Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180328155025/@comment-3293219-20180329160859

"Maybe it's the halloween masks hanging off your belts." Jerusalem shrugged, figuring that would be just as weird to them as a guy with cat ears.

At this point, she'd noticed some sort of store, just opposite the elevator, without another word, she decided to stop off there.

There was a lot of clutter around, parts, Vault Jumpsuits and a few things most likely procured from outside. Not much of it was worth much to a seasoned Wastelander.

A woman stood behind the counter, seeming rather perked up to see them.

"Oh, outsiders!" She said, as if her mouth had just caught up with her brain, that had just caught up with her eyes.

"Sorry, we must sound like a creepy cult, when we call you that but yeah, welcome to the store! Anything you'd like to unload or take with you?"

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The Lobotomite wasn't exactly staying still as he swung, what was the fusion core a few seconds ago, quickly morphed into the steel surrounding it. The bullet lightly pinged off.

Hamilton had jumped up onto a car, firing shots at the Lobotomite's head, from his experience, power armour was far from indestructible and this cobbled mess wouldn't last long under continued assault.