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  • The Confrontation

    Miranda blinked.
    "... Food. Fusion cells. Repairs for my RCW. Gun powder. Stimpacks. Water. Three pounds of junk electronics.. That's about it."

  • The Confrontation

    Miranda shrugged. "You can find old gas tanks around. The Courier Archive taught that we could create gas bombs with gas tanks and scrap electronics. There were several dozen ways to do it it said. And gunpowder can be used to seal wounds if it's needed." She blinked, talking more like a soldier now. Though she mentioned something about a 'Courier Archive'.

  • The Confrontation

    Miranda blinked, tilting her head too. "You.. Don't know about them.. Oh.." She coughed. "They're a bunch of stories and lessons written by the Courier. It's been passed down to the NCR personal and all the Brotherhood troops."

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    Miranda blinked, shuffling uncomfortably. "They're usually kept in holodiscs in most Brotherhood facilities. The original book he wrote them in was made a museum thing at the old Repconn rocket facility. "

  • The Confrontation

    Miranda paled. "... We're going to the Repconn facility aren't we. That place has artifacts and so many guards! We'll be done for!" She put her hands on her face. "Oh I wish the Outcasts were here. We'd be in less sh~t than we already are."

  • The Confrontation

    Miranda looked back up. "Well... We could get it from Dead Hill..." She cringed at the name. "It's where the old Brotherhood's secret bunker was. But now it's been reduced to a graveyard for heroes in the Brotherhood and NCR that died here. There are even a few of the Courier's friends buried there. A statue of Rex, his dog and a partner of his.. Rose .. Something Cassidy, have a statue along with MacNamara and General Oliver. As you can imagine though, not a lot of people go there... It's depressing. But I think a holotape copy of the Courier's Archive might be there."

  • Aim for the Head... (Zombie Apocalypse Sign up/RP)

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    Name: Sjvesky Charlemagne
    Nickname: Anvil
    Age: 34
    Gender: Male
    Ethnicity: Dutch and Russian
    Sexuality: Bisexual


    Statistics:
    Strength(1-10): 10
    Description of physical abilities:
    Starting a career in the police force at 22, Sjevsky has served long and hard for the good of the law. A mix of Dutch and Russian made him have the build of a warrior you'd see from stories, standing tall as roughly 7 feet tall. He weighs around 300 pounds, with his armor, 348. He has trained his body for endurance, dexterity, speed, and most importantly muscle mass. He is the literal description, of a tank. Along with his riot armor, he fits the definition.



    Speed(1-10): 2


    Agility(1-10): 5
    Describe abilities:
    Sjevsky sure knows how to move, but a zombie apocalypse makes you paranoid you know? He never leaves his armor, even when going to the bathroom or eating. You can't even see his face clearly in that helmet of his.


    Intelligence(1-10): 5
    IQ(Average is 100-103):93
    Description of what they know:
    He always says he just needs to know essentials. Guns, how to make them, how to fix them, how to load them. What to do when this and that, blah blah. He can't solve heavy math, but he can sure find a way to survive in a situation.


    Mental state(1-10): 3 out of 10
    Any mental disorders?(If so, be realistic.): He's gotten a bit demented and schizophrenic, but has otherwise taken the situation very well. He does however require human company at all times. He gets indescribably lonely, and then starts to talk to himself.
    Anything else:


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    Weapon(s)(If any): He has a machete. He also has his classic riot shield. This is a classic, metal shield from his Russian side of the family. Large with an opening to see, it's made for a man of regular height. However thanks to him, he puts it to shame when in size. He's painted a black cross on the shield.
    He does have a pistol on him, but he distastes having rifles or bigger guns, even though he could use them with excellent aim. But if he has a gun in both hands, how is he gonna lug his shield around? He does like that thing. It's saved him more than once.
    If he has a gun, he'll usually pick pistols over heavier things. He prefers being cover while everyone else picks off the zombies, but he's smarter than going straight against a horde.


    Clothing: He wears some riot armor. That's about it. Nothing else.
    Other possessions: A backpack for carrying stuffs.
    Will they die?: I don't plan to until the end of this roleplay, in which he gives up his life to save everyone or something.


    Other: I cannot reiterate how slow he is. He is the tankiest of tanks. He can jog very lightly, enough to be faster than a zombie, but he isn't gonna race you or make it out of a falling building.
    Codeword:Aim for za head.

  • The Confrontation

    Miranda grinned, following. "We can kill two birds with one stone. We can go to Dead Hill and it'll lead us to Novac. Might see some desert scorpions though. They get big." She still had a smile. Dead Hill was once Hidden Valley indeed. But with such a memorable place... Surely, they would be spotted.

  • The Confrontation

    The sound of music did lighten the mood, at least for Miranda at least. She did like Mr. Vegas' radio station, even if he was a mystery no one can seem to find.

  • The Confrontation

    Watched too. However she soon saw the path entrance that would lead them to Dead Hill. "Lucky for us they cleared this path a while ago, huh?"

  • The Confrontation

    Maybe................................................................................



    Miranda didn't seem to be in any kind of fear. Infact, her guard was quite down.

  • The Confrontation

    Large clawed tracks now littered the ground. It was a rather unorganized path. Left, right, forward, backward, the tracks were reptilian in nature but... It seemed like it didn't know where it was going, or it was smart enough to leave confusing tracks. Claw marks now decorated the walls.


    "... I.. I don't like the look of this." Miranda slowed herself down so she'd be next to Serina, then she abruptly tried to take her hand. If there was an animal nearby, they'd at least thing they're a bigger one..