Fallout: Blood and Sand

This was a difficult question. W Hat had those men called him a while back. "STEVE IS... MUTIE!!"

Cherchekov chuckles in his grating Russian accent a hint of nerves in his voice "That's all I wanted to know, Steve. Where are you going, anyway?"

edited 23rd Apr '11 4:31:57 AM by RevolverZen

"STEVE NOT KNOW!! STEVE NOT CARE!!"

Cherchekov looks up at the Supar Mutant "How about you come with me then, my large green friend?" Obvioulsy trying not to get on his bad side.

edited 23rd Apr '11 4:31:08 AM by RevolverZen

A beat. "OKAY!" Steve then ran at full tilt towards the man, coming to a stop in fornt of him. It became readily appearent that Steve was not very smart.

Cherchekov tries not to jump "Okay." He says slightly shakingly "But please don't run into me." He moves around Steve and continues to walk on, turning round to beckon Steve on with a wave from his right arm.

edited 23rd Apr '11 4:30:24 AM by RevolverZen

Steve followed, each step more like a stomp in comparison to Cherchekov.

Cherchekov's nervousness subsides, since he's still alive "Know if there are any towns nearby? Or ruins or anything interesting? Anything at all?" He says as he's walking, looking back at Steve over his shoulder occaisonally at the super mutant following him, hoping the mutant will know something.

edited 23rd Apr '11 4:29:22 AM by RevolverZen

John glared at the strange Outsider. She wore strange garments, and held a rifle that showed signs of age. He stood stiffly in the breeze, nothing came to mind. He then realized that the Outsider had actually introduced herself. He slowly examined the woman, and awkwardly shook her hand...

"Howdy. I'm John. John Wilkins." He said slowly, before taking a step away. He felt like he was on an alien planet like the planets depicted in his old science comic books. Tyra, certainly spoke with a surprising complexity for someone lived outside, which made him confused because he was always told that Outsiders were either all dead, or barbarians. Plus, she said that she was a Scribe...possibly the descendant of someone in the U.S Military.

"I'd sure appreciate it if you don't mind me coming with you to your camp." John said, slowly saying each word as if he was speaking with a child. His eyes went to the rifle on the woman's back.

"Jesus Christ, that's a huge gun..."He murmured to himself, before he stared at the sand at his feet. This was not what he was told the world looked like...he felt alone, and naked out here.

edited 22nd Apr '11 1:05:36 PM by Grimedog

Tyra smiled warmly.

"Time to go back to camp, then.", she said. "Quick history lesson: Nope, we didn't all die. And few people went native. We're scavengers: We build shelter from scraps, gather ammo and supplies, and try to survive until the Earth stops being radioactive.", she said.

"Which, in any case, will take a long time.", she continued. "I'm a Scribe: A technician. I'm part of the Brotherhood of Steel. We're former military: Broke away from the crazy warmongers when they launched. We collect tech: We let outsiders keep peaceful stuff and defensive weaponry. The things a tyrant might use, we put away. As history has proven, you can't leave nukes on the hands of children.", she said, grinning.

edited 22nd Apr '11 3:26:05 PM by SavageHeathen

"STEVE NOT KNOW! STEVE JUST GOT HERE!"

Cherchekov dosen't turn round to ask Steve this question "Heard a big dam was around here, Steve. Do you know where that is?" He realised how pointless asking a Supar mutant this would be "Nah, never mind." He changes the subject, hoping to strike up conversation. "So, you know what dosen't make sense?" As if he's working up to the punchline of a joke. "The money around here." But it wasn't a joke, genuine confusion is in his voice. "Bottle caps, I mean these!" he holds a bottle cap between his thumb and forefinger up for Steve to see "What the fuck? But not as funny as in Russia, we use bullets as money. Bullets! Who thought that up!?" His tone turning to annoyance exceptionally quickly.

edited 23rd Apr '11 4:27:26 AM by RevolverZen

Steve remained silent. He wasn't much for small talk.

Cherchenkov is obviously annoyed "Was it like. 'Well, if any of us are still alive after the apocalypse, we can all be communists again. So, we won't need to bullets to shoot shit.' How fucking wrong they were." He chuckles, but not out of humour "Looks like we need bullets and guns, specially in Moscow and it's metro system, but here, you can live nicely in a town." He sighs, his annoyance subsided by Steves silence. "So, Steve, ever heard of Vegas?" He dosen't seem all that enthusiastic about the question.

edited 23rd Apr '11 4:14:48 AM by RevolverZen

"NO!"

Cherchenkov pockets his bottle cap as he continues to walk !Where d'we go then...?" He looks around, confused "Let's head... Uh..." he gets a compass and a map out of one of the pouches on his torso amour "East?... Maybe." He says as he keeps walking in the same direction. While putting his compass and map back into their pouches and buttoning them up again with a pop.

edited 23rd Apr '11 4:22:49 AM by RevolverZen

Steve shrugged. He could really care less where he was going, as long as there was fun to be had.

Cherchekov sighed, and then looked back at Steve, "It's good your quite... Y'know." Obviously treading carefully not to offend the Mutant "No nail on chalkboards voice to whine at me. You just stay quiet." He's speaking like it's from a past experience. "Refreshing to have some company, especially if it's non-annoying company..." He sighed again and faced forward.

He kept walking.

edited 23rd Apr '11 12:41:44 PM by RevolverZen

As Brown walked along the road toward the settlement whose name escaped him at the moment, he saw two figures headed in his direction. One appeared to be a human, and the other was...

"A Super Mutant? For fuck's sake, it's like the world's conspiring to give me a migraine."

He reached for his revolver with his free hand.

Chercekov would likely notice the figure of a man standing a ways away, holding something large slung over his shoulder.

edited 24th Apr '11 1:39:46 PM by ReDead

Cherchekov stopped, he waves to the man in the distance, trying to show he's not hostile and to make the other mans intentions known. "Hello! Who's out there!?" But he keeps his Kalash level at his hip, he can still fire from the hip.

edited 24th Apr '11 1:50:04 PM by RevolverZen

"I'm not much for introductions," a gravelly, rasping voice called back. "You can call me Deputy Brown."

"You realize you've got a Super Mutant following you around?"

edited 24th Apr '11 1:50:47 PM by ReDead

Steve looked at the man in the distance. He drew his makeshift hammer, putting every ounce of his concentration into not charging at him, screaming like a maniac. "HELLO!"

"A super what, Deputy?" He calls back in his slavic accent.

"Are you coming over here, or what? I'm Cherchekov, I like introductions, you know where you stand after them." He says jovially, he still hasn't lowered his Assault rifle.

edited 24th Apr '11 1:58:03 PM by RevolverZen

Deputy Brown relaxed slightly, though his hand still hung near his gun. He began walking toward Cherchekov and Steve. The object he had slung over his shoulder seemed to be some kind of animal that he was holding up by the tail.

"How the hell do you not know what a Super Mutant is? Are you a Vaultie?"

edited 24th Apr '11 1:59:48 PM by ReDead

Cherchekov lowers his AK, his finger off the trigger. "I'm not from around here. What's a vault? Is it like a bunker or a metro?" He looks at the animal Brown is carrying. "What is that?" He asks in his thick Russian accent.

edited 24th Apr '11 2:03:28 PM by RevolverZen