The REALLY Wild Wasteland. (The Fallout RP!)

Generic NPC 22

The Most Generic of NPCs
Jul 12, 2012
The Really Wild Wastelands: Flashback! | BlamCo Manor
"A lie about a lie will turn inside out"
Victoria McGee​

The envelope had been sitting on the crisp white linen table cloth for some time. As was typical of a dispatch from the Undertaker's Union, the missive had been crafted out of a thick paper, whose color was as black as used motor oil, with the recipient's name written in a contrasting silver ink. The design had been entirely Victoria's idea, as it served to reinforce the mystique that the Undertaker Union's forefathers had carefully cultivated. It was no accident that the majority of Wastelanders viewed Undertakers with trepidation. While it made for a lonely and isolated life, as had been observed by other Undertakers, it did keep them safe. Despite its rather ordinary construction, the ominous looking design seemed to absorb the energy around it, even a nearby cup of tea felt a bit colder than it should have been. Looking at the spidery lettering that spelled out her cousin's name, she felt a shiver run up her spine, even as she contemplated reading its contents.

To clarify the situation, the Finely Dressed Ferrywoman had not intended to come into possession of the letter sent to her cousin, Thomas McGee. She, would never have stolen the item for such an action would have been the height of rudeness. No, she had come into possession of the orders through a pure and simple mistake (or through a cruel twist of fate).

Having finally excused herself from the meeting with the Lady of the House, Lady Kristin, the Darkly Dressed Duchess of Death had taken to meandering through the sprawling estate for no other reason than to satisfy her curiosity (and to pass the time while her cousin/traveling companion and his newly found love were feasting from their Cornucopia of Copulation). While we're on the topic of clarification, Victoria's curiosity was purely personal, rather than professional. Having served for a time as the Undertaker of the East, Victoria, despite her youth, had been considering retirement from the Undertaker's Union, a decision that had been weighing on her since leaving the D.C. Wastelands and as she wandered around the estate, observing the near perfection of an elegantly clad maid staff performing the day to day duties required to keep the Manor running, the Etiquette Minded Undertaker felt inspired to create a home that was at the very least as magnificent as BlamCo manor.

As Victoria continued on her impromptu, self guided tour of the mansion, she briefly noted that she had passed Sable's private quarters and the presence of an all too familiar jacket that had been carelessly discarded onto the carpetted hallway floor. Looking about her surrounding, Victoria noted that the army of armed maids was curiously absent. Perhaps they were aware of the carnal acts of cooking that were occurring just beyond the Sable's door and had been ordered to avoid the area in order to maintain the couple's privacy. As a partnership between BlamCo and the Undertaker's union had yet to be solidified, any appearance of impropiety was to be avoided, at least until the last signature was signed. Not wanting to intrude upon the two lovers, the Silk and Lace Clad Coffin Bearer picked up the jacket, and draped it over her arm, before she continued on.

In as much as this exploration of BlamCo manor was about satisfying her curiosity, Victoria had wanted to give the Neophyte Undertaker and his Silver Raven an appropriate amount of time for their cake baking, martini shaking and love making, though not as much time as they might have enjoyed considering the two Undertakers had a schedule to maintain. Allotting the two cheese covered lovers another two hours may have seemed stingy on the part of the Duchess of the Departed but she expected an equal amount of time being spent on goodbyes, hugs and kisses and promises of letters sent. Just the thought of the scene was enough to cause the Veiled Vixen to roll her eyes. While such thoughts and actions were evidence of cynicism on Victoria's part, it was not hard to understand when one considered Finely Dressed Ferrywoman's regular use of love as bait. Any true and long lasting relationship was founded on a period of courtship where freshly forged bond was tempered by shared experiences, not unlike the one that she had with a certain Rabbit hidden away in the outskirts of New Vegas.

The Black Veiled Visitor's wanderings had came to an abrupt halt as has path was barred by a set of heavy wooden and ornate double doors. Having been in the wilds for some time now Victoria's natural inclination would have been to avoid entering such a place, as such doors generally represented some place if importance and, being that she but a simple guest of the home's mistresses, it would have been rude for her to enter without invitation. Yet, there was something just beyond the ornate wooden portal that called to her, a faint but alluring scent. Unable to resist, the Finely Dressed Ferrywoman entered and found herself surrounded by decadence the likes of which had not been seen in the Wastelands since the days before the bombs fell... and maids. She had found the maids... all the delightful maids... enjoying soem sort of tea no less.

Now, this might sound counter to her personality and behavior but Victoria had a rather large amount of respect for those who donned the maid uniform each morning. Maids were the physical manifestation of etiquette. Where ladies often disregarded the rules of etiquette, maids did not. Without maids, the behavioral system known as etiquette could not exist. This was in addition to the fact that maids, as a general rule were kind, caring, mindful, graceful, efficient, tireless, hardworking, polite but most importantly, they were uniformed. Oh the uniform of a maid with all the frills and lace and...

"Excuse me, ma'am." A voice said, interrupting Victoria's train of thought. Glancing to her right, the Pale Skinned Soul Seeker noted the presence of one of the Manor's maids, "Would you like a cheese tea, ma'am?"

"Cheese... tea?" Victoria responded, her voice a silky velvet mix of both curiosity and horror, " I do not mean to doubt your culinary expertise but my thoughts cannot comprehend how the taste of cheese and tea would be complimentary."

"Trust me, ma'am, I promise you that you'll enjoy it." The young black and white warrior maid responded as she handed Victoria a glass filled with a fragrant green tea that had a layer of frothy white cream on top of it.

Keeping her eyes on the young maid, Victoria hesitantly took a small experimental sip of the elixir and found that the creme layer was both salty and sweet, as if someone had mixed cream cheese and sweet cream together. Taking another hesitant sip, the Frilly Frocked Ferrywoman ensured that she imbibed both layers of liquid and to her amazement, she found the layers perfectly compliment each other. The sweetness and saltiness of the cheese layer accented the floral notes of the green tea while cutting down its bitterness and acidity.

Hoping to reward the young culinary explorer, Victoria reached into her cousin's jacket to fish out a couple of caps (she was carrying his clothing after all) but instead found a familiar black envelope. Well, that was the gist of how Victoria had come to acquired the letter that sat on the table staring at her, calling for her to look at the contents of the dispatch.

"(If he didn't want it read, he wouldn't have left it lying about...)" She rationalized to herself as she opened envelope and started reading its contents, her face growing even paler than normal.

Thomas' Letter said:
Your Cousin, Victoria, has failed to complete her mission and given away the Undertaker Union's most carefully guarded secret. After you've eliminated her, you are to take over her duties and her targets. Do not fail, my son.

Walt Guide You,

Your Father
It required multiple additional readings of the letter before the Stunned Silk Swaddled Socially Accepted Shoveler fully grasped the implications of the dispatch. Thomas, her cousin and her childhood friend, had been ordered to execute her and rather than warn her or display any sort of conflict over such an order, he had spent his time bedding his new "love." His obviously flippant attitude about the fact that he was to take his own cousin's life showed that he had learned his lessons well.

While she fully understood why the orders for her termination had been issued, it did not mean that she was willing to accept her death without some sort of resistance. Killing her own cousin was out of the question because, as etiquette stated, killing family was the height of poor manners and it was not Thomas' fault that he had been ordered to kill her. What was needed was a measured response and as she sat there, sipping her cheese tea in a divinely decorated room filled with extremely well trained dand well army maids, she was suddenly inspired. While she could not kill her cousin, she could destroy the organization responsible for her inevitable death and what way would be better instrument for her revenge than an army of maids? She just needed a reason for the two organizations to go to way against each other.

"Excuse me," Victoria called out to the maid that had recommended the cheese tea, "Would you be so kind as to relay a message to Lady Sable and her Companion?"

"Of course, ma'am." The maid responded with a smile.

"Inform them that Lady Victoria will be waiting for them at the West Gate after she has completed some errands." The Conspiratory Countess stated as she gathered her belongings, pausing long enough to hand the young maid Thomas' coat, "And please give this to Lady Sable's companion."

Without another word, Victoria McGee departed from BlamCo manor and headed towards the Rabbit Hole and her future with plots, plans and ideas blooming, dying and falling like petals to the ground in her wake.

End Flashback Sequence...


The Really Wild Wastelands | The Road (Megaton Bound)
Ending of the Departed
Thomas "Shifty" McGee​

The pace had slowed for a bit with Thomas accomodating Sable as she rebraided her hair, a difficult task even when not attempting walk at the same time, and it gave the former couple a chance to reconnect on a level that they had skipped entirely during their first encounter, friendship. While the Tall and Pale Escort for the Expired had braced himself for a wave of jealousy, it never came. It was true that Silver Spearmaiden's sudden appearance had done much to stir up the unresolved emotions of the past but Thomas'and, it would seem, Sable's hearts had been filled by others.

Listening intently as the BlamCo Ballerina recounted the relationship between her and Miss Weiss, the Friendly Former Undertaker of the East could understand how their love, like a budding seedling, had taken root and grown into a strong and immutable thing. Unlike the whirlwind that had been the brief but explosive relationship between the Friendly Former Ferryman, the Silver Raven and her Delivery Girl had the luxury of taking their time, forging a proper and deeper connection. He knew this, because the same could have been said about the relationship between himself and his One Eyed Gauss Girl.

Like Sable and Annabelle, Thomas and Lucy had suffered through a number of trials and tribulations and for each of these crises that they overcame, their bond grew stronger and stronger. It only became a matter of time before their alliance became something greater. While it was a romantic notion where one would die for the other, the Self Sacrificing Shepard of Souls had actually done so, or had intended to but was instead placed in a state of suspended animation by the Enclave. Now, it seemed that their bond was to be tested once again, the main difference being that where he had chosen to become involved in Lucy's Enclave situation, Lucy had no choice this time around.

Listening to Sable's story, it became clear that she had become involved in some of BlamCo's shadier dealings which, due to BlamCo's similarities with the Undertaker's Union, might have been the BlamCo equivalent of a Ferrywoman... or possibly a Reaper. The Friendly Neighborhood Former Ferryman was intimately aware of the darkness that surrounded such missions. sable was quite fortunate to have a companion to help her through such times. The thought to ask the Darker Dairy Duchess of her time serving as BlamCo's Shadow Servant formed, as did his need for self flagellation, before quickly fading. She had already faced her penance for both their transgressions, there was no need for Thomas to resurrect the past just to assuage his guilt.

"Your turn, tell me about your Lady Lucy," The Silver Clad Shield Bearer requested giving Thomas a friendly nudge and elbow to the ribs but before he could even ease into the story of his One Eyed Gauss Girl, he found himself eye to eye with with the Silver Clad Spear Maiden, "Your encounter with my sister. She saved you? Can you tell me exactly what she saved you from? More importantly, I need to get an idea about her motivations before I meet her in person. Any information will be useful. And the Enclave, is there no good to be found within their ranks?"

Thomas frowned for a moment at the mention of the Enclave, his eyes burning with anger at the mere mention of the organization that had caused both Lucy and himself so much grief. His resentment did not extend to all members of the Enclave, however, and there were definitely those that could, more than likely, be trusted to some extent. It was, perhaps, a better idea to address the question of Kristin Blamco first and allow his initial agitation over the mention of the Enclave settle.

"Kristin... I don't believe that the assistance she rendered to Lucy, Sylphee, Arizona or myself had been her primary focus when she had saved us from Moriarty and his men. She's traveling with a man named Jonathan McKenna, a former member of the Eastern branch of the Enclave. As you probably could tell from my reaction to your mere mention of the Enclave, there is little love for them on this side of the continent and even former members of their rank often find themselves persecuted. Colin Moriarty, a man that you should definitely avoid if you want to avoid the feeling as if you had been wading through a swamp recently used for spawning by a significant number of Mirelurks, is the proprietor of a Saloon in Megaton and, as is stereotypical of anyone who calls their establishment a "saloon," shadier than a Deathclaw's undercarriage. He had the bright idea of attempting to blackmail Mister McKenna over his former association with the Enclave, an idea that definutely ended up backfiring on the man. I had to give Moriarty's bodyguard his last rites after McKenna was done and, as one might expect, Moriarty was not overly appreciative of the fact that McKenna had both killed his bodyguard not the fact that McKenna had nearly drowned Moriarty in a sink. That brings us to the unruly mob at the Megatonian gates," Shifty paused for a moment to allow Sable to absorb what had been said thus far, "It appeared that Colin Moriarty was unwilling to allow bygones by bygones and had gathered up a group of his men in order to waylay us at the gates as we attempted to exit the city. After an exchange of unpleasantries, including a declined offer from Moriarty to allow McKenna's safe exit in exchange for Kristin's agreement to work at his saloon, a brief fight erupted. Were it not for Kristin and Sylph working together, I doubt we would have been able to extricate ourselves from that situation without casualty. That's not to say that things went perfectly either, if they Moriarty's men had not made an appearance, I think that both Sylph and Kristin might have spent their energy on each other."

That last part regarding Kristin and Sylph was left vague. It was unlikely that Sable would believe that the innocent little Sylph(ee) that she had met would have been capable of standing toe to toe against Kristin Blamco. It would have taken an extended period of time being exposed to the true nature of the Homicidal Red Riding Hood to understand even a fraction of what went on in her head.

"Now... about the Enclave," went Thomas' transitioning of topics, "On the whole, the Enclave's reputation on the East Coast is only slightly higher than that of a Super Mutant, given certain events that were relayed by the locals Wastelanders. That is not to say that they are not attempting to change their image but my personal dealings with them have been rather unpleasant," He paused for a moment, thinking about the Enclavites that both he and Lucy had dealt with, "If you are intent on having dealings with them, I would only trust a young girl named Constance, an Enclave Scout named Natsuki and an officer named Fallout Jack... but above all else, avoid dealing with a woman who calls herself #411."

He had practically spat out the moniker of the woman that had been the source of so much pain for not only Lucy and himself but probably a great deal of the people who inhabited the Capital Wastes. If there was one person that deserved a visit from a Ferryman, it would be her. As the two eternally ephemeral companions continued, so did Thomas' mouth. If it appeared that he was being harsh in regards to the Enclave, he thought that Sable at least needed to know his reasons.

"If there is one good thing about the Enclave, it's only that they helped provide the circumstances where Lucy and I were able to meet and become acquainted with each other. When we had first met, she was trying to come to terms with being used as an asset... a pawn... by the very same organization that had killed her father, a former Enclave officer. Despite the precariousness of her situation, I was struck by her drive and focus to overcome the obstacles that had been put in her path and the fact that, despite her circumstances, she maintained an enviable optimism. That's when her path became mine and somewhere along the way... I found that I... we had fallen in love and as you and I have already discovered, fate's whims are rarely in line with mine." There was some hesitation before the Tall and Pale Pallbearer continued, "Fate's instrument in this case being the Enclave. A group of us, including Lucy and I, had been sent to infiltrate the Enclave Vault and, as you might imagine from such a mission, we were ultimately captured. In order to help Lucy keep her cover as an Enclave asset, I revealed myself to the Enclave as a spy for the Brotherhood of Steel. As you might imagine the Enclave do not take kindly to spies and they ordered Lucy execute me... only they didn't execute me, they kept me prisoner for a time."

The fact that they'd kept him alive rather than killed him might have pointed to a benevolence within the Enclave but it still did not excuse them for their actions. Perhaps sensing his welling anger at the thought of the Enclave, Sable's voice floated on the air to sooth the savaged Undertaker.

"Thank you for everything, Thomas. I would be lost without you, in more ways than one," The Silver Raven said, her eyes gazing into his. As the two stood there, Shifty could sense his cheek growing warm, "N-now, tell me about your Lady Lucy. As a side note, BlamCo often vouches for personnel to the high-end casino's on the New Vegas Strip if Lucy and her Father is looking for work. If you seek protection and aid, tell Keira that you require the aid of the Norn. My own team of specialists, there should be 18 on standby, bear in mind that they work in teams of 3. It's everything I can offer you without being there in person."

Thomas nodded gratefully at the Silver Clad Spearbearer's offer of assistance and information regarding the potential whereabouts of Lucy and her Father and as he did, he wondered what more he could comfortably tell Sable regarding Lucy. That she was the cleverest, most funny and most beautiful woman that he'd ever met? That she helped him discover a world that existed outside the walls that the Undertaker's Union had built up around him? That he felt utterly and completely incomplete without her by his side? Opening his mouth to answer, he spotted a dented sign in the distance that read: Springvale.

"Springvale..." He blurted out quickly as he pointing to the sign, "You'll find your sister in Springvale."


The Really Wild Wastelands | Camp (Dunwich Bound)
Epilogue of the Departed
Victoria McGee | Sylphee​

"Tell me a story, Missy Sticky Vicky Shark Face." Sylphee demanded, struggling against the infernal zipper that had trapped her in her sleeping bag, "I promise I'll do nappy nappers after you do... PLEEEEEASE!"

Having volunteered to take the first watch (and the remaining watches for the night), the Silk Swaddled Storyteller appeared to give the request some thought before nodding her head, giving in to the whims of the Crimson Clad Child.

"Okay, Sylphee, but remember that you promised to go to sleep if I tell you a story. If you're going to be a lady, you need to keep your promises." Victoria said before starting her tale:

The Reaper's Tale - The Story of Henry McGee and The Epilogue of Shifty McGee said:
A long time ago in a land far, far away, there existed a reaper whose job it was to help lost souls find their way to the lands beyond the veil. Though it was a lonely existence, The Reaper took pride in his work for what cause was nobler than helping those unfortunate souls in need? This desire to help these lost souls was what sustained him and allowed him continue on and ignore the void that had been growing since he had left home... that was until he met her.
Now I will tell you a fact that not all lost souls knew that they were lost and not all of them willingly accepted The Reapers guidance to the lands beyond the veil. Some tried to hurt him, others tried to bribe him and still others simply tried to run but there was one who responded simply.

"Not yet," she said, her eyes filled with bravery as he approached her, "It isn't time yet."

"Oh ho ho," The Reaper laughed at the Lost Soul who looked as if she had only recently become a woman, "You must be wise beyond your years to know such things. Share with me this wisdom of your's and perhaps I will do as you ask."

"I have not found the one that I will wait for just beyond the veil," She said, her voice filled the face of the Reaper's baiting words, "Eternity is already long enough... why spend it alone? Surely even a Reaper would understand such things."

The Reaper paused for a moment, giving the Lost Soul's words some thought before responding. What did she know of his life? What did she know of nights spent alone? Even if she had no idea what she spoke of, did that make her words any less true?

"Very well, I will wait for you to find this one who you would wait for... but on that day, I will send you to the Lands Beyond the Veil." The Reaper said before leaving.

And thus began their daily ritual where the Reaper would arrive in the morning and visit the Lost Soul, asking her a simple question as they broke fast together.

"Have you found the one that you will wait for?" The Reaper asked.

"Not yet," She answered simply as she poured The Reaper a cup of tea, her voice trembling and filled with nervousness.

As I said, this had become their daily routine and yet, as time progressed, things changed. As time marched onward, her nervousness was replaced by familiarity, her frown replaced with a smile. If this continued on for all of eternity, The Reaper would not have thought it so bad as he found that the void that had once been unbearable was gone. Were it not for the interference of The Reaper's father, perhaps life might have continued happily for The Reaper and the Lost Soul.

The Reaper's father was a man of great importance for he was a king and as a king his word was law. It was by his command that The Reaper travelled the lands looking for those lost souls who needed a guide to the Lands Beyond the veil. While he knew that The Reaper had been neglecting his duties, he waited patiently for the the day that The Reaper would continue with his duties. Days passed. Weeks Passed. Months passed and it only when one year had passed did the king's patience finally run thin. Summoning his Knight, the Enforcer of his laws, the King spoke.

"My son has forsaken the duties given to him by his King. See to it that he is reminded," The King ordered, sending forth the Knight, a giant of a man who was shackled to his shield as a reminder of his duty.

It was around this time that the daily routine between The Lost Soul and the Reaper no longer resembled what it once had been. No longer did The Reaper ask his question. No longer did he spend only his mornings with the Lost Soul. No longer did he search the lands for other souls that needed a guide to the Lands Beyond the Veil. Instead he spent his days feeling a contentment he'd never felt in his previous life, nor would he ever feel again after the Knight's arrival.

The arrival of the King's Knight was heralded by the smell of smoke and blood in the wind. Unlike The Reaper, the Knight cared not who he sent to the Lands Beyond the Veil, only that he did his King's bidding and, as was his habit, the Knight sent many to those Lands that day. Leaving the Lost Soul behind safely hidden in her home, The Reaper rode forth to face his one time friend and ally.

"Stop this! Leave them be!" The Reaper begged of The Knight, "They deserve to choose when they leave this world. We have no right to tell them otherwise!"

Alas the words fell upon deaf ears for the Knight had been raised to know no other desire than to fulfil the wishes of his King. Raising his great sword high into the air, the Knight prepared to punish The Reaper for abandoning his duties, even if he destroyed The Reaper.

"I will go!" A voice said, interrupting the Knight, "It is time for me to travel to the Lands Beyond the Veil."

Looking behind him, The Reaper saw that the Lost Soul had followed him and now aimed to protect him from harm. Looking back at her, The Reaper shook his head.

"No... I promised you that you would have time to find the one that you will wait for." The Reaper said, his voice filled with panic for he had grown used to seeing this Lost Soul every day. The prospect of returning to his previous life terrified The Reaper.

"And I have..." The Lost Soul whispered as she placed herself between The Reaper and the Knight, "You... I will wait for y..."

Before her final words were spoken, the Knight snatched her away, sending her off to the Lands Beyond the Veil... and like that, The Reaper was left to return to his old existence of searching the land for lost souls. Were that true, this story would be over and the King would have been happy.
To be continued...


Bah weep grah nah neep ninny bom
Nov 20, 2008

They had escaped the retribution of the exploding town of Andale, and they had survived the perils of the Cliffside Clown College...but now they must fair against...uhh... Okay, actually, it's night time and people are on watch for dangers. They were on their way into what was certainly shaping out to be ghoul cultist territory. At this time, the days would no longer be marked with the light of the sun, only the gray of overcast sky and a starless night. For all who had gathered any information about the area at all, the following was most important...

The area around the Tenpenny Tower on is now ghoul-controlled. Feral ghouls, ghoul cultists, and lobotomized super mutants roam the lands. In fact, there were a few out there now, in the darkness. However, as the party could hear, they got as far as "Halt, or be- YAARGH!!" before Fiona's Deathclaws jumped them and tore them apart. The red-headed Deathclaw Whisperer might smirk in her sleeping position at this. She generally got to sleep well in the open, thanks to them. Anyway, they were getting closer to the area they needed to be in.

Once Victoria finished the part of the story she was telling, there had been a sort of...rumbling gurgle sound as the Deathclaws had pounced something again. The only difference here being that it'd been a cloaked figure on a hill threw them off of it! Moe, Larry, and Curly got back up and snarled, but saw that whatever it was had just vanished! It disappeared in a puff of smoke, a horrid stanky funk that smelled strongly of the sea. Something had been there, something that was no pushover. It didn't press its luck, but it was disturbing, to say the least.


Now, you may be wondeing just what happened to William Knight, Dudley Sullivan, and Evan Ramsey after Andale. Well, the truth is that they'd been attacked by Yao Guai after running from Andale. Every last one of them had been wearing circus collars, and they had no idea why. After some frantic firing and a little bonus help, they now stood over easily a dozen corpses.

Dudley: Well, that was weird.

William: Not the strangest thing in my life. For instance, being aided by a former member of the Enclave.

He was, of course, referring to the man to his right, wearing the helmetless Enclave powersuit and armed with plasma rifle, plasma defender, and grenades. He was once known as Number 6, but preferred to be called Steinmetz.

William: Thanks for the assistance. Are you with the Enclave Underground.

Steinmetz: No, I'm done with organizations for a while. I just go upon my merry way.

Evan was silent throughout the conversation because he just didn't trust the Enclave, even when they say they've resigned. Why did he resign? That's the mystery. Still, they were out of the picture, for now. Maybe later...


This all seemed a little bit strange to Malkos. He and Rath had been called by Constance, and then watched as she inflated herself and asked them to hit her like in a game of tennis. The only thing good about it all was that it made a kind of sense. And...luckily for the blind girl...he had read about tennis. About half a book. The rest had been torn. There were as many holes in his understanding of the game, as a result. For instance, he was suppose to make a racket and serve the ball, so naturally-


-and then his tail whacked the ball, meaning Constance!

It was probably a good thing that Constance was taken completely by surprise by both Mister Malkos' Howl as well as Mister Malkos' service since she would have probably tensed up her body before the tail's impact and injured something important... like her back or neck or legs or arms or kidneys or appendix... appendixes with important right? Of course, the Blind as a Bat American Enclave Scout of America did not get away from the Malkos' first serve without injury... she did manage to strain her voice as she screamed through the air on her way to where Mister Rath was standing... waiting to return the serve.


And boy did Constance bounce off the ground. Considering that the suit was filled with air AND was constructed with a rubbery material, Constance was lucky that the laws of physics did not allow her to bounce above the school building, only off of one of the walls before landing behind Mister Rath.

"[small]Out...[/small]," came the soft voice of the ball as she continued to involuntarily roll around the court. After a few moments, she picked herself up off the ground and, once she felt the world steady itself, walked back to Mister Malkos, once again with her back facing him and her face squinched up like a child who was preparing to get a spanking, "Score is love to love... second serve."

He was about to protest the out-call, mostly because he'd heard that everybody does that, but then he said...

"I have never actually played this before."

Then, a brainflash!

"Could we try volleyball instead? I know all the rules to that."

Agh! No! Nein! Nyet! NAY!

"Hmmmm... volleyball?" Constance echoed with uncertainty, not due to the fact that she was unsure if volleyball would be an ideal test, since it would actually have been more ideal than tennis... unless she somehow was spiked onto her head, it was the fact that she would be bouncing around quite a bit more AND it was volleyball, it meant that there was a chance that Constance might have ended up impaled on a random Death Claw hangnail. While it seemed like a rather large risk... she slowly nodded her head... this was for science and the good of the DC Wasteland's food supply after all.

As things settled down for a moment, Rath shot a bit of a glower at Malkos. [
A bit of warning before you act would have been appreciated.
] The suddenness of Malkos' serve had caught him quite off guard, and he'd nearly reacted instinctively...which would have been rather unfortunate for Miss Constance.

] He said, as the balloon wrapped girl nodded. [
I do think I've seen something about [i]that[/i] in my readings.
] He was still at a bit of a loss was to why they were playing a 'game' when the object was merely to test the idea, but no matter, this was the way Miss Constance seemed to want it, so he wasn?t going to argue. [
All right then Malkos, I'm ready [i]this time[/i].

"Well, in this game, I don't need to make a racket."

So followed the picking up of the catgirl-in-giant-hamster-ball, followed by the toss-up...and the service! No worry of hangnails, seriously! You know they file those things on their teeth daily!

If being hit from a standing position was bad, being picked up, tossed in the air before being slammed forward was a little worse, if only because of the momentary stomach flopping sensation of weightlessness when she reached the apex of the initial toss.


"Aaa[sup]hhh[sup]hhh[sup]hhh[sup]hhh[sup]hhh[sup]hhh[/sup]hhh[/sup]hhh[/sup]hhh[/sup]hhh[/sup]hhh[/sup]hhh" Went the Human Sized Volley Ball as she flew through the air with the greatest of ease as the sensation of air attempting to pass into every orifice of her face caused her eyes to tear up. For what it was worth, she didn't actually feel the impact of the hits that were deftly delivered by her Death Claw assistants, it was the sloshing of her fluid in her inner ears that caused the most discomfort. She would probably end up puking before the day was ov... no... she was going to puke now.

"BLAAAAAAAARF!!" Went her pre-digested and formerly delicious meal through the air with the greatest of ease.

Rath side-stepped in intercept the hit that Malkos delivered, using then tops of his own powerful leathery hands to punt the balloon wrapped scout back towards his nominal opponent. As he made contact, and Constance began her return flight, he caught the ripe odor of bile and what had probably been her most recent meal.

] He said as the over-sized 'ball' bounced off the scenery. [
We should stop. This may be more than she can endure...


Malkos deadpanned as he was hit by...grossness. Had he been a human or something similar, this would have been so revolting that HE would be forced to vomit. As it stood, when Constance was on her return trip, he was doing that shockwave roar that Deathclaws do to send the stuff flying off of him. This...may have also jostled the girl in the plastic bubble. He went over to her now and leaned down.

"Constance? Are you alright?"

If Constance's eyes could do those spiral swirly things that one frequently saw in what passed for animated media in the Wastelands, her eyes would have been doing so and there would have probably been a series of miniature Death Claws running around her head as if on parade but since this was a relatively realistic reality here so none of that happened. What did happen was a rather confused looking Constance looking up at her would-be Lizard Man Savior and saying something to the effect of:


Which probably meant something to the effect of: I'm fine and the test was a complete success... except for the whiplash...

"Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuuuh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh"

Which in non-shell shocked English translated to: I should probably make a neck brace... or something... but I didn't feel a thing... except for my brain hitting my skull...


Translation: Thanks!

With those words being said, Constance passed out in the arms of her Chameleon Champion.

Seeing Constance unconscious in Malkos' arms, a small thing in obvious distress, Rath's more primal self, roared back into the for front of his mind, battering against his intellect and self-awareness.
[small]Food. Weak. Eat. Hunger. Food[/small]...No! I am more that my instincts...
Without realizing it, his lips began to curl into a snarl, and his fingers and toes flexed, the claws starting to score the ground beneath him.

Staring at the duo before him, his eyes locked on the other Deathclaw.
Rival. Kill. Eat. Hunger. Food. Hunger.
Maintaining control was getting harder and harder; pressing his hand against the floor, he bowed his head and scrunched his eyes shut as if to try and shut out the noises in his head.
[b]Hunger. Now. Feed. Kill. Hunger. Rival. Kill. Feed. Hunger.[/b]
[small]I am not what they made, I am Rath, I help, I protect.[/small]
] He 'whispered' the words like a mantra. [
[small]I am not what they made, I am Rath, I help, I protect.[/small]
] Repeating them over and over again, trying to maintain control over a body that just wanted to rend and destroy; the stocky lizard hybrid seemed to contract in on himself, as if trying to separate himself from the world around him, the whole while repeating his mantra.

Given that Constance appeared to be in bad health and probably in need of a medic, he was probably going to have to take her to the strange one with the weird helmet who had rarely been outside of (Her?) suit. However, he paused. Rath was muttering something in his brain, in ALL brains around, that was familiar to him. His brood were all talkers, with him being the most naturally-born into it. Some, however, were like this. They had to struggle against instincts, because they weren't born thinkers. They had to be taught to think more carefully, and a Deathclaw's instincts were strong. Fortunately, Deathclaws do not kill other Deathclaws. They may fight over territory or food, but Rath would never kill him. However, he needed to convince him - his instincts - that Constance was not food.

"No, not food. The horned lady said to protect her. She smelled of Matriarch. She must be followed. I need to find this Matriarch, but for eating humans here. After all, I got the Sylphys to stop eating Deathclaw."

Which was important, when you think about it. So, with that, Malkos was taking Constance over to our Follower of the Atom medical worker for umm...uhh...everything?

He hadn?t realized he?d been speaking 'out loud', nor did he consciously even hear Malkos' reply; but still the words got through to him.
Not food, Sam, like Roger. Protect. Guard. Defend.
He repeated those words to himself, pushing his instincts back.
I am more than just a mindless killer.
Opening his eyes, he stretched slowly to his full height; in reality this 'attack' had not lasted very long, they never did, but it felt like it had been an eternity.

Malkos was already moving off, taking poor Miss Constance to the other humans, so they could help her. Rath easily caught up, and in an oddly human gesture, places a hand lightly on Malkos' shoulder as he did. [
Thank you for that?
] He said with a sigh, blowing a cloud of dust off some ancient lockers. [
It's been awhile since it got [i]that[/i] bad.
] What he really wanted to do was go out and hunt something, that always did wonders after something like that; but with Megaton being so close he was leery about venturing about too much.

For the moment, Malkos just nodded at Rath as he continued. He wasn't sure why the strange woman wanted her to look after this girl, still, but she seemed decent enough. Following his nose to the area of Dr. Sorenson, Malkos uhh...handed her Constance.

"Constance will need some attention for testing a suit made for the Sylphys on herself."


Meanwhile, that'd been quite a ruckus there, involving Abe and his robot, Tracy on the outside waiting for his service. Funny, though. You'd think the robot - a Securitron, no less - wouldn't have any trouble eradicating those little insect bastards quickly. Where'd they come from, anyway? They hadn't been outside? Underneath the floor maybe? Well...that rumbling sound seemed to agree. It'd been subtle, at first, but then uhh...Abe's whole entire property umm...began to rise? Big black legs came out of the ground, and a giant insect - a Colossal RadRoach - began to walk in a westerly direction. This is not a drug trip! I repeat! You ARE seeing this happen!

Oh, and there was a swarm of Rad-Bats overhead for some reason! Welcome to the Wild Wasteland, folks!

Rip Van Rabbit

Apr 17, 2012
The Wild Wasteland | Present Day | Road between Megaton & Springvale
"Dearly departing."
- Sable 'Swan Maiden' Blamco -

Without a notification ping from a Pip-Boy or a rigid schedule to attend to -- Sable was at a loss with what to do with her newfound freedom. Matching her pace with Thomas, the former aristocratic assassin divided her attention between listening and scanning their surroundings for threats. 27 potential threats were noted during their detour. Skittish wildlife, wary caravans and fearful individuals turned on their heel at the sight of Thomas. Her own appearance was met with a curious eye which quickly turned to instinctual reluctance when one noticed the armor and weapons. Thomas made no particular comment pertaining to his surroundings, content to talk freely, it was safe to assume that there was little in the way of overt threats while travelling the roads near settlements.

While emotions ran high between the former lovers, the Swan Maiden was ever grateful for these lighter moments of shared dialogue. In spite of her whims of the past, she found the friendly conversation to be a key component to their current friendship -- an integral foundation so hastily skipped in her younger days. She was reminded yet again how one could so easily fall for this particular Undertaker. While time and circumstance had weathered the Deadly Duo, Sable's curiosity and hospitality had revealed a wiser yet still sheepishly romantic individual. It was a relief to discover that they had not lost themselves entirely to their duties and responsibilities.

Sable smirked upon hearing the story about Kristin's brawl in Megaton. It was foolish to belittle an armed woman, it was an even greater level of foolishness to allow the Valkyrie within melee range. Peering over at the dome-like structure in the distance, Sable made a mental note to make amends with the community on the behalf of BlamCo. The Valkyrie might be a warrior, but an angry mob looking for revenge was not a force to be underestimated. And did he mention Sylph? That screeching child from Arizona's group?

Thomas proceeded to relay his chilling experience with the East Coast Enclave. The prospect of an organised, functional military base with nigh unlimited resources did not inspire any confidence in the Swan Maiden. More worryingly, why had Kristin dipped her toes into Enclave affairs by travelling with an Enclave associate? This was Sable's domain, lingering among uneasy allies to reach an agreeable goal. Regardless, she could ascertain her sister's odd motivations once they met in person.

So far she had been provided with the names of a scout, two high-ranking officers and a sadistic secretary with the amusing moniker of 'Information'. Amused thoughts aside, she remained composed and found herself smiling when the topic changed to Lucy. The crease of Thomas' frown eased at the mention of her name, there was an ever present smile whenever he paused to collect the next memory and his pace faltered before quickening, almost willing himself to get to his destination faster.

He truly loved that woman, with every fiber of his being. Gazing at her ring, Sable knew how powerful of a motivation love could be. Reflecting for a moment, she was pleased to discover that she truly loved him if all she wanted is for his happiness to be secured.

"Springvale..." He blurted out quickly as he pointing to a nearby sign, "You'll find your sister in Springvale."

Securing the last water bottle, Sable presented a care package she had been putting together during their talk. BlamCo's cube-based water-expanding rations might not be the first choice for flavor, but they were designed with travel and nutrition in mind. The cooking method was 'idiot-proof' as Kristin would so eloquently put it.

"Springvale," Sable murmured to herself. Turning to finding Thomas looking at the horizon, she knew they had reached the end of their short-lived reunion. "You have taken me this far, Thomas. I must thank you once again."

The Swan Maiden curtsied. Set aside her shield, dropped her bag and with it, the disposition she so closely guarded. Pulling him close, Sable gripped Thomas tightly.

"Good luck, Thomas Shifty McGee. Let nothing stand between you and those you cherish." Her grip softened, she met him at eye level and the worry was evident in her expression. Her voice, however, was that of steadfast reassurance. "In all honesty, Valhalla can wait for you, Einherjar. You have a whole life left to live."

Breaking away, Sable nodded and resumed her air of composure.

"And when I return to New Vegas, I expect to be invited to the wedding reception. Annabelle and I look forward to the double dates, so be sure to keep a clear schedule. As a BlamCo Ally, Vertibird transportation to any honeymoon hotspots is well within a request I can grant."

Comfortable enough to throw Thomas off balance for her own amusement, she reasoned that some levity should accompany their second major departure from one another.

"Goodbye, Thomas."


After collecting her gear, Sable watched Thomas walk away under the cover of darkness. Musing on whether she would make a camp for the evening, she decided against it. The last thing she needed was a bullet to the back because she failed to clear a nearby house. Springvale was a hub of ruins worth exploring.


Texas Joker 52

All hail the Pun Meister!
Jun 25, 2011
[ dr. sorenson ]
The Wild Wastelands | Springvale | Springvale School "Dormitory"
"This is almost as bad as oversleeping on the day of finals."

For most of her time at Springvale school, while only roughly a single day, Jenna had been seen almost exclusively within the safety and privacy of her Science Suit. In fact, it was such a rarity to see her outside of it, that it took both Malkos and Rath a moment to find her, but her scent was particular, in the suit or out of it, and found her they did. Asleep, with both arms wrapped around the newly rebooted Eyebot Don Diego de la Vega. Her glasses were askew, she was lightly snoring, and a small puddle of drool had begun to form under her cheek.

"Constance will need some attention for testing a suit made for the Sylphys on herself."

Her eyes slowly fluttered open at the sound of Malkos' voice before the thud of Constance landing on the table caused her to jump upright with a yelp.

"Gah! I'm fine, I'm fine! I'm awake!" she blurted out as she got to her feet and placed her hands on the table to keep herself steady.

She paused in confusion. Then the Follower's Doctor glanced between the two Deathclaws, straightening out her glasses before she focused on the inert form of Constance. And her expression immediately turned into one of shock and concern.

"Oh no, Constance! What happened?! What is this inflatable suit for?" she asked as she stumbled around the table to better examine her, poking at the elaborate bubble the cat-eared blind girl seemed to be wearing.

She gently felt around the young girl's head and neck before a groan from Constance gave her a pretty good clue as to what was wrong. Turning to her new companion, she said, "Donnie, I need something to support her head, like pillows. Something firm but yielding.", before she turned to Rath and Malkos.

While her hands were occupied giving Constance's head proper support, she sighed softly and frowned. Despite her drowsiness, her mind was already beginning to race to put the pieces together for this particular puzzle.

"Considering the odd suit that she seems to be wearing, the fact that her head and neck at the very least seem to be in pain, and that you two happened to bring her to me, I'm going to assume that she had you both help her with some experiment, without any kind of supervision. So, what happened exactly?" she inquired.

The Wild Wastelands | Just A Little Quest Called Revenge | Outside of Abe's Shack
"There is nothing more helpless and irresponsible, than a junkie in the onset of severe withdrawal."

Tracy couldn't help but stare silently at Abe as he gave a stammered explanation regarding some mad robot that happened to be his roommate before heading back into the junkyard shack, and at that point the one of Tracy's eyes began to subtly twitch. This Abe ************ wasn't all on the up-and-up. A rogue tin can? That wasn't some little shit, that was a real problem.

So when he heard gunfire and yelling inside the shack, he drew his machete and glared intently at the doorway.

"The fuck is going on in there?!" he yelled, brandishing the semi-blunt instrument with a noticeable tremble.

It took the shifty dealer a few moments before he finally poked his head out to face Tracy. Who had begun to be a little red-faced underneath the white paint.

"No need to be worry a few rad roaches and my Securitron dealing with them..heheheh..."

Tracy just stared at him, machete in hand before he quietly, "Man, you got my fix or what? I'm startin' to come down."

Then the ground beneath them began to tremble. As Abe's shack began to rise up, Tracy pushed his way inside and glanced out to watch the biggest fucking Radroach he had ever seen push it's way out of the ground with them on it's back, and start to make it's way to who knew where. He inhaled and opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by hellish screeches in the air. One of those screeches was his.

"HOLY JESUS, WHAT ARE THOSE GODDAMN ANIMALS?!" Tracy screamed as he dove around the doorframe and clutched his machete to his chest.

"You ************, you didn't tell me this was Rad Bat country! We can't stay here!" he said frantically before pointing in the direction of Abe's lab, "Go get your shit and let's get out of here!"

The Wild Wastelands | The Dunwich Job | Outside of Tenpenny Tower

Arizona had been in one of her more stoic moods as they left the cave just outside of Andale. While the rather sudden and out-of-left-field appearance of some clowns had tempted her to try and shoot them, she felt it would've been a waste of good ammunition. And the idea of trying to trick them into getting eaten by Yao Guai seemed like an even worse idea: With her luck, they would tame the beasts, only to try and sic them on her. So she had merely leveled her best death-glare at them before following Victoria in the direction of Dunwich.

They had even made some significant progress before nightfall, much to the old Ghoul's surprise, so she was reasonably content to make camp in the area just outside of Tenpenny. As tempting as the idea of sleeping in a ritzy hotel was, she wasn't up to clearing it out of cultists, ferals, or Super Mutants. As it was, there were enough of all three wandering around aimlessly, not that they got too close to the camp. Fiona's walking Death Machines saw to that.

All of which made her feel like she was free to sit back and listen to Victoria as she was browbeaten by a restrained Sylphee to tell a bedtime story. She couldn't fight against her smirk when the newest McGee to join her little makeshift mercenary band seemed to sigh internally before making Sylphee promise to go to sleep. Which earned a muffled snigger from Arizona before Victoria began to tell her a story.

The story itself was a surprisingly classical-sounding fairy tale, albeit clearly with an Undertaker theme to it. A tale of love being found, duties being forsaken, and then love lost when someone else came to punish the hero for shirking their duties in the first place.

She opened her mouth to make an observation of her own, like the fact that the Reaper was unduly shafted by the King, or that she hated tragic endings like that since she had enough of them simply living in the post-apocalypse. Instead, she paused as she heard the Three Stooges in Deathclaw form pounce on something, only to be flung away.

Arizona was on her feet with Lester in her hands in a flash, scanning the landscape with her lone eye. But she couldn't see a damn thing with what little moonlight there was, beyond the hulking silhouettes of the Deathclaws.

"There's something out there. Something that doesn't give a shit about getting jumped by Deathclaws," she said in a low voice as she glanced back at Victoria.


New member
Sep 15, 2010
Rath watched as Jenna and the eyebot bustled about, tending to the unconscious Constance; he kept a wary eye on the machine, but it was silent for the moment a fact that he was profoundly grateful for.

"Considering the odd suit that she seems to be wearing, the fact that her head and neck at the very least seem to be in pain, and that you two happened to bring her to me, I'm going to assume that she had you both help her with some experiment, without any kind of supervision. So, what happened exactly?"

He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot; he?d just met these people, they were nice to him, he?d hoped that maybe, in time, he could call them friends. After Sam and Roger went to Megaton, he realized just how lonely he?d been before he?d found them?and he didn?t want that again; but now, now he?d hurt one of his new acquaintances, unintentional as it may have been.

She, she asked us to help her test the suit.
] He said finally, looking as nervous and remorseful as is possible for a nine foot tall, spiked, death-lizard. [
It?s supposed to be something to help the?Sylphys?to stop them from spreading out of control?
] He took a few tentative steps towards the table that Malkos had put Constance on. [
Is she going to be okay? You humans are so fragile?

Texas Joker 52

All hail the Pun Meister!
Jun 25, 2011
[ dr. sorenson ]
The Wild Wastelands | Springvale | Springvale School "Dormitory"
"We're all reasonable sentient beings here."

Under other circumstances, the sight of a stocky Deathclaw shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other would've been enough to make Jenna giggle a little to herself, especially now that she was at least somewhat acclimatized to being around more civilized mutated apex predators.

[She, she asked us to help her test the suit. It's supposed to be something to help stop them from spreading out of control...]
Jenna closed her eyes and sighed softly with a nod. If nothing else, she could understand where Constance had been coming from. The idea of the Sylphys, numerous as they were already, spreading even further completely unchecked due to being split apart with blunt force into even more Sylphys, was concerning at best, terrifying at worst. They supposedly didn't even have proper combat training, and they were already capable of taking down Deathclaws with primitive weaponry. Assuming knowledge carried over to split-off Sylphys, once they were given combat training by the formidable Kristin Blamco... They would be a nigh-unstoppable army that could recoup lost numbers simply by splitting their remaining members.

That thought was enough to drain the blood out of Jenna's face and she made a mental note to figure out some sort of chemical inhibitor that would prevent that sort of 'reproduction' without harming the Sylphys. But her attention snapped back to the immediate matter at hand as Rath took a concerned step forward.

[Is she going to be okay? You humans are so fragile...]
"I don't know yet. I'll have to examine her a little more closely, without this suit getting in the way, but I suspect that she may have whiplash at the very least, which can be bad enough. Still, I don't feel any broken bones around her head or neck, so that, at least, is a good sign." she told them with a small smile, before her expression turned stern again, "However, I'm also worried about her internal organs. Even if this suit reduces the impact to her bones, her internals will feel the inertia regardless. So, first things first, we need to make sure her head and neck are properly supported, then we can get her out of this ridiculous suit."

She shook her head after a moment and looked between both Deathclaws.

"Honestly, you two. I appreciate the fact that you're both civil, and clearly intelligent, but if she asks to test anything else, or wants help with an experiment? Ask me to advise, then supervise, first. As a Follower of the Apocalypse, I'm both a medical doctor and a scientist. These sorts of things are what I do, and that way we can hopefully prevent any mishaps that get anyone hurt. That includes both of you." she said with a note of sincere concern.


New member
Sep 15, 2010
He looked at Jenna and then back to the still out of it Constance. [
I?apologize Ms. Jenna
] He rasped inside her head, with some genuine regret. [
This is the first time I?ve interacted with [i]anyone[/i] other than Sam and Roger?
] He added, sorrow creeping into his ?voice?.

And I thank you for your concern,
] Rath added, his mood brightening slightly. [
But it is unnecessary. I have yet to encounter anything that has posed a serious threat to me.
] Shifting as he spoke he exposed his underbelly, the nominally ?soft? part of a Deathclaw, and revealed a collection of major scars, to go with the multitude across the rest of his body. A few on his belly looked serious enough that the wounds that had caused them should have been severely damaging?at least to a ?normal? Deathclaw.

Rath was unaware of how he?d shifted, instead his focus was centered on the balloon-wrapped girl, as his dagger-like claws clenched and un-clenched in a subconscious reflex to keep his aggressiveness at bay. [small]
Hunt. Feed. Kill. Move. Hunger. Feed. Hunger.
[/small]The instincts pulled at him, weaker than before, but stronger than usual.
I do not serve my instincts, they serve [i]me.[/i]

Generic NPC 22

The Most Generic of NPCs
Jul 12, 2012
The Really Wild Wastelands | The Road (Megaton Bound)
Ending of the Departed (Part 2)
Thomas "Shifty" McGee​

Standing atop the mountain that housed the famed Vault 101, Thomas "Shifty" McGee remembered the last moments with Sable before they had parted ways, she heading towards the ruins of Springvale while he continued towards the North, choosing a route that would keep him well clear of the Enclave Vault.

"Good luck, Thomas Shifty McGee. Let nothing stand between you and those you cherish. In all honesty, Valhalla can wait for you, Einherjar. You have a whole life left to live." The Blamco Ballerina had said, "And when I return to New Vegas, I expect to be invited to the wedding reception. Annabelle and I look forward to the double dates, so be sure to keep a clear schedule. As a BlamCo Ally, Vertibird transportation to any honeymoon hotspots is well within a request I can grant... Goodbye, Thomas"

"May your travels be safe and your time in this world be long. With everything that you've done for us, I expect you and Annabelle to be guests of honor at the reception," The Almost Composed Crypt Keeper had said, lingering in his companion's presence for just a second longer, smiling at the Silver Spearmaiden's prospective plans for a future that might not exist, "Goodbye, Sable."

Watching as her silhouette receded into the distance, he started walking, following a path that took him past the town of Megaton, past the spot that he'd last been with Lucy Black and past the town's towering walls. Though he had only been in the Capital Wastes for a short period of time, much had transpired. Almost directly South of his position, he could see the Citadel in the distance, the place where he had met Lucy Black after their battle with a Behemoths and been sent on their fool's errand to the Enclave Vault. To the East of that was Rivet City, whose bar Shifty had become a near permanent resident of after his release for the Enclave Vault. He'd met Arizona there. To the North of him was Old Olney, the place where he had met his first companion, Barry, a super hero mummy of some sort. He'd met a plethora of strange personalities during his tenure as the Undertaker of the East, even so far as having added them to the number of companions he'd gained ..... and lost. Johnny, Beryl, Marlon... those were but a few names of those he'd met briefly and never seen again.


Had the Pensive Pilgrim not been lost in his memories, the Brotherhood of Steel acolyte who had suddenly appeared might have found a 10mm pistol pointed in his face. Instead, the acolyte was met with an expression of surprise that was not caused by his sudden appearance but rather by the fact that he was pushing a bicycle that looked rather familiar to the Tall and Pale Traveler.

"Y-You're the Undertaker, Shifty McGee, aren't you?" The Brotherhood of Steel trainee asked, his voice overfilling with hope, "I-I've been looking all over for you"

The proposition that a member of the Brotherhood of Steel was looking for him was a bit disconcerting to the Worshiper of Walt since it had been quite some time since he had interacted with any in their ranks. Truth be told, he had only visited the Citadel once with the belief that he could become the primary provider of post life services for all BoS field personnel. Could it be that this man had been seeking the services of the Undertaker of the East or better yet, was the entire Brotherhood of Steel looking for the future services of the Undertaker's Union? It was too bad for them that Shifty was about to leave the Wastelands but still, it was best to leave the door open for any future Undertaker that might take up the Capitol Wastes' post.

"I am indeed the Undertaker, Shifty McGee, but if you're looking to make arrangements for your inevitable and horribly violent death, I should let you know that I'm..." The Soon to be Departing Shoveler started to say before he was interrupted by the relieved looking Brotherhood Novice.

"Oh thank the Lord! I'm sorry to interrupt but I've been told that once you start talking, it's hard to get your to stop... no offense... but I've been pushing this bicycle around for the last few years... at least it feels like years... looking for you!" The Power Armor-less Wannabe Paladin practically screamed in joy as he shoved the bicycle towards the Friendly Former Undertaker"Here! Take it! The Brotherhood of Steel apologizes for the destruction of your property by Frank Rose and thought to repay you for your assistance by repairing it! YES! YES! YES! I CAN FINALLY GO HOME! THANK GOD! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!"

Holding onto the handles of his newly refurbished bicycle, Thomas watched as the Peppy Paladin disappeared over the horizon, his arms flailing about excitedly at the prospect of finally bring able to go back to the Citadel and continue his quest to become the Wasteland's new Frank Rose or marry Frank Rose's sister or spit on Frank Rose's grave... or something. The Former Ferryman, now alone once again, mounted the bicycle for the first time in some time, and started pedaling, unsteadily at first, but before long his body remembered what it needed to do in order to traverse the expanse between himself and Lucy Black. The first sign that he was on his way was the last sign.


Grinning at the sign, Thomas "Shifty" McGee pedaled forth towards the horizon, his eyes never looking back on the Wild Wastelands.

------------------------EPILOGUE: SOME MONTHS LATER------------------------

The polished black leather dress shoes stepped back onto the Strip, bits of glass from broken bottles crunching underneath the heels as their owner fled Gomorrah, relieved that he had not found the person he had been looking for within those bodily fluid stained walls. The merry chatter of NCR soldiers on leave, visitors on vacation and casino employees clocking out of their jobs surrounded the Former Undertaker of the East as he looked towards the two remaining locations left to search, the one being The Tops while the other was the Ultra-Luxe. While he was tempted to check The Tops first, he had recently had his formerly tattered clothing cleaned and repaired. Given the town's rather rambunctious nature, there was no telling how long the Dapperly Dressed Grave Digger would remain dapper and so, after a brief survey of his surroundings, he started walking nervously towards the Ultra-Luxe Casino.

The interior of the casino was what one would expect of an establishment whose name felt like a contract that promised the ulimate experience in luxury. There was not a speck of dust on any of plush furniture. There was no sign of wear on any of the upholstery. Everything was all polish and gilt. The staff... the staff... while they wore the uniform of an Ultra-Luxe staff member, there was something about their manner that felt odd... and familiar. Behind every warm smile and cheerfully polished greeting was a look, the one made when sizing up a potential threat.

"Excuse me, miss," The coffin carver said, flagging down one of the casino's employees, "could you tell me if..."

"You'll want to check the roulette tables, Mister McGee." The woman said, her lips pursed into a knowing smile, "Her shift is about to end."

"Th... thank you." He muttered before following the signs towards the casino floor, his legs choosing a pace that was somewhere between extremely fast walking and mild sprint, as both patrons and staff alike parted before him, partially because one never gets in the way of someone running through a casino and partially because one never wants to cross the path of an Undertaker. Entering the casino floor, time seemed to stop for a beat.

Lucy, her black hair and clothing styled for work at the Ultra-Luxe, was focused on counting her chips in preparation for the end of her shift and thus did not notice the Undertaker's frantic entrance. Still standing at the casino floor's entrance, the Former Ferryman/Enclave Prisoner/Undertaker wondered what to do next. Suddenly faced with the end of his journey and the start of a new one, all of the half baked plans for his and Lucy's reunion fell away. Up until this point he had a goal and now that he had reached his goal, he had no idea what the future had in store for them and the unknown was a bit unsettling. Every journey started with a first step though and Shifty took his.

Walking up to the roulette table, the Undertaker placed a pile of caps on the table as he reached for the ball and placing it on the spinning wheel.

~Click.... .... .... Click.... .... Click....~​

"Hi Lucy..." Shifty practically whispered, his eyes catching the movement of three members of the Norn, those that had been assigned to guard Lucy, as they made a quiet exit.

What was said after the departure of the Norn was left a secret, shared only between the newly reunited couple. They stayed there for a while, talking about the past, the present and their uncertain future. Whatever lay in store for Lucy and Thomas was known only by the Fates.


The ball came to rest...

Author's Note said:
Thus ends the Saga of Thomas "Shifty" McGee. It's been a fun ride and I'll miss him. What happens to him next, I'll leave up to your imaginations.

The Really Wild Wastelands | The Open Road (Dunwich Bound)
Epilogue of the Departed (Part 2)... or not...
Victoria McGee | Sylphee​

"There's something out there. Something that doesn't give a shit about getting jumped by Deathclaws," Arizona's gravelly voice from the grave said in a hushed tone, causing the Black Veiled Blade Mistress to pause her recounting of the past. While there was more to tell there were more pressing matters to tend to, matters that not even a trio of trained Deathclaws could handle.

While Arizona focused on looking into the inky blackness for any sign of danger, Victoria sat still with her eyes closed and ears open. Her eyes, which had been staring into the light crackling fire pit, would take some time to adjust themselves to the darkness, more than enough time for whatever tossed the modern day terror lizards to rush the camp and rip the band of companions into a bloody and pulpy mush. Over the crackling of the flames, she could hear the growling of Larry, Moe and Curly, the rattling of cartridges inside of the Old One's machine gun and, most annoyingly, the whining of the Blue Haired Airhead who, despite promises, was still wide awake.

"What happened after that, Missy Sticky Vicki McFancy Face?!" Came Sylphee's voice from a wad of blankets on the Wasteland floor.

"Shhhhhh. Quiet." Victoria hissed before returning to listening to their surroundings for signs of the interloper. After a few moments the Pale and Proper Pyre Princess, having detected no trace of the mysterious intruder, opened her eyes, "I think it, whatever it is, has fled. Perhaps it did not wish to overstay its welcome nor test its fortune." She cocked her head slightly as if focusing in on something before her hand shot out and grabbing the Crimson Clad Creeper by the collar, "No you don't!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Let me go! I just wanna go see what threw Barry, Gary and Mary!!" Sylphee cried out quite loudly, her arms flailing about as she attempted to free herself from the grasp of her cruel captor, who proceeded to ignore the thrashing and address the Machine Gun Ghoul.

"While I loath to travel in the darkness, I think it would be best if we continue on since our position has been compromised." Victoria said as she released Sylphee and started gather her belongings, muttering to herself as she did, "[small]The sooner we finish this task, the sooner I can get back to proper society, with a proper quality of tea, a proper bed and a bath... oh how I long for a bath...[/small]"


The Really Wild Wastelands | Springvale Elementary's School for Wayward Sylphys
Set Phasers to Ridiculous...
Eyebot Don Diego de la Vega | Constance Sorrowfeld​

There was a slight hum as Don Diego de la Vega's propulsion systems powered on and the Eyebot switched out of "Siesta Mode." Grumbling sleepily, the Machine that was 100% Manufactured in Mexico went into his source code and modified the offending line to "Sleep Mode." If they, meaning the humans that had programmed him, were going to write a line of code they should have at least chosen one language rather than a mish mash of English and Spanish.

"Programmers ... either choose 'sleep mode' or 'modo de siesta'..." The Eyebot thought to itself at its sensor array came online and started scanning the surroundings, "Oh my."

He appears to have woken up while something rather strange was going on, though strange was understating the situation considering the parties involved. First there was the presence of not one but two Deathclaws that were not in the process of dealing death to the two humans that were located mere feet away, which was probably a good thing considering his programming dictated that he would have to serve as some sort of disposable decoy while the humans escaped. The second was the presence of the two humans that were not in the process of fleeing from said Deathclaws that were located mere feet away. The third was the fact that one of the humans appeared to be wearing a strange inflatable suit and unconscious. The fourth strange bit of reality trivia was the fact that the unconscious juvenile female appeared to have mechanical parts grafted to her biological ones... like some sort of human machine hybrid or a bridge between the digital and analog world. THe fifth strange thing was that he did not remember a single thing prior to his awakening roughtly 5.234912038 seconds prior to that point in time.

"...I'm also worried about her internal organs. Even if this suit reduces the impact to her bones, her internals will feel the inertia regardless. So, first things first, we need to make sure her head and neck are properly supported, then we can get her out of this ridiculous suit." the conscious human female stated, giving the Eager to Assist Eyebot a clue as to what was going on, "Honestly, you two. I appreciate the fact that you're both civil, and clearly intelligent, but if she asks to test anything else, or wants help with an experiment? Ask me to advise, then supervise, first. As a Follower of the Apocalypse, I'm both a medical doctor and a scientist. These sorts of things are what I do, and that way we can hopefully prevent any mishaps that get anyone hurt. That includes both of you."

Assuming that Follower of the Apocalypse was some sort of group name rather than a title, it was strange that someone who was followed the concept of apocalypse was eager to assist the unconscious young female human, though it might have had to do something with the fact that the older female human was a medical doctor, the sort of individual who had to take an oath to do no harm prior to taking on the title of profession. If she was going to assist the young mecha-teen, Eyebot Don Diego de la Vega felt obligated to assist.

"Oh! Allow me to help!" He exclaimed cheerfully as he extended his utility tendrils, which functioned in the same was as the arms of cephalopods, and began supporting the neck and back of the unconscious young woman,

"If she's hurt, I should probably restrain her arms and legs so that she doesn't further injure herself." The Eyeboy Medical Assistant thought to himself as he extended four additional tendrils which wrapped themselves around the girl's wrists and ankles... which in retrospect might have been a bad idea... especially considering the company the he was in as well as the fact that the Female Medical Doctor was proposing to remove the young patient's clothing.

The thing about looking at situations in retrospect implied that at some future point, one will be prompted to look back at a critical point in the past. That future point just happened to be now as the young woman reacted badly to the situation she found herself in, which in retrospect was understandable given her situation.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD?!?!" Screamed the girl as she regained consciousness only to find that her wrists and ankles and neck and back were bound by a series of mechanical tentacles which two Deathclaws were hovering over her and a woman was working at removing the previously unconscious girl's clothing.

"Ohhhhhhhh... This is awkward..." Eyebot Don Diego de la Vega muttered to himself as he continued to restrain the girl as she attempted to wrest her limbs from his grasp.


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Abe just stood there as it seems his bad luck finally caught up to him. Feeling the earth shake under him as he was mentally preparing himself for the earth to split under him and take his house. "I like this place too...." he whispers lightly as he wonders why did his life hate him so much. What did he do in his past life to make him deserve this so? He would have probably broken down and cry right now, but he was starting to get used to this..or so he thought.

That was until the land starting to rise upwards and Abe look to see they were on the back of a giant radroach. "WHY!!!!!!!!" Abe screamed out loudly. Falling to his knees as he beat the back of the beast. Hearing Tracy yelling at him to get his shit and they were going to get out of here. Abe would like to have asked one simple HOW?! but he went against it.

He didn't feel like dying just yet. He quickly got up and try to run towards his lab. Though as the beast walk, it made the ground he was walking on a bit unstable. Though Abe got to this lab fine and started to grab as many ingredients as he could. Even grabbing a few hidden away in case something crazy happens, but not this level of crazy.

Grabbing as much as he could, Abe look at his robot as he sighs. "Come on you crazy robot!" The Securitron growled loudly and said while follow Abe out," RWAAAAAGH I CAN SMASH THIS BUG!!!!!!!!" Abe replied, "you can't smash this bug..." and then shouted out to Tracy "YOU GOT A PLAN!?!?"

Robot PoV -5 minutes earlier-

The Securitron had been standing still in the back room as it look over the mission statements his master had given him. Looking them over once more to make sure he fully understood what he was supposed to do.

1)Go to the back and clean
2)Stay out of trouble
3)Do NOT destroy product.


1)Go to the back and clean
2)Stay out of trouble



1)Go to the back DFDASFASD
2)Stay out of SDFWEASDAS

1) Go to the back...
3) DESTROY EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Securitron face glitch out for a few seconds as he started to smash everything with his robot arms. Breaking things and causing havoc while Abe was talking to Tracy. Though while he was doing this, a hole had open up and radroaches were spewing outward. The Securitron turn around and saw the invading enemy and arm himself.

Unlocking Firearms.....ERROR Targeting systems have been deactivated. ERROR


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"Oh my."

The new voice immediately caught his attention. While Ms. Jenna was starting to examine the unconscious Constance, the now reactivated Eyebot floated over.
I really should have just ?accidentally? wrecked that thing.
He thought, glowering at the floating ball. Of all the machines he?d encountered in the wasteland, Rath held a special loathing for the little things. Sentrybots were the only that might pose an actual threat, and the Protectrons, Robobrains and Mr Handys he could smash with relative ease?but the Eyebots?they could hover along just out of reach and poke at him with their low powered weapons; no threat, but annoying like no other thing he?d so far encountered.


His griping and grumbling to himself was interrupted by the sudden reawakening and outburst from the formerly unconscious girl. He snorted with surprise and took a step back as the ?bot moved in to restrain the confused and flailing adolescent. [
I think?I think I will leave you to it Ms. Jenna.
] He said, shifting a tad awkwardly as he spoke. Carefully turning about so he didn?t club anyone with his stubby tail, he made his way through the ruins of the school until he returned to where he?d stashed his stuff.

Pulling at his bags, he retrieved another chunk of radstag, savouring the smell of it. As he ate, his baser instincts faded more and more, satiated for now by the raw meat.
I should go hunting soon.

Rip Van Rabbit

Apr 17, 2012
The Wild Wasteland | Present Day | Springvale Elementary School
- Kristin 'Valkyrie' Blamco -

Stirring from her sleep, the Valkyrie let out a pained cough before rolling over onto her side. Streaks of moonlight poured in throughout the uneven gaps in the boarded-up windows. Conveniently, she had been placed to rest on a few raised gym mats. Feeling a shiver crawl up her spine, Kristin noted just how accustomed she had become to the arid conditions of the Mojave. Raising herself on her elbows, a glint of light caught her attention, someone had prepared a water-pitcher with an accompanying glass. A small note was placed on the ice-cold water pitcher that simply read: "Drink Me".

Without a second thought, Kristin did just that.
Radiation exposure, even in small cases, took a toll on her system afterwards. Most of the common side-effects included nausea, headaches and a dry throat. Putting aside the dry throat, she felt...great. Fantastic even.

Just how sick had she unknowingly become? With a reassuring nod, she agreed to make it up to the kind Doctor in some way or another.

That thought was short-lived when the activities of her ordeal since Megaton came rushing back. Setting her glass aside, the Valkyrie's sighed, shoulders slumped at the recollections of her extreme irrationality.

Was it the radiation affecting her behavior? Was she grand-standing for her former-companion? A combination?

Not known for her diplomacy, she felt conflicted about her actions. Ever since her travel across the country, she was beginning to realize why BlamCo took measures each day to keep her routine structured and controlled. It was one of the main reasons she needed to leave -...


Following the sounds of mumbles and shuffling, Kristin turned to find the trio of Translation-Sylphy's huddled together in a peaceful sleep. Taking note of her surroundings she guessed that she was placed in a small gymnasium.

Grabbing a spare change of clothes, the Valkyrie settled for a shirt and leggings from her training days. Upon closer inspection of her outfit was a series of clips, clamps and hooks for detachable armor pieces or weights. This light-armor variant of the Valkyrie-armor was favored by her sister, Sable. Trading defense for mobility, the Valkyrie worked on her routine exercises.

Despite her efforts to not disturb the nearby Sylphy's, she discovered that she was being watched. Curiosity piqued, two of them hesitantly approached while another sat alongside Kristin, attempting to mimic her former motions.
The Valkyrie shook her head and demonstrated once more, this time standing. Mimicking her pose, it was only a few seconds before their legs shook or they lost balance entirely. Catching one of the Sylphy's by hand, Kristin helped her up, set her back into pose and placed a hand on where they should tighten their muscles while keeping a steady rhythm to their breathing.

After a few setbacks and a few simple verbal suggestions, Kristin took a step back from the trio. Smiling at their progress, two of the Sylphy's looked bewildered that they could hold the pose for so long, while another shut her eyes in concentration.
Clapping her hands twice, Kristin fetched the water pitcher and filled the only glass available. It was shared back-and-forth between the girls.

"See? That wasn't so difficult now, was it?", Kristin asked, "You have strength, no doubt. You just need to learn how to focus that strength. That's why I'm make sure you're well-fed, disciplined and strengthened."

"Sylphy? Sylphy Sylphy..."

While what they say might remain a mystery, she knew that look all too well. They were sizing her up as an instructor. Fortunately, the vote seemed to sway 2-1 in her favor.

"The next few days will be difficult, I won't lie." Kristin explained, detailing her intent to test their combat prowess, "In exchange for your trust, I will try my best to communicate with all of you...S-Sylphy?"

All of them looked amused at her attempt to speak 'Sylphy'. The Valkyrie wondered how you could mess up the Sylphy-placeholder for 'okay?'.

The leader of the trio jumped to her feet and cheered. The rest followed suit.

Smiling, the Valkyrie set about petting their heads. Somehow, she had managed to sway the three brightest in her class. While they were probably more curious about the Lady that previously fed them, it was a start.

Grabbing her sword, she secured it on the carrier placed on her back plate. Proceeding towards a commotion in the kitchen, the Valkyrie tied her hair into a tight bun. Upon entering the room, an odd scene stood still -- Constance was being restrained by an Eyebot and it's...tendrils? (They have those?) Doctor Sorenson was nearby and Kristin audibly cleared her throat, a confused look on her face.

"Good morning, I woke up early..."

The Valkyrie shifted the water pitcher to one hand, while the other gripped the hilt of her sword, eyes fixed on the Eyebot and the struggling Constance.

" you need help with that?"


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Jun 25, 2011
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The Wild Wastelands | Springvale | Springvale School "Dormitory"
"I believe this constitutes as, 'hilarity ensuing'."

The sudden addition of Eyebot Don Diego de la Vega right as she was finishing her light scolding of the two Deathclaws wasn't exactly a helpful one. For a moment, Jenna could scarcely do more than step back and stare as the floating sphere made it's way over to the inert Constance to 'assist'. She wasn't entirely sure how he was going to help. Until she remembered the manipulator tentacles. The Doctor stepped forward, opening her mouth to tell Diego to stop, that it wasn't going to help, but the young American Enclave Scout of America already had both arms and legs restrained.

Which, naturally, meant that Constance woke up at that moment, in a partially-deflated suit with metal tendrils around her wrists and ankles and began to struggle.


And as Rath decided to make a tactical retreat, Kristin chose to walk in. The New Vegas Valkyrie had a water pitcher in one hand, while the other reached back to the grip of her Bumper Sword. As Doctor Sorenson stared back at her, she could only imagine how the scene looked: Constance, writhing in the grip of an Eyebot's tentacles while a young doctor was just about to get her undressed. Jenna's dusky, freckled face burned a little at the idea, before she stood up straight and cleared her throat to explain. It was at that moment that one of Constance's flailing feet connected to the floating Eyebot Don Diego de la Vega.

"Ohhhhhhhh... This is awk--" it said, before it's chassis rattled at the impact.

Even in the Enclave, who were arguably the most technologically advanced faction the U.S. Wastelands have ever seen, machinery could be finicky. As such, they would occasionally rely on percussive maintenance. The Technical Tap. Emergency Repair Protocol #2. It had a lot of names.

In the case of Eyebot Don Diego de la Vega, formerly Eyebot Brian, it turned out that some of the protocols that Jenna had written into him required a more 'hard' reset. Which Constance's shoe-clad foot promptly gave it as she kicked it. The spherical form of the Eyebot spun away a good three feet and floated there, the tendrils releasing from the teenage girl's limbs. Doctor Sorenson blinked as she watched this. Then she lowered her face into her hands and sighed. She'd fix that later.

"Good morning, Kristin, Constance," she managed as she looked up from her hands, "First, I'm terribly sorry about the Eyebot, he was trying to help."

"To explain, Rath and Malkos brought Constance to me because she had gotten knocked out due to an experiment, and wanted me to see if there was anything I can do." she explained, directing this first to Kristin before she turned to Constance and shook her head, "And as for you, Constance, I'll tell you what I told the two Deathclaws: If you're going to conduct a test like that, at least let me know first. I'm a scientist, and I'm here to help. Those sorts of things are part of my wheelhouse."

The Follower of the Apocalypse Doctor offered a hand to help Constance to her feet, all the while moving to support the young girl's neck with her other hand. By that time, the Eyebot seemed to finish it's reset and whirred back to life, floating over.

"Oh, good! I'm glad to see the young lady is awake! My apologies for startling you." Eyebot Don Diego de la Vega said, the processed voice more heavily accented now as it offered a friendly tendril.

A smile spread on Jenna's face as she realized that apparently all was well, and tilted her head toward the automaton as she glanced between Constance and Kristin.

"I suppose now is a good time to introduce you all to my new partner! Constance, Kristin, this is Don Diego de la Vega, Diego, these are my friends, Constance Sorrowfield and Kristin Blamco." Jenna said politely.

The Eyebot waved it's free manipulator tendrils and managed a rather elaborate bow for a hovering sphere, before executing a jaunty salute.

"It is a pleasure to meet such lovely ladies as yourselves! Please, don't hesitate to call upon me should you need anything!" he intoned surprisingly suavely.

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The Wild Wastelands | Just A Little Quest Called Revenge | Outside of Abe's Shack
"This ain't, whatcha call 'em... Spartan, but it'll do."

Tracy just wanted a fix. That's all. That was the entire point of dragging his fine ass all the way to this fucking junkyard in the middle of fuck-knew-where to see this goddamned chem dealer. Then things just had to go tits-up in the most spectacularly fucked-up way. A giant, motherfucking Radroach, Radbats and a stupid, malfunctioning can on wheels? The fuck was this brahmin shit?

As he quickly came off of his earlier Jet high, Tracy shivered violently against the door frame as he clutched The Point to his chest. His bloodshot eyes darted up from the Radroach beneath the shack to look at Abe and his Securitron as they came out from the back, and he glared. The damn can was going on about smashing the bug, the face on it's screen beginning to fuzz out like Tracys brain.


Tracy didn't have an opportunity to answer as he watched the imposing robot raise its arms before they folded back and readied to fire. Some bullshit about it's targeting being deactivated as it started to aim at the two chem dealers. Then there was a rusty blur in the air as the ironically-named machete was buried in the Securitron's monitor.

As it toppled backward, Tracy still had his arm outstretched from throwing The Point, while his other hand trembled down towards his pack. He reached in, taking out one of his precious inhalers of Jet, and took a shaky hit. His eyes rolled back into his head a little as the drug did it's work and slithered through his system.

When Tracy looked at Abe properly he was beginning to steady himself, and he got to his feet and strode over to the Securitron to plant a boot on it's chassis. With a heave, he extracted his machete before using it to gesture to his new companion. Or hostage, as it may turn out.

"We're gonna jump," he said simply, "After you."

The Wild Wastelands | The Dunwich Job | Outside of Tenpenny Tower
"Adventures in babysitting a part-time psycho killer."

"I think it, whatever it is, has fled. Perhaps it did not wish to overstay its welcome nor test its fortune."

The Old Ghoul glanced back to regard Victoria with her single eye for a moment. Then she just shrugged.

"I'd rather not press our luck either. Not against something that can toss a Deathclaw aside." she rasped, before she hefted Lester and added, "I only have so many armor-piercing rounds for my baby, here."

She started to go back to scanning the night-darkened landscape when she heard Victoria chastise Sylphee for something, prompting her to whirl around to see what the Blue-Haired Hellion was about to do. As it turned out, the former Undertaker of the East had it well in hand as she had quickly grabbed hold of Sylphee's collar.

Arizona couldn't help but nod with no small amount of admiration for Victoria's reflexes, saying, "Good job. Tommy-boy wouldn't have managed that."

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Let me go! I just wanna go see what threw Barry, Gary and Mary!!"

"No way, kiddo," she said with a scoff, "I'd rather not waste the bullets, or have any of us killed. Save it for Dunwich."

Once Victoria released Sylphee under Arizona's watchful eye, she began to gather her things. Which the Freelancer couldn't help but think was a very prudent course of action as she gestured for Fiona to do the same.

"While I loath to travel in the darkness, I think it would be best if we continue on since our position has been compromised."

"I like that plan. Let's get the fuck outta here." she said.

Victoria's muttering about wanting a proper bath had her adding with a grunt, "Yea, if wishes like that were caps, we'd all be stinking rich."