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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
3/30/2016 9:14:27 PM
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[i]Alex Wilson stood for a moment, his fave covered by his X-01 MKVI helmet, its eyes glowing an orangish-red, his T-60F armor sparking with the energy of his Tesla shielding. The armor was painted gunmetal grey, but blood was splattered across his helmet, and a phoenix had been etched into the right side of his armor's chest-plate. Atop his right shoulder, an M2HB .50 caliber machine gun, atop his left, the skull of an alpha male deathclaw. Two bandoliers crossed his chest, belts of .50 BMG rounds. A gunbelt crossed his waist, and two S&W Model 500 magnums sat at his hips. A boot knife could be seen strapped to his leg, and a thin port was visible at the top of his right gauntlet. On his back, a cloak, the Old World flag, tattered and torn, blowing in the breeze, occasionally exposing his MG3 and his Remington 870MCS pistol-grip.[/i]
This is what you -blam!-ers do now? Damn this place is degrading...
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I like the West better. Not so drab, and more people to sell stuff too and kill for stuff to sell.
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I've mostly stayed in the North-East myself. [spoiler]I didn't tell Maya this, but used to be part of a Gunner gang. Got wiped out by BoS, I shut myself down in a small room, and they found me. After that...[/spoiler]
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[b]..........[/b]
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...shit...
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Oooh the Talon Company knock-offs? I usually hunt them for the good gear to sell...
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Yep. After I got taken in by the Brotherhood, they outfitted me with some tech. Eye laser enhancements, some new blades, hidden Laser Rifles that could replace the blades by transforming, more armor, all of that crap.
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So what you're telling me is, I should scrap you and sell you for parts?
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Unless you want to have blades sticking from your neck, or disintegrated, or at least torn to shreds, please... From your original reaction at my existence, it seems you dislike me greatly...
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You can try, hotshot, but you ain't doin' too much to power armor, particularly a heavily modified set using technology from a whole different dimension back before the Great War.
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So you're from another dimension too...
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No. I'm from the same one you are, from some town in NCR territory. I'm just hella well-traveled outside of that dimension.
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Really? Last I recall, mine was where the Brotherhood had annihilated half of their enemies, and cloned multiple versions of...yours truly.
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Eh. I think we're from different derivatives of the same timeline. Shit's weird that way.
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Maybe... The Brotherhood is quite powerful where I was.
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*stands between both of them. Hands up* [b]NO. I SAID NO. FIGHTING. NONE. ZILCH. ZERO. CAPICE?! JUST CHILLAX! [/b]
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[b]A dirty mouth is more truthful. [/b] *winks* [b]But our friend here needs to feel welcomed. He may not be able to leave for awhile lest he explodes.[/b]
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[spoiler]outside the dojo gates. I haven't been accepted yet[/spoiler] [b] You certainly seem in need of a drink... And couches... Well. I had all this stashed away in my Shadow realm and decided to invite a group to join me.[/b]
