Name: DimstarClass:Recon

Name: Dimstar Class:Recon

Strengths:

Stealth

Quick Mover

Pinpoint specific locations

Can also Infiltrate

Weakness:

Doesnt like fighting among team

Feels unneeded at times

Items:

Armor that can cloak and has integrated communication device(takes a while to recharge after cloak)

Katana

Binoculars

Couple bottles of water

Electronic jammer

All in all i would say around 70 - 90 pounds

(( Alrighty, so our 5 adventurous ponies have signed up. Vexin, Roland, Cold Flame, and Dimstar, this is how it’s gonna work. I’ll post a prompt, you’ll submit your character’s actions to me, I’ll compile them into a post. Feel free to have off-screen convos, but make em so I can reblog them. I’ll be using the tag “wasteland rp”.

Promt 1: Obsidian stands in the dusty train station, watching the locomotive with his travelling companions pull in. He’s been here a few days, and his pack is bulging with maps an food. A smile adorns his face and a sturdy hat adorns his head. It’s around 2 in the afternoon and he’s ready to go. ))

Wasteland Wanderers

Hehe, I told Octi I would do it. Done by the ever-awesome Sali. 

Thanks for the 100+ followers, really. And feel free to drop something in my inbox, this is an ask/rp blog after all.

Crescendo began to cook silently as Obsidian took care of his armor. Oh the truth. He would tell Obsidian in secret why he knew that it hadn’t been his wife that had been buried. He had wished the others had been as strong in support but Obsi was now helping him. This was the reason why he knew...

Broken City, broken trust continued.

“There is at least one Stallion in this town and he is in the hospital after saving a child!” an irate voice cries out.  Said owner of the voice happened to be a reporter.  Apparently crashing through walls to save a foal was exciting in this town.

“Don’t come in here and interrupt the rest of this pony! He’ll probably chat your ear off one way or another.” a nurse says, not wanting to encourage anything.

“Oh come on, you said he was fine!”  The reporter said.

“No, I said he will be fine.  He’s still healing up!”  the nurse clarifies.

“Will you two be quiet and let a pony rest after crashing into a burning building?”  Crescendo apparently would have none of the bickering while he rested.  He waited for the jab of a crossbow bolt into his flank then slowly looked over when he felt none.   Two ponies were staring wide eyed at him.

“What?  Is there something wrong with a patient able to talk after a little rest?”

The nurse began to rapidly nod,  “You should be in a coma after taking so much damage to your lungs.  The fact it’s been 4 hours since you’ve been brought in is miraculous.”

“Oh, ok.  I’ll go back to sleep then. Please don’t bolt me.” 

The two mares looked to each other,  “Bolt..?”

“Let’s just say, Crossie Palm helped me a lot.” 

The nurse looked on with a deadpan expression,  “How many would she?”

“3 to 5.”

The Nurse stares and then shakes her head, dragging the reporter away.

Roland sits, watching out from the entrance, his back to the fire as he watches the darkness, his eyes constantly scanning. “I don’t like it. Somethin’s out there, watchin. If y’all will let me I’d like to take the first shift standin guard.” he states, his voice mildly worried. He swigs some water from his canteen before looking back at the group. “Food is smellin pretty good, what is it?” he asks as he turns back to the darkness, turning on his heavy flashlight, shining it into the darkness.

Stirring the pot, Obsidian replies “Canned Veggie Stew. Don’t get used to it, this was all I could carry.”

Being merely an observer and researcher, Vexin has no perceptual abilities to notice these strange feelings Obsidian mentioned and tries to snag a little bit of the group’s cooked food, easily able to repay the group with her own food rations. Just enjoys the taste of cooked food a lot more.

Coldflame was going to give a bite to a piece of well-done steak, when he heard something “What the…” nothing more can be heard “Meh, must be my imagination…”

After the dinner Vexin yawns and turns to Obsi. “I don’t suppose you can cast enough water magic for a quick shower?”

Dimstar paces back an forth looking around quiet paranoid “Does anyone else feel something wrong here?”

(( prompt ))

“You’re just being paranoid. Yes, there’s wild animals out here beyond pony control, but they shouldn’t bother us.” Then he turns his attention to Vexin “Really? Alright I’ll see what I can-“

WHUMPH

Obsidian is tackled by a pony-sized creature that looks like a long-legged lizard or some kind of scaly greyhound. 4 more slightly smaller ones creep in around the edge of the firelight, snarling and letting out bark-like shrieks. Scrabbling sounds reveal another of the larger ones clinging to the rocks above.

More unusual sounds come from the other side of the camp off in the darkness. It seems  about 3 more of the smaller ones are dealing with something that is letting out chitters, hisses, and some sort of buzzing.

Wasteland Wanderers pt 4