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|1.||The Perfecto of Perfecta||Democratic Socialists||“E pluribus unum”|
|2.||The Republic of Zonia Andum||Iron Fist Socialists||“Strength Through Freedom”|
|3.||The Grand Duchy of Nine Free Swords||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“An old sellsword is not a bold one”|
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Morgantown Supply, Morgantown-
Lilith took the caps and carefully counted them. Find the payment to be sufficient, she pocketed the caps. She was about to say something and join the others at the local bar, but she stopped as she felt an old familiar twinge. There was something she had to do first. An old habit that would be best is no one was around to see it. She turned and began to walk away, calling to the others over her shoulder.
[Lilith] "I have business to settle before we go. I'll meet you at the tavern in thirty-minutes."
With that she leaves, walking through the muddy streets of Morgantown. The town was busy, with traders, residents, and raiders all walking the streets.
"Very noisy..." Lilith thought to himself.
Pushing through the maddening crowds, she soon found her self outside the town. Wandering through the woods she spots an old stump, slightly shorter then she is, of what was once a great tree. She kneels beside the stump, and runs her hand across the old bark. She reaches to the inside of her coat, where she had kept the object of her secret hidden. A knife. This wasn't no ordinary knife, as it's handle was made from the bones of a beast, and it's blade from a black metal. A wicked and cruel blade. She took the knife and began to carve in the tree. On the tree she carved a peculiar shape, of a creature that stood like a man but possessed wings, like an insect. Now her carving was done she needed something else. A live sacrifice to her dark idol. She looked around for any animal or even person. From the corner of her eye, she spotted something skittering around the tree near by. A squirrel. Or something that resembled a squirrel. Pink and mutated the rodent clung to the trunk of the tree, only a few feet away from where Lilith was. Slowly, to not alert the rodent, Lilith pulled out a throwing knife and raised it to throw the knife. Releasing her breath, she threw the knife and it hit the trunk with a resounding thump, but she had missed her target by a few centimeters and the little rodent had scurried away in fear. Lilith screamed in frustration at her own sh!tty aim. Her god demanding blood and she will give him it. Taking her wicked blade, she cut open the palm of her hand and pressed it into the carving. Her hot blooding smearing over the depiction. Putting the knife back into her coat, and pulling the throwing knife out of the tree, she made her way back to Morgantown and eventually to the bar. Her hand still bleeding.
(I forgot to add that Marcy also recieved 150 caps from Atticus, which she can use on top of what she already has)
"Well then, let's get moving. Atticus, if I die on this mission, you know where to send the money," Ivan spoke, only half jokingly. He put on his bomber jacket and reached for the door.
The group of three, Ivan, Marcy, and Lilith, found themselves outside the Morgantown Supply into a city bustling with life. Travelers hailing from every corner of Appalachia, from the ghouls of Grafton to the raiders of the Mire, wandered the expansive trading city. Morgantown's narrow, wood pallet paths were covered with vendors, shops encircled the city center, and all around people could hear the shouting of workers on soapboxes saying something akin to "step right up and get some fried squirrel bits!"
Lilith having left the group to resolve some "business" left Ivan and Marcy to wander the city alone. Ivan could barely manage to ask what she was going to do before she was washed away by the massive crowd of people. With a puzzled expression that lingered for a few fleeting moments, Ivan continued towards the tavern.
The two passed an armorsmith, several food stands, a chem vendor, and a clothes store. "Maybe we can supply up before we head out," Ivan noted.
After several minutes of wandering the crouded city, Ivan announced "Here we are, Bootlegger's Tavern," as he opened the door to a small building, the shell of a prewar tattoo parlor. As the two entered the tavern, they were met with the smell of vomit and expired food, something that sent Ivan back before reminding him to wear a bandana to mask the potency of it all. "Quite the inviting smell, eh?" Ivan joked through a coughing fit. He handed Marcy an old rag to use as a bandana, although he wasn't sure if ghouls could smell given their... condition. The bar was small and crowded. Its cramped main room was filled with tables of drunkards. To the side sat two rows of billiards tables encircled by spectators. Ivan walked cooly through the tavern - if "cooly" meant nearly tripping on several puddles of what he hoped was just beer, and nearly suffocating from the lingering smell. He leaned over the bar and shouted for the bartender. "I'll take the usual, Bill."
The bartender looked at Ivan with a puzzled expression. "The usual? Do I know you?"
"Yeah, Bill. It's me, Ivan!"
The bartender rubbed his chin reaching for any recollection of the name but found none. "Sorry, bud. I don't know who you are."
"We've spoken on multiple occasions. We even drank together. Hell, we're practically brothers-" Ivan stopped himself as he noticed the growing confusion in Bill's face. "Fine," he grumbled. "Blackwater brew."
"7 caps please." As Bill counted his caps, he looked over to Marcy. "You ordering?"
Marcy puts the old rag that Ivan had given her in one of her pockets. The smell of alcohol and drunks didn't bother her anymore. She takes a moment to look around the tavern, scouting out the drunks and other visitors for anyone that she might have some recognition of, some glimpse of her past. But seeing no one familiar, she turns back to the bartender.
Marcy Josephine - "I'll take a whiskey please."
She sets a few caps on the counter to pay for the drink.
Bootlegger’s Tavern, Morgantown-
After trudging through the town’s grounded streets for fifteen minutes, Lilith finally finds the tavern. Left hand still slick with blood she pushes open the door with her right. Once inside she scans the interior of the bar for her party, looking over the drinks and misfits that hang around such a place. Once she would’ve felt at home in hole like this with the low lifes, but that time was in the past. Now this place was alien to her. She found it almost repulsive and thought of leaving all together. But she agreed to meet her new found comrades here, and she is at least true to her word. Scaning the crowded bar, she look for the two, then she spotted the two sitting at the bar. She began to walk toward then when suddenly...
"Whiskey coming right up. 12 caps please," the Bill-tender said as he reached under the counter for a room-temperature bottle of whiskey, and a concerningly cloudy glass.
A broken nose and a bruised body were a common sight for the regulars of the downtrodden bar, but a young woman striding through the bar floor coolly with no concern of the blood pouring from her gashed hand and the dangerous environment surrounding her certainly raised a few eyebrows. Some - the less drunk and more perceptive - took notice of the scars on her body and her determined expression and resolved to avoided eye contact and continued with their activities. However, one less perceptive and far more inebriated drunkard saw the dangerous girl as endearing. "Hey," a man walked in front of Lilith's path with a slick expression - or at least the slickest a drunk could pull off. "What brought a pretty lady like you to this two-bit bar, eh? Care for me to buy you a drink?" Behind the man was the bar where Marcy and Ivan were ordering their drinks, but it seemed it would take much more than a plea for the swooning, drunken man to move aside and let Lilith pass to reconvene with her team.
BOOTLEGGERS TAVERN, MORGANTOWN
Marcy pushes twelve caps over the counter to the bartender and takes a big swig of the whiskey before setting it down. She closes her eyes, and just for a moment, she hears something. A voice. Someone that she has known. She couldn't make out what was said before it faded away. She slammed her fist on the bar, frustrated at coming so close to reaching some piece of her past, but alas, it slipped away again.
Her frustration continued to consume her as she turned and saw the man blocking Lilith. While Marcy felt the need to take out some anger, and would love to punch someone, she felt the need to sit back and watch. This was Lilith's problem, and Marcy wants to see if Lilith can solve it.
Bootlegger's Tavern, Morgantown-
That was the one the word that came to Lilith's mind when this man dared to approach her. She was already angry and this heretic's foolish attempts at trying to seduce her with drinks was worsening her already foul mood. Although every bit of her wanted to drag this man back to the shrine she made in the wood and give her god a real sacrifice, but she refrained. There was far too many witnesses here and people would grow suspicious if they never saw that man again. She tried to contain her temper, and in a sweet but strained voice she would say,
"I'm sorry, but I don't partake in drinking. I'm actually here to meet up with my friends."
She hoped this explanation would suffice and make this cretin would go away and stop bothering her. But she knows his type, and she knows they're far too drunk and stupid to understand anything other then violence. She put one hand near her thigh, so if need be, she could pull out one of her daggers.
As the woman entered the bar coolly, many patrons looked over their shoulders in shock. Her name was Levi Iscariot. At least that was what the stitchings on her foxsona fursuit said.
"OwO!!!!1!!!111!!!!!111!!11! What's this?!?!?!?!" she exclaimed loudly as she saw the altercation between Lilith and the drunk man. "H-hewwo????" she approached the man.
"Who the hell are you?" the drunken man grumbled as he pushed the furry back, to which the lunatic woman responded in kind "dId YoU hEcKiN tOuCh Me?!?!?!?!?!?" She let out a loud screech that nearly deafened every patron of the bar, and within seconds, her fursuit's mane turned to a firey yellow.
"She's going Super Sayan!" one man cried amongst the crowd of awed patrons. Soon, her power rose to 9000, then to infinity, and like a nuclear bomb, she wiped Appalachia off of the map. The end.
The woman with brunette hair and anime protagonist neon green highlights, and a scar over one of her anime protagonist amber eyes (that made her look fierce and sexy UwU) entered the bar coolly. Many patrons looked over their shoulders with a sense of awe or confusion at the woman's rather unique appearance. Certainly, many new faces would enter the bar with the diversity that Morgantown regularly attracted, but this woman seemed different from most others, managing to appear both dangerous, wild, and charming just by the way strode into the watering hole. With every step she took, the revolver strung around her hip rattled in its metallic holster, and every so often, she would readjust her hood to retain the mystique and charm of her endearing persona. Her name was Levi Iscariot. At least that was what the red and black stitching on her leather jacket said.
Perhaps too full of herself, she (edgily) approached the drunken man that stood between Lilith and her companions. "Oy, leave her alone," she shouted at the man (edgily) with one firm hand clasped onto the drunken man's outstretched arm before it could reach Lilith's shoulder.
"The hell are you?" the man forcefully retracted his arm, pushing Iscariot back.
With a slight (edgy) smirk, she quickly retorted, "the girl who's going to kick yer ass." Within seconds, she swept the drunken man off of the floor with one well-placed kick. Another strike and he was rendered unconscious. She stared down at the now incapacitated man, poking him with the forepart of her boot. She considered whether or not she should pickpocket him now that she had the opportunity, but as she looked up to see the the entertained spectators waving their beers at amusement, and looking back down at the seemingly destitute drunken man, she thought it wasn't worth it. Shrugging off the encounter but not managing to wipe the cocky smirk off of her face, she nodded at Lilith saying, "Have a good one," before proceeding to her own business at furthest corner of bar.
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Bootlegger’s Tavern, Morgantown
Lilith looked at the strange woman with an extreme disgust and a strange sense of fear. That woman would be an adversary to be wary of for sure she would think to herself. She would continue her way through the bar, not needing to push back its patrons, due to the fact they willing moved out of her way. The blood on her hand was nearly dried by now. Reaching the bar, she sat down on the stool next to Marcy, exasperated. She considered buying a drink, but decided against it.