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Team deathmatch?
Not home, just in the driveway...
Mordred quietly froze when Chadrick removed his mask. Ghouls...
The only experience in all 18 years of his life in which had seen a ghoul was the death of his father. He shivered at the thought, he had only been a todler at the time and had witnessed what a pack of feral ghouls could do to a man.
He tore his eyes away from Chadrick to occupy his vision with a crack on the wall. This ghoul was still civilized, but there was really no way for him to judge how long that would last. As far as Mordred knew or cared about ghouls, they all went feral eventually.
The only experience in all 18 years of his life in which had seen a ghoul was the death of his father. He shivered at the thought, he had only been a todler at the time and had witnessed what a pack of feral ghouls could do to a man.
He tore his eyes away from Chadrick to occupy his vision with a crack on the wall. This ghoul was still civilized, but there was really no way for him to judge how long that would last. As far as Mordred knew or cared about ghouls, they all went feral eventually.
Mordred had gathered his thoughts for answering Chadricks question, but stopped when he went to mark eye contact with Chadrick. Chadrick's eyes unnerved Mordred for some reason Mordred himself could not place. He made to brush the feeling aside, for he had already almost misjudged someone earlier that day, but the gut instinct held its ground almost admirably. Mordred did not know why, but his body did not trust Chadrick.
It was then Bob proposed his offer. Mordred shook his head with a small smile and said,"To be honest, I wouldn't care for caps or loot, I'm pretty well off as is, but I have nothing better to do at the moment so why not?"
This was bound to be one hell of a vacation.
It was then Bob proposed his offer. Mordred shook his head with a small smile and said,"To be honest, I wouldn't care for caps or loot, I'm pretty well off as is, but I have nothing better to do at the moment so why not?"
This was bound to be one hell of a vacation.
Mordred walked down the hallway shortly after Rose, clapping Willhelm on the back on the way," Remind me never to challenge you to an arm wrestling contest." He then glanced back to where Robert was crouching," Nice marksmanship."
He stepped into the room he and his new... companions?... had fought for. Honestly, he had been expecting something more akin to a weapon locker or something more practical. However, this was Phoenix's salvage, Mordred respected that. Besides, the last thing he wanted was to have another anti-material rifle pointed at him.
He looked around the room, just skimming over it, to see if there was anything that took his attention.
He stepped into the room he and his new... companions?... had fought for. Honestly, he had been expecting something more akin to a weapon locker or something more practical. However, this was Phoenix's salvage, Mordred respected that. Besides, the last thing he wanted was to have another anti-material rifle pointed at him.
He looked around the room, just skimming over it, to see if there was anything that took his attention.
Don't think I don't know it...
:/ sorry I took so long, I had a few other things to do.
I pray that if the door has a terminal for it Mordred doesn't accidentally fry it.
I pray that if the door has a terminal for it Mordred doesn't accidentally fry it.
Mordred ignored the newcomer, he had been busy crunching numbers. The variant of plasma grenade he held was designed for high yield low collateral, meaning it produced more plasma upon detonation with less of a shockwave. The maximum radius of effective damage was a little under 5 feet from the epicenter. He figured he could land it 4 feet in front of the sentry bots, dealing massive structural as well as electronic damage to them and still not destroy anything beyond them.
"You may want to back up, Phoenix," he said, removing the pin of the grenade,"Shiny, you're on point the moment this goes off, don't worry, I'll be right behind you."
Mordred pressed the primer button for the plasma grenade now that he had removed the safety pin, tossed it up in the air to cook it off, caught it, and backhand-threw it against the opposite corner into the midst of the 2 sentry bots.
He prayed his calculations were correct.
"You may want to back up, Phoenix," he said, removing the pin of the grenade,"Shiny, you're on point the moment this goes off, don't worry, I'll be right behind you."
Mordred pressed the primer button for the plasma grenade now that he had removed the safety pin, tossed it up in the air to cook it off, caught it, and backhand-threw it against the opposite corner into the midst of the 2 sentry bots.
He prayed his calculations were correct.
Boy? Okay, he had most definitely heard that before, so why was it grating his nerves now? This man must simply have a way for being rude... but then Mordred thought for a moment. Bob hadn't been truly hostile towards him, and seemed to act with the best of intentions. Perhaps he should withhold judgement based on someone's mannerisms alone.
"Just give me a second." Mordred said, reaching into the folds of his armor to retrieve a stowed plasma grenade," Phoenix, how grouped are those two hostiles?"
"Just give me a second." Mordred said, reaching into the folds of his armor to retrieve a stowed plasma grenade," Phoenix, how grouped are those two hostiles?"
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