Utterly Mad

"Yeah." Jove nodded in agreement and turned his attention back to the surroundings and current weather. He looked at the dirty snow and thought about how bad of a conversationalist he was. King of Hearts? Hah...

Zaweri frowns slightly as he sees the prisoner die. He didn't have a chance... he thought as he jumped aboard the RV.
"Get in, I am driving this thing to the armory!"

"Excuse me," Jove interrupts before his new partner could reply, "Is Joshua and Mordecai joining us in this caravan? Are you joining us?"

Seb's jaw went slack at the sight of the public execution.  He opened his mouth as his CO wandered off as if to say something but words wouldn't come, stolen away as swiftly as the Remnant's life was.  Swinging his head about, he noticed grunts across the yard who turned to look quickly return to their tasks, only a few lingering for longer than an instant as apprehension hung in the air like a thick fog.  A weight settled upon his spirit as he turned around, cast a blank stare at his bloodied foot and legguards and plodded towards Skyler while the corpse was dragged away. 

This isn't right, he thought.  Hasn't been right since the old CO got reassigned.

Glancing over at Zaweri, he waved at him halfheartedly.  "You..you do that." he said, barely audible.  The wolf mutant tapped Skyler on the shoulder who had been transfixed by the execution.  Seb motioned with his head towards a vacant supply tent.  Skyler turned to his apprentice and instructed him to continue handing out medicine before allowing himself to be led away by Seb. 

Spoiler: EXPOSITION READ IF YOU WANT I GUESS (hover to show)

Inside the tent Seb peered around, checking behind supply crates, sniffing and twisting his ears about to ensure that he and Skyler were alone inside.  Satisfied with his appraisal, the wolf leaned back on a crate, rested his right paw on the side of his head and looked upon Skyler, keeping an eye on the tent flap behind him.  Skyler peered up at the wolf from beneath his hat, a condescending expressing in his eyes. 

"I told ya, didn't I?"  Skyler's voice was a harsh whisper, not wanting anyone outside to overhear. 
"You did." A resigned sigh escaped the wolf's nostrils. 
"Knew that whitebread scum was bad news from the minute I saw him."
"Because he tried to shut down your hothouse?"
Skyler looked surprised, then offended.  "No!  Well, partially.  But just his manner at the induction ceremony that they insisted the town come out and see."
Seb raised an eyebrow.  "Menacing?"
"Yeah.  You'd have smelled it a mile away."
Seb nods.  "Already do.  Chalked it up to him projecting himself as the alpha."
"More to it than that as you can see."
"Yeah.  They wanted intel from your sister.  Got it for 'em, but still don't know what they want it for."
"You got Marge's stuff for 'em?  Should've said no.  You know how she feels about that business."
Seb shrugs.  "Didn't really think anything of it at the time.  Wondered what the higher ups would want with those crystals.  Still wondering.  Sarge isn't giving any clues."
Skyler frowns.  "Sure.  Now, what'd you reallly want to talk about?"
Seb's expression turned grim, and he stared down at the ground.  "I killed a man."
Skyler smirks.  "Really?"
The wolf stared directly into the human's eyes, who's smirk rapidly faded, concern coming over his features.
"Oh, like that.  What...what happened?"
Seb wrung his paws together as he explained.  "Clocked a man in the head, trying to knock him out.  Drew some blood.  I...I couldn't stop myself.  Tore his face open.  Could feel his cheekbones crack beneath my claws, teeth scattered everywhere.  I still smell the blood...had to force down enough bloodweed tea to kill an elephant."
Skyler stroked his beard in thought.  "Mmm...maybe...stress related?  There's been a lot goin' on recently.  With your promotion and all."
Seb eyes widened in fear, a shiver running up and down his spine.  "What if...what if the drug stops working?  And I lose it completely?  I...don't think I can deal with that again."
Skyler reached up, grabbed Seb by his broad shoulders and shook him, looking the wolf right in the eyes.  "Now, hold on.  You look at me here.  Don't. Panic.  They're still workin' for now.  I'll see if I can come up with somethin' stronger that has a similar effect.  In the meantime, I got those planters you wanted ready.  Just swing by and pick 'em up whenever.  I'll see what I'll have once this raid is over and done with."
Seb relaxed slightly.  "T-thanks.  Really."
Skyler shrugged.  "Just returnin' the favor.  Wouldn't even be able to do what I'm doin' if not for you.  Come on.  We shouldn't be keepin' those raiders waitin'."  He smiled and turned to leave, leaving Seb alone in the tent.  The wolf ran his paws down his muzzle, sighed deeply to steady his nerves and followed his human friend outside, putting on a calm demeanor for the sake of his fellows...and to keep those in the Sergeant's pocket off him.  He knew that Skyler would do what he could.  He'd just have to trust him.  Maybe...he'd have to pay a visit to another friend.  The one who afflicted him in the first place.

[[Sorry I kinda died... read all your posts. I'm trying to keep up with this, along with everything else. I've basically said fuck it to the lore thread, nothing will ever really be set in stone. Any lore text I write in the RP, I'll just copy paste into the Lore Thread, because I'm honestly tired of world building.]]

[[Also Hobocop and any other people, feel free to include other characters for yours. Honestly reading those bits between Seb and Skylar gives me a ton to work with in the long run. So don't feel bad if you want to "pause" the RP for some you know... RP. But as soon as the posts stop, after a certain time I'll just have to update.]]

Deliverance Co. Seba 3

With the grim reminder of how bad this world can get both being drug off, and walking away at the same time. You realize that you'll be doing more or less in just a few hours. The RV shakes as engineers hop in and out of the car, slamming on weapons like Brownings, gadgets like grappling hooks to tear armor away from cars, and piecing together metal sheets that can hardly be called "armor". Its almost time, some of the squad cars are already heading towards the north, where a wide-open plain of burned farmland awaits, with a huge band of raiders willing to kill and brutally tear apart anyone for the fertile land. Including their own.

The car ahead of you kicks up dust as it flies out of the gate, and the RV stops shaking as the Deliverance Co. engineers hop off the vehicle to prepare the next car for battle.

Seb: "Aye' Seb dere' you are. I got somefin special for yer' car!", the old Soviet armorer speaks as he pushes out a heavy-looking, green, wooden crate. "Its somefin' I cooked up myself, I wouldn't crack it open until after you're at the battle. Its a little something that involves melting, should chew through the smaller cars like a dog on a ham bone." He takes a moment and pats you on the back. "I know things seem touff. With the CO and all, but you have to realize that we're still technically fighting a war. It's against your own countrymen, and it maybe because I never really cared for the Americans, but do know I've killed my fair share of defectors back west."

He then slides a few cylinders of Bear ammo towards you. "But remember to find that one thing that keeps ya' human. Hold onto that, don't ever let that go." Before exiting the tent, he grabs a bright blue bottle of "Sketckiez Bottled Vodka" takes a long gulp and offers you some. "I already had the engineers install most of the goodies aboard your vehicle. Better not keep those savages up North a-waitin'!"


Broke Caravan

Jove: She looks at you unsurprised, "So you're the replacement? Well you seem to have your wits about you; Mordecai is an old fart that somehow still manages to make a straight line when... "exhuming" bodies or doing what a non-practicing surgeon would call, "surgery". Then you have Joshua, complete asshat that managed to become the leader of the group. Then finally you have Isaac whose most likely chasing after the pair, while Joshua doesn't care for him, and Mordecai doesn't mind him; I don't find him all that bad, he's quiet... and that's nice."


Isaac: You head up to see what looks like the owner of the establishment with his gun pointed at Joshua, Joshua is standing in the doorway of one of the better private rooms, and then you have Mordecai standing in the corner with what looks like a very angry "escort". "She tried to steal my wallet, of course I'm not going to pay!", Joshua shouts putting on his winter coat. "He's lying Rickie! HE SAID THAT I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR PAYMENT!" The escort shouts as she starts making certain gestures towards Josh that show her irritation even more. "W-what if he just payed half? That might work for the best, everyone gets payed and we can all move on with what we were doing. I'm pretty sure you're a lovely lady when you're in a better mood.", tried to calm the situation down to no avail.

Rickie then sticks the barrel of the gun straight into Josh's throat. "Either pay the lady or I give this room the 'scarlet' treatment.", Rickie threatens.

Isaac walked up and said "How much does her 'service' cost Rickie? Better we don't have a blood bath here." Then to Joshua "And you'll pay me back when we're out of here, all of the money understand?"

(((...and here's hoping I have money)))

Deliverance Co. Seba 3

The Soviet Man nods and heads back inside, most likely to drink himself into a nice nap. Everything around you and outside felt like a blur, people shouting orders; RVs, buggies, trucks, and cars all rolling out kitted with ridiculous amounts of fire power. It was your turn outta the gate, kicking dust behind your wheels as you sped off behind your fellow men to slaughter those who slaughter for fun. But aren't you techincally doing this for fun? Killing the "bad people" for the pleasure of dishing out some wasteland justice? Make of this silly narration what you will, because the CB suddenly cackles to life with your CO on the horn.

"Alright, no for a little more details on the 'savages we're up against. *clears throat* Mr. Fignick as he's called is wanted by Deliverance Corporate for the following, treason, murder, robbery, theft, manslaughter, manbutchering, r­ape, super-murder, and nearly every form of sh­it under the Sun. Don't think what you're doing is bad, these 'men' are savages, r­apists, arsonists, and murders. The last caravan of Deliverance guys they got, Jesus... they tore them limb from limb, strung their guts for miles, dragging their corpses all through the roads.

So...

Show them no quarter, they won't spare you and we won't spare them. They're known to have a large moving fortress comprised of several 18-wheelers all welded together with god knows how many "houses" built atop the containers. The four 'VIPS' is their leader, Fignick. The Warchief, SlashTelsa. One of their road warriors, Skids. And finally the fort driver, aptly named, SteeringWheel... yes that's his name. I never said they were creative."

Your CO then tells you of the payment you'll receive upon completion, "-if you are to survive the confrontation, you'll get the spoils of war, and a hefty bonus in rations. I know Seba 3 will need those rations, so do some good work out there boys! OORAH! OVER AND OUT!" You still have some time to kill before meeting up with the group, WHY NOT CHIT-CHAT WHILE AND EXPAND YOUR CHARACTERS SO THE GM CAN MAKE BETTER QUALITY POSTS AROUND YOUR PERSONALITIES, PLEASE, I'M ONLY WRITING THESE POSTS FOR LIKE ONE OR TWO CHARACTERS BECAUSE EVERYONE F­UCKING HAD A STROKE INBETWEEN POSTS!


Broke Caravan

Isaac: "FINE! Pay the w­hore, I'll meet you in the f­ucking car.", Josh knocks the gun out of the way and heads outside, you can faintly hear Violent scream something at him. "I'll make sure he's alright!", the old man jogs down after him. Such comradery! Rickie then looks to you, "*sigh* Just give her $50, and I'm sure that idiot knows he's got a ban at this bar. Sorry for your trouble, sir." The escort then looks at you for her payment.


You're pretty sure you can afford 50 USD.... you then question why they want American money, because you're in like Canada. Probably a plot hole on the GMs part, or maybe there's an explanation. But you don't entirely care.

Jove nodded. "Good to know...... and the guy in the trench coat? Who is he?" He asked hoping to get that mystery solved. A little closure would be nice. There was the sudden sound of movement and struggle, and Jove turned his head. "What's going on now?"