[IC] ☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

[Zoey Boey]

Sylvia slid out the magazine of her pistol and looked at the friendly little cylinders inside- about 5 left. Should be enough in case any more dogs show up. She smiled and looked around at the group. "Hey, we did it! That wasn't so bad." Sylvia said optimistically, inserting the magazine back into 10mm with a satisfying click. She casually turned toward the sound of Rockette's voice and shined the light onto their hanging VIP and laughed.

"Hang in there!" She said, chuckling.

Her chuckle stopped when she made eye contact with a giant fucking bear. 'Oh, shit' she mouthed to herself, and with a quick and often practiced movement, reached into her pouch, pulled out a unit of jet and put it up to her lips, sucking in a lungful of Jet. Blinking from the sudden boost, her pupils dilated, her breathing quickened and she shuddered, tossing the canister aside. It fell to the ground, landing almost weightlessly on a bed of dried of leaves. A beetle scurried away from the disturbance.

Time was not literally slowed down, of course, but that is close to what it feels like to inhale Jet. Sylvia could notice things quicker, easier. With this in mind, navigating became much easier as high roots and stumps became childs play to avoid. What was she supposed to do in these situations? Climb up a tree, play dead, make yourself big...why not just waste the fuckin' thing? Rockette should be safe, but she could use a handy distraction. And what better distractin then a shot to the fucking head?

Sylvia did a gallop backwards, raising her pistol and fired off her five rounds. One, two, three, four, five, easy. One after the other, equally spaced in their pattern, but quick and hopefully accurate. The mercenary's plan was to keep something between herself and the bear at all times. Tree's were sturdy and plentiful, the bear would have to go around or knock it down. Other mercenaries would also be a suitable object to place between herself and the bear. Trees first, of course, but things happen. After all, she didn't need to outrun the bear, she needed to outrun her 'friends'. If the monster was killed, great; If not, eehhh, Sully could get eaten and she would run away.

These were the thoughts that ran through her poisoned mind as her gun violently exploded forth white hot lead at the Yao Guai.

"Waste it!"

[Searat]

Felix simply gazed upon the lifeless bodies of the dogs, their life blood oozing out from the wounds. After a second or two spent starring at the bodies, he looks away with disinterest and instead looks to his laser rifle. He had memorized how many shots the laser rifle could do on the normal power output setting before draining the microfusion cell, something he had learned quickly when he had begun using it, but sometimes it is better to be sure. At a push of a button small crimson number appeared on the small screen located at the back of the capacitor, just above the stock. '11 shots remaining...' He thought to himself before switching off the screen and looks to the location where Sylvia had shone her light. There hung Ms. Cassom.

There was no time to celebrate as a massive figure appeared. The mutated black bear had not noticed Ms. Cassom, and Felix had no intention to place an innocent life in danger. He began thinking of ways to dispose of the bear. The most prominent of ideas were to set his lasgun to high and send a beam of light through it's skull even before it charges at us. His hand had already moved to the knob on the rifle that managed the power output of the rifle and set it to maximum power output, before Sylvia had decided to open fire at the Yao Guai. Screaming one single directive. "Waste It!"

He had no qualms about killing the bear, but now that the bear had been agitated, it would make shooting it's head rather difficult and was not keen on wasting the 6 high powered shots he had trying a to get a head shot. Felix opted to scrap the idea of shooting the thing in the head and settled for one of it's limbs. He raises his laser rifle, takes aim at one of the Yao Guai's leg joints and fires a high powered beam of focused green light at it. Felix hopes the shot would be strong enough to cripple the limb in one shot.

[Tim]

As the life seeped from the wolves, T's HUD slowly fades the green border from their outline. Threat eliminated.

He notices Rocket dangling from the tree, and the hud flashes amber over her figure, outlining her in the same color. A subtext labels her as "MISSION OBJECTIVE (VITAL)".

Then the Yao Guai appeared. It was big, viscious, and looking about half as cuddly as a Super Mutant in a mascot costume. The HUD outlined it in red. The subtext labels it as "POSSIBLE OBJECTIVE (SECONDARY), DANGEROUS".

Seeing as Miss Cassom was in no position to defend herself from a charging, mutated bear, T repeated his tactic with the wolf. He flipped his shotgun into hand and fired at the bear, more trying to draw attention than to hit a vital area.

[Rtron]

Frankie was studying the case, mostly oblivious to the conversation around him, muttering quietly. It was a locked case, so he would have to be careful about opening it by force. He wasn't delicate enough to even think about prying it open. "Knowledge is the death of fear, Joe." He said it idly, still focusing on the case. Perhaps it was because of his status as one of the more indestructible denizens of the wasteland, but he had never really understood why people erred on the side of caution rather than the side of learning. Ah well. It'll have to be left to me then.

He hefted the case, examining it closer for any latch to just open it. It definitely is too old to be a Silverfish trap. Not to mention the fact that we haven't sprung anything that released a trap yet, which would have happened if the Silverfish had set up this trap. He would have to go a far distance away from the caravan, in case the case itself was trapped. Out of everyone here, he was far more suited to dealing with and recovering from any damage that the case might deliver onto them. It'd be a good idea to follow a fair distance behind the caravan with the contents of the case, just to make sure it wasn't some sort of lure or a thing that the Silverfish could track to attack them. Not to mention, it'd give him plenty of time to study the contents in the case in peace.

The Super Mutant was suddenly ripped from his single minded examination by Shepherd's heartbreaking wail. He started, looking at the poor man in the grave. He looked from Franz to Joe, helplessly. For half a moment he reached out with one hand towards Shepherd, perhaps to try to convince him to continue living, then drew his hand back suddenly. He was a Super Mutant. Reassuring people wasn't something he was good at, or even capable of. "I..I'm...I'll just examine the case over here." He muttered, shuffling awkwardly away with the case and heading towards the back of the caravan.

[Simple Unicycle]

With a sigh, Joe shook his head at Frankie's retort to his worries about opening the box. "To hell with it, do what ya want with the damn thing." The hamfisted bruiser watched as the supermutant examined the crate, not entirely sure just what was running through his head. If he had to be honest, he was glad he didn't know.

Joe was torn out of his thoughts by Shepherd's cry, watching the old man fall into the grave with his child. He begged for them to kill him and bury him alongside his boy, and Joe's heart nearly broke watching the scene. No man should bury someone they love, let alone a child. He knew what Shepherd was going through, not exactly of course, but the two situations had some parallels.

Kneeling down and looking at the heartbroken man with a sympathetic expression on his face, Joe spoke as softly as he could manage: "Mr. Shepherd... I know what you're goin' through. I've lost someone I loved, had to bury her myself, and I felt just like you do now. I felt like life wasn't worth livin' without her, like I might as well put a bullet in my brain. But I realized somethin': she would want me to keep on livin' even though she's gone. Don't you think your son would want you to keep on livin'?"

[Rockette]

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Gross.

There was a particular odor that came with tainted blood and matter, something that boiled black and phosphorescent green within the pitch of darkness and coiled thicky through scraps of fur and warped hide. Vix's expression fixated into a scowl whilst hunched over the dying mutt beneath her and barked out a cough that covered the gag choking her throat in a vice. One never got used to the smell of radiated things, and even her experiences working with drug-addled dogs and snarling beasts did nothing to filter the stench now permeating her knives sunk hilt deep into ribs and flank. She shucked both out with a sickening slick sound of wrenching alloy and bone and promptly used the already stained grass to wipe her blades free of gunk, and shined them swiftly against the dusted leather of her trousers. An easy victory, Vix thought with a furrowed brow, almost a little too easy. She recalled old strategy that saw to initial waves being meager pawns and fodder to adrenalize their enemies before the bigger guns, in a sense, came tearing down the opposition. That sphere of dread was still bundled at the base of her spin and sent slivers of dread tracking up her back. When Sylvia cast her light upon Rocket suspended above their crowns, weapon clutched and looking, well, unscathed for the most part, Vix twirled one knife through her dexterous gesture and pointed.

"Well hey Princess, how the hell did you manage that?" She inquired none too gently, pointedly motioning her blade to the rope looped around her ankle. "I'll cut you down, but don't expect me to catch you." Vix was ultimately prepared to do just that, when, with a ping somewhere behind her glaring lobe, she thought; where the fuck is the guy who would catch her? As per his duty and regulated sense of occupation, the ex-Raider panned her eye around the clearing, searching for the still absent Soldier.

"Actually, what the fuck happened. And where is-" Again, her instincts swelled full into overdrive, for dogs were one thing and easily dispatched, but the warped bears of pink and diseased flesh capped barely by tufts of oozing black that reeked of carrion and taint was founded into another category altogether.

Ah, crap.

Vix was not one for the initiative in the circumstances of taking charge against a Yao Guai, she had seen them shred barriers and comrades apart like mere cloth and wet paper sobbed in blood. There was little to stop the charge of a raging bear, and warped creatures like Yao Guai bore an aggression streak miles wider than her own, and that was saying something. She was entirely grateful with Sylvia taking the initial assault, with Felix following behind in attempt to disable its movements, and - he still made her cringe because why he couldn't he just be some human - followed by the report of a shotgun, Vix did what she did best. She hoisted her arms back, muscles bunched and taut and flung out her knives, aiming for the massive head swinging around with frothing jowls pried open in a vicious roar of fury.