TheForgotenBrony

cinder looks over an appolagetic expressions n her face realizing she went way overboard. "Hey, sorry about that. I'm still a bit shaken up, stable problems and such." She looks away, and quickly wipes a tear away remembering the events from a few months back. "Been awhile since I've been around ponies, lost my charismatic side I suppose." She kicks a can between her hooves 'as she walks, looking down at the ground.

"That's right. 23 years, as soon as I was born I was surrounded by it. Lived by it. You best not question it either, I don't want to star a fight though." " she looks around a bit then speaks up again "My stable is for R&D, mostly weapons and the like." "Mom taught me how to strip a 10 millimeter when I was 4 by 6 using magic and a blindfold." She gives her a deadpan expression. "I know what I'm doing, and I might not look like much, but trust me, - She stomps her hoof on the ground crushing a rock - I am." "Als, that thing is nothing. Try shooting an 8 gauge thing could break an earth ponies shoulder, a strong one too."

"From the looks of it the chambers rusted up too, can't tell about the inner barrel though." She gives her a deadpan stare in return "And yes, I know a lot about guns. I happened to make thi shotgun myself using the various mills and such." She looks away, and continue to trot with the group "Twenty three years I've been an avid gunsmith. I know more then any of you ever will."

"Trust me, rusted weapons are unreliable at best. Nothing against his weapons just the way he takes care of them." She gestures to her well kept weapons "These however will keep you alive and fighting." She shifts a bit "That and the inner enchantments I have...that are a pain to keep working I may add., gonna need to rubies soon" mumbling to myslef

"Stable 27, not too keen of giving the location out though." She shifts a bit continuing to walk "Names cinder by the way." She looks back to the pony with the rusted weapons "That gun you got there is going to get you killed, it's pathetic and honestly angering that you haven't maintained such a beautiful firearm." I look back, scanning the wasteland.

"45 MRES, I'm set. Only thing I'm lacking is plasma charges". She says waving her robotic hoof in the air, the hoove part glowing a light green. She looks to foray "That's a pretty nice pistol you got there, looks like you've come to be fond of it too. Considering the modifications to it." She looks at her shotgun, smiling. "I've come to love my shotty here, crafted it myself in the stable, chambered for 10 or 12 gauge multiple different internal augments to make it a lead spitting death machine."

Havung been close and heard this I ask again "So, open to new members? Need a few caps and whatnot." I say this as I look over my shotgun, making sure everything is sound. "Been looking for work, starting to get a bit low on caps and need to make a few repairss.""

"You guys open for new member?" she shifts looking over the group having been there from my previous conversation "I'm looking for sow thing to do, gotta get the funds to fix my; well, let's not talk of that." "And - she clears her throat - what would my pay be?" "A seasoned killer such as myself doesn't exactly do things for free."

@Jestwinged "Well, mind if I stick with you until he returns?" I look into her eyes there's no fear in them, only confidence and courage.; I take a long swig of water from my canteen, then let out a soft sigh. "Mind telling me a bit about the group?" I shift, and sit down on my haunches.

@Jestwinged "Spoken like a true merc." she shifts, meeting your gaze. "As for what Im good at, hoof to hoof, just about anything CQB actually and repair." "got an detailed besides 'alot of Raiders', I prefer to know what I'm getting into." I look down for a second and sigh before meeting her gaze once more

@Jestwinged Cinder trots over, and looks her over head to hoof. "You look like the merc type, have anything I might be interested in?" The various battle scaring and her cybernetic hoof is likely the first thing she would notice. With a small sigh I look done for a second then back up to her-

*after a short exchange of words with the vendor I trot out with a fresh stock of ammo, i tort out of the store looking out over the wasteland, with a sigh I trot forward. As I trot I trip falling as my hoof gets caught in a rut. Not being able to feel my hoof making this unfortunately somewhat common. I grunt and stand back up, looking over at stallion who has a small grin on his face he's barely holding back his laughter.* What? *I stand up and brush past him looking fore a message board with possible missions.*

*a skinny and rather pathetic looking mare trots into the store a shotgun slung on her back. The metal of her hoof glints slightly as she trots over to a wall looking over the selection of shotgun rounds. She speaks in a slightly raspy voice* Got 36 caps....hmmm, could sell the rifle I found...m*mumbling to self*

Pretty nice man! I've been trying to get some inspection actually think I got a bit here