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| technoRomancer | Dec 8 2015, 06:37 PM Post #151 |
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Pokémon Trainer
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The moment it was apparently safe, Joe had already begun rummaging frantically through the crates in the back of the truck - no telling how much time they had until some other threat showed up. "Yeah, uh, I'm okay. There's usable stuff in here, we better grab what we can and go before we attract more attention..." Mesmerized by the sapling's disappearance into the ball, Grimer stared for a good twenty seconds before sliding around to envelop the ball into its mass, then schlorped over to Christime and presented itself and the Pokeball - it seemed the blob understood on some level what she was doing. OOC
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| Robot | Dec 8 2015, 06:55 PM Post #152 |
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Giant Mecha Enthusiast
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Once he's finished his cigarette, Cecil leaves the Elekid with Amber and the rodent. He beckons Boneyard to follow him around inside of the trailer, intentionally avoiding making eye contact with the tech as she smiles at him. Tucking his head a little lower into his collar, he can feel his cheeks warm as he sets about fishing through the vault tech crates for anything of definable use. 630 Food Scrap found, in the form of small packets of dried fruits, and some heavily salted, jerked meat. 7 Perception Roll |
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| Dark Shadow | Dec 8 2015, 06:56 PM Post #153 |
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"Ugh..." Christine said, staring at the Grimer. She'd had to deal with enough sights and smells in the medical bay, but this...really was something else. Why was it coming towards her? "Oh. Is that another one? Do I need to take care of this one too? Oh, and I suppose you, also." She releases the...small treelike creature from the proffered ball, and pulls out her medical kit, getting to work on both the morass... somehow, and the tree, which was almost equally odd, being... more like rock than flesh. After that she looks to see if there was anything that she could use to find to replenish her stocks. Sadly...while there was a fair amount of things, not much of it was medical. At least it was enough to roughly bring her back to the levels she left the vault with. Mechanics
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| Lockdown | Dec 9 2015, 02:03 PM Post #154 |
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I SEEE YOUUUU
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The little mouse looks between Amber, offering the pokeball, to the squat yellow humanoid that Cecil's 'dex has labled an "Elekid". After a moment, it gives another squeak, and taps the pokeball, getting sucked in and synced to the ball easily. Bunnie, you scan your new companion as he waddles back over, rummaging through the shredded cushions for several minutes. Munchlax, the Big Eater pokemon. These pokemon, like their evolved forms, were engineered as biological waste disposal units, with stomach acid capable of melting down even bone. It eats voraciously, up to its body weight per day, and will even store food for later in its long fur. Synching with pokeball. Subject is using 7% of cull potential. The little Munchlax finally finds what it was looking for, popping up and handing Bunnie a strange, dark grey stone with odd pock-marks and a slightly metallic sheen when turned in the light. Huh? Going through the crates in the two smashed open trucks, you find a number of foil-sealed packets that are probably still safe to eat. You recognize them as emergency rations from the Vault. Bland and not really all that tasty, but they're filling, high in vitamins and fiber, and they're pretty much indestructible. More tempting are the number of berry bushes and plants that Boneyard is sniffing at and nibbling on, growing around the truck frames. There's plenty of juicy berries, and from the ancient field guide that Joe had studied back when he was younger and still had hopes of leaving the Vault, he recognizes mint, chamomile, and several other herbs that he'd only seen in pictures before. Cecil, as you nose around the front truck, you notice two things. The first is that concealed under the layers of plantlife, is a faded biohazard symbol on the side of the truck. The other is that in the front cab, which looks like it sort of exploded outwards, is an ancient holodisk, the kind that messages and games can be recorded on. It looks like it still works. Amber, as Joe is tossing crates aside, looking for more food, something catches your eye. A small toolkit, with intricate tools and parts you're not familiar with has spilled slightly. The crat it came from has other mechanical parts and bits and bobs contained within it as well. You might be able to use these for something... And there's the broken remnants of the pokeball that had failed still lying on the ground. ?_?
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| Dark Shadow | Dec 9 2015, 03:21 PM Post #155 |
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After rooting through the truck looking for medical supplies, Christine knew that there was one thing that she had to get out of the way, before it festered like an untreated wound. She goes to find Cecil, and snaps at him, "What the hell were you thinking, trying to push me out of the way of helping Clement back there? Excuse me if I don't do things the way you want, but I've been trained in how to do one thing in life. And that's be a medic. My job - my duty, my oath - is to do what I can to stop the suffering in others. So that's what I'm damn well going to do, DeLoria. So next time, let me do my job, and I'll deal with the consequences myself." She softens a bit, tirade over. "But, don't worry. I'll make sure to not die on you guys." |
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| Slytherclaw | Dec 9 2015, 06:35 PM Post #156 |
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Storyteller
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After the small pokemon vanishes into the ball, Amber smiles tightly. She wants to release it, but... Better to help out! She pockets the ball and wanders, helping to find stuff. Besides a few mechanical bits that she finally shoves into her bag to sort later, the kit...she has absolutely no idea what it's /for/, but it certainly looks important. It might be useful once she had a better look at technology outside of the vault! She tucks it away, shrugging, and finally straights up and go back to the group. "I found some parts, not sure what I can put together with them, but there were some tools that looked like the might go together," She shrugs, vaguely distracted. The other seem to be busy with their own searches, so she takes a moment to collect the broken shells of the pokeball that exploded in case they might be useful. Leaning against a tree, she pulls out her pokedex and the two pokeballs she collected with their new contents and hums, seeing if the dex will scan through the balls. Either way, she'll release the Pichu. If the previous scan didn't work, she'll use it once the small yellow pokemon appears, leaving the sneasel inside its ball for now. The small pokemon seems a bit dazed, compared to its earlier excitable personality, but still somehow ends up scampering up on Amber's shoulder and nuzzling into the side of her head, holding onto her hair to keep its balance. It tugs a little, and she winces and tries her best not to dislodge it. |
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| technoRomancer | Dec 9 2015, 08:14 PM Post #157 |
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Stuffing herbs and berries into a padded pocket - it was a little dirty from carrying various tools and spare parts, but nothing that would spoil the food - Joe jerked to attention when he felt something damp tugging at his leg. The sight of the Grimer staring up at him did little to reduce his anxiety. He quickly withdrew the Pokemon, only for another ball to fall to the ground as it dematerialized, presumably the one he'd caught the sapling in. Grimacing as he picked it up, he wiped the viscous sheen it had accrued from the Grimer's grip off on his coverall and grudgingly scanned it with his Vault-dex. |
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| Robot | Dec 10 2015, 11:41 AM Post #158 |
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Giant Mecha Enthusiast
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Elekid rounded the trailer after Pichu disappeared into the Pokeball, giving Amber a few sideways looks on it's way. It finds Cecil sitting in the scrub beside a faded biohazard symbol. As Christine verbally set into him, the muscles in Cecil's face and neck tightened for a fight. "The next time you go looking to be helpful, maybe think for a damn second before you go charging headlong into a tense situation all doe eyed and bandages flying? Did you think for even one second that those claws wouldn't fall on you? You put yourself in a life or death situation for a goddamn animal! They're barely self aware for fuck's sake, and here you are 'no please, let me help you'?!" He got to his feet and took an aggressive step towards her. "What if it'd got reactionary with you?! I know full well in shots season you got punched at least once. You heard your fuckin' Dex, it's a goddamn psychic, supposed to be registered with some council or some shit! It's more dangerous then anything else we've encountered and you're playing doctor without even knowing what it was." Cecil spat and let out a long, fierce sigh, working his fingers through his bangs vigorously. "You're getting pissed at me because you're so blinded by your need to 'ease suffering' that you're putting everyone -here- AND -in the vault- at risk! Smarten the fuck up." Cecil backed off a little and jerked a hand towards the biohazard symbol. "That's probably relevant." His tone was more bored and annoyed now, and he turned away from her, settling his attentions on his find. Making his way out of sight of Christine and wanting nothing more to do with her in the moment, the boy turned the disc over in his hands a few times, admiring it, before he slats it into his Vault-Dex. First sort of whole tech they'd come across in their time abroad, may as well give it a once over. Edited by Robot, Dec 10 2015, 11:56 AM.
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| Dark Shadow | Dec 10 2015, 12:20 PM Post #159 |
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Christine opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it again. This was just something that they'd never see eye to eye on. God damnit, DeLoria. All life is worth something. I can't save it all, but I have to try. At least until it tries to kill us. But. Not. Before. She wanted to say all of that... but she knew it would just make things worse. "We'll see what comes to pass... One of us is going to have to give, eventually." she says to herself, leaving Cecil to look at...whatever he was looking at...waitasecond. "Be careful around that!" she cries, recognizing the symbol. "I don't know what it's referring to, but those symbols are never a good thing. Usually warning of something fairly lethal in some way or another." |
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| DavidHilm | Dec 10 2015, 07:02 PM Post #160 |
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Bunnie takes the Moon Stone from Miss Maples, looking it over. "Well this is awfully pretty. Thank you Miss Maples, that was super nice of you." She returns the Munchlax to her Pokeball and listens as Cecil goes off on Christine. She considered talking to him about it in private momentarily, but then remembered it would probably fall on deaf ears. His head was thicker than the Vault walls when he wanted to be. She shakes her head and begins wondering what exactly they should do about shelter. It would be getting dark before too long. |
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