I'm feeling uninspired for Fallout, might wait like a day or so on a post from me.
Alrighty, thanks for letting me know in advanced.
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Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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8 yrs ago
Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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8 yrs ago
"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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8 yrs ago
You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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8 yrs ago
My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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The Dyslexia is strong with this one.
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Alrighty, thanks for letting me know in advanced.
@Dragonbud
“Jesus, miss, I don’t want any trouble!” the last thug squawked, raising his arms shakily up above his head in a gesture of surrender “please, I’m just looking to make a couple-”
In a flash of movement, the thug was holding a .44, and cocking back the hammer.
He pulled the trigger, and a bullet exploded fourth, rocketing through the air, and slamming into the space between Corinne’s eyes, painting the wall behind her with the inside of her head. Chunks of the young woman’s frontal lobe trickled down the grimy brickwork, and her limp body hit the floor.
“Eat lead, cunt.”
The thug turned his attention to Dusty.
“I’ve still got one in the chamber, kid. Either you walk away and forget this ever happened, or I put one between yours eyes.”
@Sol Grim
“An assassin, huh?” The Donna gave Dallen a thoughtful look, biting down on the corner of her lip.
“There’s a jet pusher by the name of Alejandro. Has dirty blonde hair, and one bad eye. In about half an hour he’ll be on the curb outside of the Jungle Gym, selling his wares. Put a bullet in him, and bring me back his stetson as proof. If you can manage that, I’ll think about moving you up to something more serious.”
The Donna slid her fingers together, placing her hands flat on the desk.
“Until then, we have nothing more to discuss.”
@Dragonbud She'd tell her to waste them, so there's less chance of someone tracking her down. Dusty's call
@Dismas The World of Darkness is one of my favourite universes. I try to pinch from it whenever I can.
@Dragonbud
“I’m gonna be honest, I’m having second thoughts about how important these caps are.” One of the thugs murmured.
“Shut your fucking mouth, Belluci.” The second-in-command snarled, his back facing the rest of the thugs, as he squared up to Dusty.
“I’m serious, it ain’t worth getting wasted over.”
“I said, shut you-”
Just then, Belluci’s chain cracked down on the back of the other thug’s head, splitting it open like a crunchy mutfruit. Bloody pull exploded out of the fresh slice in the man’s head, whilst his body swayed, and tumbled to the ground; a trail of dark carmine spurting out into the gutter.
Belluci, and the other remaining thugs, stepped backwards, giving Dusty a heasent look.
“No need to drag this out anymore. We cool?”
@Sol Grim
The room that Dallen stepped into looked more like another whole floor of the casino than an office. Empty roulette wheels and card tables were dotted about the place, and huge stone pillars lurched up to the ceiling. Bright neon yellow globes flooded the room with light, as the windows themselves had been boarded over.
At least ten of the Donna’s henchmen and women occupied the room, whilst Regina herself sat at the far end, behind a large wooden desk.
“Adrian said he was sending someone,” the woman observed, gesturing one hand to the empty chair in front of the desk “please, take a seat.”
The Donna was a strongly built woman, broad shouldered and olive skinned. She had deep brown eyes, and long hair that was black like coal. Her fingers were littered with glistening rings, and her full body was packed into a cheetah pattern dress.
“Why don’t you start by telling me a bit about yourself, mister..?”
This quest I'm on smells like Vampire: The Masquerade :p
God fucking dammit, I was hoping that would go unnoticed xD
"Runaround Sue" by Dion. A catchy song, but Dallen just stood still in silence.
Tune, mate.
@Leidenschaft I like what's there so far! Lemmie know when the CS is complete.
@Dragonbud
“You’ve got more balls than brains, lil girl,” snapped one of the thugs, giving his knuckles a sharp crack “This little whore has crossed one too many lines, and I’ll be fucked bloody before I let some white knight come between us and our caps.”
One gnarled hand shot into his jacket, and remerged gripping a stocky 10mm pistol.
Most people would’ve found staring down the barrel of a gun more than a little intimidating, but it wouldn’t take an experienced raider like Dusty very long to figure out that her assailant had made the rather fundamental mistake of forgetting to turn the safety off.
@Sol Grim
“Hey, we all gotta look after our reputations,” the bartender nodded his agreement “a man’s reputation is all he’s got, out here.”
The big man listened intently, keeping his focus fixed on Dallen.
“Well, for starters ‘he’ is a ‘she’,” The bartender laughed “the one and only Donna Regina. She’s a practical woman, but she’s not accustomed to taking shit from anyone, so watch your mouth around her.”
He cocked his head slightly, nodding to the elevator at the far end of the room, passed the throng of junkies and gamblers, which was guarded by two mobsters in dark suits.
“They’ll buzz you up, just tell ‘em Adrian sent you.”
@Andreyich
“Hey, asshole!” Snapped the bartender “Put the fucking weapon away, for atom’s sake! You're paying for that dartboard!”
The big man scowled, before returning to tending the bar.
“Fuckin’ hell, the nerve of some people…”
@Dismas
“That so, huh?” Mancini, a skeletal-thin man with a wiry moustache and a mop of greasy black hair, gave Horus the once over, looking him up and down with beady, vulture-like eyes
“Don’t bother hidin’ it, friend, I know you’re a corpse-man,” he laughed, a dry, wheezy, laugh (the distinctive laugh of a Jet addict) “but that’s good...I can use that.”
Mancini pulled a small scrap of paper out of the breast pocket of his suit, offering it to Horus.
“The Donna has dealings with one Murilo Esteves, the biggest Ultrajet kingpin in New Reno. Problem is, Esteves is caught up in a feud with Darlia, the Donna’s little sister. Darlia thinks Murilo wants her dead, so she’s gone into hiding until he calls the feud off. We’ve tried getting through to Mister Esteves, but he’s not big on us smoothskins.”
Mancini nodded to the piece of paper.
“That’s got the address to the Old Wright mansion over in East Side. That’s where you’ll find Esteves. If you can convince him to call off the feud, they’ll be a lot of caps in it for ya.”
Quite back-to-back today, but I'll aim to get everyone's responses up tomorrow. Great posts, guys!
Working on a post now, how far am i allowed to take this fight? Would it be fair to say a well placed punch to the temple would knock the guy out? Or would you rather have me just stagger him?
You can take this fight :) If there's ever a fight which I want to be written co-operatively I'll let you know
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