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Post by Endicott on Nov 2, 2014 17:59:00 GMT -5
Big Master was surprised in a way, but excited at the prospect of people he could stay with and bother with mundane questions. Even the tin man stayed his ground and lowered his rifle, and Big Master had never seen any of the tin men do this when they saw a super mutant. While his arms were raised, dripping with Lurk's blood and bruised from hitting the thick skull of the mutant over and over, he was asked a question by the sword lady.
"What's your name?"
Big Master pondered this for a moment, wondering if his name sounded cool enough for them to accept him. He calmed himself, before exploding with the answer...
"I am BIG MASTUR'! BIG MASTUR' is a super kill name, yes?", he said, trembling with childlike anxiety. The Zombie-Man scared Big Master a little, and he thought it would be impressive if he were to ask the scariest one what his name was, just to ensure his acceptance into this motley crew.
"HAHA! Yes, what is name of the Zombay'-Men?"
And then after that, he began to ask all of them their names.
"BAH', what name of tin-man and sword-lady? You all have super kill names like BIG MASTUR'?! Haha... Big Mastur' not going to hurt people, Big Mastur' just like to make talkings with hew'mens' and zombays', talking with brothers not work no more...", he began to trail off, solemnly, waiting to see if they'd lower their guard and let him join their group...
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Nov 2, 2014 19:35:35 GMT -5
Germantown, Capital Wasteland
It turned out the young woman had not fled, as she appeared and spoke to the monster. "I am BIG MASTUR'! BIG MASTUR' is a super kill name, yes?", he said, trembling with childlike anxiety. "HAHA! Yes, what is name of the Zombay'-Men?"
John stared at the mutant in disbelief, then looked around to the others. His left hand squeezed Willow's arm gently, attempting to calm the confused and frightened daughter of Miriam Cohen. "Coyote." John responded to the super mutant slowly, latching the machine gun to his back and closing the clasp. "They call me Coyote. I suppose I should thank you for lending a hand there..." John rasped. He kept Willow close, feeling strangely responsible for the girl's safety now that he had dug her from a fresh grave. Although the curious mutant didn't seem interested in murdering the group, the ghoul kept his eyes on the creature anyway. Mutants tended to be pretty impulsive. Coyote was thankful to see the Paladin find his feet. His injuries didn't seem too severe, and the ghoul was relieved. John wondered if James would be prejudice against the mutant. Hell, the mutants had slaughtered hundreds of paladins over the last few years. And then after that, he began to ask all of them their names.
"BAH', what name of tin-man and sword-lady? You all have super kill names like BIG MASTUR'?! Haha... Big Mastur' not going to hurt people, Big Mastur' just like to make talkings with hew'mens' and zombays', talking with brothers not work no more...", he began to trail off, solemnly, waiting to see if they'd lower their guard and let him join their group... As the other began to converse with Big Mastur, John back turned to Willow. He spoke slowly and softly, as not to draw attention. "Willow... you're not in danger, alright?" The ghoul said, relieving the girl of her minigun. He latched it to his back along with the LMG, and the combined weight of the weapons caused him to groan. Still, Willow was weak and tired. John would carry the burden of Cohen's mingun. "Can you walk? We have to get out of German Town, the sooner the better. Do you know where your mother is, Willow?" John questioned. The girl was unlikely to give him much information, but the ghoul hoped listening to his words might help focus her mind if nothing else. Coyote glanced back at the mutant, making sure it was still a safe distance away. Then, and idea crept into the old ghoul's mind. This creature could be useful. It wouldn't be able to enter Big Town or even get close by, but after... It didn't matter if the sword girl followed them or not at this point. If she did, there would be time to talk back in town. The sun was beginning to sink... "James, I think we should get back to Big Town..." Old Barrett Brewery, Capital Wasteland
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Post by salamander on Nov 2, 2014 19:54:56 GMT -5
"Coyote." John responded to the super mutant slowly, latching the machine gun to his back and closing the clasp. "They call me Coyote. I suppose I should thank you for lending a hand there..." John rasped.
Coyote. Okay so the Ghoul's name is Coyote. Good to know. Naomi turned back to the super mutant and flashed a gracious smile, lowering her gun a little. "Yeah, for real, you really came to our rescue. I'm Naomi." She leaned forward a bit and spied the teenager, who looked supremely confused. To be honest, that was Naomi's mindset right now. The Ghoul and "Tin Man" seemed to know a lot more about this girl than she did. Which made sense because she was probably the reason they came here. Naomi however, had other goals on her mind. The wind picked up in a short burst and Naomi winced at the sting radiation and rubbed the sand out of her eyes. She hated windy days. She noticed the Ghoul talking to the girl, obviously wanting to be unnoticed. Naomi used the butt of her gun to nudge the Power armored figure's elbow. When the man looked at her, she made a gesture towards the mutant.
"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself."
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 2, 2014 20:20:31 GMT -5
"I am BIG MASTUR'! BIG MASTUR' is a super kill name, yes?", he said, trembling with childlike anxiety. "HAHA! Yes, what is name of the Zombay'-Men?"
James stood near Coyote, keeping an eye on the mutant. There is no such thing as a friendly mutant, it was obviously trying to trick them into letting their guard down. James was having none of it. He listened to Coyote and Willow.
"BAH', what name of tin-man and sword-lady? You all have super kill names like BIG MASTUR'?! Haha... Big Mastur' not going to hurt people, Big Mastur' just like to make talkings with hew'mens' and zombays', talking with brothers not work no more..."
"Paladin."
James didn't feel comfortable enough to say his name, and it suited him just fine if the Mutant recognized his status.
As the other began to converse with Big Mastur, John back turned to Willow. He spoke slowly and softly, as not to draw attention. "Willow... you're not in danger, alright?" The ghoul said, relieving the girl of her minigun. He latched it to his back along with the LMG, and the combined weight of the weapons caused him to groan. Still, Willow was weak and tired. John would carry the burden of Cohen's mingun. "Can you walk? We have to get out of German Town, the sooner the better. Do you know where your mother is, Willow?" John questioned. The girl was unlikely to give him much information, but the ghoul hoped listening to his words might help focus her mind if nothing else. Coyote glanced back at the mutant, making sure it was still a safe distance away. Then, and idea crept into the old ghoul's mind. This creature could be useful. It wouldn't be able to enter Big Town or even get close by, but after...
"James, I think we should get back to Big Town..."
"Agreed, but what are we going to do with the mutant? I can carry the minigun if you want."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 3:10:24 GMT -5
"Willow... you're not in danger, alright?"
Willow didn't move. Beads of sweat dripped down her face, leaving clean tracks free of blood and grave dirt as she stared with quivering frightened eyes at the mutant. "Frankenstein" she whispered involuntarily in hushed awe .It was possible she got it from a book, although Miriam was not exactly the literary type. More like, Willow had simply picked up one of her mother's many derogatory terms for the wasteland and it's people. The girl observed the mutant from afar, sneaking glances at the bulky creature's massive form by using Coyote as cover.
"Can you walk?"
Willow rolled her eyes. She'd seen her mother do this in response to such questions, and didn't really understand what it meant. The girl whimpered slightly as Coyote removed the minigun, and weakly grabbed for it, remembering its significance, but winced from the weight of her wounds. The chains had left a tapestry of angry bleeding welts in her back that prevented her from carrying the Cohen family minigun. However, she immediately grabbed Coyote's leathered old hand and entwined it with hers as a compromise.
"Do you know where your mother is, Willow?"
Willow smiled, as if remembering a happier time. "In the dark" she replied dreamily. She sighed.
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Post by Endicott on Nov 3, 2014 11:32:58 GMT -5
Big Master had never gotten this far with any of his encounters with humans or ghouls, due to the stigma attached to his condition and his blatant unawareness and inability to comprehend it. They had all told them his name, and he had told him theirs; and no-one had fired a bullet or waved a concrete club.
"Coyote. They call me Coyote. I suppose I should thank you for lending a hand there..."
Big Master felt proud to have been thanked his assistance, and responded with great enthusiasm and excitement.
"Yes! Big Mastur' only here to HELP! Not hurt, see?"
The sword-lady, or Naomi it seemed, was a little more friendly, seemingly oblivious or very trusting, but either way it gave Big Master immense pleasure.
"Yeah, for real, you really came to our rescue. I'm Naomi."
If his face wasn't so yellowed and his teeth weren't fixed in a scowling sneer, he would've grinned at Naomi and blushed.
"Hah'... Big Mastur' always help pretty laydees', no need to thank, Na'yo'me."
The tin-man seemed a little less willing, but it was a refreshing change from receiving laser burns if he even got within 30 feet of one.
"Paladin."
Big Master liked that name, it was almost as "super kill" as his own, but nothing could beat "Big Master".
"Pal-ah-diin... HAH, very super kill name! I like!"
All this mention of 'Big Town' was a little distressing for Big Mastur', due to the fact he knows that his fellow mutants have terrorised the town in the past, and the locals would surely never be as kindly as this group he was with. A dilemma, surely, and Big Master pointed out the elephant in the room.
"Big Town... not think Big Mastur' can go to that place. Mah' mutant brothers make hewman's in town scared and take them away before... they not trust Big Mastur' like you. What we going to do?", he mused, his solutions going from manic optimism to suicidal pessimism almost as it raced around his head. But there was an even bigger dilemma...
Calmed and now reassured by their acceptance, limited as it was, Big Master finally felt brave enough to ask the million dollar question. Lowering his blood-stained, bruised hands, he let them droop at his sides like huge sacks of muscle, as he spoke once more.
"So, it okay for Big Mastur' to come close now? Hard to SPEAK from way back here, and want talk to hewmen's and zombay'."
Instinctively, he stood his ground, and waited to see what happened next.
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Nov 5, 2014 23:29:12 GMT -5
German Town, Capital Wasteland Handing James Masterson the minigun, Coyote nodded in appreciation. It felt good to be relieved of it's burden, despite only holding it for a couple minutes. John surveyed the faces surrounding him, with his cloudy eyes finally resting on Willow Cohen. He wished he could read the girl's mind, learn the secret of New York and her mother's whereabouts. John would just have to get her in a safe area. She might talk then. Maybe. The ghoul began to leave German Town, allowing Willow to continue clutching his hand as they navigated the debris covered street. "We're going to Big Town." the ghoul explained to Big Mastur and Naomi. "You're welcome to travel with us, but it's time to go." The ghoul shot a glance to James, letting him know he didn't trust the newcomers just yet. John and James had history, and Willow's mother was also their friend. He took a moment to muse over Miriam Cohen's reaction to Big Mastur. If she was found, that is. After a pause, John called to the mutant. "And you're right, you'll have to wait outside of town once we get close. Those folks won't like a mutie around their homes. If your still there when we leave, then we can talk about traveling together." he said to the hulking monster behind him. The ghoul wasn't sure how the others felt, but Big Mastur's strength... what could be pretty useful in the near future. With the setting sun to their backs, they odd group moved east together.
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Post by salamander on Nov 7, 2014 23:11:56 GMT -5
Naomi considered what the ghoul had said. She looked mournfully back at the Police HQ, the chance of loot was intoxicating. She scowled at her own naive eagerness, It's probably trashed anyway she thought bitterly. She turned back towards the mutant and marveled at the strangeness of the scene. She smiled and gestured for the mutant to follow them, walking behind him. She was full aware that his intentions could be false and if he tried to pull anything, she would send a whole magazine through the back of his skull. She wondered about the girl. She heard Coyote call her Willow. The teenager seem dazed and confused. Naomi couldn't say she blamed her. But what was a young girl doing wrapped in metal with a mini-gun and buried in a shallow grave? And the cross said "Cannibal". The thought of it gave her chills.
A ghoul and Brotherhood Paladin traveling together. What an odd pair. In fact, they must have looked like a group of freaks right about now. She wondered if this Big Town wouldn't attack them on sight. They would certainly have to hide the mutie. She wondered if the town had a bar, she could certainly go for a drink right about now.
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Nov 10, 2014 22:16:41 GMT -5
[OOC: It's been two days, so we're skipping Thorin. Post when you can, Thorin, and we'll resume normal order afterward.
Harry, you're up. ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2014 15:54:11 GMT -5
"And you're right, you'll have to wait outside of town once we get close. Those folks won't like a mutie around their homes. If your still there when we leave, then we can talk about traveling together."
Willow whimpered like an animal at this, and was about to grip Coyote's arm but stopped shy of doing it. She knew this was the wrong response. Mimicking her mother's mannerisms, the girl purposefully tilted her head to one side and made her eyes bulge in their sockets, in a gesture meant to convey the emotions of "Really? We're actually doing this?" Coyote must have thought it looked like a dog trying to walk in boots.
It was a long way to Big Town, but Willow managed to avoid the Super Mutant's gaze all the way there. Same with the other newcomer. The girl with the sword. Like any girl who had spent the majority of childhood in a cave-dwelling cannibal band, it took Willow a while to warm to strangers. She allowed herself a few glimpses of James from behind Coyote's waist, but always turned away whenever he looked back. It was hard to tell whether Willow was scared or just plain girlish bashful.
When the party reached Big Town at dusk, Willow suddenly seemed to take exception to the group's direction. The girl battered her open palms against Coyote's armoured hide in sudden urgency, grunting and breathing unevenly.
"N...no." She whimpered in protest. "Th...this isn't time yet. We are way ahead of schedule. I...I...I...I HAVE PLACES TO BE!"
At first, Willow's constantly tapping of Coyote looked like nothing more than a plea for attention, but it was actually a very un-coordiated attempt at patting the ghoul down - Willow's eyes weren't good in daylight, or even dusk.
After some effort, Willow slipped Coyote's 10mm pistol from its holster and fumbled for it. She grabbed the gun and ran off, pausing only after a few footsteps to shoot an invitational gaze at Coyote over her shoulder.
"Follow the leader? Follow the leader. Standard rules apply. No cheating!"
And Willow ran off into the wasteland like it was all a game.
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Post by Endicott on Nov 14, 2014 19:08:32 GMT -5
The trip seemed to take forever, and Big Master could be rather insufferable with his borish questions and pointless wonderings. The rest of the group had to suffer with such questions like:
"Why the floor on sky blue?"
OR
"Where sun come from?!"
Strangely, though, they had avoided most of the trouble they would've had to deal with had they encountered Big Master's brothers, which was calming. Big Master just starred gormlessly around the group, making disturbing laughing sounds and annoying ticks. The sword-lady seemed to deal with it best, and the zombie seemed to be on the verge of insanity after the eighth time he laughed at a cloud. However, something sparked Big Master's interest. The mud-girl had challenged him to a game of 'follow the leader' it seemed...
"Follow the leader? Follow the leader. Standard rules apply. No cheating!"
Big Master's heart raced with excitement. As the mud-lady darted across the landscape, Big Master gave chase, laughing childishly the whole time. The running wasn't tiring for him, though the mud-lady seemed a little scared as he shook the earth with his dashing.
"HAHAHAHA! FOLLOW LEADER! MOST SUPER KILL OF ALL LEADER!"
After a while, though, it appeared this was not an ordinary game of 'follow the leader'. The lady seemed upset or perhaps even crazy, and the others group members were distressed. Big Master was almost insulted by how poorly excited they were by the prospect of the game, making the decision to pause for a moment and stop, shouting back to them.
"WHY YOU NO FIND GAME FUUUUN?! MUD-LADY WANT FUN! Or... MAYBE MUD-LADY CRAZY!!", he bellowed.
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Nov 17, 2014 23:10:19 GMT -5
Capital Wasteland
John Morgan quietly stood and watched the girl flee. Willow Cohen, the same girl he had pulled from her grave an hour before, was now sprinting across the Capital badlands. And with her went John's best chance of finding Miriam Cohen. The mutant, after more shouting, took off stomping in pursuit of the girl. John watched the two run frantically north, and with a sigh produced a bent cigarette from his vest pocket. Finding the brass Zippo with some effort, the ghoul lit up. Smoke rolled from where his nose had once been. "Damn." he rasped to James, and just in general. Taking another drag from the cigarette, John looked back to James and Naomi. Who knew what Willow was up to, but Coyote didn't feel like chasing her. If she wanted to, she'd come back. If' not, he'd look for her later. For now, the ghoul needed to sort his thoughts.The contract loomed in the back of his mind, as well as it's sketchy details. He then focused on the distant lights of Big Town as he spoke. "James... I wanted to ask you about something earlier. There's a group of fucks popping up in the north-west. Merchant called 'em vipers. Seem like Pitt bitches, if ya ask me. Anyway... they showed up last month. I took a job to kill the punk runnin' the circus. If you're interested, I could use your help..." "You're looking for caps, right?" The ghoul had directed the new question with a nod towards Naomi. "If your gonna stick around, you'll need to be ready to kill some slavers and raider types. Probably alot of them. But there will be a lot of money for all of us when it's all over." he rasped, eyeing the girl and waiting for a response. |
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Post by salamander on Nov 19, 2014 1:37:28 GMT -5
Naomi watched the two freak shows run off in amazement. The Paladin and Coyote didn't seem too bothered by it.
"You're looking for caps, right?" The ghoul had directed the new question with a nod towards Naomi. "If your gonna stick around, you'll need to be ready to kill some slavers and raider types. Probably alot of them. But there will be a lot of money for all of us when it's all over." he rasped, eyeing the girl and waiting for a response.
"Uh, yeah. Sure, I'm in." she replied, staring at the spot where the two freaks vanished. She didn't really hear the job description, but she got the gist.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 20, 2014 16:01:08 GMT -5
James was mostly quiet on this journey back, he stayed alert, waiting for something to ambush them. He grasped the minigun harder. All of a sudden, Willow had run off. John had no interest in tailing her, so he stayed back.
"Damn."
"Mm. Indeed."
"James... I wanted to ask you about something earlier. There's a group of fucks popping up in the north-west. Merchant called 'em vipers. Seem like Pitt bitches, if ya ask me. Anyway... they showed up last month. I took a job to kill the punk runnin' the circus. If you're interested, I could use your help..."
James did not even have to think about this.
"I'm in. Your shout on drinks when the job's done."
James looked off into the distance, Big Town was not far. James hoped that the mutant didn't get too close to it.
"Should we go after her now? She hasn't changed much since we took out Wade."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2014 17:03:03 GMT -5
Miriam Cohen had decided to rest in the shade of a crumbling old highway bridge two minutes out of Megaton. The bridge's underbelly hadn't seen a scrap of sunlight since the Big One went off, and there were enough human bones lying around to build a whole set furniture set. Radscorpion victims, Miriam thought. That would account for the bones distinctly yellow colour and poisonous odours.
Miriam had been lying there for around three hours now, convincing herself that she'd picked this place to stop because it would remind Willow of her old home with Wade. It was good not to overload the little psycho with too much new at the same time, otherwise her head would most likely explode like a pulse grenade and take a lot of guys with it. But the truth was, she was fucking tired. Snake and his raider gang had winded her a little more that she'd like to admit...not to mention those fucking dogs. But some rotgut poured over the woods and a damn good cursing fixed most of the damage, and now Willow was scampering over like an addled fucking molerat, Miriam painted on a brave face (her only face) and waited for an explanation.
"You took your goddamn time. You been sight seeing in New York or something?"
Willow wore that cute little expression she always did when she was waiting for the world to make sense. And Miriam spat on the ground, the same way she always did when she was waiting for Willow to make sense.
"So where is he? You know? Coyote? The guy I sent you to fetch. Kinda tall? Nice eyes? Face like tits on a..."
Miriam froze. There were two shadows in the wasteland that you'd be wise to run in the face of. The night's own shadow...and that of a Super Mutant. As over six hundred pounds of solid green danger lumbered over the hill, Miriam allowed herself a second's worth of "what the fuck" before snapping out of it. She looked down at Willow's gun. Or Coyote's more accurately.
"Willow, gimme the gun"
Willow wrinkled her nose. This probably wasn't a game, but she had to be sure.
"Willow. It's me. Your Ma. Gimme the gun. Gimme the goddamn gun."
Willow weakly moved the gun within Miriam's grasp, and it was cocked, loaded and pointed in the direction of the mutant's head within the count of three.
Miriam squinted. Mutants didn't go down for handguns. Hell they didn't go down for anything aside a fully loaded minigun and a pack of deathclaws on heat. So she'd have to make every shot can. She'd once met a sharpshooter from Canterbury Common who claimed to have shot a Mutie dead at twenty paces with his grandaddy's six shooter. Time to find out if that sharpshooter was full of shit.
"Willow get behind me."
Big Master ran like a baby. There was something about the mutant's disturbingly joyous expression that was almost childlike. Willow could relate. Suddenly she was seeing Master in a whole new light. Was this...was this still a game?
"Frankenstein?" She asked the creature tentatively.
"Willow, don't fucking talk to it!" Yelled Miriam. Willow hit the deck. And Miriam pulled the trigger four times. Bang. Bang. Etc. Etc. Miriam hadn't shot a handgun in years. She would have smiled at this in another circumstance. Heavy artillery had spoiled her. Let's just hope one of them went in the mutant's head, thought Miriam darkly. At least then it would be a fair fight.
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