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Sorry I've been dead guys. Moving house AGAIN has had me all tied up, plus I have uni 4 out of 7 days and the courses give me about 6 days worth of work. So I've been a little swamped. But I've got Evan written up, I'll upload him soon along with a sketch of the base so you all know what it...

Oh boy, do I hope you cleared that with Chameleon first...

Mr. SKT-50 (obviously James would call him that knowing it meant Schitzo and having a pretty funny in joke for all those who know the robot) sounds pretty good. And I'd advise not actually agreeing and killing him. Krdravvv....vvv? I don't even know how to spell it. Anyway, HE knows more about...

Yasmin smiled at the 'present company excluded' part. ''Yeah, this guy is a bucket of crazy alright.'' she looked at James and cocked an eyebrow, grinning sinisterly. ''You know, given the present company, we could just kill both Krill and however the fuck you pronounce his name.'' she kept her...

Well, I know Yasmin's first suggestion at hearing the robot jump through multiple programmes would be 'Mr. Schitzo'. But I don't have any of my own suggestions yet.

Yasmin's hand twitched towards her knife as she stared at the bacj of his head, but she kept it under control. Sexist, egotistical, unfunny. She'd have cooked and served him back in the raider camp. ''As much of a dick as Benny was, at least he had some actual charm.'' she muttered to James...

Yasmin raised her thin, pierced eyebrows skeptically. ''You're pretty self aware for someone with apparent D.I.D. 'Krill'. Most aren't aware and definitely don't consider themselves an 'us'. Man in white, you say? Should make an easy target. You just focus on keeping both your selves safe, I can...

Yasmin smiled and flicked her hair. ''Me? Trouble? Never. Not like I almost got us all killed or anything.'' she laughed. ''And I'm just getting my sniper fixed, got nothing else going. What's the mission and is there any pay?''

Will you need any actual information on what is happening? Cause if you do, PM me the questions and I'll let you know what these Fiends would know/give up.

Yasmin walked up to Samuel's stall with a smile and put her sniper rifel and caps on the table. She'd been coming out to the post for his repair skills for a couple years and had recently got into a bit of a fight, needing a new barrel. She stood leaning against a stall looking around while he...

Ok, posting. But please don't include what you think my character would say in your own posts. Only I know what my characters will do.

Physically, Yasmin is a pretty good specimen. Minus the addiction, she is healthy, fit, flexible and strong. But I like to play realistic fights, so she often has some bullet holes or broken or bruised or stabbed something that'll impair her. But that's more of the story's events shaping the...

Sweet, I'll post when it's the next morning in rp.

I have an idea on how I can join. If you giys are at the trading station, Yas will kniw James from before. She could join there, if that's ok with you Chameleon?

A lot of the flaws develope as the RP goes along. Take Nevest for instance. He turned out to have a superiority complex (nothing against the actual Nevest, it's a good thing). It's good when characters traits get revealed as they go along. The way they react to things shapes them and makes them...

Yasmin grinned and lifted her shirt up a bit as if she planned to take it off. ''Ok men, new stratagY. I'll flash my tits to the fiends and whe they are fainting and giggling, you shoot them.'' she dropped it back down and pulled her pants back up. ''And thank, Pawnsy. Your's aren't so bad...

Yasmin pulled a medx out of her pocket and stuck it into her thigh. ''Save your's for everyone else. I got my own.'' she looked over at Nevest, seeing him look at her and turn away and laughed in a whisper, as she'd been saying everything else in. ''Really? You can't stand to see legs? I am...

Yasmin shook her head. ''Seriously, what is with this ghoul racism?'' she unbuckled her belt and slide her pants down so Pawnsy could get to her thigh. The wounds didn't look good. She pulled out the stitches that had come undone and were hanging from her skin. ''Unless he goes feral and tries...

Yasmin looked from her soaked, bloody leg, to Jacob's, half smiling as she held out her arm for him to set the station on. ''Hey, we match.'' she said light heartedly. The blood loss was making things seem a little distant and made her calmer. She'd need a blood pack soon, but she was still ok...

It was obvious, but we weren't talking about the details in the characters until now. Glad to have you back!