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Please forgive the double post, nexus gave me an error saying that an error occurred and I didn't post anything. Internet going whacky I presume. Sorry guys.

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Vlad nods, listening to Axelle speak her story. As Vlad looked to the man, knowing now that he is a sniper was a relaxing thought. As long as the man shot the other side he would be fine, the more the merrier. Vlad began to gain some hope, he smiled reassuringly, tossing all hostilities away if there were any. He looked to the man and said. "Welcome aboard the ship." He said in a happy tone, Vlad felt better. He had people with him now, to take down a rather dangerous man. Vlad was content knowing he may have people he can trust now, though the thought is still dim it was just a wondering thought. He looked to them all and nodded, knowing that the journey will be better with company, not many would enjoy traversing alone into the Capital city. Vlad began to access the situation, as if deciding what to do and what not do his. The precautions, the possible outcomes and other assortments of sorting that goes within a mind.

Vlad notices the man rather quickly, looking at his attire he simply. He then welcomed the man with a calm and friendly nod. Though curious as Vlad was to know the part about "pointing guns at children." It perked his curiosity of what happened.

Vlad follows up the railing like a normal man rather then putting himself in a aching and acrobatic movements Greebo did. After a moment he makes his way to the three, recovering his breath he holds up his index finger as if asking for a moment. He then stands, his eyes shifting to Sandro, then Axelle who is carrying a sword, then he looks to Greebo and nods. "You're a fast one...you know that." Vlad says as he catches his breath. " 'Ello Axelle..good to see you again all up and dandy, love the sword by the way you look more..dangerous if I may say." He chuckles as he looks around the three again. "I suppose this is your friend Greebo?" Vlad says with a smile as he looks at Sandro. "Thank you sir, for the being apart of rescuing me and such."

Vlad then nods and grins. Looking up gazing at the metal heap of a city, then to the saloon with a smile. "Deal it is then Greebo, though i'll need a few hours to gather my things, get some weapons, and a drink or two." Vlad says with a bit of a relaxing tone, as if he feels at ease. "Well..i cant deny the help. We will be leaving for the capital city soon Greebo. The man we are after can be more then enough of a reward. He has weapons, armor, gadgets, a wholesale load of money and probably an armory you will want to look into because I know I will." He smiles, raising his head to the sun. Its dull yellow glare shining down at him as he nods. "This guy has a lot of muscle working for him..we might need more gun arms." As he speaks he looks to the saloon, then back to Greebo. "Trust me..you and I cant take 'em alone." Vlad then see's the little girl who he owed the chalk to run up to him with a rather disturbed and irritated look. "Where is it." She says with a growling tone, but with that innocent young flare to it. "Where's what?" "You know." "You're crazy little girl." "Nu'uh..you owe me!." Vlad laughs whole heartily, digging in his pockets as he pulls out a large assortment of chalk. "Might of stained the inside of my pockets but it's fine take them and have fun." The little girl brightens in excitement her heart filled with joy as she hugs Vlad. "Thank's Vlad, next time you go off don't be getting shot at." As she runs off Vlad mutters. "How the..how'd she know." Vlad then sighs and looks to Greebo with a grin.

"Greebo Jones." He extends his hand to shake and says. "Vladimir Grenswell, man of normal deeds." He lets out a little laugh, Vlad enjoyed meeting new people. None ever took notice to him that much besides those that he owed money to, other than that he normally minded his own business..not talking to much people besides the ladies of Megaton. Vlad rested his other hand on his belt, the smile on his face beaming though his skin still pale. The Doc returns and looks to them both and says. "The hell does this place look like?" Church says with a quite irritated look on his face. "A meet 'n' greet, no..rhetorical question; now get out please."

Vlad smiles warmly and looks to Greebo and says. "That's the thing old boy, I was suppose to be within the capital city, through the merto, and into his boss's headquarters." Vlad's expression turns to a solid look, his face straight and his tone turned quiet. "That journey is a death deal on it's own." Vlad rubs the bandage and then says. "What's your name anyway? You must have one."

Vlad chuckles, he looks to Greebo weighing the bag of caps and shakes his head. "It is alright friend, no need..I don't plan on paying him anything. I'm tired...tired of this." Vlad says with a sigh, looking to the bag he opens it and pays Doc Church a tad bit more then he was suppose to be he didn't mind. "He has many people under his thumb, a strong man his boss..and before I leave this dreaded death pit of a world im gunna try and kill 'em" Vlad says with a small grin, his thoughts on what he thinks would be best for more then just himself he nods with a determined look on his face. Vlad then stands, a bit cautiously at first taking note of his aching head. "But for now, I am heading to the saloon; then to craterside." His voice full of enthusiasm he smiles wearily.

"12 thousand caps, With interest." Vlad said as he winced a bit. Doc Church blinked on, carelessly as he finishes the stitches. "He doesn't really want the money..he just wants kill me for some odd fun." Vlad sighs as he looks looks quite ahsamed at the amount, he looked uncomfortable when saying the total amount. As the doc finished his incessant stitching he stood up and said "Good as new, now I am going to bandage that up for you." He then wrapped a thin layer of bandage around his head.

Vlad smiled and shook his head, "Caps won't do me good in the future, I'm fine friend, really." He then leans his head back looking up the ceiling. "Piece of junk these houses are made, all of taped together metals, nailed side by side." He grinned. "Paying for the doc is well enough." Doc Church then returned carrying some odd alcohol, a needle, and some sort of thread and said. "Alright this might hurt, please unwrap your bandages and dispose of them here." He kicked to a small open can, half full with empty cans, bottles, balled paper, and all assortments of debris. Vlad unwrapped his bandage around his head, the bandaged was the stain of blood in its purest form. Vlad dumped in the trash, his head revealing a large gash that ran across the top of his forehead. It was a large cut, very deep as well. The doc made a odd expression as if he was a little surprised of the size. Doc then nodded, grabbing a chair as well, he then puts on some glasses and begins the process. Vlad curses under his tongue as the doc breaches his skin with the needle.

Vlad looked to the doc and nodded, as he did a gesture that signaled "have away at it" by waving his hand right in the air with a little grin on his face. The Doc nodded, then he walked over to a desk, then into a room. Vlad remember Doc said from the other room, "Hold on," as the sound of hitting keys on a keyboard can is also audible, the clatter of some equipment begins to sound as he gathers thing. Vlad was feeling a tad bit better, though he knew the pain would once again rise to a throb in the near future. He sighed as he leaned back, leaning his head on the wall and closed his eyes waiting. Wondering he should do anything in return for the ghoul. Vlad looked to Greebo and said. "That man, the fancy looking guy Axelle ran into a little while ago; Malcolm is his name." Vlad said with a frown as if saying sorry for letting him bother you. Though he continued to say. "I owe him a big debt because of my father, and I wont be able to pay it..so I'm going to be a dead man tomorrow." He looks down and shakes his head. "I don't know why i'm telling you this but..hell it doesn't matter."

The Doc nodded to Greebo, then looks to Vlad with a questionable look. Vlad, who seems to be a bit off says, "Are you sure, I can pay for it you don't have to." The doc huffs out of impatience and looks to Greebo, then Vlad again. "Make up your decisions your going to be passing out soon and that wont be any good for business..all my cots are already taken right now."

Vlad sits himself down onto a seat that is to the left of the entrance, when entering he see's a few patients lying in bed. Their groans can be heard and the moans quite audible, both filled with pain and sickness. Vlad sniffed the air, he has always had some dislike for a medical clinic of sorts. The unique smell you would whiff as you enter the clinic, the stench of sickness and soon to be dead men. Vlad looks over to the other room, Doc Church can be heard speaking to a patient; a male, his skin pale and his eyes deep with concern. Vlad could clearly assume that the man was informed of something discouraging, as the sick pale man looked to his feet and buried his ace in his hands. Almost weeping. Doc simply pats the mans shoulder as he stands and turns, approaching Greebo and Vlad. "Vlad, another bar fight there." Doc Church said with a sarcastic tone. Vlad replied. "That was a long time ago Doc, and no I got a head injury for being..clumsy." Vlad points to his forehead which is wrapped in damp bloodied bandage. Doc Church's expression turns into a rather unpleasant and distorted look. Then he lets out a sigh and nods, "I'll get that fixed up in a moment, I assume you have the money to pay for it Vlad?" Vlad nodded as he pats the right pocket of his cargo pants, the jingle of caps can be heard and a grin upon Vlad's bearded face. Doc Church looks to Greebo, and asks. "And how are you doing, need anything checked?" As Doc church asked his question, Vlad's mind was in a state of deep thought. Vlad was more or less evaluating his full situation, he would rather be sitting with a good drink in his hand and ladies on his mind but he cannot help but to think of his current situation. He disliked his rather obscure patterns of trouble, plainly put Vlad admitted that he was one for trouble. Not to ask of it but to attract it, was it his luck? He did not know, he knew that the pleasantries of life and the formalities of socially conversing would soon be over. Vlad did not like the mere thought of the idea but it was the truth, no possible way to hide it from himself.

Vlad felt off about the idea of hopping onto a ghouls back, though none the less he did it. He knew he wouldn't make it down walking, so as he did he felt the impulse to say. "To the Docs place!" He said quite cheerfully but though he did not feel very cheerful. For he felt the throbbing as if a hammer struck an anvil. His head beating like his heart beat but with tremendous force. He thought of the suited man, his illusive self traveling to the dark pit of hell he rightly belongs informing his boss that he will begin the pursuit tomorrow. Vlad knew full and well that it was impossible to pay such a escalating debt. Due to some events that happen some time ago the debt fell right on his lap, since he is the next in line by his father. A travesty truly though he confronted them about this idiocy of the debt, though that only got him a broken nose and a busted eye. And Vlad began to fear them, since the day he was beaten down by those bastards, it happened a few times; Vlad would reach the pinnacle of going berserk. A sad fate, Vlad knew that tomorrow he would have to leave.

I'm afraid I have to go to bed, I suppose I was left at the docs. If you wish Baldur you can just say I passed out if any others happen to continue. I'll be on later tomorrow I have a event happening so it might be a tiny bit late when I get on.

Vlad looks to Greebo with a rather calm look, pondering what to do. He goes through his pockets searching for his collection of caps, after a moment from rifling through them he begins to count in silence. Then looking to his ghoulish acquaintance he nods "To the docs I guess, thanks for 'elpin me out by the way." He then tries to walk on his own but leans on the railing, his head aching with great pain. "It's not common for folks to help me, I appreciate it, the names Vladimir."

Vlad felt dizzy, sick almost he shook his head and said. "I'm fine..i am fine, wait" he holds his head for a moment, then says "maybe I am a bit hurt." A false grin took his face, seeing the humor of his persistent numbness rather blocked the pain till now. He would rather specify where the injury specifically is though, he cant remember. He rubs the bandage and only feels the moistness of the cloth. He sighs with disapproval to his previous actions, not seeing the doctor before he was going to get drunk. Though he didn't much care for it at the moment. He watches the suited man walk off with angered to his step, his shoulders broad and his hands in the form of fists. He looks to Sandro with a little grin. "I wouldn't mess with that one, he is a tough son of uh." Vlad sighs. "Maybe you do, im not sure..but if he would have stepped up his game. I would have been a dead man."

The suited man----- He looks to the ghoul with an angering expression, his face turned red and his nostrils flared again. His eyes traveled to every person that was present around him. He considered his odds, weighing out the probable causes, casualties and injuries. He even counted himself as a possible casualty within the predicament. Though he weighed, only to see that the favor of a battle was no where near what he wanted it to be. He only stops, grins and says with a loud and jolly voice, but a hint of amusement was pitched in the voice of his. "Did I tell you about the interest..oh of course I didnt. 70% Mr.Vlad..tomorrow don't make me wait." The suited man then looked the ghoul in the eye, leaning close to him. and says quietly to him but with a very serious tone. "You are amusing, your skin reeks of humor..a laugh if I may say. Now, as disrespectful as you are ghoul, I will disregard disrespectful words as of right now." Vlad--- Vlad looks to Greebo, he then shakes his head and mutters. "I'm fine, at least for now." Vlad then hears the suited man up his price, he curses under his breath. Vlad knew darn well he couldn't do anything about it, an emissary that man maybe but he is darn well protected. Even if Vlad did kill him, the whole riled up gang of his will find Vlad. He stares at the suited man, with hate burning in his eyes. As the man spoke his words to the ghoul he sighed and looked to Greebo. "I wouldn't recommend killing him. Would be rather..bad for me." Vlad then begins to wobble, his hand on his head. His vision blurred he almost stumbles but catches himself before the free fall.

'Ello you guys, sorry about the misdirection of my character. Was playing a game while rp'ing on this xD. I am quite new to forum rp so if you can please bare with me. I might be a little late on replying as of now. Busy, busy night.

Vlad, sat in the saloon, drinking his last glass. His sullen look as he see's it is finally reached it's end, the glass..empty and begging to grace Vlad,s cold soon to be dead lips. Vlad, sodded drunk, notices that his pain seemed to slip away; though to tell the truth Vlad's injuries have not been properly tended to. The bandage he has put on at the school seems to be just out of use, the stain grew wide and damp, the bleeding has yet to be completely ceased. This of course made Vlad, quite a "special" feeling drunk. For he felt oddly light, sick almost though no pain which..Vlad considered quite vaguely in his mind only to discard the thought of he -might- be hurt. Nah, the idea flew by him like a plan passing a river. Vlad stood, quite wearily. Feeling as if he has just finished drinking one to many, He approaches the door only to find the ghoul and the girl he had seen earlier. His supposed saviors, he would nod, though Vlad had taken quick notice the injury the girl had, then noticing the suited man in front of her. "Did you hurt her." Vlad says with a strict tone, his voice sharp with demand and anger. His hand quickly grips the .44 while inside the holster, his eyes locked on the suited man he oh so hates. ------------------------------------------------- Suited Man: He grunted as the girl slammed her face upon his chest, looking to his suite with a distasteful and annoyed look. His face gleaming red, but slowly fades as he stares at the red stain that is present on his suit. He then looks to the girl, though a ghoul gets infront of her. His flares his nostrils in distaste of his kind and appears to be quite upset at the current events. As the ghoul offering money to him was..was as if breaking the highest law known to existence. He glares at the ghoul letting out a slow and most petrifying tone he could let loose. "Step..aside..Ghoul." As he spoke the words ghoul he did so with great disgust, and hate. Then, as the girl spoke the saloons door opens. The man does not glance back but only hears a enraged tone from a man he threatened.

Tired, fatigued and injured he sat at moriarties. His mind on the drink and his thoughts on some particular females. He slide a few caps to the ghoul server as he poured him some good liquor. Vlad, whom was sodded already peered around the place, it was ragged, broke down and smelt horrid. Filled with smoke and people that just wanted to waste their caps with alcohol. "Shame." Vlad said as he took a long drawn out swig of his good drink. Vlad's thoughts were traveling, to those who "saved" him and to the little girl he saw. What became of her he has no clue. He sat, listening to the radio, the bandage wrapped around his head began to be thick with red. He did not mind it, he drunk his pain away as if it never happened. He counted out his coin and grinned to himself, though thoughts of the school came back to him almost as sharp as a blade. His head began to hurt, his legs began to ache; Vlad was frightened, still for some odd reason. He has never came close to death as he did within the confines of that pit of death they call a "school." As he was drinking, deep in thought someone in particular entered the room. A man well known to little Vlad, he scratched his beard uncomfortably and grumbled. Vlad could almost smell 'em, he knew this person so well he knows the patterns of the sound when he walks, he was so familiar to this one person that he recognized the smell, the aroma that one gave off when entering a smoke filled chamber. "'Evenin Vlad." The man said, his voice deep and commanding even though his commanding tone was not intentional he sounded angry almost every time he see's him. He gestured with his hand for a drink as he slid a few caps on the counter. Vlad glanced to him, taking another sip grunts to the mans attire. "Business suit, clean shoes, nice hat, shaved face, short hair, brown eyes, clean face, tall, bulky and has good posture..business today it seems." As the man got his drink he took a swig of it and smiled quite jolly like at Vlad and spoke. "You still have not paid your fathers debt. Time is ticking Vlad, don't make me wait." Vlad nodded, looking to his .44 holster to make sure it was with him. Even though he was sure he was now far to drunk to do any substantial damage. He knew this man had a bad leg, he could use that to his advantage Vlad thought. "Someone said the same thing earlier." Vlad said as he sipped his drink, almost grinning as he saw the outcome of the one who previously said the same exact thing. The man shrugged nonchalantly and looked Vlad over, eying him up and down almost as if sizing him up. Vlad took note that the man slide his hand down his right pocket, seeing the strange movements he had deducted that it was a weapon of sorts, probably of physical use. "Brass Knuckles..spiked..perhaps a knife..no,no Vlad think." Vlad began to sweat nervously, he was a troubled man..in debt and now back into the same position of trouble. All because of his rat like father! "I'll have your caps." "When?" "When I get it." The man snarled in discontent, the expression on his face going grim with disgust. Almost as if he though Vlad was a creature of sorts, only to be smashed with a stomp of his foot. The man placed his hand on Vlads left shoulder, gripping tightly almost squeezing it. Vlad leaned to compensate for the minor pain he was causing him and grunted. The man leaned forward, closely and slowly. "Tomorrow Vlad..I'm tired of waiting.." The man released Vlads shoulder, Vlad who recoiled from the pain rubbed his neck and mumbled a many curses and just finished his drink. The man in the suit left the bar, almost slamming the door, the ghoul server staring at Vlad with a curious look on his ghoul ravaged face. "It seems..this drink might be your last Vlad." Vlad smirked as the ghoul quietly slid him another one, giving Vlad the nod as if saying "On me friend." Vlad grinned wide as he popped the bottle open and chugged it. "And here I was convinced megaton was safe..now..here I am soon to be riddled with bullets and punctured with knives, and bruised by the many knuckles soon to come, to you my valiant friend." He smiled, only sadness roamed in the back of his mind, the thoughts of regret and disdain for nothing he does that seem to be good always comes out bad..and then worse for little ol'Vlad.

As Vlad sat at the entrance he witnesses the commotion between the two woman, one who weilds a rather dashing pistol, the other swinging a sword in the air. At first Vlad thought this an oddity though he only perked a brow and observed them with curiosity. His hand grips his .44, eyes squinting to the two. "Not a sight you see everyday." He walks, cautiously over to the two and says. "Whoa, whoa you two calm down!." He extends his arms between the two looking at them. "If your going to kill yourself..do it somewhere I wont see..you two are ladies for gods sake, shouldn't be pouncing on each other like humanity is lost." Vlad sighs and looks to the two.

xD Multitasking and rp'ing does not go well. I am confused on the events. Am I with Kira? when we were walking back to get drinks? Or...ah darn im confused

He nods assuringly, His nerves calming as he says. "I could use one, shall we?" he gestures towards the door and smiles. Taking one last look back at the disatrorous of a school he only sighs. "Bad luck." He mutters as he looks down to his feet for a moment and begins to walk out of the building back to megaton. He reaches the gates of megaton, the robot greeting him he only smiles and nods reassuringly. "I'm not dead after all eh?"