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Post by The Lost Traveler on Jul 16, 2014 15:22:27 GMT -5
The clank of his boots on metal sounded as Daveris continued to climb.
Every once in a while he would glance up to where the metal giant lay beached on the shore. After becoming enslaved and carted over the ocean in the “sailboat” and his journey back on that “ferry”, the young warrior at least knew the concept of a boat. But this … this was an entirely different beast. The monolith, a true monolith signifying the power of the Old World, stood several meters taller than him, and Danveris was the tallest man he had ever met. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, could fit into that bulk, and, just like that, the tribal felt a twinge of, not quite fear, but apprehension.
Yes, indeed, his fate awaited him within the depths of Rivet City.
When he approached the top of the landing, his form came into view of the guards on the battleship. Instead of his leather-armor battlewear, Danveris wore a red t-shirt with a tattered vest and matching pants. A line of pouches crossed over his chest and on his back he wore a pack which housed his spare clothes, rations and a bedroll. Also on his back was his unstrung bow and a hunting rifle (he only learned the name of the monster that spat metal recently), currently out of “bullets”. On one hip was a quiver with his arrows and on the other was his sheathed blade. He laid a single palm on the hilt as he took cautious steps forward. He touched his charms in the ponytail, before freezing. Right. He thought, the fingerbones are unnerving. With that he took them out of the hairband, stashing them in one of the pouches.
“Welcome to Rivet City, please wait as the bridge extends.”
Only his iron-will prevented Danveris from screaming like a little girl.
He stared at a small box attached to the metal wall to the left of the gap between him and the city. The voice had come from it, a distinctly inhuman voice. It was as if the person was speaking elsewhere and the voice was just coming through the box – distorted in some odd way. Danveris’ attention tore away from the mounted box when he saw a long metal plank, the “bridge”, and stretch out over the void with the sound of groaning metal. It stopped, heaving with a loud bellow, before settling into silence.
Danveris stared at it for a moment longer, but then took slow strides across it, ready to leap back to safety should the metal give way beneath him.
What sort of place is this?
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 17, 2014 0:47:55 GMT -5
Kirra had been back in Rivet City only a few days, and it was already starting to get her down. Aside from looking for work, there was simply nothing to do. Nothing, with the exception of the Muddy Ruddy. She had found herself in here a lot these past few days.
She sighed quietly to herself as she ordered another whiskey, taking a moment to look around the bar. Men and women of all ages sat upon stools and chairs, some drinking happily with friends, others drowning their sorrows alone. She understood those people, and the mere fact that she was in Rivet City reminded her why.
As a fresh (although i doubt fresh would be appropriate in the wastes) whiskey was placed on her table, she withdraw a pouch of caps from her bag, trying to steer her mind in a happier direction.
As the woman who delivered her drink thanked her and returned to the counter, Kirra took another moment to look around the bar. She recognized a few people here. Some were acquaintances from the past, but most were what she would call 'drinking buddies', men and women that had participated in drinking games with her these last few days. She let out a small smile as she recalled the events. They all seemed to admire the ease at which Kirra could down a drink. In hindsight, it probably wasn't smart to admire someone over the strength of their gut, but at least it proved to her that there were some nice people out there.
Kirra looked down at her drink, a frown on her face.
'Thirty caps a drink, sheesh, this place is going to suck me dry ain't it?' It had been her third today, which probably wasn't too good for her wallet.
Kirra sighed for what must have been the tenth time that afternoon, before rubbing her temple with her spare hand. Her head was starting to hurt. She finished her drink then stood up, stretching, before walking exiting the Muddy Rudder.
'Maybe i should go see if Doc Preston's got any pain-killers.' As she walked, another thought passed through her head.
'I wonder if Vicky's still around, she always use to help the doctor didn't she?'
Kirra shrugged, and remained silent until she reached the door of the clinic. She knock on the wall beside the entrance, poking her head inside.
"Hello? Anyone home?"
(Sorry if the posts a little weird, haven't been in an RP (especially with this character) for quite some time, so it still feels a little awkward.)
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Post by Sabess on Jul 17, 2014 2:34:12 GMT -5
Victoria groaned, rubbing her eyes and blinking several times, barely awake. She shivered, her bare flesh exposed to the harshly cold room, not a single thing warming her, except for the covers - which she'd just regretfully pulled over. She grabbed at her dirty nightstand several times, before she felt something in between her fingers; her glasses. She slipped them on, looking around the room, happy to have proper vision back. She climbed out of bed, recoiling as her feet hit the cold metal, doing nothing to help.
"I really need to find something warm to sleep in." Victoria sighed. She slipped her underwear on, before doing the same with her light blue collared shirt, and the skirt that was the exact same colour. Soon enough, her lab-coat was over it, completing her usual attire. She slipped on her shoes, doing up the last button on her coat, before exiting her room.
She stopped in the hallway, completing a mental checklist. Clinic today, right. She walked for a few minutes before reaching the clinic, entering in casually.
"Morning, Victoria." Preston greeted, turning to face Victoria for a moment before turning back, fiddling with some medical gear.
"Good morning, Doc." Victoria said, smiling to the doctor, though he couldn't see it. After a few minutes, the good doctor turned, finished with whatever he was doing. He handed Victoria some surgical gloves, which she quickly pulled on.
"It's good of you to still come in here, I'm sure you're a busy woman." Preston commented, before grabbing a few bits of medical equipment, whatever it was he was fiddling with..
"I have enough free time." Victoria said cheerfully, smiling at the man.
"I've got a patient in the next room. I'll probably need your help in a minute, still sorting everything out though." Preston said, going into the next room.
"Right." Victoria said, nodding and leaning against a wall.
She waited for not 2 minutes before a familiar voice was heard.
"Hello? Anyone home?" The clearly female voice asked, before an even more familiar voice was heard.
"...Kirra?" Victoria asked, clearly surprised.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jul 17, 2014 3:15:16 GMT -5
An injured James started blinking. He scanned the area around him, and shifted up, sitting on the bed, his hand instinctively holding his left side. James moved his hand, and saw quite a deal of bruising, there was also a bandage around his head. He lifted himself from the bed, and slowly walked to the main room, where he heard voices.
As Doctor Preston heard the curtain move, he jumped up to help James into a seat.
"You shouldn't be walking yet."
"Yep."
James, dressed in only pants, saw his shirt next to his armor. He grabbed only the shirt, and his dogtags, and put them on.
"Paladin James Masterson. You've suffered a concussion, and slight bruising. The bruising will go away, but I'll have to ask you to stay in Rivet City for a day or two at least. The concussion is serious."
James nodded, and sat back in the seat.
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Post by The Lost Traveler on Jul 17, 2014 14:03:18 GMT -5
On the opposite side Danveris found himself standing in front of two “doors”, but they were unlike any doors he had seen before. Thick, round and bulky – Danveris did not know how to even open them until he saw the wheel in the middle. It seemed like you had to crank them open.
The guard who had threw his voice over the water before stood between the doors. He eyed the newcomer, “Do you need help, stranger?” He asked, and, after thinking a moment, Danveris nodded. The man pointed to the door on the right, “That leads over to the Marketplace, and that one,” He pointed to the other door, “Leads to the stairwell – you can find where you need to go by following the signs.”
Marketplace, huh. He’d probably want to go there, to get more bullets or to even buy a whole new gun if he couldn’t find how to reload. But to do either of that he’d first –
“I need some caps.” Danveris said.
“Looking for a job? Speak to Vera Weatherly. She always has her ear to the rumors of the city, and besides her hotel has all sorts of ads on the bulletin board.”
"Ads?" "Bulletin board?", but Danveris wasn’t even surprised by how little he knew of the world anymore. He nodded at the man in thanks, strained his muscles some in opening the door and then slipped inside to the stairwell.
Danveris knew his mistake the moment he stepped inside the stairwell. After glancing about what the guard meant by “signs” clicked. White plaques jutted out of the metal walls. They had some sort of inscription along with arrows pointing in different ways. The tribal froze in his spot glancing about, before he heard the sounds of boots against metal. Soon enough yet another guard, a woman this time, descended down the stairwell. Danveris let out a sigh of relief.
“Ma’am,” He said, approaching her, “I think I’m a little lost. How do I get to – ”
“Do I look like a tourguide to you? Read the signs!”
At that moment the sound of shattering glass and hoarse shouts broke out from below. The guard cursed then said, “The Muddy Rudder, again? And this early too.” With that, she was gone, vanishing down the lower steps to the floor below.
Danveris watched her back for a moment, then muttered, “But I don’t know how to read.”
He followed after her.
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It seemed that this “Muddy Rudder” was a Bonding. Danveris had experience with Bondings. Whether it be the warriors or the hunters from the tribe, at the end of the day, when the sun descended and the hollowed out moon reached the heavens, the men of the tribe would gather around a bonfire and Bond – drinking, talking, laughing and listening as the TaleTellers wove their way around the shadows.
And, just like it occasionally happens at a Bonding, tempers flare with the poison water.
Danveris entered into the Muddy Rudder just as someone chucked a whiskey glass against the wall. Two people stood facing each other as the rest in the Muddy Rudder sat huddled in the back. One of them, a man with skin darker than Danveris had ever seen, seemed to work for the establishment if the woman behind the counter telling him to “Hurry up!” and “Get him, Brock!” was anything to go by.
His opponent, a man in a white shirt with overalls and a cleft chin, seemed far worse for wear, blood poured from his mouth and his nose had been broken. None of this stopped him from grabbed glasses off the counter and chucking them at the other man, Brock, who dodged and let the glasses soar against the wall.
Danveris stepped forward hand already reaching down to his blade, when the guardwoman stopped him with a single arm outstretched. Then she rose her voice, the sound carrying out over the din of the fight, “Rivet City security!”
With that the two fighters stopped. Brock looked up to her and, with a turf nod, stepped aside. The other man however grunted as the woman approached. “Again, Sister?” She asked, “You must have drunk through the night to make this much of a commotion so early in the morning.” She grabbed him by the upper forearm, “Come on, I’ll take you to the clinic.”
“Fuck that. I don’t need no – ”
“Did I ever say you had a choice?”
She carted him over to the stairs and led him up. Danveris followed. She stopped and glanced at him.
“Why are you following me?”
“So I know where the clinic is.” I’ll definitely want to buy some of those “Stimpacs” – once I have caps, that is.
The guard sighed.
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 18, 2014 4:25:11 GMT -5
When Kirra peered into the clinic, she was met with a familiar face.
"Kirra?" Victoria asked, bearing a look of surprise.
"Oh, hey Vicky..." Kirra replied a little awkwardly.
The woman who had been her only childhood friend got to her feet and motioned for Kirra to enter.
"Please, come in!" She said with a smile upon her face.
Kirra shuffled her feet for a moment before entering the room. She glanced around quickly, noting it appeared much smaller than she remembered.
"So anyways, i just came round to see if the Doc has any pain-killers. I've had a bit of a headache recently." She chose to leave out the alcohol.
"Oh, sure! The Doc's dealing with a patient, though, but I can get you some."
"Thanks Vicky, you're a life saver." Kirra smiled, then let out a sigh of relief. "I'm lucky you're here, i don't think the doc would have let me. And probably given me some kind of lecture about this being a clinic instead of a pharmacy."
Victoria left shortly after to grab some pills, and Kirra was left by the door of the clinic. Taking a slightly longer inspection of the place, she overheard the Doc talking with someone. She only listened to a small part of the conversation though, as the only thing she heard worth mentioning was the name.
'"Paladin James", must be one of those Brotherhood guys.' She had encountered the Brotherhood of Steel a few times in her travels. From what she had gathered, they were divided into two factions: The ones who looked after Project Purity and the purified water, and the rebel ones that made those fancy Gauss Rifles, a weapon that she very much wanted to get her hands on.
Victoria came back, two Buffout tablets and a half empty bottle of Aqua Pura in her hand. She handed them to Kirra, who nodded her thanks.
"Again, thanks Vicky." Kirra took the tablets, washing them down with the water.
"So, how have you been?" No sooner than she had asked the question, she heard a knock on the door of the clinic, a member of Rivet City security and two strangers outside.
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Post by Sabess on Jul 18, 2014 5:17:57 GMT -5
"I wouldn't be surprised." Victoria said, giggling a little after Kirra mentioned the good doctor would give her a lecture. She soon turned her attention to one of the desks, pushing a few things aside, before finding the buff-out and aqua pura she was looking for. She made sure to get a reasonable amount, before turning back to Kirra, giving her what she requested. "That should make you feel better." She said, smiling. "No problem." She said, after Kirra thanked her.
After swallowing the tablets, Kirra spoke up again, asking Victoria how she had been. "Great!" She exclaimed, smiling. "If not a little lonely... we should catch up some ti-" Vicky was cut off with a knock on the door. "One minute, sorry." Victoria said, looking at Kirra. "Feel free to hang around, you're not off the hook yet, we're catching up soon." She joked, giggling slightly before opening the door.
"Good mor-" Victoria stopped mid-sentence, looking at the man. She frowned slightly. "Please, come in, we'll be right with you." She said, somewhat professionally, making room for the people to enter. "How'd this happen?" She asked, looking at the guard.
"Bar fight." He sighed.
"The doctor's busy with a patient right now, so you'll just have to put up with me if it's not too bad." Victoria joked, trying to brighten up the situation, everyone understandably not exactly joyful.
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Post by The Lost Traveler on Jul 18, 2014 15:58:12 GMT -5
OOC: Thorin, I think I'll give you the weekend to come up with a post. If not, I'll edit this OOC note and then you'll just have to slip back in the line up.
If you need a bit more time than that, please pm me.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jul 19, 2014 2:29:12 GMT -5
Doctor Preston helped James get up from his seat, giving him a cane to walk with. He walked out into the main room, and got out of the way. His vision started to blur, and leaned against the wall to brace himself. Doctor Preston took note, but James was quite able to hold himself up.
Doctor Preston took charge of the newest patients, leaving only James, Kirra and Victoria in the room. James walked over to stand next to Kirra, he extended his hand, and smiled.
"I'm James, what's your name?"
James had no idea what he was doing, but what had happened in the past few weeks, he desperately needed a break from helping others, he needed to help himself.
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Post by The Lost Traveler on Jul 19, 2014 13:51:24 GMT -5
The guard brought the man who had started the “bar fight” into the clinic, and began to talk to the people inside. There were two women there, standing next to a desk in the middle of the room, but there were two others to the right a man in some sort of white coat, and another man in a simple t-shirt and pants.
Upon seeing the three by the doorway, the man in the white coat sighed and pressed his “glasses” up the bridge of his nose. He helped the man who he was treating, for the man in the coat seemed to be the wasteland version of a Wonder Worker, up to his feet and gave him a walking stick. The guard then led the fighter over to the man, which left the two women and the warrior (since Danveris was sure he was a warrior now, under the fake sunlight that came from the ceiling – his build had the defined muscles of one who has been in fights). The warrior walked up to one of the two women, the one who seemed more travel worn, and introduced himself. James.
For a moment, Danveris felt the urge to do the same, but he stopped, the words caught on his lips.
The chance was taken from him anyway.
“Listen, if you don’t have anything to do you should get going, you weren’t involved in the fight.”
Danveris jerked his head over to the new sound. It was the guard woman from before. She had dropped off the injured man and had seen Danveris just standing there in the doorway. “Weren’t you looking for something?” She continued, “There are signs on the walls to help you if you get lost, can’t miss ‘em.”
But Danveris shook his head, “I was looking for a … a job,” He gave the word an emphasis, still tasting it on his tongue, “I need the caps.” He was quite proud he didn’t stumble on that word, “Anyway, I can’t read.” He felt more than saw the way the woman tensed up in surprise at that – he felt the shock in the air – as if it had weight. For a moment, Danveris paused again. Is it that odd? I realized that most people can, but in the tribe only the TaleTellers had the honor of reading the Old Words.
The guard seemed to snap out of it the quickest. “Well, good luck then. Doctor Preston will be busy with Sister for a while, but feel free to ask any questions in the meantime. I need to continue my rounds.” With that she turned on her heel and marched out the door, Danveris’s eyes narrowed. She just gave me off to someone else – to be someone else’s problem. He knew that attitude. He knew it full well.
Schooling his features to be more open and pressing that ire deep inside, the tribal turned to the odd trio. While the warrior had been treated to and he was not sure why the travel-worn woman was here, the other woman had the exact same garb as “Preston” – the same white coat, the same glasses nestled on her nose. He figured that must mean she works here.
“You work here?” He asked, then he held out a hand, “I am Danveris, Son of Adam, of the Pa Kua tribe. As I said earlier, I have no caps, however I would like to buy some Stimpacs when I can. Is that acceptable or must I go elsewhere?”
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jul 19, 2014 16:22:20 GMT -5
(OOC: James doesn't feel well enough to get back into his armor, I'll have to ask you to edit your post, TLT.)
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Post by The Lost Traveler on Jul 19, 2014 17:15:31 GMT -5
(OOC: I described recon armor. His reaction would be far mor severe if he saw James in power armor.
If I'm wrong and he's not wearing the recon armor BoS Paladins wear under power armor I'll edit it.)
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jul 19, 2014 17:47:03 GMT -5
(OOC: Nah, he's not even wearing that. Just simple pants and shirt.)
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 19, 2014 21:51:58 GMT -5
While Victoria left to talk with the new arrivals, Kirra was left sitting in the room with the Brotherhood man, who she knew was named James. After a slight moment of awkwardness, he hobbled over to Kirra, standing before her with his hand held out.
"I'm James, what's your name?"
Surprised by the sudden greeting, Kirra fumbled with her words in an attempt to reply.
"Oh, um, Kirra. Nice to meet you." She silently cringed at her awkwardness, but took his hand instead. His grip was firm, and she could tell that carrying that heavy armour around all day must have been quite the workout.
"So, what brings you to Rivet City? Don't you Brotherhood folk usually hang around the Jefferson Memorial?"
"It was an emergency, as you can see." Kirra smiled at that, but nodded for him to continue. "And I'm more of a freelance paladin, not confined to Jefferson or the Citadel."
"A freelance Paladin? Well, there's a first for everything i guess." She let the comment hang in the air for a moment. "So...what happened?"
James chuckled, before simply stating "Cannibal kings, a grenade wielding schizophrenic, and a fat man."
Kirra smiled once more.
"Good to see there's no lack of adventure in the wastes."
The Rivet City Security woman left the clinic, leaving the man who had been injured in the barfight, as well as someone else. The new man looked completely out of place in front of the drab grey walls of Rivet City. He was quite young, being probably a year or two junior to Kirra herself. He had a kind of tribal look about him.
"Mm, don't think i've ever seen him around here before." She mumbled, as the man began to talk with Victoria. Interested in what the man had to say, she excused herself from James, then walked to a chair closer to the pair.
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Post by Sabess on Jul 19, 2014 23:49:34 GMT -5
Victoria was a little bit concerned about the Paladin, but Preston didn't tell him to sit down or anything of the like, so she ignored it. She unintentionally listened in on the conversation the man had with Kirra, thinking to herself that he was lucky to be alive with that sort of description. Soon enough, a man was approaching her, holding out his hand, ready to shake.
"Oh, hi." Victoria said, a little surprised, shaking his hand. "I do work here, yeah." She said, finishing the shake. She certainly hadn't heard of the "Pa Kua Tribe", but she tried not to dwell on it too much. At the man's question, she thought for a moment. "The Stimpacks will cost you, sorry." She said, a hint of sympathy in her voice. "You should ask Doctor Preston, though, he might be able to figure something out." She offered, motioning towards the good doctor. He might be able to work something out. "Unless you just mean if we sell them, then yeah, we do!" She told the man, not completely understanding his question, due to the strange words he was using. It was clear that rhetoric wasn't his strong suit.
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