Woundwort

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

<Snipped quote by Ophidian>

But the motherfucker wasn't a werebear now was he?

@ClocktowerEchos

One cannot have everything.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

@ClocktowerEchos

Damn. If you wanted sparkles you shoulda joined the latest Shine City before I left. Had a bishie who went all out on the vampire custome.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

@ClocktowerEchos

Checking with you, considering the Werebear thing.

But you mind if I include Werewolves in the ranks of the Counties? Channel Van Helsing....just a little bit..



Just a little.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

@Ophidian Ooooo no, after all the build up towards your NS you ain't going nowhere until we get to see it!

@RisenDead

You scare me.

So okay.

Pokemon: Legendary Guardians [V2]

@Ninian

Jinx

For a few moments, Jinx stared back. Seemingly struck dumb.

"Holy ****. You really do look like a puppy when you do that thing with your eyes." Jinx blinked rapidly, as if shaking off a spell. "I mean. Seriously man. For like half a second there all I wanted to do was pat your head and feed you treats or something."

He scratched the back of his head absentmindedly. "But yeah. There's probably Pokemon Centers and that. You're..." Jinx blinked again.

"You know." He continued on, conversationally. "I really thought that whole 'I'm taking him home with me and taking care of him forever' thing you sorta invoke in people was just the fact you got run over and drugged in the span of five minutes talking. But that's...just how you are huh?"

Pent's Pokemon probably knew what he was talking about, he'd wager.

This Road I Must Travel

"Now what in the sam-hell is tha-?" Hannibal's hands snapped up, his laser rifle resting easy in them. The motion was smooth, practiced, a stark contrast to the cacophony of sounds that had just blown his way on the wind. Shooting. Alarms. Screaming. Like someone had just opened some sorta damn war-in-a-box and added some psycho to the whole thing for flavor.

The sorta thing the phrase 'murder orgy' was invented for.

"Right." He growled. Someone had just opened *something* that sorta skirmish didn't just...start...at that kind tempo. Slowly, the soldier edged forwards, towards the source of that brief bout of violent noise. "Execute protocol 2542." He muttered to his mechanical companion, who beeped in response and then zoomed forwards.

Recon was the key to warfare, after all. And he didn't fancy going in blind.

This Road I Must Travel

"Ah. There ya are." Hannibal muttered as his only companion of late, an eyebot that'd taken just a bit of beating during that clusterfuck at AFB, floated into view. "I don't suppose ya found anything out there?" Something like another squad he could fall into. Something like a Vertibird wing. Something like...well, while he was dreaming, a shiny new base crawler equipped with a good old fashioned army of american laser-spewin' deathbots.

The tiny robot beeped out a quick negative. "Of course." Hannibal muttered darkly. "Well." He sighed. "Best to get a move on then. Don't want the goddamn Brotherhood catchin' us out here. Still got that strange addiction to breathin'."

The robot beeped once. Twice.

"Yes. I know it's a biologically' required function. That was the joke ya..." He shook his head. "Never you mind. Let's just...go." With that, the odd duo turned from the ruined building Hannibal had spent the last fifteen minutes staring at, and turned back to the broken, shattered road that lay before them.

Hannibal was sure there was a metaphor in that, somewhere.

But he didn't feel like depressing himself even further by searching it out just yet.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

@OphidianNo need to pressure yourself that much mate.

@ClocktowerEchos

I actually do my best work under pressure.

This is my way of motivating myself to finish.

It'll be done, no worries.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

@wxps350 Solid post! Just a reminder you have @Ophidian to your West at the moment so you can't just rampage in and conquer more than you have, or at all, without working it out with him.

@RisenDead

*Ahem*

*Shuffles feet awkwardly*

My profile will be up tomorrow, so hopefully any disruption will be minimal.

If I can't get it up tomorrow, I'll withdraw. I'm not gonna hold up the RP because I happen to be slow.

(character sheets/nation sheets murder me timewise honestly)

This Road I Must Travel

@Kinetic Kitty



Hannibal didn't know what this building had been before the bombs fell, coulda just been some burger joint for all he knew, or it might have been run down and useless even back then. What he did know was that he saw way too much of the present in that old, tattered poster clingin' to the wall long past it's time. Courage today. Victory tomorrow.

And now? The nation that that poster had sought to rally to victory, had sought to inspire to rise against the Red Threat, had sought to lead to victory was just...

The power armored soldier looked at his surroundings.



Just ruins and dust mostly. The more things changed...well, the more they stayed the same seemed like. He could still remember the end...the garbled transmission, the reports pouring into the airbase about Brotherhood troop movements, the arrival of the Demon of DC in the midst of an entire flock of Brotherhood Vertibirds...

They'd fought for their lives, he and his boys. The Enclave. They fought like cornered animals. And....well, seemed like most of them died. The fallback from the airbase hadn't been a retreat, it was a rout. The last thing command had managed to get out on the radio was just a simple order...retreat. Fall back to outposts outside of DC. Any route you could. Anyway you could.

Fuckin' hell.

Character Sheet

Name: Hannibal Silas
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Apperance/Dress Uniform

In Armor

Personality: Hannibal has many faces-some deliberately worn, some a product of his circumstances. When the need calls, he can play the fool quite well-nothing to fear from this too-friendly bookdumb grunt eh? Of course, beneath the mask and the affected southern accent, Hannibal is a cool and cunning operator, as one might expect from a member of the Enclave's officer corps. He remains affable, but at times there is a certain vicious streak to it. A true believer in the Enclave cause, and in the mythical America-That-Was, Hannibal could be called Old World Obstinance incarnate-he's got pride, he's got guns, and right now he has a hell of a grudge against the Brotherhood.

The drinking habit he picked up as a result the Enclave's defeat in DC is....simply incidental.

Bio: Hannibal is Enclave, born and raised. His youth was filled with tales of apple pie, baseball and just about every other kind of patriotic, corny-as-heck culture the Enclave could think of. He was raised to believe that America didn't die with the bombs, the Enclave WAS America. The rightful government, the ones who would bring order to the Wasteland. He believed it, he believed all of it. And still does. He for Eden in DC, and then he fought for Autumn when Eden went mad. He fought at the Purifier, even after the loss of Raven Rock. He was at Adams Airforce Base when the Enclave was crushed.

He even took on the Demon of DC himself in single combat, and was left horribly mauled by the incident-another addition to his growing collection of scars. Now...now he's limping out of the DC area, listening to static on the remaining Enclave command frequencies. Following his last orders. Fall back. Retreat. Get outta town.

He's cussing up a storm as he follows them, sure, but he's following them.