This thread is here to wrap things up from the Fallout: New York "At World's Fair" RP series. It's not really meant for joining but rather to tie up some loose ends of that particular RP. You're free to read of course.
This thread is here to wrap things up from the Fallout: New York "At World's Fair" RP series. It's not really meant for joining but rather to tie up some loose ends of that particular RP. You're free to read of course.
(I posted this on the old thread but I figured that I'd repost it here...) "That's okay... I don't know if I'm going the whole trip, I'll see what comes up." The Ginger nut said, with a forced, pained smile.
Kayleigh did just that and travelled with Tanner and Rock for some time before they eventually parted ways. Kayleigh found a place in the Commonwealth and though it was hard, leaving Tanner, she knew that it had to be done. In truth, she had hoped that with her out of the way, Tanner and Pan could be together, though she wasn't counting on it too much...
Kayleigh's experience, out in the wastes, proved useful to a number of people. Caravan guards, rich people looking for hirelings and she eventually landed herself a job, working for Diamon City's law enforcement. After a few years, Kayleigh left her position behind and vanished, until eventually returning to the commonwealth, working at a Settlement known as Sanctuary Hills...
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Rock was left with no purpose and so, he wandered east. He had heard that Supermutants existed on the East Coast. Realising that they lacked purpose or a goal, Rock decided to band them together, in an attempt to create a second unity. He called himself their 'Shephard' and commanded them under that name.
Though Rock's attempt to resurrect the unity ended poorly, he died as all Supermutants and Nightkin wanted to, with a Hammer in his hand.
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Richard Dyner's body was never found, not that anyone looked. The Ghoul had staggered out of the ruins, on his own and had wandered off, into the city.
It is unknown what became of Dyner, if he went feral, ended his life before he got to that stage or managed to find a cure. One thing is for certain though, he walked away from that ruin and so, there will always be potential as considering that it's Dyner, he likely went on to do great things before his end...
(This RP was great! Sorry for the pacing issues, most of them were my fault as it has been a strange, tiring and in some places rocky few months. I'm sad to see it end really but at least there's potential to go on. :D)
The former ghoul who had been named Russel Washington, called himself the Boss, and now took the name Hades as his own, crossed the the dirt to the Red Rocket station in front of him. His rifle rested on his shoulder, and three scavengers were in his sights, picking scrap from rubble. Days had passed since he'd last seen a living person and his descent into insanity, the conversations with the fervent voices in his mind, had only worsened.
They didn't notice him until he was only ten feet from their backs, and he dropped his rifle to the ground with a thud.
They turned around slowly, to set eyes upon him, and all three looked thoroughly horrified.
"What the- what the fuck is that?"
Hades said nothing, staring out at them from glowing green eyes, lacking an iris, pupil, or white. He was like something out of a nightmare, or maybe the Old Testament.
"Behold, I stand at the door an knock." Hades declared.
They drew fast, baring pistols of all varieties, and opened fired on him. Hades stood stone still as the bullets richochetted off in different directions, unable to even injure him. Three guns clicked empty. The scavengers stared at him, dumbfounded and in terror.
Hades cocked his head at them, and frowned slightly.
"The Lord came with many thousands of His holy ones, to execute judgment upon all." Hades mumbled, holding out his hand, into which a rusty, ancient nail floated, the scavengers watching with wide, frightened eyes.
"Therefore I said to you that you will die in your sins." The nail shot towards them.
When they lay dead, blood wetting the dirt, he pulled the clothes from the largest of them, and wore them himself: a shirt of no colour, a worn out duster, athletic gloves, and a faded pair of jeans. The large man had had small feet, but one of the thinner scavengers had had a fitting pair of combat boots. Outfitted, he lifted Almighty back onto his shoulder, but took one last thing from the ground: their sack of salvage. He dumped it, cut two eye holes with a sharp piece of metal, and then pulled the sack over his head. All of him was covered, save two glowing eyes, which peering out from behind the cloth.
He walked west again, head down, talking to himself. If the scavengers had run across him sooner, they'd have realized that the verses they'd heard where not simply for them.
"And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire; and ye shall hew down the graven images of their gods, and destroy the names of them out of that place.
For whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles in one point, he has become guilty of all."
Hades had an agenda, a convoluted one of his own mind's making, but distinct enough to be understood.
(One for Tanner shortly.)
Tanner had been sad to see Kayleigh go when she left, and Rock when the mutant had backtracked to the east. He'd never had many friends in his life-- he had been unpopular in school, both because he didn't buy into the macho-military-dogma the rest did, and his status as the Elder's son had scared everyone else-- so he he'd been sorry to seem them go, Kayleigh especially. He hadn't thought on it much when he'd said his good-byes, but it hit him later that he'd never see them again.
That had left him and Pan. Tanner hadn't realized the precarious situation he had been, with she and Kayleigh, until years later in life. A wiser man would've never put himself on edge between two women in such away, but Tanner had made it through the ordeal unscathed. The pair had quickly given in their feelings for each other, which Tanner learned even quicker that he liked very much.
His life had seemed to be looking up-- he'd been healed, he'd found love, and he was returning home to his family. But halfway to the Crossroads he had run into the Boss. Or, what had been the Boss. Only 'Hades' had remained in the ghoul's place. The creature had attacked Tanner out of the blue, wounding him, raving nonsense. Tanner had only figured out who it was after his powers of deduction had led him to realize that Hades had doped with the FEV, and it had had devasting effects on his radiation-scrambled DNA. Tanner had attempted to reason with him, to no avail, but had gotten a glimpse of what Hades had been thinking. He had blamed Tanner's existence, the fact that the boy was a psyker-- a mutant-- on Hades' own now horrific existence. If Hades carried that line of thought to all mutants, and it didn't seem to be much of a stretch for someone as out of his mind as the new god was, then there could've been devasting consequences.
The conflict with Hades had caused him to come to the conclusion that the former ghoul needed to be stopped, no matter the cost. And Tanner, as possibly the only other psyker anywhere close to Hades' strength in existence, was the one to do it. Besides, if the Boss had been himself, he would've screamed for Tanner to put him down.
So even as he and Pan settled down, and started a family, he never forgot his promise or his mission.
(Will do a two blog posts soon that elaborate more on the Tanner/Hades thing)
As Pan and Tanner settled down, the young God got busy pretty quickly. Living in the Crossroads gave the Queen of Neverland easy access to many people, and she made sure to begin getting the word out about who she was and what she was doing.
To the surprise of some, Pan developed quite a following across the Midwest, and she gained five special disciples, her 'Lost Boys,' who carried out her whims. The Goddess Pan had gained a pretty good life for herself.
Even though the Brotherhood of Steel still refused to arm her followers and help her build a cathedral...