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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 21:21:05 GMT -5
Jethro and Vincent arrive, at the spot.
"Alright, let's search for anything outta the ordinary(PER) Or any tracks(Survival)"
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 20, 2012 21:46:09 GMT -5
Vincent looked around and listened for any signs of the creature, though he had no idea what a daggermouth looked like besides what Jethro had told him.
(perception)
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 21:48:36 GMT -5
(PER) He finds specks of blood, leading off the road to the north, as well as a spent MFC, laying in a ditch on the trail.
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 20, 2012 22:18:32 GMT -5
Vincent picks up the spent MFC, reminding himself to attempt to recharge it later, before drawing his pistol and folowing the bloodtrail north.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 22:39:09 GMT -5
Vincent follows the trail for a while before finding some animal droppings. They smell rancid and he almost vomits.
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 20, 2012 22:44:56 GMT -5
Vincent feels the bile rising in his throat, tasting the whiskey from earlier. Once again he missed his old Enclave power armour. His helmet had a filtration system to prevent such filth from reaching him. He momentarily worried what health effects this world was having on him before pressing onward.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 22:47:49 GMT -5
He continued on for a few more yards before finding a very large amount of blood, and a human finger.
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 20, 2012 22:52:28 GMT -5
Vincent crouches down to inspect the single finger. (PER)
"Friend of yours?" he asked Jethro, with a morbid grin.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 22:59:48 GMT -5
It's fairly mauled, looking like some cut it off with a saw or something.
"Can't tell, but he was somebody's. A little respect for the fallen won't kill you."
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 20, 2012 23:21:12 GMT -5
The grin quickly fell from Vincent's face as he rounded on his companion.
"I know more about the fallen than you would ever care to learn." he hissed in a dangerous tone. "If you want to continue making caps together, that will be your last lecture on the subject."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 23:25:12 GMT -5
"Tch, whatever you say." He says unthreatened.
"Let's keep it down to a low roar from here on out, these bastards move fast." Jethro said, carrying on.
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 20, 2012 23:46:01 GMT -5
Vincent continued to follow the growing pool of blood, eyes peeled for the creature they were hunting.
(Perception)
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 23:52:04 GMT -5
About a quarter mile, there are signs of a huge struggle, with an incredible amount of blood.
Whoever it belongs to is dead. Without a doubt.
A drag mark leads off the the west, over a hill.
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 20, 2012 23:53:28 GMT -5
Vincent looks around for the weapon the unfortunate person was using before following the drag mark west. Judging from the empty MFC, it might be of some use to him.
(Perception)
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 21, 2012 0:00:48 GMT -5
The weapon doesn't appear to be nearby.
What IS nearby is a severed arm. It appears to be wearing what is bleached white leather, with a golden crest that Vincent recognizes as the BoS insignia, specifically the KOP Sect. He surmises that the victim was a Conscript, or volunteer.
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