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Sandro found his thoughts turning to his old friend, Greebo. He wondered what the guy was up to when he heard a buzzing. He looked at his monitors, and saw a man at the gate. He triggered the remote intercom, and said into the microphone, "I see ya there, smoothskin. What's your business at Tenpenny Tower?" The man replied through the intercom, "I'm looking for a Nicodemus Sandro Jesus Martinez! I have a package from a one Greebo Jones!" Sandro was shocked, and pressed the switch to let the man in. He met the man at the gate, signing for the package, and paid the courier for his time. He went back inside the main lobby, and sat back down at the desk, shutting the gate behind the messenger. He slit the package open with his machete tip and found a bottle, a picture of the Ghoul who sent it, and a letter, on which he read, Dear Sandro. I wanted to let you know that I decided to move on from the Capital Wasteland, and have traveled to Nevada, where I hope to visit New Vegas. It was splendid knowing you, even if you did tend to get into trouble a lot. I have enclosed a photo, and a bottle of Strawberry Cordial, from a vault I have found nearby where I wrote this. Hopefully this package finds you well, and with the bottle intact. I hope that you stay well, and that maybe one day I will see you again. Always your friend, Greebo Jones. Sandro sat back, flabbergasted at the gift, and glanced at the picture. There was Greebo, wearing his uniform with a husky dog beside him, a new sniper rifle, and his ever present smile.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gf8hhc-YeUI&feature=my_liked_videos&list=LLyFbMGLWrcPfKg1TJkqU68A Siobhan's song

Siobhan leaned over Charles's shoulder to read Sigma's note. "Hmm, I'd wait until he has the suit off first, Charlie. Perhaps it would make it easier." She got the urge to sing something, and despite having guests, and a big daddy in the room, she sang a song from her homeland, Níl Sé'n Lá. (check OOC for link, its a pretty song) After finishing her song, she fell quiet, and blushed deeply, uncertain as to what came over her, and went about refreshing the tea.

Greebo smiled hugely, and took off his own sunglasses, revealing his pale ghoul eyes. His eyesight was still sharp, even though his eyes looked milky and pale, as evidenced by his shooting skills. "That's a good boy, everything in moderation, hey what? I say, it would be splendid if we could travel together for a bit. I need to drop off the.. catch to the regulators anyway to receive my pay, and I would enjoy the chance to work with you some more, even if you are a bit of a grouch, hmm?" Greebo laughed at that, and led the way inside the check-in area of the hotel, where he pulled out a pair of glasses and a very rare bottle of strawberry cordial that he had found in an old vault kept preserved. There were still a few bottles left in the vault, and he traveled there very rarely, so as to keep his hidden gem of a vault secured. It was filled with ghouls and super mutants anyway, so most stayed away, the ghouls and mutants leaving him be when he visited, seeing as he was so cheerful and nice to them. He poured a generous serving into the glasses, and pushed one towards Jason. "Drink up, old boy. You won't get a chance to drink this stuff again anytime soon, eh what?"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6dwT-XT5VU The rabbit is how I hear Greebo in my head, but more.. raspy due to the ghoulification. Just for people's info. :D

Noticing the returned compliment, Greebo smiled and when he saw Jason save the man with a quick use of a super stim, he clapped the man on the back with a chortle. "I say, good CATCH boy! That was close, hey what? Now, lets see what I can do with you.." He set a sprained ankle, and moved on, not wasting any of the stims he had on a sprain. He continued until the supply of patients he was capable of treating was used up, and he sterilized his hands with alcohol. "Now, unless you have any better ideas, and since that seems to be the last of the injured not being treated by the other Regulators, what say you and I go get a drink, eh boy? Don't worry, I won't tell then you're young." He teased, not being sure of Jason's exact age, but seeing as the ghoul was 230 years old, EVERYONE was young by comparison, except other ghouls.

Greebo patched up another patient, and said the same warning to him as he did the last one, telling him to be careful the next couple days and whatnot. "Indeed old boy. Too many corrupt governments out here, hey what? I tell you though, you can't trust em. They always turn out to have some hidden agenda. Like that one squad master back in the war.." He trailed off mumbling to himself, not delusional, just not really willing to share most of the war with Jason yet. "Don't take my lack of telling you about the war as sign of mistrust, old bean. I like you. You're honorable, and got a firm set of morals. You stick to your assignments, and you're a bloody good doctor when you need to be. Thing is, you and I only worked together on maybe one or two assignments, hey what? Enough to know we both have similar principals and are good in a fight, but not enough to have a full trust, particularly about our pasts." Greebo was of course referring to the last time he had asked Jason about his past.

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Greebo shook his head after the smack, and smiled again. "Thanks, old boy. Glad you remember what to do when that happens. Now, let's see what I can do with you, mister Savaged." He started cleaning the wounds with alcohol, which would hurt but was necessary, and he injected a Med X and several stimpaks, binding the wounds as best he could while the stimpaks would heal the injury. "There you are old boy. You should be well again by morning. Try and take it easy for a few days." He continued with the medical treatments, and commented to Jason, "You are looking well, my boy. I wasn't expecting to see you here, heck I wasn't expecting to see myself here, hey? I was in the area on a contract for an escaped criminal, had just bagged him, and then saw a feral run by me. I went to where it had come from, one feral won't be of too much harm after all, and then saw the town under attack. Figured I'd lend aid where I could. What have you been doing with yourself?"

I give permission to Flipout and ONLY flipout to dictate a cuff upside the head on Greebo when he goes delusional and rambles about spoons or something odd. It's a side effect of the rads.

Greebo saw the German Shepherd who was introducing itself to Diefenbaker, and smiled. He recognized Guardian, and when he looked up, sure enough there was Jason, who nodded at him and went do tend wounded. He had advanced first aid, having been in the Great War, but wasn't a medic, just a sniper. Nevertheless he went over to help where he could. "I'd love to be more helpful, old bean. However, I only have advanced first aid from the great war, so I don't know how I can be of much assistance to you. Splendid to see you again old boy, how HAVE you been? I haven't seen you since we were in the Capital Chapter." Greebo clapped Jason on the shoulder and continued what cleaning and binding he could do on those savaged by the ghouls. "I can handle those that were Savaged, old boy. You take care of the shot one, hey what?" A strange shift went through his expression and he started mumbling about random things. "I like russty spoons. I like to caress them with my rotted fingers.."

*shrug* long isn't hard :) Just go with the 5 man team and be done with it! What is it with you and this Power Complex of yours? You always have to be someone or something that can kick the crap out of anything you encounter! It's like me trying to have solutions for everything, I got a helpful complex, you got a power complex. Now, I suggest you just do what Macman has told you, and tone down the squad. Or, you could simply leave. This is my blunt, brutal honest and cranky opinion since this is the first thing I get to see this morning..

Digging through his pockets, Greebo found what he'd been hoping for.. one last sniper bullet. He ran up towards the hill, where he had left his dog, and looked out over the town with his binoculars. He spotted the commander pretty quick, a man ordering attacks and whatnot, looking a real pompous ass. He chambered the round, and steadied the rifle, aiming very carefully, he breathed out and held his breath..... BOOM! His sniper rifle fired off the round, the kick barely felt by Greebo, due to his years of conditioning. Unseen by him, the bullet traveled from the barrel of the gun, and soared through the air, seeking it's target. Greebo liked to imagine the bullets were alive, and he willed it towards it's target. In his imagination, the bullet soared over the battlefield, happily being a bullet, and then it saw it's target! IT happily struck the target right in the temple, exiting it's prey's skull sadly on the other side, and burying itself in the ground. Greebo watched as, with a surreal spray of crimson, the bullet found it's mark and the commander's head exploded. A smirk crossed Greebo's face, and he holstered his rifle again, whistling to Diefenbaker, and rushing down the hill again towards where his allies were. He called out, "Done! The chap is feeling a little.. light headed, if you get my drift, eh?" He smiled hugely, and watched his dog take down a feral who had tried to attack him. "The name's Greebo, old bean, absolutely corking to meet you. This is my dog, Diefenbaker." He gestured to the husky. "What's your name?"

Greebo smiled, showing his still nearly full mouth of teeth. "Well, I am with the Regulators, old bean. Just tell me where the enemy is, and give me at least one sniper bullet. They will no longer be your enemy, if you know what I mean?" Greebo smirked at that, absentmindedly beheading a ghoul who tried to run past him.

With a spray of blood and gore, a feral ghoul's head exploded. Shortly after, another followed. And then another. The ferals left him alone, being a ghoul and all, but Greebo wasn't just gonna let them kill anyone. Nearby, his dog, Diefenbaker sat panting in the shade, his white husky fur making him a little too warm in the Mojave Desert. Greebo shot another feral that went after another Regulator. Damn the GLF! Greebo never understood why they wanted to make more ghouls. It would doom the rest of the populace, after all, Ghouls were sterile and couldn't breed. He sighed when he ran out of ammunition, and holstered his sniper rifle, drawing his machete and walking towards where a group of Regulators were holed up, the feral ghouls running around him, but ignoring him. He made his way towards the others that were fighting the Feral Ghouls, cheerfully beheading any ghoul in his path. He called out to the other regulators, his voice raspy from his ghoul state, but both his accent and his General's Redcoat outfit marked him as a British man, "Top ho old chaps! Looks like you could use a little assistance, hey what? What say I lend a hand, hmm? If anyone has any sniper bullets, I would be grateful, but the main problem is all these bloody ferals. Now, I could try and turn a few of them against the GLF, being a ghoul they generally listen to us over humans. However, I cannot guarantee your safety through all this. I suggest you hold a perimeter, or barricade yourselves in a building."

And it will be wonderful working with you as well, Macman. My name is Bryce, should you desire a method of address that is less formal. Also, the personal issues thing was primarily directed at AAN, with whom I've had issues in the past.

At the request of a friend of mine, I'm pitching a sheet in. Of course, with one request, While Rping, keep any personal issues with me away from the RP, and discussion. This is meant for fun, aye? SO yeah. Here's the sheet. (I reused an idea I had for the Ain't that a Kick in the Head RP run by Tokyobleach, which takes place in the Capital Wasteland) Name:Greebo Jones Age:230 Gender: Male Race: Ghoul Karmic Alignment: Neutral AppearanceRaw and rotting skin, no nose, Still has eyelids, and is missing his part of his right ear. He is 6 foot even, and has most of his teeth. Pet: A Husky named Diefenbaker Clothing: Wears an old Redcoat General uniform that he found in an old museum when he was on a trip to Canada. It reminded him of his homeland. He also wears a bandana with the Union Jack on it to hide that he is missing a part of his ear, and fingerless leather gloves. Weapons: Sniper Rifle with the phrase God Save the Queen on it's stock, with a machete and a 10mm Pistol for closer range fighting. Skills/Occupation:He used to fight in the Great War for England as a Sniper,and was pretty darn good at it too. However, after ordered to burn down a whole town, he deserted and fled to America, just before the bombs fell. The radiation and fires turned him instantly into a ghoul, something that does not usually happen. He wandered around for a while, and eventually ended up as a bounty hunter. Personality: Greebo is quite a nice fellow. He considers himself friends with Jason but is probably just respected by the man, having worked alongside the Regulators in the past to help in the hunting of criminals. He is also slightly delusional, occasionally rambling about Spoons and other random things, but that only happens once in a while. History:Greebo used to be a History teacher named Johnny Powell before getting Drafted into the war. He adopted the name Greebo after the bomb turned him into a ghoul. During the war, he served as a sniper, and was pretty good at his job. Over the course of the war, he received countless honor awards for service, and protecting the men and women he served with. Near the end of the war, he was ordered to sneak into a town, in which an enemy platoon was based, and burn it to the ground, even with the civilian women and children. It was then he decided to leave the army, and instead of sneaking into the village, he set a small explosive to make a loud noise, and fled in the confusion. He stowed away on a boat of refugees fleeing across the ocean, and the bombs fell shortly after he arrived. He has been wandering around mostly ever since, before joining the Regulators. He only wears his Regulator Duster Coat when the weather gets cold, or if he wants to blend in better. He Lived in the capital wasteland for awhile, where he had made a friend named Sandro, a fellow ghoul but who was from Spain. He worked alongside the Capital Chapter of the Regulators for a long time, before deciding he was tired of all the super mutants, and bailing his friend out of all the trouble he inevitably got into, and gave his first dog, a St Bernard named Chips, to a girl who his friend was travelling with, and his old rifle to a man named Morgan, and set off. He made his way towards the Mojave, and a town he heard of called New Vegas, picking up a new sniper rifle on the way. After a while, he arrived in Nevada, and enrolled with the Nevada chapter of the Regulators, there he found a man named Jason, who he used to work with in the Capital Chapter. He has been in the Mojave ever since.

Siobhan nodded. "Yeah, in the bathroon. I'll get if for ye, shall I?" She went and retrieved the first aid pack from the bathroom and handed it to Charles. "I don't know much about medicine, do you?"

*calls his army of clowns* FIRE AT WILL!!! *a volley of Banana cream Pies flies towards the both of you*

Tomoyo smiled at the joke, and washed Cathy's body, her touch soft, yet firm, as she worked the soap into a lather, than assisted at washing Cathy's body from head to toe, lingering in certain areas with a slight blush, and a grin at Cathy, watching for any reactions. Soon, the washing was done, and Tomoyo put the soap away in it's container, and her hands reached down into the water, gently brushing against Cathy's thigh as her hand reached for the plug near Cathy's feet. As the tub drained, Tomoyo gently kissed Cathy, and then got the woman a fresh towel to dry off with. (That's as risque as I'm gonna get. I'm not making the same mistake as before)