Saluda al Jefe

Some days, you just need to sit back, relax, and order the assassinations of a few nut-jobs in skirts with machetes. Well, I guess that's a rather niche activity to be quite honest. (Indie Post-Hoover Courier 6 RP blog, please read the rules section and about before RPing.)

[ironboundwastelander]

Just to be clear this is technically a fallout RP blog that's fallen into disrepair because this Fandom has only about seven active roleplayers and each of them is on roughly once a fiscal quarter.

[x-enocyon]

vulpes i am on so many drugs right now can we please talk later

[garomastermikey]

When you take Confirmed Bachelor/Cherchez La Femme and Lady Killer/Black Widow in F:NV

[gaytanic-panic]

[bethesdarpg-blog]

[sslavshitsuperman]

Fallout will never be this good again

[doyouknowwhatimeme]

[fallout-fallen-knight]

[shitty-fallout-art]

Player character: *does their companions side quest*

The companion:

[grimbalaya]

👉👉☁️

[endivinity]

Day fifteen, Radstorm! An unusual result of a mineral-high diet usually from areas similar to the Glowing Sea, metal deposits build up in the spikes and skin, becoming an adapted lightning rod during irradiated storms. Advanced cases may even absorb energy weapon fire.

[pay--phone]

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/73834

[randomitemdrop]

Curse: Pork N’ Beans Addiction

[punkitt-is-here]

the courier in FNV is so fucking funny if you’re just good at tanking damage and dogshit at dodging attacks because they get shot two (twice) times, get revived, and suddenly they can start sleeping off gunshot wounds to the head, dynamite to the legs, and having their torso littered with laser rifle holes. like can you imagine being benny and knowing that the dude who stepped on three direct landmines and didnt break a sweat is after your ass. terrifying.

[punkitt-is-here]

[a-frogge-bip-a-smal-beastie]

@uncle-cazador

[uncle-cazador]

That’s what being shot in the head with a 9mm does to a motherfucker in the mojave

[fiona-inculta]

@ironboundwastelander

Vulpes sat there in the dead of night, he had a low fire going mostly to keep himself hidden. He was on his way out of the Mojave, working on it anyway.The dam had fallen weeks ago, and he had sustained injuries severe enough he thought he would succumb to them.

But someone had taken him in. Clearly some clueless wastelander, but the point being was he survived. He changed his bandages as he heard noise approaching, slowly he moved grabbing the handle of his blade.

"I can hear you...might as well make yourself known." He spoke in a low tone, it could have been an animal, at least then he'd have a meal? Or it could be death coming to attempt one more time.

[fiona-inculta]

He looked at the pistol but didn't draw attention that he saw it or showed emotion over it. After all carrying several weapons was quite common anyway. But it also would lessen his chances of getting out of this situation.

"Is that so? I have never been in one, I assumed they would have been like an oven in this weather." He made small talk rather unwillingly but politely enough.

There it was personal questions, name, where your going etcetera. "No no." Now Vulpes said with a fake smile. "I've been in the Mojave long enough to know who you are, or at least have a fairly good assumption. And if I had doubt you talking about your men confirmed it."

Vulpes poked at the fire with a stick getting it to settle down. "Nomad would be correct I suppose, I enjoy traveling the wasteland, got stuck here during the battle and can finally move on. Bad timing I suppose." He set the stick down.

"Names Finn." Names thought up on the spot was never good, Finn he could have laughed at himself, or was grieving Fiona so greatly that's what his mind thought of, regardless he held his hand out in a friendly Manner to shake the couriers, one who he had hopped would have aided them, but unfortunately he made a grave mistake in his choice.

[ironboundwastelander]

“Well, we’ve all had plans interrupted by recent events. Finn, you say, interesting name, don’t think I’ve ever met someone with it.” His brow furrows. That voice, it’s familiar, where did he hear it before? He has an inkling and decides to inquire further. Behind him the two Brotherhood members are setting up their own sleeping arrangements, just a simple pair of bedrolls.

“Were you on the strip recently? I think we might’ve talked or something there,  but I’m just not sure.” He keeps his brow furrowed, looking more at the fire than at ‘finn’. In the light of the fire, the man who has brought the legion to its knees and forced the NCR into a corner looks...tired. Very profoundly so. Perhaps this little trip was absolutely essential for his health if we are to be totally honest here.

“Regardless, wanna listen to some music?” Without waiting for an answer he tunes his pip-boy to radio New Vegas. he almost scoffs as Johnny Guitar begins to play, as per usual.

[catboybananabread]

hello new vegas fandom

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

[fiona-inculta]

@ironboundwastelander

Vulpes sat there in the dead of night, he had a low fire going mostly to keep himself hidden. He was on his way out of the Mojave, working on it anyway.The dam had fallen weeks ago, and he had sustained injuries severe enough he thought he would succumb to them.

But someone had taken him in. Clearly some clueless wastelander, but the point being was he survived. He changed his bandages as he heard noise approaching, slowly he moved grabbing the handle of his blade.

"I can hear you...might as well make yourself known." He spoke in a low tone, it could have been an animal, at least then he'd have a meal? Or it could be death coming to attempt one more time.

[ironboundwastelander]

The past few weeks have been wild for the new ruler of the Mojave. Be it tense negotiations with the NCR or hunting down legion remnants, he hasn't had much opportunity for any recreation beyond drinking in the sparsely occupied revolving cocktail lounge of the newly-opened Lucky 38.

With multiple projects waiting on responses from other parties, he's elected to take a quick hunting trip into the Mojave. He's dressed in a set of tan fatigues with a wide-brimmed hat and mirrored aviator sunglasses tucked into the gap left by his partly unbuttoned shirt. He has Medicine Stick slung on his back.

Of course, a man of his stature isn't alone, a smiling Securitron and two men in T-51b armor follow him. One of the power-armored figures has a bag containing what looks to be an animal or two they'd bagged. And both of the figures have laser rifles. In the low light, he doesn't immediately recognize Inculta, since their last meeting had been a hasty meeting at the Strip roughly two months prior.

He nods as he becomes visible in the campfire's flickering light. "Good evening, do you mind if we join you? I know that it's somewhat of an intrusion but we'll share our Gecko meat if you let us warm ourselves and sleep here." He angles his head slightly to the side, trying his best to look inviting to the man in front of him.

[fiona-inculta]

Vulpes looked up from the fire his eyes first focusing on the man speaking before he sees the two others in power armor, and the securitron. He wants to let out a sigh but he has to play nice now. There was no chance of besting or getting away at this point.

He decides his best bet would to just be a decent host, maybe slip away in the night or be lucky enough to part ways in the morning if he's undetected.

Nodding he agrees. "Not at all.." he motioned with his hand for the men to join and take a seat near the fire. "I'll add more wood to the fire." He threw a few more logs on making the flames go a bit higher and the heat of the fire cover more space.

Hoping his voice wasn't recognized was another concern as he looked at the man again, he knew who it was now. It would only be a matter of time before he's found out.

"No need to share food, I already ate. Your men must be starving walking around in that heavy power armor." He didn't lie he had eaten, although taking food would make him have to get closer, the odds were already not in his favor.

[ironboundwastelander]

Vlad smiles as the moment of tension is broken and he takes a seat by the fire, laying his rifle and pack down to one side, however the butt of a pistol is evident when he leans over to grab his canteen out of his pack, taking a sip of the faded container with a worn yellow 13 on it.

"No, I think they're probably less winded than I am. After all, it does most of the walking for em, and it's air conditioned. I would have brought my personal suit, but it's having work done." He looks up as the two step out of their armor. They're a man and a woman, with Brotherhood of Steel patches on their shoulders.

"These two are some paladins from the Brotherhood of Steel, they're just accompanying me while I'm sorting my own forces. And that's my...personal assistant, he's how I keep in touch with Vegas." He gestured vaguely at the two brotherhood paladins as they start to unpack some things for the night and yes man, who's just sitting there.

"Now, who might you be? Nomad? Traveling in or out of the Mojave? If you're leaving, I hope it's not because I made you feel unwelcome." He flashes a smile, one that seems simultaneously genuine and totally fabricated. I take it that I need no introductions? I've spoken on the radio enough that I genuinely hope that's the case."

[milramemo]

No.1 Sniper ☕

[fiona-inculta]

@ironboundwastelander

Vulpes sat there in the dead of night, he had a low fire going mostly to keep himself hidden. He was on his way out of the Mojave, working on it anyway.The dam had fallen weeks ago, and he had sustained injuries severe enough he thought he would succumb to them.

But someone had taken him in. Clearly some clueless wastelander, but the point being was he survived. He changed his bandages as he heard noise approaching, slowly he moved grabbing the handle of his blade.

"I can hear you...might as well make yourself known." He spoke in a low tone, it could have been an animal, at least then he'd have a meal? Or it could be death coming to attempt one more time.

[ironboundwastelander]

The past few weeks have been wild for the new ruler of the Mojave. Be it tense negotiations with the NCR or hunting down legion remnants, he hasn't had much opportunity for any recreation beyond drinking in the sparsely occupied revolving cocktail lounge of the newly-opened Lucky 38.

With multiple projects waiting on responses from other parties, he's elected to take a quick hunting trip into the Mojave. He's dressed in a set of tan fatigues with a wide-brimmed hat and mirrored aviator sunglasses tucked into the gap left by his partly unbuttoned shirt. He has Medicine Stick slung on his back.

Of course, a man of his stature isn't alone, a smiling Securitron and two men in T-51b armor follow him. One of the power-armored figures has a bag containing what looks to be an animal or two they'd bagged. And both of the figures have laser rifles. In the low light, he doesn't immediately recognize Inculta, since their last meeting had been a hasty meeting at the Strip roughly two months prior.

He nods as he becomes visible in the campfire's flickering light. "Good evening, do you mind if we join you? I know that it's somewhat of an intrusion but we'll share our Gecko meat if you let us warm ourselves and sleep here." He angles his head slightly to the side, trying his best to look inviting to the man in front of him.