The Four Corners - A Treasure Hunter's Tale [A New Nappy RP]

[Mikoyan]

I shake my head

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[blazerblock2]

     Naz takes a small device from one of the dead mans' bodies, tossing it toward Alexander.

[blazerblock2]

Not really necessary bump.

[Mikoyan]

I begin looking over the device

[blazerblock2]

     It appears to be a home made GPS device, probably made at the bandit camp.  "GPS." Naz says, taking out his own and pointing at it.  "Mark location here.  I give coordinate to close town."
     After I handed the man the GPS,  I took the equipment from the other corpses, some metal armor for scrap and a few spice grenades.  I'm glad I killed him before he could throw any more.
     Naz again jestures to the two jars of spice he had pushed toward Alexander.

[RedGajin]

Zebellan and his trio reach the mine entrance, following the footsteps.

"Keep your eyes open, these buggers are sons of bitches."

Zebellan points out some disturbed locations, someone had obviously been looking for something in here.  Suddenly shots burst out from Pyters direction.

"stuff! stuff, motherforgeters are coming out of the loving walls!"

Zebellan whips around to see Pyter firing at two Fareyes emerging from what before appeared to be boarded up tunnels. Zebellan whips around as he sees two more come up from the ground. "Oooh, forget!" He brings his shotgun up and fires off two rounds. One of the shots knicks one ofe the creatures in the shoulder but they both keep coming, mouths opened wide in a growl, clubs raised. Zebellan shoots another shot off at the clost one and it goes flying back, half of its chest missing. He shoots again but the creature jumps up on the wall, and then launches towards him. It lands on his chest and knocks him to the ground, shotgun landing next to him. Zebellan struggles with the thing before shoving it off into the wall. He draws his machete and charges at the creature. The thing opens its mouth wide in a scream, which is quickly silenced as the machete pierce sits throat.

Zebellan looks back just as Pyter gets smashed with a club. His head caves in and he falls to the ground, presumably dead. Rickter looses off a few shots before yelling, "We gotta go, loving move!"

Zebellan scrambles and retrieves his rifle before continuing down the tunnel.

[Mikoyan]

I poke around with the GPS a little and toss it back to Naz. "You seem native. I can't navigate."

[Watcher In The Myst]

Name: Alexander Fenoxo
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Personality: Outgoing, but aggressive at times.
Appearance: Shaved head, 6 foot 7 inches, stubble. Tanned & calloused skin.
Inventory: Full-metal AKM (Folding stock, vert grip, iron sights), 5 AKM magazines, 3 boxes of 7.62x39mm rounds, Rugged 2.0 military-grade tablet (GPS and stuff)
Clothing: Desert-camouflaged fatigues, tan bandanna around neck, MOLLE, desert rucksack, tan combat boots, goggles around neck.
Picture*:
Backstory*: Character development much?
Previous RPs*: Too many to name.
Other**: Mercenary, hangs around the desert area.
Skill***: 20/20 vision, rifle training, steady hands

[Mikoyan]

Good job stealing my name cigarette

[blazerblock2]

I poke around with the GPS a little and toss it back to Naz. "You seem native. I can't navigate."

     Naz takes the GPS and h pokes around it a bit, pressing all sorts of buttons.  He hands it back to Alexander.  "I put coordnate to closest town, north here." he points northward.  "I also note here location if come back for gold."

[Jokey365]

My problem finally goes away as the weird guys leave. The reason they left is what worried me. Gunshots, echoing through the tunnels. I get up and move in the direction of the exit again, taking quieter routes to avoid possible death.

[blazerblock2]

     Naz turns to Alex after he is done looting.  "We go back town now, yeah?"

[Mikoyan]

I shake my head. "I'd do better out here."

[blazerblock2]

     Naz shrugs, and says, "Farewell, friend." and he walks northward afte collecting the supplies, he leaves 2 jars of spice behind for Alex.

[Tingalz]

Jack gazed at the VTOL as it flew away, the bastard pilot hadn't waited for him. He quickly made up his mind, he would head to the west continent instead. Ater a hurried dash to the platform where the western VTOL was taking off jack was tired, but he made it just in time. He got on board the VTOL and looked around, there was one other guy, he took the seat opposite him.

Nolan regarded the boy who just now got aboard the transport. He looked just about ready for the west continent, but seemed a little young and inexperienced. He also wondered if he could possibly get in the way of his plans. Nolan sits there in silence. If the boy wanted a conversation during the ride, then he would have to talk to him.