The Whacko

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Damn. Looks like no Deliverence-Mad Max type shiz for us. :(

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Still voting for the red line, for the record.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

"Many thanks, Mr. House. Any questions?" Well, that certainly sounded like an interesting job. Rail lines, being able to make it across the whole control in a matter of days. He could see the merits in that idea. Some of the others were already voicing their opinions, and most of them sounded pretty legitimate. The Brotherhood would be a pain in the ass for them, at least the Western chapters. Oh, sure they preached about reclaiming humanity's glory for the greater good, but what that meant was taking any kind of advanced technology from anyone that wasn't them, and generaly treating others like cavemen not to be trusted with anything more advanced than a toaster or a rifle.

Then, of course, Sabin had to make a jackass of himself. Del just pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke.

"Shut d'fuck up, kid. House don' need to show you jack shit 'bout where he is long as he's payin' us." He growled over at the kid, absently fingering the grip of his own Colt Police Special. "An' far as questions, Mr. Tenpenny, nah, none from me. I'll say dis, dough; Southern Line ain' a bad idea. Legion's disorganized as shit now. Caesar an' Lanius're dead. Dey too busy bea'in' de livin' shit outta eachotha' ova' who takes ova' righ' now to be payin' any attention t'folk workin' on dem lines. Know there's a lotta folk in The Delta lookin' to do some expandin' inta de worl', too." He didn't really expect them to want to take the Southern Line, no. They'd want to go up somewhere with seasons. He just wanted to remind them of their options.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Del'll tell him where Marcus is, don't worry. He ain't dumb enough to keep anything from Nightkin.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

I know. It is a bit annoying. Had to go back and remind myself who the hell Rebecca was...

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Del hasn't seen a ranger either. He's heard of them of course, but never seen one. And I don't think Del and Ellie will ever be besties. Nope. Never.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

I personnaly vote for the Southern line, if just because I also wrote up some fluff for The Delta. And come on.....Mad Max meets Deliverence!

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

"Tenpenny's de one hirin' us, soun's like. House runs dis territory, prob'ly jus' providin' de meetin' place an' de supply caps." Del said in answe to the women's questions, but just as quickly the kid went and opened his mouth too. He thought about cuffing him upside the head, but he was too comfortable in his seat to move right now. "It's half an' half. Second Gen'ation Supah Mutants be dumb as hell an' crazy violen', yeah. First Gen'ation 'bout mellow out afta' nine'y year o'so. Dey de ones dat talk to ya an' be nice-like." Then he turned his head over toward Scrap and cleared his throat a bit.

"Nigh'kin be...eh...lil' crazy. Dem Stealthboys dey use mess wit' their brains an' such. Schitzophrenia an' such. Hear ol' Marcus got some cure fo' it now, though. Dis one seem harmless."

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

"Yep. Henri, or Del. Either one works." Del repsonded to Dallas' introduction, offering a gloved hand to shake as he opened his own beer with the corner of the table. It would probably leave a scratch on the wood, but he wasn't in the mood to pay it much mind. He took a long pull on the piss-warm hootch, but savored the flavor as it went down. Yep. He'd definitely need to take some supplies for the road before he left the building. "Loo' like folk here ain' neva' met no Cajun in they life."

Then the elevator came up yet again, and Del's eyes shot over to the doors as the opened. Two more women, wastelanders, and packing some serious heat. Hell, the brunette was carrying more firepower than just about anyone in the room right now aside from the retard that played a prank with the grenade. He heard them both ask at about the same time...

"What smells like piss?"

"Dat'd be our NCR boy 'ere." He responded in as polite a tone as he could manage, jabbing a thumb over at Sabin before he took another pull on his beer. "Fella in de glasses decided t'rownin' g'nades'd be fuckin' hilarious. Den our Nigh'kin friend got up here...s'prised the po' kid. Jus' how many folk'd Tenpenny hire fo' dis job, eh?"

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Del ignored most of the kid's rebuttle, taking a bite out of his biscuit and savoring that flavor greedily. Hot damn, it was good. Throwing his feet up onto the table in front of him, he was about to down the rest of that damn sweet piece of bread when the elevator came up again. This time it was carrying a pair. The first was another man, wastelander, he thought, merc or a courier. He looked about as unhappy as could be with the crowd in front of him, and really, Del couldn't blame him. The second was a woman, young and blonde. Unexpected, but he wasn't going to argue with having a pretty blonde on board with this job. The Tribal took a seat next to him, and he was glad for the company. He liked having sturdy and trustworthy sorts around.

"Gonna grab as many'a dese biscuits as I can fo' we leave. Sick'a molerat jerky. Git some beer too. Might's well take wha' ya c'n get while de boss be away."