Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160720133828/@comment-5583506-20160723200049

"See anything?" snorted Ward.

Pestin stood on a pile of rubble and debris keeping a lookout for potential Raider camps. "I think I might have spotted one tiny and miserable little group of people who supposedly might call themselves Raiders", he shrugged. "Camp's full of skulls and whatnot. Kind of reminds me the Old Man's sanctuary."

"So... we are going then?" said Famian and looked askingly at his elder sister. She was the one who made the calls anyhow.

Deaphanie nodded. "Yup. Just remember to take at least one of them alive. No point in pulling the weed up entirely, without making sure that there are some roots left underground."

"Gotcha, so how are we doing this? By stealth or... what the fuck?"

Famian trailed off as he saw that Ward had already begun to move in the direction of the camp with his revolvers raised.

The young man in the hoodie sighed. "Nevermind, what I just said."

Deaphanie snickered. "One would think that you had gotten to learn our brother by now."

"Yeah, I guess so. Impatient asshole..."