The Whacko

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Heyooo!

Snowed In

Odie might not have been a ball of fire in the brains department, but he knew when he was being lied to. Granted this lie wasn't a very big one, and it wasn't going to hurt anyone, so he decided that he might as well let it slide. He gave another shrug and started to stand, snatching up his pack and looking down the hallway.

"Sure, still got a buncha singles. Might as well get sum'n to eat while we wait..." He let out a heavy sigh. "Gonna be real happy when I c'n get back down South. Don't think I like winters all that much."

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"Pre'y sho' House got anotha' pair'a pants fo' ya 'roun' here somewhere, son." Del said with a shake of his head as he looked down at the NCR kid, clutching the teddy bear the Nightkin had given him, and now stinking of piss and fear. Which smelled pretty similar, really. Reaching over to the platter of biscuits he took two of the delicious-smelling pastries, packing one away for the road. It would probably be hard as a rock later, but it would still taste better than the molerat jerky he had right now. Then he looked up at the Nightkin, who apparently was just as crazy as the rest, but not of the sort to beat a man to death with his own fists because the voices in his head got too loud.

"From De Delta. New O'leans you wanna git mo' specific." He didn't expect the Nightkin to have any clue as to where New Orleans was, or even what The Delta even looked like. Then again most folk aside from Tribals and the Cajuns stayed out of that region. He couldn't blame them, really, with the mutant alligators and Swamp Folk. For some reason, though, people just seemed to love to imagine that swamps and the bayou were the home to every monster from every little horror story ever written. He'd even heard some boys from The Boneyard spinning tales about fishmen that lived out in the most remote parts of The Delta, worshiping some weird-ass squid monster god or whatever the fuck it was. He blamed that story on Jet.

"Guessin' ya a'ready know Tennpeny, den?"

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Yeah, you're right there, now that I think about it. Forget my complaints, man.

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Dinh AaronMk said
Just about everyone in the game is armed in some way. Except maybe NCR tourists.Even McLaugherty is armed.

Point, again. Guess I'm just uppity.

Point as well, Terminal. Eh, never mind, dunno why I made anything of it.

Snowed In

Odie nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing just a little bit as Walker seemed a little too surprised....and friendly. When he got pretty friendly, it usualy meant that he was hiding something. But it was probably best not to pry too much into it. The big fella just shrugged and let his backpack fall to the floor, slumping his bulk against the wall and taking a seat.

"Looks like we're snowed in. Probably best be gettin' comfortable or goin' over to the tool storage and gettin' some shovels together." He said almost absently, scratching at a stubbled cheek. He forgot to shave this morning. It was going to bother him all night. "Probably better to stay put, though. Shovelin' snow from the inside of the buildin'...probably ain't a good idea if that Simpsons episode was any indication."

Then he paused, blinking a bit as he looked over at the door Walker seemed to be intent on covering. "...so...uh...who's in there, anyway?"

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Dinh AaronMk said
Given this is a world where anyone and everyone either wears left overs from the old world, a patchwork of odds and ends, or brahmin-hide then I can see it being easy to think of anyone as being a wanna-be gunslinger, some rugged caravaneer, or settler. Simply looking like a gunslinger from a spaghetti western doesn't make you look any different from anyone else, not in the way I figure everyone here wants to be. And given everyone's rocking the leather protection look...It would be more stunning if he came in with faction armor, power armor, skimpy raider armor, or a suit.

Fair point. Still, packing some fairly serious heat and and a flak vest probably says 'Merc' more than settler...eh, maybe I'm just being uppity.

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So....they had a Tribal now too. This job was going to be an extra special sort of fun. He didn't mind Tribals, himself, hell, he prefered their company most days to a lot of the civlized folk of the wastes. They made their views clear, they rarely resorted to deciet, and they were dependable to a fault. The psychos like the White Legs and 80s were the exception rather than the rule. The problem was that those psychos were the Tribals that got talked about most. That might cause some trouble with such a mixed group. He'd probably have to keep a hand near one of his guns, just in case.

The Cajun nodded over to Ra'tara politely, taking a seat in an old red leather chair and trying to make himself comfortable in the 200 year old piece of furniture. He didn't recognize him by tribe, but he figured that he had to be from one of the warrior-hunter bunches, probably a lot like the Dead Horses or the Singing Bears.

"Good day t'ya, hun'er. Spirits' trea'in' ya well, look like. Called Henri Delacroix. Singin' Bears call me Scouts-Many-Marshes, too." He didn't know if this guy knew of the Singing Bears, but with Tribals it never hurt to express your multiculturalism, least in his experience.

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If Poe thinks ol' Del looks like a settler...needs some vision tests.

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Del couldn't help but stare that the display before him. These kids apparently weren't too bright. Only idiots play jokes with fucking grenades. He wanted to smack all three of them upside the head, and would have too if the....Nightkin? Well, now, this was unexpected. He blinked in surprise at the towering gray-blue hulk in stepping out of the elevator, and continued to stare as it rather casualy nudged aside the NCR boy and reached down to pick up the grenade. He'd been around the wasteland enough to not assume the worst of Super Mutants right away. Hell, he'd even traveled with one after it left what was left of Broken Hills. Nightkin, though? Well, it was usualy just best to play along with their crazy until they got bored and moved away, if you were lucky. Otherwise gunplay was about the only option.

"Huh. Didn' expect no Nigh'kin here. Gon' take a wil' guess an' say yo' here fo' wha'evah' dis job is, too?" He kept his tone calm, casual. He wasn't going to take chances with one of those crazies.