Fallout: Overseas

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Aella looked at Tink. "Oh, hi!" She greeted. "'S not often I see someone my age out here."

[Eltee]

"No kidding." Tink muttered, regarding the other girl uncomfortably.

[Kerr]

"Bet I see people my own age less than you do.." muttered Faust. He gave up on getting in the church. He rested up against the wall.

[Arch-Mage Matt]

"Maybe Ty can have you beat," Aella suggested. "Ty!" Aella called, to a nearby street corner.

"I'm coming, Aella, I just wanted to check out some writing on a building." A deep voice rumbled.

A huge creature lumbered out from the corner, clad in broke brown robes. His blue skin was clearly visible in the light and the enormous white warhammer slung over his back wasn't hard to miss either. A nightkin.

[Eltee]

Instinctively, Tink jolted back a few steps, until her backpack hit the wall of the church. Her brown eyes were wide, filled less with terror than with shock.

[MARS]

Callan reached for his .22 and pointed it at the Nightkin's head. He didn't say a word, but he didn't pull the trigger either.

[Kerr]

Spoiler:

No! Fallout 1 hasn't even happened yet.

[MARS]

Spoiler:

I have to admit, I didn't think about that. Ooooone second while I google something.

[MARS]

Spoiler:

Okay, no need for anyone to get their panties in a bunch. Isn't it feasible for that one Nightkin to be the first of its kind or something?

[Arch-Mage Matt]

The nightkin didn't flinch. "Not a reaction I am unused to, although I can assure you I'm do danger to you. Typhon, wisdom-seeker and explorer."

Spoiler:

Call it a happy accident, then. I made the character a month ago, and I'm not willing to change it now.

[MARS]

Callan raised an eyebrow, and didn't lower his pistol.

"You can talk coherently," he stated the obvious.

[Kerr]

Spoiler:

It is a problem. The Master is still alive. Any Super Mutants wouldn't be here. This is a huge inconsistency with the lore.

[MARS]

Spoiler:

Because of one stray Nightkin? I don't think so. This isn't canon anyway, so I think we can let it slide. You don't even know why this Nightkin is free, so getting so upset by this is kind of unnecessary.

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Spoiler:

But he sort of does have a point, as much as I loathe to recognize the Kerr in his near-frothing state. If Nightkins have only been around a few years then it punches a big hole alone in my backstory.

I could always fall back to something else.

[Minor Edits]

Spoiler:

It's quite astounding that one would apparently abandon the Master and make his way to the east coast, but not impossible. It'd be cool to have a Nightkin, if you can make his backstory work.

[Kerr]

Spoiler:

Could set the RP 7 or 8 years after it is currently set.

[Frost Mage]

The man approached the truck stop wearily. The wind blew his Vault tag around on his chest, Matthew Burns, it read in faded black letters. He pulled out his rifle and rested it in his arms, remaining nearly silent so that he could hear any noise from around him. A Yao Guia ran off over the small hill behind the truck stop, and Matthew ducked behind a car.

It seemed odd to him that a beast as vicous as a Yao Guia would run from anything.

Then he heard something, a faint crack from behind him. He turned around to see 7 bandits about 50 feet away from him, eating Salisbury Steak which they had seemingly cooked on the fire, which was coming from the trash can in front of them, held in place with bricks.

Matthew decided that his only chance of survival now that he was left without anymore food, was to find his own... even if that meant interrupting a bandit get together.

He approached them, rifle on his back. "Excuse me..."

"What do you want?" Shouted one of the bandits nearest to him.

"Well, I was just wondering, I haven't any more food of my own, and I thought maybe you would be so kind to share some with me?" He asked, half expecting a bullet to the brain.

"Hey, it's every man for himself out here, get your own."

"Seymour, give it a rest. We may be bandits, but we're not as cold-hearted as most of the population believes our kind are." Said a female bandit who came from the back of the group, glancing at Seymour.

The woman tossed Matthew some cooked stakes, and a honey nut treat. From the looks of it the bandits had plenty to eat already.

"Hey, stay alive out there." She said in a caring voice.

"Th-thank you so much, it means a lot." Said Matthew, looking down at all of the food he had just received.

"No problem. I reckon you should get out of here, there are a few other bandit troupes around here, and they a'int holdin' their fire for no one."

"Will do, goodbye."

The woman nodded to him, turned back around, and sat down on the hood of a destroyed car.

Matthew eagerly bit into the meat, it was better than he could have ever hoped, especially out here in the wasteland. He took a look at his Pip-Boy, he was slowly making progress...

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

Dafuq...

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Spoiler:

You've never met a hardened killer with a heart of gold?

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

Bandit: Ohai, random stranger. I'm a bandit, but here's some good eats.
Wanderer: Thanks, me brodah. You don't turn much of a profit, do you?
Bandit: ... You're right.
Wanderer: If you just took all my stuff, you could probably buy yourselves a whatever you wanted! My pip-boy alone must be worth-
Bandit: Okay, point taken. Hands in the air, assh*le. And get your mitts off of my jerky.

[Kerr]

Spoiler:

They don't sound like bandits. They just sound like people.

[Frost Mage]

Spoiler:

Excuse me for giving bandits some grey area.

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

Evil bandit: Shoots, loots.
Grey bandit: GIMME YOUR [&@%!] STUFF

[MARS]

Spoiler:

Added 10 years to the RP's date so that there are no more Super Mutant inconsistencies.

[Minor Edits]

Brown's curiosity was piqued by the sudden arrival of the blue behemoth. If he was startled or scared by its appearance, he showed no indication. He simply studied the creature in silence and took another drag of his cigarette.

Spoiler:

Sorry if this was premature; I assumed from Mars' post that the matter was settled.