Wins: uhhh... she went to find the "little ladies's room" whatever that means. Meanwhile, the girl with the riot armor was looking around the bunker to try and find something. She looked in the various rooms in the bunker to see if what she was after was around the place somewhere.
Damien could tell that the woman was searching for something, but hopefully wouldn't find the armory. "I might as well go help her find the ladies room. It's a big place afterall" Damien then went out the room, but decided to immediately find Abbey.
(Abbey's in the armory. the one Damien's after isn't Abbey) The woman kept frantically looking through the various rooms in the bunker trying to find whatever she was looking for (???1): (to herself) oh come on. they have to be around here somewhere
(Oops, typo. Sorry bout that) Damien walked through the hallways, listening to the sounds he could detect. Easily, he found a lead when he heard some stuff hitting the ground and easily sneaked into the room. Sitting on a chair not very close to where the woman was. "I assume that you've found what you are looking for then?" Damien said, hopefully scaring the crap out of the woman. "Because whatever you are looking for, its not here. So please, lecture me. What exactly are you looking for ?"
(it's okay, I knew who you meant ^_^) (???1): I think you know pretty sure what I'm here for. Now where are they?
Damien just chuckled to himself when he heard the response. "So...trying to ransom my property to me? You're not getting in. Threaten me all you want, but there is no way that I'm letting you inside. If you do, you need to get past me first."
(???1): (pulls out a black ranger sequoia with all the fancy patterns and NCR insignias removed) Where are my friends?!
Damien responded by pulling out his Sequoia, but also looked into the eyes of the other women. He just looked into the eyes as if he was reading her movements and thoughts before he suddenly spoke. "Put the gun down, and I'd show you where they are"
(???1): I'm not all for Ladies first dude. So how about you just come clean with where they are, 'cause I'm not really interested with what materiel goods you've got here, just where my friends are.
Damien continued to stare down the woman until finally wielding, spinning his Sequoia back into it's holster. He wasn't pleased, but he could see that this woman knew his companions. "Sorry about this misunderstanding, I didn't want my armory becoming public knowledge. I'll just take you to them." About a second later, Damien and the woman soon went back into the living room where Damien placed his hand on a seemingly invisible scanner on the wall that opened up and burst into life, revealing the dimly colored staircase that led downwards. He gestured for the two visitors to follow him downwards into the armory, once they've navigated the staircase first.
Will: looks like he's finally going to let us out now. Abbey: Thank God. I was beginning to run out of carry space. (???1): (follows Damien Downstairs) Glad to see you guys are okay. Jenny: hi Barbara Will: Heya trouble (waves at Barbara)
"You know, if you told me who you were in the first place, I could have let you down without us having a Mexican standoff." Damien responded before walking to the stand that originally held his armour and looking at the special weapon display case underneath it. In the case was Damien's signature rifle, a modified Brush Gun powerful enough to pierce through Power Armour like nothing. It was resting on a purple cushion. Unlike other Brush Guns that the Rangers used that appeared old and neglected, this special one appeared brand new despite being at least seventeen years old. It also came with an adjustable scope but had no details on the barrel itself, instead preceding to have a more traditional appearance. It did contain a design at the end of the gun, but the silencer was resting on the top of it and obstructed its view from everybody that went past. Damien smiled when he seen the weapon, it brought back memories. From his first day in the MOCKINGBIRDS as a 15 year old kid, to the infamous 10-day Siege of Sac-Town that made Damien and the MOCKINGBIRDS famous, to his final mission with them in 2275 that resulted in the Six Rivers Massacre. Although the Ranger group was disbanded in early 2276, Damien didn't leave until August after he received his Ranger Sequoia for 20 years service. He looked at the others as he was undoing the combination lock that contained the rifle, this was fitting for what he was about to do. A suicide mission in every sense of the word. However, Damien might actually pull through it, given that he's practically superhuman and can outperform special forces units from two entire nations on a daily basis.
(Does Damien's rifle still fire 45-70? Cause if it does then I call BS on that because 45-70 doesn't travel fast enough to penetrate any kind of power armor. Only 5mm Armor piercing is capable of doing that. Also A silencer is BS too as in order to silence the gun the suppressor would have to be massive and be capable of taking the massive pressures caused by the 45-70 round. Best you could have there is the scope and an extended mag) Barbara: couldn't take any chances honey Will: what brings you here Barb? Barbara: Well me and Wins were just out and about like we normally are, then he spots you guys with that the chick in the combat armor. Wondered who it might be and if we could make friends. Wins: wasn't hoping to be fighting off those lazer turrets but eh, at least we can try to be friends now right? c: Abbey: oh, so it was you two that started that mess earlier. Barbara: That's us!
(Sorry, was super tired and just threw ideas out of a hat. I'd just make sure that it only has a score and an extended mag. It's basically a slightly more powerful Brush Gun now) Damien grumbled in response. "And now, I have to fix the turrets which you two both destroyed. I even have to reactivate the Mr.Handy that's locked up in storage somewhere just to help me. So, you'd know where I would be" Taylor watched Damien walk out the room and went over to the new arrivals. "Hi, I'm Taylor Bowman. I'm his sister and well, he'll get over it. Nice to meet you!"
(It's okay, I guess I shouldn't have been so hard on ya. After all, the beauty of the fallout universe is that "who's to say it can't happen?") Barbara: Great to meet ya ;D I'm Barbara and this guy here is Wins. Wins: (gets nervous) uh hey :s
(Pretty much. It's alright anyway, don't worry about it Taylor smiled in response before thinking about something. Damien hasn't even prepared for whatever he was doing yet, other then being suited up in his old armour. In terms of weaponry, he only had his Sequoia on him and his Sniper Rifle which he put away before. He could activate his Mr.Handy to repair the turrets for him, Damien should prepare instead.
(Uhm... what are you trying to say here?) Barbara: so I take it you're alright with Will, Jenny, Abbey and Jo- hey, where's John? Jenny: back in Vegas, said he had some business to take care of.
(Damien's going to prepare to attack the Fort, but he hasn't had time to prepare himself.) "I'll be back in a minute" Taylor replied before heading upstairs to see her brother again
Barbara: what's the haps guys? Jenny: long story short, we're taking over Vegas c: Wins: you're not serious are you? Barbara: I never saw you as one to take chems Jen. Jenny: I'm serious Barbs. We're a taking over Vegas Abbey: Don't worry, she's not on chems. We are in fact following a plan to bring Vegas under our control
Eventually, Damien came back down while the Mr.Handy was busy repairing the turrets. He didn't really say much except that he was determined to stock up on weaponry. It was easy to smile when you are armed to the teeth, and that was exactly what Damien was doing. He was arming himself with his favorite weapons alongside any ammo that is needed. His Ranger Sequoia, a Bowie Knife, His signature black bladed machete gladius and five incendiary grenades. However, he went over to the weapons case and took out his Brush Gun. While appearing much cleaner in appearance, Damien's signature rifle features a unique stock with a symbol similar to a Native American dream catcher or medicine wheel attached to the side; the symbol is made of beads, string and feathers. That gun was known as the Medicine Stick, and a replica of the famous rifle was available to be bought at the Gun Runners. This one however, was the real deal. "This is my pride and joy, the Medicine stick, also known as the "Spirit Stick". Some Native American tribes used Spirit Sticks for rituals relating to the spirit world, and are often decorated with beads and feathers from spirit animals such as a Bear or an Eagle." Damien replied. "The name implies that it can take away "bad spirits" and send them back to the spirit world. " He then begun to spin the rifle around his hands in a series of movements before stopping, smiling at the end. The weight was absolutely perfect for such a rifle, despite weighing around five kilograms. Due to the gun having a tubular magazine, it is reloaded by hand, one bullet at a time. This was a blessing sometimes, since it can be interrupted mid-way through reloading if needed. With the addition of the scope, this was a monster of a gun. "It's never failed me since the day that I met her in 2265" (Video used as reference) [video=youtube;eMDlcwywwXQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMDlcwywwXQ[/video]
