Fallout NYC

Seth drew his revolver, as a precaution while he neared the closet, then yanked the door open, finding a pair of boots, and a mass of coats. "I doubt this will be much help" he said but started riffling through it now.

The can of oil sloshed a small amount of oil onto the chest of the robot before falling to the ground. The protectron continued firing, stating, "CONTINUED HOSTILITIES WILL NOT BE TOLERATED."

“Hostilities this hostilities that, would you just shut up and die already!” Roach yells as he dashes toward a desk closer the protectron while throwing two more knives its way.

The two blades just deflect of the metal shell of the robot as it continues its advance, blaring, "NON-COMBATANTS ARE ADVISED TO LEAVE THE AREA."

Naxius removed the skeleton from him, and grabbed the boots. He then took the duffle bag to the teacher's desk and opened it.

“Come on is it too much to ask for YOU TO JUST DIE!” Roach reaches into his bag and pulls out on a 1 ¼ combo wrench from the set he grabbed earlier. “Fine if blades obviously won’t work I’ll just club ya.” He charges the protectron and starts swinging the wrench at the sensor on its head.

Tim had dispatched the first three ghouls, but was struggling to deal with the final two. "Well, well. This smoothskin thinks he can play!" was the response from one of them.

"Poor little boy, wandering far from home. Are you lost?" something of a grin became noticeable, "Are you lost, little boy?"

Tim grinned and squeezed his fists tighter, "You damn shufflers ain't got a chance with me."

A growl came from the first one, "Smoothskin, you're about to became a victim of your odyssey."

Tim winked, "Ithaca is on the horizon." He threw himself towards the foes.

Naxius pulled out the contents of the duffle bag: a pair of black denim jeans, a black and white shirt and a black, fuzzy hoodie. He took off his armor, sliced off his Vault jumpsuit, and changed into his new clothes. He put his armor back on, and walked out of the classroom, beginning to look for Seth.

Aiming at the retreating arachnid, Max unleash a trio of beams directly into its eyes. With this the spider skittered forward for a second before falling to the ground dead. Max slowly stood up before leaving the room quickly and walking down to the second floor.

With a crunching noise, the glass dome protecting its visual sensor shattered, allowing the wrench to continue on and smash the sensor. At this, the protectron blared out, "VISUAL COMPROMISED. IMMEDIATE REPAIR NECESSARY."

Hearing this Roach quickly exited the room slamming the door behind him “I’m getting out while the getting’s good.”

Seth picked through the old coats, pulling out one and tossing it on the floor, then a pair of old boots. He pulled up a black suit case, then popped it open to see what was in it, finding a white dress shirt, and pair of jeans, along with a load of paper with faded text. "I guess somebody had a change of clothes in case of accidents...wouldn't hurt to check on them." He said standing up with the clothes, but put them to rest on the floor with the rest of the cloth. Then popped open the locker, to check inside.

Tim jabbed with his left, and brought his right to snap the ghouls head to the right. He smiled as he continued his attack on the two. As the one fell down, struggling to get back up, the other moved forward.

"Well, well. We have a smoothskin that can actually take care of himself," said the ghoul moving forward, "How well can you dance with a real fighter?"

Tim laughed, "Can a shuffler actually dance?"

Stumbling down the last few steps, Max caught himself just before he faceplanted. Groaning at his slip-up, he glanced around at the blank walls, hoping no one saw that.

Naxius made his way to the ag tech room, and found Seth by the locker. "Find anything useful?"

Roach continues sprinting down the hall until he suddenly plows into something knocking both him and it to the ground, looking up he sees Max “What are you doing standing there while I’m trying to run away, you’re gonna get us both killed like that.”

Max just looked at him, before saying, "What are you running from? I just got jumped by a giant spider and I'm fine."

“Well lucky you, you can stab spiders I got jumped by a protectron.” He yells “You can’t stab a damn protectron!”

"Can you show me the robot? Might be able to grab something from it. Also, the Protectron unit's back panel is rather weak and can be pierced by most anything to adversely affect it's circuits."

“Whatever follow me” Roach walks back down the hall from where he came

Following along behind Roach, Max asked him, "Where'd you find it?"

“I was scavenging in the Technology room and it shot at me.” Roach replied

Tim jabbed with his left, and blocked a punch with his right forearm. He felt the slight pop in his humerus, and the twinge of pain. He must of grimaced, because the ghoul grinned, "What's the matter smoothskin? Just aren't tough enough I take it?" His grin grew a bit, as he threw a punch at the, now, lame arm.

Tim grimaced as he tried to block with the right forearm again. This time, he felt the snap, and he dropped it immediately. He dove after his adversary, trying to figure out what he could do next, with only one arm, and not exactly trained in kick boxing, he just hoped this guy didn't have more than his fists.

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"Well, just get me there, I'll see what I can do."

Roach continues down the hall taking a couple turns here and there until he reaches the door where he came from “Well Max it’s in there so have fun I’ll be out here.” He looks through the window of the door then back at Max “Yell if ya need me”

Stepping into the room, Max flinches to the left as a crimson bolt strikes the door next to him. As the robot continued to spastically shoot the area around it, Max tried to get around behind it without getting a laser to the face.