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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 16:30:49 GMT -5
She takes the money.
"Ask around yourself." And then walks off, not looking back.
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 18, 2012 17:05:51 GMT -5
Vincent controlled the building anger in him as she walked away. There was a time when his questions were answered quickly out of fear and those questioned were grateful simply to be left with their lives, likely due to the black power armor and humming plasma rifle on his back. He sighed pouring himself five shots in sequence and knocking them back, one for each dead member of his sigma. He was well liquored by the last shot, feeling lost and alone. Where was he to go from here? How would he complete his mission when for all he knew he was the last of a dying breed. He wanted to hit something or someone.
There was still a healthy remainder in the bottle when he turned to face a nearby group of mercs.
"How about you lot? Stiff drink for the man that can point me to a few caps."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 17:14:22 GMT -5
A man up at the bar raises a hand.
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 18, 2012 17:25:01 GMT -5
"We have a winner." Vincent said. "Grab a glass and pull up a chair."
"God help him if his lips touch that bottle." he thought, disturbed by the notion.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 17:34:49 GMT -5
The man is tall and lean, with dark armor that looks to have a slightly blackish green color.
He has a 10mm Pistol and a wicked looking Baseball Bat with what looks like a railroad spike through the top.
"Name's Jethro. Who might you be stranger?"
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 18, 2012 17:43:52 GMT -5
Vincent eyed the man's weapons with interest. While barbarians tools compared to his old arsenal, they looked effective nonetheless.
"Vince" he said, extending a gloved hand, thankful he wouldn't actually have to touch the sub-human bare handed. He opted for the shortened name, feeling that his full name would be too formal and might draw unwanted attention.
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Post by Sammy on Jun 18, 2012 17:45:35 GMT -5
Sammy reentered the bar, and slide over towards the bar.
"Hey Sid," she said softly, "What's going on?"
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 17:52:17 GMT -5
Jethro grabs Vince's hand and shakes well.
"You look like a man who knows his way around a trigger."
He glances at the area where Vincent's Gauss Pistol is concealed,
"A high caliber trigger. So, wat kinda work you looking for Vince?"
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 17:55:52 GMT -5
"Hey hun, that drunk bastard over there is looking for work. Jethro's gonna help him out." Sid replies.
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Post by Sammy on Jun 18, 2012 17:57:37 GMT -5
"Whose Jethro?" she asked, leaning over the bartop in faux conspiracy. "Good guy?"
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 18, 2012 18:20:49 GMT -5
"Good eye." Vincent remarked, genuine this time, as he filled Jethro's glass. "As I told the lovely waitress, I'm not too picky about what the work entails. I've been gifted with a talent for many endeavors, gunplay included."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 18, 2012 19:30:36 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'd say he's a good one little lady, at least as good as his lot comes. Never steered anyone I know of wrong, and always pays his debts. Why you asking" Sid inquired, keeping with the hushed mood.
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"That's good. Real good." Jethro said, drinking his shot.
"The mayor here, he got a report not too long ago that a Daggermouth was seen by a scavenger, not 3 days ago, bout a mile West. Now, I don't know what it's doin this far north of the Evergrave, but what I do know is he's offered me 250 to bring the fucker down."
Taking another drink,
"Now, I'm no coward, but there ain't no way in hell I'm going toe to toe with a goddamn Daggermouth. So, you help me bring it down, we split, 50/50. Deal?"
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 18, 2012 20:06:14 GMT -5
Vincent considered the offer. He had always enjoyed the excitement of deathclaw hunts in the Capital Wastes when the scientists needed more to test their mind control implants on. He doubted this would be much different and the caps would make it more than worthwhile.
"You have a deal Jethro." Vincent replied, clinking his glass against the mercenary's. "Though I must admit I am not sure what a daggermouth is. Anything like a deathclaw?"
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Post by Sammy on Jun 19, 2012 6:55:52 GMT -5
"Cuz I got work too," Sammy replied, "and a smart fellow I know told me not to go into the wastes by myself," she winked.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 19, 2012 8:14:43 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not exactly sure what a Deathclaw is, but a Daggermouth is a big, mean, green thing. It crawls on four legs and eats anything that moves. That's as best as I can describe it." Jethro said,
Motioning to his armor,
"We got hunters down south who hunt 'em for their Skin and Teeth. They make good leather and knives, if you know how to use 'em."
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Sid blushed again,
"If you ARE gonna head out, he'd be the one to go with. I'd talk to him before he gets off somewheres. He's always busy."
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The ghoul in the back looked on with a bit of interest at the girl up front and the men in back.
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