Dephyus

After the End

@SkankingDevil

Eddie scoffed "Jacob Reddings. Heh, you've been saaving that one for a fantasy novel?" He gave himself a chuckle, after a few moments he placed his hand on his chin. "Then again, an alias is prabably a good call."

He pulled out the carbine and began to inspect it. It was damaged all right, but you couldn't tell from a distance. Even a trained marksman would need to be less than a foot away, but people were known to surprise him. Setting it down, he rifled through the bags some more, pulling out a worn, brown duster. This was Eddie's coat for if he ever got cold, but he never really did. It was unused for some time. He threw the coat over his back and punched an arm through each sleeve. Buttoning the coat with one hand, he used the other to continue to dig in these bags. There must have been a hundred pockets. He always kind of felt sorry for the mule, but it couldn't tell him anything was wrong, so everything must be okay. He pulled out an off-brown trilby from the bag.

"Ah shit! I thought we had a Stetson? This will look stupid." He grimaced for a moment. "Ah fuck it, a hat's a hat." He plopped the hat down on his head and used the brim to conceal his eyes the best he could. He picked up the carbine and turned to Don. "Just call me... Thunderfuck Mckillexploder." In this get up, he almost looked like a bad detective with a rifle fetish.

"Oh! By the way!" He was shouting now. "When haave I eva 'breakded frame?'"

Just then a small rodent emerged out of the bushes. It scurried slowly, zig-zagging a path through the brush. It found itself on the road, searching for any scraps left by the mule or the two men. It caught Eddies eye. In two swift motions, Eddie brought the rifle over his head, holding it with two hands at the barrel. In the second motion, he brought the butt of the gun down with a mighty force. There was a short, high pitched squeak, followed by a squishing sound.

"WOO! Nailed it!" Eddie exclaimed, arms overhead. He wiped the former rat off the gun onto the back of the mule, but not very well. "Alright, chief. I'm the sell sword, I'll follow your lead." He gets into position beside the mule and fake cocks his rifle, mouth noises included.

After the End

@SkankingDevil
Eddie smiled wryly. "Ya look like a re-u-lar dappa dan."

He threw himself at the mule yet again, digging around on the oppisite Don. He grabbed a few more vials of glitter. Chartreuse. Gross. He opened the lid and dumped it on the ground. Next vile. Brown? Why? Who uses brown glitter? He dumped it next to the Chartreuse. He dug in once more. Red... Damn. He liked red. He reach a final time, hoping it would be anything else. Baby puke green! Perfect! After dumping out the last vial he cover the glitter up with loose dirt. In each empty vial he mixed equal parts gold and blue with 98 parts water. He shook the vials as though he was a scientist and maybe this really was the cure for cancer.

"So," Eddie started, still fixated on his potions. "Both scientists. Doctas. Hmmmm... Oh! do we still have..." He cut himself off as he began to frantically search. "YES!" He exclaimed, pulling out a white lab coat. Well, mostly white lab coat. The coat was covered in a little dirt and a lot of blood, to the point it seemed more dark red than white.

"Gawd Dammit, Daan! What did I tell ya about people we meet!? You don't..." He stared at the coat, fixated by it for only a moment. "Oh shit. This was my bad. Heh, that's right. Oh man, did I beat this guy to death. That's what he gets for thinking he's so smaat. Egghead bastard." Eddie blows his nose with the lab coat and stuffs it back into the mule's bags.

Well, unless you have another suit that or something nicer thaat you are holeden out on me, we may haave to revise ower plan. Something catches his eye, the barrel of the gun. This was not something special, couldn't have been. Eddie and Don carry the special stuff on them. At least the small stuff. He reaches in the bag to pull out a carbine-esque rifle. High quality, no bullets and also broken. But it sure did look convincing. We do still haave this from those Rubes back west. He subtly blurts out. He rummages around some more.

"Oh, but what ever shall I wear?" He swoons, using his best 'Southern Belle' impression.

After the End

@SkankingDevil

Eddie rubbed the bridge of his nose, exhaling deeply. He took a moment to collect his thoughts.

"Pair of pilers? 10mm wrench, solar panels, copper wire, transformers!? That sounds reeeeeeaaaal great, Daan! He shouted in an upstart. A drank! A room! A whoore! Really Daan!?

He moved to the mule, shifting through the bags strapped to it. He pulled out a small brown pouch made from makeshift linens. He opened to the pouch and flipped it upside down and gave it a good shake. Nothing fell out. The bag was empty.

"Let's do a little flash back, shall weh Daan?" He placed his arm around Don's shoulder. "Remember how we tipped a little extra to that wata merchant for the info on this place? Now tell me, did you forget the part where that was the rest of our money?"

He threw the bag on the ground in a fit of anger and rubbed his chin, his two day beard nuzzling his hand. Drove him crazy. He could use a shave. He rummaged around in the bag hoping that there would be something more inside, a sliver of hope. His hands instead caught a plastic bag. He pulled out the bag, labeled on the side "Micheal's" in big red letters. It was full of plastic vials. He reached into the bag, grabbing two vials at random. He brought them out into the daylight. Glitter. Blue and Gold.

"Hey, Daan my Mayn! Remember when we ransacked that craft supply store a while back? A glint in his eye reflect off the glitter. "How abouts a miracle potion?"

After the End

@SkankingDevil

Eddie took a deep breath. First in, then out. That's normally how it all starts, right? First in, then out. He relaxed his shoulders, leaned back a little bit. You needed some prep for things like these. He whipped his head from side to side, cracking his neck loudly with each twist. He closed his eyes and his breathing slowed. It had been a long few days, not a lot between where he was and where he is now. He though maybe for once some Intel that they get would lead to a trap. He exhaled and let nature take it's course. He caught most of what Don was yammering about in the background.

"Uh huh... Uh huh..." He muttered out gruffly.

The key words were "women and drink" that caught his ear, but it was the jabbing at the ribs that upset him a little.

"Daan," He started, his thick Boston accent pushing through. You know me, Daan, Nobady like the gals like Eddie like dah sauce, yeah? But come on, man, we talked about this..."

He finished his business and zipped up his jeans. "Could Iy get like... 10 feet maybe when Iym taking a leak?"

He walks over to the mule and peers around it for the water they had been drinking. "They aa pretty held up, yeah? If day been here a while, they might be rooted in deep." He takes a hearty drink of water. "I'd say lets stroll up all cool like, you know Iym sayin?"

"Now," He says after wiping his lips, a Cheshire grin growing on his face "What's da con this time?"

After the End

Name: Edward "Eddie" Donahue

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic

Weapons: A 9mm Glock named "Sandy" (Nothing Special), a Smith & Wesson Model 10 named "The General" (Only two bullets, can't seem to find anymore) and a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it lovingly called "Lucky."

Skills: Smooth Talker (Even with his horrible accent), Decent marksman, Tough in a fight, Rarely backs down.
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: See skills, but also talks a big game, but can be an effective con-man.

Appearance: He is slender in appearance, 5’9’’ in height, but is packed with surprise muscle. He is short brown hair, choppy cut, that he slicks back when he finds the time. He has hazel eyes that constantly have a look that mixes between hatred and angst. However, he is usually smiling. He is of fair skin and is always seen with a trade mark bandage across the bridge of his nose, a mark from his youth. He is normally seen wearing a green light jacket hoodie with faux fur on the inside (Softer than it looks), blue jeans and converse. We also occasionally wears batting gloves, mainly when he uses Lucky.

Brief Personality: See unusual traits. Eddie is quick to anger and carries a sharp wit that gets him into more trouble then not. However, when the need arises, he can be very persuasive. He is suave, with just a hint of pure insanity. A loose cannon if there ever was one.

Current Location: Near Town?

Background: Eddie was a poor kid. Grew up in filth and crime. This was, of course, before what most in his neighborhood called "The Shitpoclypse." He was raised by the streets of Boston, stealing from pockets, breaking into cars and selling fake Red Wings jerseys. After everything was over he found no remains of his ophaniage... Maybe? I don't know. He never looked. He went west, using the wastes as a new opportunity to con the needy out of their things, so they could be his things. Eventually, after killing his traveling companion for snoring too loud, he came across a rube by the name of Don Matthews. He though, maybe, this was someone he could get a cheap buck out of. Through many encounters and an almost duel, they realized that they make a great, if not evil, team. He now roams the wastes with Don, ready to knee cap a thug or con a good sameritan out of his hard earned food.

Alone or with someone?: Don Matthews, partner in crime

Other: Ignore the above. He's a real good guy. Honest.