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I'm leaving for my honeymoon cruise tomorrow - if this starts back up while i'm gone for a week, just bot me 'til I'm back!
Sorry for my own absence - I'm in Florida, and the storm knocked out our power so I haven't kept on top of this game.
"What the hell is going on!?" Vonya yells, trying to steady himself.
Tom was growing irritated at all this technobabble and the room in general, and made his displeasure loudly apparent to Vonya. The hulking man opted to instead dig through his bag of goodies for a pick-me-up.
Vonya pulls the drawstrings closed on his rucksack and slings it back over his shoulders and onto his huge, rippling back. With a grunt and a gesture with his arm, he offers to continue helping the old mechanic up the next flight.
Shooting Seth a blank stare from behind his mask, Vonya only procures some recognisable painkillers. "Nice try old man. We'll sort that issue out later after we cracked this d!ck'edz skull. Take two of these and see me in the morning" he says, passing the painkiller bottle over.
Seeing Seth's face contort with pain, Vonya remembers that he has a f*ckton stash of the good sh*t. He rummages around to produce something for the old volcano.
Thanks guys!
Cocking his head to examine the strange blue vial, Vonya felt conflicted. On the one hand, the promise of a strange and possibly powerful drug tempted him. On the other hand, Tom grew eerily quiet around Pallor and Von wasn't sure why. There'd been occasions where he'd lost portions of his memory, pure blackouts, and he'd been told that he'd been with Pallor for these moments. "Maybe later," he muttered to the brainer. Turning his attention to Seth, he asked "We keep goin' old man or try this floor?"
Grinning madly inside his mask, Vonya starts to laugh to himself at the proceedings. He'd never been sure if the filters in Tom ever really worked but he didn't seem to be too altered by this weird gas. Granted, he'd just broken someone's arm over insulin. He was starting to wonder if maybe the gas had been affecting him and Tom.
Vonya moves to help the old mechanic outta here and up a level.
Sorry for my lack of posting lately - I have family visiting and my wedding next week! If I start to hold the group up please auto me to keep things rolling. Also sorry to hear you have to bow out Francis. I felt like we had started something special together!
DOes Francis' damage to us increase his Hx with us?
Laughing grimly to himself over the dumb ringing in his ears, he looks up at the motherf*cker who was possibly about to end things for Von. "Didn't think you had the balls to fire it" he yelled, unaware of how loud he was being. "Tellin' ya though, this ain't gonna go down easy. I'm a hard man to kill. Lotsa f*ckers have tried. The last time," he paused, and chuckled to himself.
Going Agrro:
When you go aggro on someone, make it clear what you want them to do and what you’ll do to them. Roll+hard. On a 10+, they have to choose:
• Force your hand and suck it up. • Cave and do what you want. On a 7–9, they can choose 1 of the above, or 1 of the following:
"Get the f*ck outta my way, and off my back. We got bigger fish to fry right now. You got my respect for firing that f*ckin rocket but test me any further and you won't like it. I promise you that I will, though."
Vonya was too slow to realise what was going on, but started laughing when he did. Chortling as he did it, he moves to hunch down and rugby tackle Francis by the waist.
Vonya huffs and puffs loudly, still staring unwaveringly into the eyes of Francis, waiting for a response.
"On pure principle, you ballsy bastard, I'm not gonna hand them off right now. But I will give 'em to the kids. We got a bigger problem to deal with first. I'm not gonna use em to shoot up - if it don't get me high, it's no use to me." What I originally wrote...
Tom was speechless at the newbie's crazy play. Vonya too was stunned by the balls on this c*nt. Tom started guffawing in Von's ear.
After twitching for a couple seconds, Vonya replied slowly, with a low growl before rising to a crescendo of screams and spittle. "A murderer? Yes. If you aren't nowadays then you're in the dirt anyway. Son of a b*tch? Probably, don't remember her. Thief? THIEF?? [i]YOU CUCKOLD SONUVA C*NT DON'T HAVE NO F*CKIN' RIGHT TO CALL ME A DAMNED THIEF. I WORK FOR EVERYTHING I EVER GOT IN THIS GO'FORSAKEN WORLD." He took a step forward, closing the gap between the two. "Let everyone else out of this and fire it. They didn't ask for this bullsh*t."
Tom disagreed with the brainer's suggestion immediately. Need a high, not a trip. We're going to battle. F@!~ it all, GAAAAH, we keep MOVING 'til we are in the clear to shoot up, eh? Vonya shakes his head at Pallor in a respectful manner, then turns his attention back to to Francis. Tom whispers something. Vonya mutters under his breath, and shoves past Francis. Pointing at Runner with his new pipe, Vonya says "Road-boy is right, we'll finish this later." Directing his masked glare at the newbie.
Vonya pictured the little weasely lookin' kid and his emancipated frame. He could feel his heart strings twitch. Who the f*ck is this guy? Tom whispered. He's not treating you with respect, Von, so he doesn't deserve sh*t!
He stepped forward, to impose himself over the smaller man. "Are you accusin' me of being a THIEF!?" Vonya hissed, spittle flying from his mouth.
Yeah Tom can be hit or miss really. Depends on his mood and if he's taken a shine to you.
Vonya you've been having a tough day, you NEED these drugs, DESERVE THESE DRUGS. Tom whispered, nay SHOUTED in Vonya's ear. After finding the insulin, Vonya closed his bag up and turned to the smaller man. "I may or may not have some, and if I do, I will think about giving you some. A completely unrelated question - does insulin get you high?" Vonya asked of the man.
Vonya could already feel Tom scratching at his brain at this new guy's suggestion. He wants MORE than just insulin, you know he does. This stash is YOURS lad YOURS. Vonya turns his back to the wethead newbie, and looks into the bag to see if there is anything even remotely labeled 'insulin'.
Breathing heavily, barely able to contain his urge to start shooting up right now, Vonya recognises that someone was talking to him. Cocking his head to the side like a curious hound, he sizes up the fresh face - it was no one he knew, and thus his respect for this person was at it's lowest. "Who are you, we wonder? Not seen you around before."
Ignorant of the scene around him, Vonya hums a merry tune under his breath as his pack swells with goodies.
Dammit Mooshy are you making me choose between a fix and the kids gettin' insulin??
Itching at his arm, Vonya takes huge strides to immediately beeline towards the pharmacy. He mutters under his breath as he goes, and his head occasionally twitches to the side.
Just improved! Here it is: get +1weird (max +2) Gonna help me talk to ol' Tom for advice.
"Didya just say the name of a fruit?" Vonya asks incredulously, peering around the corner at the now dormant turrets. "Anyways we're burning daylight, better keep moving right? I wonder if Tom has a plan" Vonya wonders aloud.
Norman (AKA Tom): you seek the advice of your mask. Roll+weird to see what it directs you to do.
On a 10+ mark experience and take +1forward if you do as your mask wishes. On a 7–9, take a +1 if you do what it wants and act under fire if you don’t. On a miss, it has its own agenda and act under fire if you don’t follow it.
No worries man, take it easy!
"Ya sure you don't want me to just rush in and smash 'em? Cute, maybe, but they'll tear some pretty holes in ya." Vonya growls to the others. He cared little for machines unless they facilitated death and pain, and only when they didn't do that to him. While he waits for a decision, he playfully swings his purdy new weapon around, occasionally tossing it up in the air and catching it with a meaty slap.
"He looks better than I do." Vonya grunts as he gets up to tower over the others. He sets about reloading his magnum, and offers the Super Sledge back to the gruff mechanic. "Gimme a sec to find somethin' good in close quarters, and I'm good to go Chief."
Hot s~+* that sounds cool! As a GM in real-life for two Dungeon World games I'd be interested in getting involved. What timezone & time would this be taking place?
Tom's whisperings grow more intelligible when Vonya spots Pallor enter. The smaller, strange creature had a weird effect on Vonya's psyche and had a strange hold over the hulking slab of muscle. Vonya grew even quieter seeing Runner. Tom had always sworn that Runner looks exactly like they used to, before the fires.
Vonya nods in thanks and grimaces as the pressure on his torso sets in. Sat around, poking the brained mutie with the hilt of the supersledge. Grunting with pain, he gets up at the sound of the honking and waves at the vehicles inhabitants. "Chief, Volcano, Dust - I think we gots reinforcements!"
As the younglings storm the lobby and step over the dead muties, Vonya weakly waves up at the others the floor above. He gently presses at the fresh wounds that will soon scar his body. "Oi, you lot." Vonya wheezes as the one of the braver kids gets close to him to inspect the half-face super mutant. "Got any stims, or any pick-me-ups? I could sure do with some medical 'tension." He pulls back a bloody glove with a wet squelch to reveal an open wound on his shoulder, to prove his point.
Sad to hear that Chief :/
Vonya can feel the adrenaline in his veins ebbing away, and the raw unbridled pain of his recent injuries are coming back to gnaw away at the edges of his very being. His vision blackened and he felt a wave of weakness wash over his head. He grabs onto the chainblade and tugs it out of the mutie's chest, spraying himself in gore and viscera before he can turn the blasted thing off. He staggers over to the entrance, to get himself in sight of the kids. He tries his best to weakly signal them in, to stop them throwing damn sh*t inside and hurt him further.
Defend Something you Hold:
To defend something you hold, a position, person, or thing, exchange harm, but first roll+hard. On a 10+, choose 3. On a 7–9, choose 2. On a miss, choose 1:
• You inflict terrible harm (+1harm). • You suffer little harm (-1harm). • You hold it decisively against your enemy’s advance. • You impress, dismay, or frighten your enemy.
Wielding the super sledge with a loud grunt, Vonya lifts it and aims a shot to knock the chainsaw weapon out of the mutie's hands. "I CAN SEE YOUR SKULL NUMB-NUTS!" he roars. "YOU'D MAKE A NICE MUG FOR COFFEE BUT I'M AFRAID I'M GONNA SHATTER THOSE PRETTY BONES O' YOURS!!" Vonya holds his ground and waits for the greenskin to make the first move into his position.
Groaning, Vonya pulls his revolver out of his belt and lines the approaching greenskin up in the ironsights. "Great idea Tom. We forgot about the f*ckin' grenades." He carefully starts squeezing the trigger.
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