 10mm Submachine Gun". I decided not to loot Frizzen's body, still regretting what I had done (added with the fact I wasn't able to hold his weapons and other inventory). I still had to give him a proper burial somewhere.

 

I turned to Steady's friend. "We can still hopefully save Forage. Anaphora and Steady Hoof would be all right, but I'm worried that Forage's skull may have been fractured from the shot. I need some Med-X, healing potions, and a few Stimpaks. It's not sanitary to work here, so we might have to move someplace else," I said. "Also...this is stupid, but do you have a Auto-Doc Model IV or a Mister Handy Doctor Model? I remember having those in the Stable. Maybe there's still some left around the Wasteland?" 

Edited April 30, 2014 by Late Suri Polomare

[EcstaticWind 572]

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"Interesting friends you have..." Noble said dryly as he came out of cover. He'd taken a hit to the shoulder and one across his muzzle, though he was certain he got the two he was aiming at. Hard to say what happened in the confusion. Not that what happened really mattered when three ponies were down. Noble knelt down beside the injured ponies and got ready to cast a healing spell. Despite the usefulness of healing spells, he only used it in an emergency and ponies bleeding out were exactly what Noble considered an emergency.

 

"Allow me." He said, leaning forwards so the healing energies flowed from his horn into the injured ponies. Spreading it out meant it was less powerful, but Noble was pouring more energy into the spell despite the risk to himself. He cut off the spell once his head started pounding. "That should buy them some time."

[Blacklight 118]

@@Guardian Braveheart,

Renatus's gazed softened as he saw Knight fall after attempting to get off the bed. Maybe I snapped to him too quickly, I mean he can barely stand as it is and his mind probably isn't doing much better. I just I can't believe he would ignorantly insult my entire species like that after he just heard the suffering they went though for his own kind. Though I shouldn't have been so harsh; after all, all he knows about Changelings is from one-sided, inaccurate, history books. He thought as before replying, " Sorry, it's just that I'm still a bit angry from that recording and with what you said, I used you as a release. Here let me help you up.." he paused, leaning over to help Knight out of bed, " As for Baltimare, it looks like week's journey east and I have no idea what's out there that way, not evening mentioning the fact you I have no supplies beyond my weapon and a few clips of ammo and who knows what we'll find when we get there." 

[Anneal 2,197]

@, @@Windbreaker, @@TheLineTrotter,

 

 

"I hate my life," I (Anaphora) murmured. It felt like I was in another body; short and stubby hooves, my mane that nearly went down to my face, and an annoying personality. I - the filly - was sitting on the edge of a degraded concrete walk away, hooves through the handlebars.

 

It was me as a filly. Why am I dreaming about this?

 

Next to me was a familiar griffon. Oh no...not this part of my memory...why did it have to be him...Stormwalker? "Well, if you tried mercenary work, then you would realize how difficult it is. But it puts caps in your pocket, and your dad told me the basics. You should try it; it's pretty nice to have a rifle on your hooves," he said. "Plus, you might need it. The wasteland is a pretty bad place for a filly like you."

 

Stormwalker ruffled my mane. He wasn't much older than me, but he liked to act as my elder brother. It seemed like the differences between us didn't really matter; we were family, and that's what counted. "But we're living off a shack when we can have much more! I don't like seeing my parents return with scars with only a few caps in their hooves! There's got to be something more profitable!"

 

"Ana...sometimes it's to live with what you got. There are ponies having bigger issues and living worse than us."

 

I paused for a few seconds, then sighed. "Maybe you're right," I answered, standing up.

 

"Wait...where are you going?" he asked.

 

I showed him my bag of scrap. "I'm going to sell this off the old stallion down the block."

 

"Do you want me to go with you? I have a gun and can offer some protection."

 

"No, I'll do fine," I replied assuredly.

 

"You..you sure you don't need me?" But before he could finish, I was already off into the streets. When I looked back, I still saw a young Stormwalker, just staring at me from his place.

 

"Ugh..." I muttered, attempting to force open my eyes. My vision was blurred, though I could make out a figure coming towards me. I started hearing some kind of faded, ringing sound, though it soon cleared up into recognizable words.

 

"...just healed you...first to go up, you're going to have to answer some questions." I looked up, finally realizing that I was leaning against a wall. Baryon and the strange was meters away from me. A bandage was wrapped around my right shoulder. I tried to get up, but I ended up straining myself in pain a d sat back down.

 

"Take it easy. He-" Baryon pointed to the unicorn stranger "-just cast a healing spell on you, and I injected some Med-X and...is it called Stampede? Yeah, that too. Turns out it strengthened your body temporarily to fight the wounds, but it has a side effect. You might feel a bit weak.

 

"Anyways, first things first. Frizzen, before he died, mentioned you were a slaver and Forage was a raider. Tell me, is that true?"

 

Shit. He knows. I merely stared at him for a while in silence, until I finally spoke. No reason to start lying now; he didn't seem like he was in the mood to find excuses. "Yes. I am. I don't know about Forage until now. You might want to try asking him."

 

Baryon stopped and moved forward. I flinched, covering my face with my hooves, expecting him to beat me until bled or probably get me executed in front of the town. But he did neither. Instead, he felt my bandaged shoulder. I winced, and he finally said, "Are you fine? You got shot quite a few times."

 

I didn't know why, but my face reddened when he was holding my hoof. I looked away and replied, "Yeah. It's fine."

 

Baryon checked my other hoof for any injuries. "How did you get here?" he questioned, glancing into my eyes calmly.

 

"Oh, I...uhh...arrived here from a city west of here after a riot broke out."

 

"How far west?" I felt his coat scuffle mine, and blushed again. Nice going.

 

"Not far," I tersely responded.

 

He smiled. "Not far? That's where I came from - I mean, where I saw some generous friends who helped me."

 

"You don't see that very often." I was trying to go for a natural conversation, but it felt awkward having my face heat up. "Ouch," I quickly added, moving my bandaged hoof back.

 

"Well, that doesn't hide the fact that I had my own share of unfortunate events. Just look at my coat and you can tell." Indeed, Baryon's coat had three dark marks; signs of magical energy weapon blasts. There was also a bandaged lower hoof, though it was difficult to see due to his Stable satchel covering it up. "And you won't believe it if you knew that one of my companions had to dump century old Scotch on me," he added, laughing.

 

I grinned. He didn't seem to mind the fact that I was, as most do-gooders would put it, the scum of the wasteland. Sad thing. Most wastelanders won't appreciate his personality for very long. "Will Steady and Forage be all right?"

 

"Steady was also healed, so he should be waking up soon. Forage, however, needs extensive medical care. We only patched up some of his more minor wounds."

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

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"My caps it's a wasteland," I told him. "Just... give me a minute to regain myself from being drunk."

 

I looked at my supplies. Night Strike and Bubble Bullets are still there, so as my revolver, Pathfinder and my blade... how the hay did he find that?

 

"I still have a bunch of food and water until we can get to the next town. I know there's one, just a good days travel on hoof. I forgot the town's name though. I heard there are Gun Gallopers there. Ruthless, I think. But if we pass that town, I think we can go to Baltimare with a full stash of supplies."

[EcstaticWind 572]

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With my power, I've helped save two lives today and maybe with a little time and luck, I could help to save a third.

 

While the Pegasus and the mare talked, Noble decided to check the dead ponies for things he could use and hopefully something to ease his headache. Most of them were already looted, most likely by the Pegasus, but the one they called Frizzen still had his rifle, most likely ammunition, maybe food and medical supplies. Noble took the rifle and any ammo he could find for it, but the dead pony didn't seem to have much on him aside from guns and his armor. Deciding to take the sidearm as well, Noble returned his attention to the living.

 

"Sorry to interrupt your moment, but we can't stay here. And I'm afraid I have more bad news. I can't cast that healing spell again until I get some food and maybe a mentat if my own recovery is taking too long. Take a moment to recover, but don't take too long."

[Blacklight 118]

@@Guardian Braveheart, 

Renatus followed Knight's gaze as he noticed his incredulous expression as he looked at his supplies, " Yea, I kinda took those off you when you passed out, pissed drunk. I still can't believe you got that drunk in just two hours." he said, remembering his earlier drunk state, " Anyways, it's great to see that food and water aren't going to be a problem, at least for the time being." Not like even need it... He thought as he recalled that they were for mostly Knight's benefit, besides water and the occasional piece of raw meat for him. Getting positive emotions are also going to be a problem too...I'm going to have to keep my transformations and magic use to a minimum until I can get a steady source...Well maybe that's not going to be problem... his gaze, like that of a predator eyeing it's prey, turned back to Knight, but almost as quickly turned away as he added hastily, ... though I definitely not draining him! Not after what he's done to help me. Although, there are other ways to get what I want and I'm sure with a bit of 'persuasion' he be allll for it. Putting that aside for now, he remembered Knight talking of a group known as the Gun Gallopers, " Beyond ruthless, Is that all you know about them? Is there anything else besides you can tell me?"

Edited May 5, 2014 by Blacklight01

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

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"Thanks for that,"  I told him. "Still, how did you find that blade. It was hidden pretty good... Anyways, that's what I've heard."

 

I looked back at him, his gaze, creeping the buck out of me entirely. I went back to topic, looking back at the Talon.

 

"Some say that they have a ton of guns. About an armory's worth. That's their business too, but that's just what I've heard so far. Also... I heard that a Slaver mare... Anaphora I think, went to the town we were after. I remembered... It was Regia. I'm thinking since you want to drain emotions, I think the one with the bounty looks fine for your meal."

[TheLineTrotter 100]

@@Guardian Braveheart,

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Vincent was... well, quite plainly, completely out of it. He sat on the dirty, stained, disgusting couch and staring off into space. The nightmare, even if the others obviously didn't know about it, left him rather unhinged and deep in thought. It had dug up memories and fears he had buried long ago... rather forcefully. The two talking before him? Ignored. Renatus screaming and bucking around the room? Completely missed by the season merc. What did eventually bring him out of his stupor was the mention of a slaver, of hearing Anaphora's name... him instantly perking up and looking at Knight, whom seemed to imply they hunt down Anaphora... and feed allow Renatus to feed off her emotions, draining her.

 

Vincent flipped, instantly launching himself towards the Stable pony, rolling across the floor of the motel room until he pinned him to the nearby wall, roaring loudly like a lion directly into the stallion's face. "No!" he screamed angrilly, wrapping a talon around the stallion's throat, huffing angrilly and he glared daggers. Normally, Vincent wouldn't have done this... but he was shaken by the nightmare, and the idea of someone hunting down his childhood friend, someone who was like family, a little sister to him... 

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

@@TheLineTrotter,

 

I was caught by surprise as the Talon suddenly jumped on me. I tried to break free... but with my drunken state... no avail. I was pinned down on the wall, no escape, choking from the clutched talons.

 

"Hey... Vincent... WHAT THE BUCK!!!" I exclaimed, choking most of the time. "What did I ever do to you!?"

 

I squirmed and trashed, by his grip was like a vice. I won't budge anytime soon. I might not live anytime soon.

[TheLineTrotter 100]

Vincent's mind cleared... slightly. But he was angry... his blood boiling as he looked at Knight, the drunken pony as he was choked. The question only seemed to anger him more, making him roar again. It was unfair, to be certain. Knight didn't know. As far as he knew, Ana was just another slaver. And... well, Vincent had never directly interfered with someone going after her before... he'd seen her poster, known she had a bounty, but for some reason... with the memory dug back up, he had lost himself... part of him still just saw Ana as the little mare he knew growing up, with an overgrown mane who wasn't happy with where she was in life, who was sick of seeing her dad and Vincent come home injured and scarred with only a few caps to show for their work, often gone for months and weeks doing jobs with her unsure if they were alive or dead. 

 

Vincent's voice was a low, threatening growl as he stared deeply into Knight's eyes, a fire burning in his pupils. "Listen closely... you go after her... you hunt her down... you mention killing her... anything... i`ll rip off your own hooves and beat you to death with them..." he seemed to hold the drunken knight's throat abit longer, for emphasis, before finally loosening his grip.

 

@@Guardian Braveheart,

 

(Yeah... Vincent can be kinda bloodthirsty... ) 

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

@@TheLineTrotter,

 

((Knight has Bloodlust. They're even.))

 

 What the buck is he implying? Does he have a past with her? Past lover? Nah, Griffon and pony... it never works. Colleagues? Possibly, if he's that pissed at me for mentioning. Friends? Possibly, for a long time.

 

"OK Ok!!" I screamed, shoving his talons from my throat, a small cut with it. My body just limped on the floor. Sheesh, to think you're wasted, they'd go light you. But no. I just gasped for air.

 

Whatever, if she even has a slave with her. I swear, I'll gun her down, and her talon friend if it means putting my life on the line to destroy any evil in the wasteland.

[Lil' Lovebug 1,041]

I was... alone. Our group had dwindled slowly, some leaving to find a calling, some lost to insanity, and some dead. I stood atop the hill watching as my last two friends and companions left towards the town on the horizon. For the first time since the raid on my home and Stable, I stood solitary. The empty feeling inside ate at me as I sat atop the hill.

 

I eventually moved on, trying to find a purpose for myself out in the wasteland. I spent months going to different towns for work, but nothing ever filled the gap left by my friends. I came across a cliff overlooking the ocean and sat there looking out. The face of Frizzen flashed before my eyes along with the faces of others we had had to put down after we'd left the stable. Shrapnel, saved by me during the raid on the stable just to die by my hoof after going insane, River, Card Flip, and Polplar. I pulled out the magnum I had found on a raider and held it to my head with my magic. As I pulled the trigger, I felt tn warm, comforting feeling of hooves wrapping around me. The gun clicked against an empty hull and the gun dropped to the dirt.

 

I awoke still feeling hooves wrapped around me and a warm body pressed against mine. I could feel a steady breathing on my neck from a sleeping pony. I lay there for a while, soaking up that long missed feeling. I wiped the tears off my face as best as I could and carefully turned over to face Amber. I smiled looking at her calm face as she slept soundly and decided not to interrupt it. I kissed the top of her head and wiggled my way out of her grasp.

 

I walked over to the body of Frizzen and sat next to him. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you friend. Why do we have to lose so many to the wasteland and insanity?" I pulled the bullet out of Frizzen's head. Mine. "Guess I didn't miss. Hope it didn't hurt." I looked around for his rifle but failed to find it. I walked back to the others and noticed Bayron and Anaphora talking. I left them alone and looked for the unicorn who had been there during the fight. I saw him looting other ponies and walked up to him. "Did you take Frizzen's rifle? If so can I have it?"

[Blacklight 118]

@@Guardian Braveheart,@@TheLineTrotter,  

Renatus was taken completely off guard by griffin, who up until that point had drifted off, and stood there as he pinned Knight by the throat on one of walls, and after threatening him for talking about a slaver named Anaphora, finally released him. Leaving him gasping for air on the floor. He quickly shook himself out of his stupor however and shoved the griffin away from Knight, placing himself between them as he hissed, " Griffin, explain yourself NOW! What the buck made you do that to Knight?!" Was it the slaver Anaphora? He wondered as he took a threatening stance against the griffin and drew his rifle, his eyes glowing a fierce orange as he glared at him with the rifle floating besides Renatus.   

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

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"At ease Renatus," I ordered, trying my best to sit up. I levitated on of my rifles and used it as a cane for the time being. "Didn't mean to treat your little friend, but I have bad blood against those kind."

 

I mean seriously, slavery. That's just fucked up. I know the wasteland is cruel, but to make others lives torture... It has to stop.

 

"Just make sure she has no slaves on her... then I'll spare her. We don't need to spill blood."

[EcstaticWind 572]

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At the sound of another pony's voice, Noble turned to face him. He was asking about the rifle Noble had taken from the dead body of Frizzen, which Noble was currently reluctant to part with. But if Noble refused to give the weapon to this pony, what would stop him from putting a bullet in Noble's head and taking it anyway. Surely they could see that they needed it and a pony to use it.

 

"If it means that much to you, then it's yours. But I'd like to keep hold of it for now until the danger has passed. I daresay you'll need an extra pair of eyes to keep watch. Then I will gladly hoof it over, along with the ammunition. Fair terms, Mister...?"

 

Noble remained calm and mentally braced himself for the impending reaction, even as the worst possible outcome played itself out over and over in his aching head.

[Anneal 2,197]

@, @@Windbreaker, 
 

I (Baryon) nodded in agreement, holding up Anaphora by her hooves. "Yes. We should be leaving here soon; it's not going to be safe if, say, Frizzen's remaining hired guns get a bigger army to wipe us out. We won't be doing Regia a favor, either. As for Forage, we won't be able to carry him someplace else in the long term, so as much as I hate to say it, we might have to leave him here. He isn't their target anymore, though I still have unanswered questions for Forage to answer. But the healing spell did help...what's your name again?"

 

Anaphora pushed me away. "I don't need your help, Stable pony. I'm perfectly fine trotting by myself." – she grimaced again at her wounded hoof – "Also, what did you do to my hoof?"

 

"Don't touch your bandage," I warned. "I had to suture it up with fishing line, so the gunshot wound might open up again if you try to mess with it."

 

When I finished talking, I heard a faint beep coming from my PipBuck, and a yellow exclamation mark on the top right of my screen. Strange. I didn't think I had that kind of feature implemented in my PipBuck. When I used the PipBuck switches to hover towards the tab. Notifications. That's new. I opened it to find another "new" voice message. "Excuse me, but I need to attend to something personal for now," I informed. Who would think to send a message to me? Do ponies even use that kind of technology now? I thought while flying into nearby abandoned building.

 

When I was sure that no one else was listening, I played it. A cheery voice was heard from the other side, albeit a bit slurred from the static. "Hey there. This is just Scribe Backtrack from the base. So we managed to...err...hack your PipBuck while you were asleep in our base, and we have been using it as a failsafe tracker in the case you or someone tried to jeopardize our mission by destroying the one on you. But since we have heard of your success from radio interceptions, we're glad to say that we trust you. Which is good. You now have basic Level 1 access to some of our information. (Hooray.) If you want more work, I suggest you find another base nearby. So far, I have found one near Albedo, to the south: Bunker Theta. You can try your luck there, though if you're lost, I added a few markers on your map."

 

Not surprisingly, I found a few extra yellow squares on my PipBuck map. Steel Ranger bunkers – four of them, it seems. Other than that, there was no change at all to the PipBuck systems. Looks like they didn't change it that much. 

 

I returned back outside to the group, but when I arrived, Anaphora trotted to me. I moved back, believing she was up to something, but instead she showed me a body. It was one of Frizzen's mercenaries. I nearly jumped. "While you were gone doing your makeup, I just found something unusual," she claimed, pulling up the dead stallion's armor sleeve and showing a black symbol of sorts. "I don't know what it is. The other dead ponies, even Frizzen there, had them too. I wonder if it's some organization symbol or something, though we should take note of this."

 

Meanwhile, I saw Steady and the stranger busy talking with each other, one of them holding a rifle, most likely Frizzen due to the "disappearance" of his weapons and armor. "I think that's something we might have to pay attention upon later on. But we can't stay here too long. We have to leave before more of Frizzen's group comes along to kill us. Got your things ready to go?"

 

Anaphora picked up another rifle and an ammo box, along with a pack of food. From her eyes, she looked a bit cautious...like somepony was trying to find her. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary to me, honestly; she was a slaver. And while I detested slavery, she was still injured, and something inside me told me that she wasn't as evil as I thought she would be. Plus, she looked a bit...attractive. "What? Oh yes, we do have to leave quickly. Probably to Wind Barb; I don't want his lunatics to track us down. The trip might take few days, so we need to pack up on some food. Unless..." she glanced at Steady and the stranger, who were still trying to argue with Frizzen's weapons. Seriously, a gun is a gun. Would some ponies really kill each other for something you find on the streets?

 

(Baryon is believing that Steady and Noble are arguing against who is having the weapon. Which is kind of true.)

Edited May 10, 2014 by Late Suri Polomare

[Blacklight 118]

@@Guardian Braveheart,@@TheLineTrotter,  

" No." Renatus protested, his ears lying flat against his head as he glanced at Knight, "Not until he tells us just how deep his connection with the slaver is. For all we know, he could be waiting stab us in the back and give us to her. I'm not going to give him the chance!" His eyes glowed brighter as he bellowed, the memory of the recording still fresh in his mind, " I WILL NOT BE IMPRISONED AGAIN!" He turned his gaze turned back to the griffin as he melted away his former form and growled at the griffin, cocking the rifle as he hissed, " Now I will not tell you again...explain yourself..."

[TheLineTrotter 100]

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Vincent glanced at the gun pointed at his face by the Changeling, staring down over the barrel into Renatus' eyes. It was a fair enough question, and part of Vincent knew it. Even not having really heard the recording about Renatus' imprisonment,  he could understand the concerns, especially with how... violent Vincent had become.It seemed he was only now truly coming out of his stupor. "I`ve saved your life from that Enclave pony twice over, Renatus. You owe it to me to stand down." Vincent said plainly, glaring at the Changeling from down the barrel of the gun. If he was afraid of getting shot, he didn't show it. "And I have a right to my own secrets... suffice to say, I give you my word, on my honor as a merc, I have no plans to sell you off or take her to her to be captured.I will not, however, stand idly by while you hunt her down to kill her by draining her..."

 

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"ALRIGHT! YOU TWO, STOP!!" I blurted out, in-between Renatus' line of fire and Vincent. "There is no reason for blood to this."

 

I looked up to Vincent, even though I'm still limping with one of my rifle.

 

"Look, I'm guessing this... Anaphora mare is either your colleague or a childhood friend from your reaction of us talking about her. Can we all agree to not start shooting our fucking brains out and just tolerate for a minute."

 

I glared back at Renatus. "I won't let anypony take you again, ever. You have my word on that. And you..."

 

I looked back at Vincent.

 

"We won't get her bounty unless she provokes us. Do we have a deal?"