Charles, "Terry" or so Robyn had named the Deathclaw was distracted by Robyn. Obeying what Robyn wanted Charles to do, he enters Terry's cage where a remote like device was sitting on the floor of the container. Grabbing the remote, Charles review the multipul buttons, the Raiders had kindly put little misspelled descriptions of what each button did. Keeping an eye out for Robyn, he notices that she is cautiously evading each swing from the Deathclaw. Returning his eyes to the remote, Charles finds a rather large button labeled "Control". Quickly pressing the button, Charles watches as the Deathclaw stops mind swing in front of Robyn who had backed up against the scavenged walls of the camp. The Deathclaw lowers its massive arm & smells around. Approaching Robyn, Charles had one thing on mind, making sure she's okay. -"You okay?" Charles asks, handing her the remote.
Jon, -"Thanks, hopefully we can use some alcohol to help the healing process...I-uh-wanted to thank you for helping me out, it means alot." Jon responds with a smile.
Jon, -"I don't care either way, but you're right, it's nice to sleep in the same room with someone. But I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable." Jon responds with a slight smile.
Alright, so Hugz made some really good points. However we should probably decide what happened to the main factions. Personally, I believe that the Enclave should be mostly eradicated except for Remnants or small patches of independent operations, but due to both the West Coast & East Coast Enclave divisions being stripped of any leadership, they should be on the decline. As for the Brotherhood of Steel, we should atleast have the East Coast still kicking strong because of the Lone Wanderers aid, however, I agree with the fate of the West Coast Brotherhood. As for the NCR & Caesars Legion, I think the NCR's fate as stated by Hugz is pretty good. However, Caesars death shouldn't have been caused by the Courier given that upon attack, the entire Legion would have attacked the Courier. I think Caesar should've died sometime after the second attack at Hoover Dam due to his untreated tumor. As for President Kimball, he should've been successfully assassinated by a Legion spy during his speech, damaging the morality of the NCR army & thus making the two come to a standoff. Legate Lanius should've been successfully killed either by NCR soldiers or the Courier. As for Mr. House, his control of the strip remains, but due to the presumed refusal of aid to him by the Courier, he basically has the same robots. The attack on major sites by the Legion weakened a lot of major communities around Nevada.
Now with Megaton's bomb, I think It'd be unique to have the bomb somehow detonate, so we should include that in the RP.
((Alrighty, let's just say Charles changed into his new uniform after stopping by the base.)) Charles, Smiling playfully at Robyn, Charles hatches an idea. -"Let's use this to our advantage Robyn." Charles says with a wicked smile as he looks to Robyn. Deathclaws were dangerous, really dangerous, but back about eight years ago when the Enclave returned to the wastes, they practically brainwashed a small portion of the Deathclaws for their experiments. They typically used a control device to make them follow the Enclave & be somewhat "peaceful" or neutral towards them, problem was, where did the Raiders hide the remote -"We've got to find the remote to that metal helmet." Charles announces to Robyn as his eyes dart around the camp for possible locations.
Charles, Previously knowing that Robyn was a "bad girl", the killing of that man was only slightly shocking, but Charles kept to his firm expression. Watching Robyn casually walk away, he & the others stick close to her, Charles almost regretted not wearing combat armor, he felt exposed now that they were heading to Paradise, the last time Charles visited Paradise in an attempt to assassinate Eulogy, he was mortally wounded & left to die outside the gates.
Keeping a close on on Robyn, Charles hand stays close to his Colt Python, he was concerned for her well being, didn't want her to be in any danger, she could clearly handle herself but she might need help.
((What's the outfit look like for the male Dark One's? Maybe something like this...))
((Ever so right Atmo.)) Jon, -"Well you'd be correct, I'm- was a college student, studied Anthropology, World History. I'm twenty-three years old, grew up in West Philadelphia, later moved to New York with my older brother, Greg when I turned nineteen. Been living here since. How about you?" Jon says, trying to not think of Greg.
Charles,
Robyn's finesse is truly impressive as she travels with ease. Upon reaching the group of people, she immediately smiles. The group of people either nod or say "Hi" in response, Charles gives a solitary smile directed towards her, his hands slightly in his pockets. Charles made sure to look good today, washing off all the dirt & grime that had built up over a month of traveling. He also made sure to smell good as well, putting off a clean cut appearance, he really did look extra attractive today, & it was all for her appreciation. He had even trimmed his stubble, making it clean & short instead of its natural messiness.
Charles, Smiling at the information, Charles continues on his way home. The trip was quick, though Charles almost ran into trouble with a small group of Raiders. Charles had thought it best to not get involved, after all he wanted to live long enough to see Robyn a second time, maybe a third. Opening the Megaton house door with his key, Charles is immediately greeted with cobwebs & dust. Brushing away the cobwebs, Charles makes his way toward the bed that was surprisingly in tact. Plopping down on the bed, Charles quickly wraps himself in the blanket that laid on the bed & falls asleep within minutes.
Waking up to the average smell of food being cooked at the Brass Lantern, Charles gets a sudden rush of hunger, he had forgotten the last time he ate. Throwing on the most appealing Pre-War Casual Wear he had stored away, Charles dresses, grabs whatever weapon he can find from the small footlocker & gets ready to leave before spotting the Brotherhood of Steel symbol on the door. He frowns at it & leaves for the Brass Lantern. Quickly ordering a bowl of cereal, Charles hurriedly eats it before realizing it's six, by the time he got to Rivet City, it'd be seven-thirty ish. Leaving with the bowl half empty, Charles hurriedly leaves Megaton & sets out for Rivet City.
The trip was, once again, harmless. Charles had mostly taken the Metro's again for safety reasons. The time was now seven-twenty, or atleast that's what Charles pocket watch read, though he was sure that it was daylight savings, plus the watch was two hundred years old & recently repaired to work. Making it to Rivet City, Charles quickly heads up the platform leading to the bridge, already people had lined up. Charles wondered if he should've worn his combat armor instead, but he didn't think it was the best of choices considering it was a Rivet City Guard Uniform that had his name clearly marked on the chest plate.
Clothing he wears is the male version of the Pre-War casual wear.
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"Terry" or so Robyn had named the Deathclaw was distracted by Robyn. Obeying what Robyn wanted Charles to do, he enters Terry's cage where a remote like device was sitting on the floor of the container. Grabbing the remote, Charles review the multipul buttons, the Raiders had kindly put little misspelled descriptions of what each button did. Keeping an eye out for Robyn, he notices that she is cautiously evading each swing from the Deathclaw. Returning his eyes to the remote, Charles finds a rather large button labeled "Control". Quickly pressing the button, Charles watches as the Deathclaw stops mind swing in front of Robyn who had backed up against the scavenged walls of the camp. The Deathclaw lowers its massive arm & smells around. Approaching Robyn, Charles had one thing on mind, making sure she's okay.
-"You okay?" Charles asks, handing her the remote.
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-"Thanks, hopefully we can use some alcohol to help the healing process...I-uh-wanted to thank you for helping me out, it means alot." Jon responds with a smile.
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-"I don't care either way, but you're right, it's nice to sleep in the same room with someone. But I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable." Jon responds with a slight smile.
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Now with Megaton's bomb, I think It'd be unique to have the bomb somehow detonate, so we should include that in the RP.
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-"Well I had to do what was right." Jon responds to Maya's first statement.
-"We can-uh share I guess." Jon says, slightly flustered.
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Charles,
Smiling playfully at Robyn, Charles hatches an idea.
-"Let's use this to our advantage Robyn." Charles says with a wicked smile as he looks to Robyn.
Deathclaws were dangerous, really dangerous, but back about eight years ago when the Enclave returned to the wastes, they practically brainwashed a small portion of the Deathclaws for their experiments. They typically used a control device to make them follow the Enclave & be somewhat "peaceful" or neutral towards them, problem was, where did the Raiders hide the remote
-"We've got to find the remote to that metal helmet." Charles announces to Robyn as his eyes dart around the camp for possible locations.
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Previously knowing that Robyn was a "bad girl", the killing of that man was only slightly shocking, but Charles kept to his firm expression. Watching Robyn casually walk away, he & the others stick close to her, Charles almost regretted not wearing combat armor, he felt exposed now that they were heading to Paradise, the last time Charles visited Paradise in an attempt to assassinate Eulogy, he was mortally wounded & left to die outside the gates.
Keeping a close on on Robyn, Charles hand stays close to his Colt Python, he was concerned for her well being, didn't want her to be in any danger, she could clearly handle herself but she might need help.
((What's the outfit look like for the male Dark One's? Maybe something like this...
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-"Well with this whole apocalypse thing going on, we're gonna have to learn how to trust each other." Jon responds.
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Jon,
-"Well you'd be correct, I'm- was a college student, studied Anthropology, World History. I'm twenty-three years old, grew up in West Philadelphia, later moved to New York with my older brother, Greg when I turned nineteen. Been living here since. How about you?" Jon says, trying to not think of Greg.
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Robyn's finesse is truly impressive as she travels with ease. Upon reaching the group of people, she immediately smiles. The group of people either nod or say "Hi" in response, Charles gives a solitary smile directed towards her, his hands slightly in his pockets. Charles made sure to look good today, washing off all the dirt & grime that had built up over a month of traveling. He also made sure to smell good as well, putting off a clean cut appearance, he really did look extra attractive today, & it was all for her appreciation. He had even trimmed his stubble, making it clean & short instead of its natural messiness.
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Smiling at the information, Charles continues on his way home. The trip was quick, though Charles almost ran into trouble with a small group of Raiders. Charles had thought it best to not get involved, after all he wanted to live long enough to see Robyn a second time, maybe a third. Opening the Megaton house door with his key, Charles is immediately greeted with cobwebs & dust. Brushing away the cobwebs, Charles makes his way toward the bed that was surprisingly in tact. Plopping down on the bed, Charles quickly wraps himself in the blanket that laid on the bed & falls asleep within minutes.
Waking up to the average smell of food being cooked at the Brass Lantern, Charles gets a sudden rush of hunger, he had forgotten the last time he ate. Throwing on the most appealing Pre-War Casual Wear he had stored away, Charles dresses, grabs whatever weapon he can find from the small footlocker & gets ready to leave before spotting the Brotherhood of Steel symbol on the door. He frowns at it & leaves for the Brass Lantern. Quickly ordering a bowl of cereal, Charles hurriedly eats it before realizing it's six, by the time he got to Rivet City, it'd be seven-thirty ish. Leaving with the bowl half empty, Charles hurriedly leaves Megaton & sets out for Rivet City.
The trip was, once again, harmless. Charles had mostly taken the Metro's again for safety reasons. The time was now seven-twenty, or atleast that's what Charles pocket watch read, though he was sure that it was daylight savings, plus the watch was two hundred years old & recently repaired to work. Making it to Rivet City, Charles quickly heads up the platform leading to the bridge, already people had lined up. Charles wondered if he should've worn his combat armor instead, but he didn't think it was the best of choices considering it was a Rivet City Guard Uniform that had his name clearly marked on the chest plate.
Clothing he wears is the male version of the Pre-War casual wear.