Zaresto

Day Z: Welcome to the Appocalypse (Zombie Survival RP)

It's sad to see things like this, but there's another layer to it all. I guess my time here is ogre.

Fallout: Equestria - Once Upon a Time in the wasteland

I might just leave it up to the imagination where he stayed, and then make a post in the morning mentioning it, but it all depends on whether Shoryu would like to speed up the plot right now.

Fallout: Equestria - Once Upon a Time in the wasteland

I guess my definition of soon is approximately 4 hours

Fallout: Equestria - Once Upon a Time in the wasteland

Boreal Dusk

The whole bar had erupted into cheers when the two recruiters announced that everyone would get a free drink, and rightfully so, but I, unfortunately, couldn't join in their celebrations. It had dawned on me that this entire night had drained me, and the celebratory cheers didn't aid my plights. My head hurt a bit, the prolonged exposure to such dissonant speech obviously causing it. I needed some rest, but I could also pick myself up a drink from the bar. I mean, it was free, wasn't it?

As I left my seat, so too I had left my empty bottle of Sarsaparilla. Normally I would have picked up my trash, but I was both too weary and fed up with this establishment to care. As I made my way to the bartender, I slowly began to regret my decision, as I would have had to wait at least another minute in this dreaded atmosphere before I could get my drink and leave. Due to my impatience, the wait seemed to have lasted forever.

Finally, I managed to be in the company of the bartender, who, judging by the mess of bottlecaps behind the counter, was obviously joining in the good spirit of the celebration left in the wake of the two business ponies.

"Uhhm, yes, I'll have some Sparkle Cola . . . it's free, right?" I asked him, trying to keep my volume to the minimum amount he could have heard me with.

"For you, no way. You pay like everyone else!" he retorted, a smug grin across his face.

"But . . . everyone else didn't pay," I managed to squeak out, now starting to worry a bit.

"You hear the man, you bettah pay him or get the fuck out, ya damn weirdo!" said the mustached pony I had come into contact with before, when I carried out that drunk guy I later stole caps from. I felt a bit betrayed, realizing that my few seconds of cooperation and conversation with someone didn't necessarily mean that pony was an ally. I sighed and relented, handing over eight of my caps in return for a bottle of cola that the bartender make sure I didn't get the cap of. I levitated my beverage and began my walk out of the tavern, muttering a rather colorful curse which, unfortunately, I had said too loudly than I had intended to and was caught by that mustached pony.

"You bettah watch yo fukin mouth round here . . . queer!" he spat at me, and both him and the bartender erupted into laughter, giving themselves a rapid barrage of brohoofs. I soon made my way to the exit, although the bartender wasn't finished yet.

"Hey, thanks for your business!" he shouted at me sarcastically, which caused the duo to repeat their laughter-brohoof combination, before the bartender returned to his job and catered to another customer. Although, as I glanced back, I noticed the remains of the spilled coin bag still had some mass within it. I smirked a bit as the tip of my horn began to glow brighter, now enveloping the bag and quickly sending it straight towards me, while the other ponies seemed none the wiser. The pleasure is all mine I thought to myself as I exited the tavern, both purse and drink neatly levitating in front of me.

Now, the only problem was to find a place to crash for the night.

My Little Pony - Equestrian Explorer's League [OOC]

I'll make a CS in a bit.

My Little Pony - Equestrian Explorer's League

Might be interested

Fallout: Equestria - Once Upon a Time in the wasteland

I guess I'll have to post soon.

Fallout: Equestria - Once Upon a Time in the wasteland

Shoryu forced my hand and I posted. Boreal is kinda a creep now.

Fallout: Equestria - Once Upon a Time in the wasteland

Boreal Dusk

I watched as the earth pony and the unicorn engaged in conversation. Unfortunately for him, she seemed uninterested in dancing, as she quickly fled his company in order to sign up for the caravan. He, Sound Chance seemed to be his name, shrugged it off, heading to buy himself a beverage. But, surprisingly, he bought two drinks. By now, my curiosity was piqued, as I could assume that he was wither a heavy drinker or simply dulling the mare's senses in order to increase his chances of getting laid this very night. By the time I turned back to observe the pale unicorn, she was already making her way to a table. Of course, Sound seemed to be following closely behind after he, too, signed up for the caravan. I wanted to continue observing them from here, but I was rather paranoid that someone would catch wind of my glares at one just these two people, so I decided to upgrade my facade. I ran through the plan in my head three times before I moved a muscle.

All I had to do was get to a table near them, far enough away so that I didn't seem like some creepy stalker but close enough so that I could easily hear what they were saying, and place my flank on a chair and finish my drink. It was the perfect plan, at least, it was in my head. I began to move a bit quickly, but I immediately realized my flaw and slowed down, using my unicorn telekinesis to keep my drink stable in the air. My head was cocked over to where that asshat unicorn with his acoustic guitar were at, as now he started speaking fancy. Ugh, even more reasons to hate this guy. He's an asshole and a pretentious dill-weed. I thought to myself, but at least I wouldn't have to deal with him when I set off on the caravan.

By the time a sat down, Sound and the unicorn were already in conversation, although I did hear Sound mentioning something about her being a doctor. It definitely was uncommon for someone to be trained in medicine. I then heard her mention that she was born in one of those fancy Stables. By now, my eyes moved from being fixed at a dull, gray wall to being fixed directly at her. Only now did I notice the PipBuck near her hoof. Of course, I had a PipBuck, but hers was in almost pristine condition, well, compared to mine, which had a cracked screen and many dings. I envied this mare. She was born in an area where near limitless information was within hoofs reach, unlike my childhood where I had to hope for some modicum of Pre-War knowledge to be brought back from some loot piles. I then took another sip of my Sarsaparilla, looking back at the performer, who was finishing his act. I looked back between sips every once in a while, now noticing that Sound had himself a revolver which he started to show off. It would be fine for close range, but the relatively short barrel of it would prohibit it from being used at long ranges, although I suppose that's where I would come in.

I checked how many caps I still had: 44, counting the one I had received from opening my drink. I hoped that it would be enough to cover expenses for the night, but I would surely get screwed over one way or another.

Day Z: Welcome to the Appocalypse (Zombie Survival RP)

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