New Vegas: Blood Ties

Nevest gave his muffled reply to Yasmin, "I cannot say I possess many things," then patting the side of his thigh, "but this piece of clothing has much space for small-item storage..."

He looked to Tom, finishing his statement, "I believe the various pockets could store ten pints of blood or so, in case anyone of value needed a transfusion."
 
David looks around and says,"Well that guard is looking at us, but we are carrying weapons and he's probably just keeping any eye out for trouble makers. Or was it something else you were talking about, Carib?"
 
Pawnsy walked out of the wrangler empty bottle of nuka cola in his hand. He could feel the sun beating down on his bald head,if only he hadn't "lost" his hat in legion territory. He walked over to Midas, examining the area nearby in case some idiot got his arms blown off by the booby traps,but all seemed clear. Pawnsy turned behind him and slowly waved at the three children all eying Midas licking their lips. He guessed it would be better to wait outside for the group's "leader" considering he just walked through the poorest area with over 200 pounds of beef.

(Edit: I wasn't really thinking when I typed that but yes it would be fun having a pygmy brahmin following Pawnsy around)
 
(over 100 pounds isn't much, considering I only weigh about 120, and I'm 5'1" and kinda thin. Just though I'd point that out cause it was funny picturing this little brahmin)

Yasmin walked into Freeside with her rifle slung over her shoulder. It didn't stop the horny thugs and drug dealers from staring at every curve and tuck of her body, but it made them keep their hands and tongues to themselves.

She saw walked through until she saw the men and the ghoul quack standing in front of the Wtangler and strolled up, stopping next to Carib.

"No dramas I trust?"
 
Carib replied to David, "Its the feeling. Something that doesn't feel apart of Freeside. Walk these streets enough you know when your being sized up for a coffin. This feels more like an observation."

The Ex-Ranger was about to light his smoke when Yasmin came with the crew. That voice, it made him smile inside. It wasn't love, or at least Carib didn't believe in puppy love, but he did like her.

"No drama, Boss Lady." he offered a smoke from the Big Boss pack of cigarettes.
 
Tom looked up at the Steeler, "So, what makes you stand by the brotherhood, after all..." Tom opened his arms as if pointing at the rest of Freeside, "Surely places like this, deserve the energy that you guys use?".
 
David sighed at Tom starting a discussion with the Paladin. David was neutral when it came to the brotherhood, their ideal was good, they were just to stubbourn and overzealous to look at in any other way than they saw it now.
Looking around, He tried to see anything that was unusual. He had only passed through here, so he didn't have as much experience as Carib, but now that he thought about it, things did seem a bit unusual. Nobody had attempted to steal from them or kill them, which was unusual given how much poverty was in this area. He followed Caribs example, and kept his wits about him, looking out for anything strange.
 
Yasmin smiled and accepted the cigarette from Carib, and let him light it up for her before blowing the smoke out of her nose. She listened to Tom as she looked around at the slum.

"Men in power fight about everything." she added in. "I say burn it all and let them squabble over how gets control of the ash."
 
Brad walked out of the Wrangler, scotch in hand. He took the Cowboy Repeater out of his bag.

"Let's see. Food, stims, .357 and 10mm ammo. I'm all set."

He suddenly felt weird. It was the feeling he got whenever he went on a black mountain raid and got ambushed by nightkin. He tensed his grip on the rifle and prepared for the worst.
 
"Now that Miss 'Boss' is here allow me to formally introduce myself to those of you I haven't met, I'm Pawnsy Leon Wasteland M.D" Pawnsy gave a quick bow trying his best to imitate an Orlean's gentleman " I am interested in joining your expedition,suicide march,assault whatever after hearing it involves the Brotherhood Of Steel" Pawnsy felt like an idiot saying that,maybe it was because he didn't have a hat on.
 
Yasmin raised her eyebrows. "Ok... But it doesn't actually involve them. My brother was Steele, but I count them getting him taken by fiends as his resignation. There's a chance that they would send a party to save him, but given that it is the brothrhood, I doubt it. And I plan to put a bullet in the skull of any of them that I see, so if you want in with them, we aren't the people to join."
 
Pawnsy smiled at the details "No, I wasn't hoping to become friends with them there's just a chance they have something I want. Now if your brother is alive you probably won't mind me asking him a few questions about the area now would you?"
 
She took another drag of the cigarette and blew it out. "Depends on what state I find him in. But before we get to that, what can you offer us? I'm not leading an expidition for people who want to ask questions. You need to pull your weight."
 
"No," Nevest coldly replied to Tom, "cesspools such as Freeside are the very reason the Brotherhood exists; permitting criminals and junkies, not to mention any real organized force, a laser pistol, is extremely dangerous. And what if, theoretically, such scum were to parade about in powered infantry armor? Do you realize how incredibly difficulty it would be to either subdue or neutralize such a person? Imagine Caesar's Legion outfitting their armies in T-51b, even if they kept their primitive weaponry. New Vegas would be a massacre."

He paused, allowing the gravity of such a reality to sink in.

"Once you take into account what the Brotherhood of Steel prevents, then you may see what good we do... but I'll hold my breath."

Another strange habit, if anyone had been paying attention, was that Nevest pronounced Caesar with the hard "C".
 
Brad looked around. He could tell the subtle difference in a place where someone with a stealth boy activated was. That's why he was brought on the Black Mountain raids. That and he wanted to see the radio equipment. After years of looking at science magazines with leaked photos of soldiers using stealth boys, his eyes adjusted to the point of noticing a person using a stealth boy.

There. He saw the person. He walked up to him, rifle in hand.

"Is there a reason for the stealth field?"
 
"Well I have a few talents I can bring to the table: One, I'm a ghoul so if you want me to walk into a nuclear reactor without melting instantly I'm your guy, Two I'm a wasteland certified doctor your friend with the I.V can tell you that, And Three I have brahmin who can carry all your supplies. I just have a rule,you warn me before touching my stuff I have things on there that can blow limbs off and almost blew some of mine off." Pawnsy rolled up his sleeves revealing his scarred right arm from a near miss.
 
Yasmin looked at his arm and saw....Scarred skin mixed with more scarred skin? And flakes and wounds.

"I'll take your word for it. But if you start turning feral, we will kill you. I'm not being racist, I actually like ghouls. But I don't know what makes you turn into psychos, so you'll need to warn me." She looked at him and thought hard.

A doctor wasn't something she'd usually take. One with a brahmin that needed to be cared for would make it a flat 'no'. But she didn't know how Evan would be. If he was alive, at the least he'd be hurt. Possibly hurt and addicted to drugs. She knew from experience with raiders that they'd had to take back from fiends that they'd sometimes get people addicted then let them go through withdrawals to torture them. Then her mind turned to the thought of Evan being tortured and she felt sick and her face paled.

“Right. You’re on. But make sure you don’t become a burden. We need to move fast, so your Brahmin has got to be quick on their hooves and we can’t risk out necks to protect it.”

That was two more people on. She felt they had enough, then noticed Brad was standing a way away from them.

“Brad? What are you doing?”
 
Shit, no point in hiding now.

Scythe stood up, automatically deactivating the stealth field. Unslinging his backpack, he set it on the ground, then reached up and removed the helmet portion of the stealth suit. Tucking it under his right arm, he took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the light, swinging his small ponytail off his shoulder. Just to be careful, his left hand found its way to the trench knife in the sheath attached to the back of his belt - just in case.

"I was doing some reconnaissance. I've been traveling for a few years now and if there is one thing I've learned - you can never be too cautious in a new area. Cannibals, slavers, raiders, I've seen it all. More than I'd care to. But I guess the cat's out of the bag now, I hadn't expected to be detected in this armor. That's a rare talent you have, spotting me. I assume you have some experience with stealth boys."
 
"Anyone can sense a stealth field. I just have experience spotting them. And don't worry, freeside isn't as dangerous as people make it out to be."
 
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