Dead man's gun (Forum rp, open)
#201
Posted 05 June 2014 - 09:37 PM
"What you using a sawn off for? You should be using a rifle at this range, pal"
#202
Posted 05 June 2014 - 09:42 PM
Star looked at her gun for a minute, then answered and thought better of it.
"I suppose you're right. I'll be right back." she answered, then went to go get one.
((shes going to da store
))
#203
Posted 07 June 2014 - 12:17 PM
((Has everyone abandoned this aside from Shadow?
If they have, fuck it, I'll just make a fallout rp
And if you don't wanna post anymore, please post about it))
#204
Posted 08 June 2014 - 01:40 AM
And do you have some sort of story that's not just the regular fallout story with ponies? An original story?))
#205
Posted 08 June 2014 - 01:56 AM
((I can make one, yeah.
I wanna do something a tad more complex than 'there was nukes and now raiders'))
#206
Posted 08 June 2014 - 06:42 AM
#207
Posted 09 June 2014 - 11:24 PM
((Same here, Orbit. But much has been taking place and the timing was not favorable for me to get in a decent post.))
The dust cloud approached the town with sickening haste. Ponies scrambled through the streets and puffs of smoke marked the snaps of their rifles as they tried to thin the numbers from afar. The mares and foals rushed inside and out of the streets as quickly as they could, but as the marshal had said, it would likely have been futile if they breached the walls. Seeing no other options, he walked calmly across the street towards where he would do his best to keep them at bay with the others. The wind had died down a little bit, but the sun hadn't changed. It still beat down against his back and threatened to boil him alive, but there was no time to worry about it now. He spread his wings and lifted himself up off the ground, flapping his way up to the roof of the telegraph office where he could get a good vantage point and not be in the way. Cooper landed softly on the baking roof and rested his shoulder against the Telegraph sign.
Very carefully, he slid his Winchester from under his duster and pushed the lever forward before bringing it back again to chamber a round. Gunfire continued to ring out around him, but he planned on waiting until they were a little closer until he fired. He only had nine rounds in his rifle and reloading in the middle of a fight was not the best idea, but there would likely be no way around it in a fight of this size.
As he waited, he glanced back at the pony he had been talking to and motioned him up to where he was sitting. He was unsure of how those crossbows would fare, but it never hurt to have a pony at your back when you had to reload.
#208
Posted 10 June 2014 - 02:52 AM
Skye flew towards the roof, acknowledging the stallion with a silent nod as he ducked under the sign. Already the gunfire was approaching, and he knew that having a hoof behind his back would benefit them both. That is, if they could deal with the blasted sun bearing down on them.
Glancing through the heat, the pegasus shifted position along the roof, searching for a better spot to shoot from. At least the enemy would have the sun in their eyes when they came tearing down the street, he grimly remarked; that other pony sure knew his placement. Another sporadic burst of gunfire erupted from the walls, the dust cloud having all but dissipated as the group met head-first with the defensive line. It wouldn't be long till it broke, and then it would be every pony for himself.
He flipped the crossbows out of their holsters, briefly giving them a once over. The gold and silver inlays sparkled in the heat, looking so much like diamonds in the scorching sun. He would only need one for now. Spinning the silver crossbow, his brother's crossbow, back into it's holster, he snapped the bolt back with a firm click. Catching the stallion's uncertain glance at his weaponry, he merely gave a small chuckle, carefully pulling out several steel, square-tipped bolts from the pack he carried and placing them into the firing chamber, which he then locked with a tap.
The first shot would go through plated steel, his father had said as he handed them their crossbows; the last would stave one's teeth in. It wasn't the most conventional of weapons, but it would suffice.
The mare back at the bounty board had been right after all. It was indeed a good day to die.
#209
Posted 10 June 2014 - 06:34 AM
Members of the horde who'd been shot dropped in a puddle of their own blood on the hot sand, and with Siege on the gatling gun, a lot of them were getting shot.
Casings had gone everywhere, and Siege loaded another clip into the top. They were going through them like crazy!
Occasionally the griffon would fire his pistol if the reloading took too long, and more than once he picked up one of the repeaters to fire. The numbers of the Dogs were thinning, but there was so many of them! At least they weren't a very capable bunch, they relied entirely on numbers, and intimidation.
Annabelle was a damn fast shot. She was like clockwork when it came to the gun - Lever forward, Lever back, fire, and it never stopped until she needed to reload, which simply meant a second or so delay.
The mare blasted out the rider's mounts, if she couldn't get a good shot at the rider. The mounts were tougher than their riders, but they were also far bigger targets.
Eventually, when the horde had clumped up a bit, she lobbed a fire bomb, igniting most of the crowd. She smiled, any time she got to use those was a good time.
#210
Posted 10 June 2014 - 02:47 PM
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