After a bit of getting himself re-patched up-and a few worried glances from his daughter- Tony felt right again. Not quite all right-especially with what happened to the Vault quite recently-but all right enough to move with out any issue. He kitted himself out in a Vault security outfit. Might have been nice to have such protection on him before he got shot and stabbed. But hindsight is twenty/twenty. And it wasn't exactly available to him with him being an engineer anyway. He still had his now rather blood soaked wrench. A switchblade that was quite recently lodged into his side. And Karl's Nailgun, something that held more sentimental value then practical value to him, but he kept it with him all the same. And now stood the decision on leaving the Vault, or simply staying behind and fixing up. He knew what he wanted to do. Even if he didn't know if he like the idea himself anymore. @Casavay "Well, how do I look Aggy?" he asked, spreading his arms out, "Fits like a glove. I think that damn test didn't know what it was talking about. Maybe I was always cut out for this thing and never knew it...or maybe they're just one sized fits all and your old man is rambling over nothing." He looked back to his daughter. She was still here, despite everything that's happened. He wasn't sure who to thank for that. Some benevolent deity or just sheer dumb luck that she didn't end up a victim of the attack. He had to thank something for having him insist on giving her the speech when he did, otherwise who knew what could happened. He still didn't know which was more true. That she needed him, or it was he that just needed her. "How are you holding up?" he asked sincerely, his nonchalance fading to show some actual concern, "we uhh...went through quite a lot recently. Sorry to have had to inform you about Uncle Karl, but you would have found out later on anyways. I still miss that old bastard myself, so I can understand if you're still...trying to process everything. If you need time to yourself just let me know, and if you need me there for you, I'll be there."
Before Exodus After helping Caroline with dealing out the security gear, and putting on some of the uncomfortably large padding herself, Agnes excused herself. There was still something she had to do, after all. Like a vulture, the cook had been slowly drifting through the halls of the Vault, walking through the carnage and death, her knife in hand. Her intention had been to gather whatever flesh she could, as to honour the dead and maintain a beloved tradition, but even as she knelt before one good neighbour, she felt herself waver. It seemed pointless to her as she placed the tip of her little knife on a blue-clad chest, trailing the sharp bit of metal down towards the psoas major, where one would find the generally most edible mass. But beyond scraping up a bit of the jumpsuit, Agnes had been unable to bring up the force to cut. In spite of her eagerness to consume the dead, human meat was not the young Larux' favourite meal by far. It tasted slightly bitter, and even when seasoned well, was usually simply inferior in quality to quadrupedal food sources. The blade came to stop roughly at bladder height, now only really balanced by a tip of her finger. She could probably carve out quite a bit of food from the over a hundred dead. But unless it would all be consumed within days, much of the ritualistic honouring of their demise would have been lost in rot and decay - raw meat was raw meat, and she was fairly sure they were not picking up refridgerators along the way. She sighed, closing the man's eyes and putting away her knife. With her boots stained by blood, gore, and whatever else these corpses had been leaking, Agnes moved to the kitchen to pick up whatever dry rations she could find. More immediately before the Exodus, but not leaving yet @GobMaw_HellSmasha | Agnes Larux looked at her father and smiled. It was a loving smile, a smile that did not clash with the sadness otherwise apparent in her face. She'd only learned now that Uncle Karl was dead, but couldn't help but feel glad it was not her own dad, even though that line of thought horrified her. It was her beloved Uncle Karl, after all, her father's best friend and her own second dad! The daughter hugged her father tight for a moment, the intinmacy of the gesture somewhat diminished by the sheer amount of ballistic vest between them. "I'm fine, dad... As long as you're there, I'm holding up just fine." Yes, it was a half lie, but she couldn't be telling her father now that she felt shaken and sick, right? She had to fake strength, even though her dad's words only made it harder. After all, of all the people she could have found, missing Karl's corpse pained her the greatest. Of all men she could have paid her last respects to, it was him that she did not.
Oliver moved back to the through the rooms to the others, he left every single Vault Dweller alone and undisturbed, if someone was to remove them and hide their fate it wasn't going to be him, he did however find some Leather Armour in good condition upon a Raider's corpse, appeared to have been battered to death from the trauma on his head. Removing the Leather Armour and Oliver found it to be snug fit, it provided more armour than just a jumpsuit but didn't hamper movement either. Then passing the corpses of raider and dweller alike Oliver barely gave them notice, every time he did look down at them he saw the screens once more of eyes staring at his, each seemed to screaming in silence, how could Oliver change that to act like they didn't die that way, what right did he have to change their memories. Oliver then quickened his pace wanting to get out faster as he mind was filling with more horrifying thoughts. Sadness, anger and horror all filled him with each demanding his attention but instead he couldn't comprehend which to listen to like all the voices of the corpses were screaming, laughing, sobbing to him and he couldn't do a thing for them. If Oliver was talked to a few days ago that he'd be thinking that a corpse would scream or laugh or cry at him he'd have told Vault Security to keep an eye on a nutcase but now wondered if he was the one falling to the rages of insanity. Again he kept all this to himself, no one else would understand this and he'd be killed off as a weak link, he knew he would as he'd be a liability. As Oliver made it to the armoury he barely made his presence noticed and gather some 10mm ammo from the Armoury before rejoining the group. "So who's coming?" Oliver asked into the silence that had fallen upon the Vault since the Raiders had fallen and the group was patched up.
-Before Exodus John after getting everyone together and looking for survivors was disheartened when he saw so few of them survived. After everyone had been gathered together, He and a few others had the job of gathering the bodies up. It was a depressing and mental draining job gathering the bodies of his fellow vault dwellers seeing friends and people he knew for years now dead disturbed him and filled him with rage at those who did this. But for now it was to attend to the dead. Gathering them and putting them in one room, John did what he could to make sure the residents look at peace after gathering there bodies in one room before leaving, Making sure he separated them from the invaders he put the invaders bodies in another room not caring if they looked at piece or not and putting them in a pile to be used for anyone needs whether to use for bait for hunting or other wise. John went to his room for a long while letting out some of his frustrations and tears away from the others before cleaning himself back up and getting ready for the possible exodus, Putting on his hat and a suit of security armor. He set out to meet the others at the vault door. At the vault door- @lord-watchman John came at the vault door looking for the overseer after one of the worst jobs in the vault he had ever done in his life, The overseers assistant look drained mentally and physically. "Ahh good to see most of us made it. Now we have to plan what to do for the expedition out. Overseer do you have any maps from the area from before the vault was closed? Anything might help the expedition out into the world." John asked
Selina just stood there for a few moments before relising she was being talked to "sorry my heads still not with me" as the young girl spoke she looked at the others "i have something to tell you all though" as she said this she looked at tony "somoen used our radio to broadcast my codes to open the door, before you ask i dont know who did it and i dont know why but we were all in the canteen when it happend so i dont belive it was any of us, and i see this as a failing on my part so i ask do any of you want to take over as leader of our group"
"Well I don't know why you're looking toward me like that" he said, fully realizing that the overseer was glancing toward his direction for whatever reason, "I'm some crotchety old bastard that's going to be dead in a month. Who the hell would be crazy enough to follow me? Who the hell would even want too? Shouldn't you be looking for someone with a bit more longevity?" He just folded his arms and looked back toward the overseer. With a grunt and a shake of his head. He was pretty sure she wasn't looking toward him to be the boss. But he decided on not even bringing up how he disliked the overseer trying to subtly blame him for what happened. He wasn't anybody's scapegoat. Especially not her's. That had to be the reason as to why she was looking at him. She wasn't thinking he was leadership material. The old fool of a man babysitting a bunch of kids like this. He had enough to worry about with his own daughter alone. Like he needed too add more worry to his mind. "So what, you screwed up. You've done that plenty of times before. What makes this any different?"
"Well I ain't going to lead, hell I have a hard enough time trying to keep a track of what I'm doing" Oliver didn't want to lead, if he did he'd have tried to take charge from the moment the crisis began. No Oliver would try to help the other people but never would he want to lead them around, he had too much on his own mind to deal with anyone else. "Overseer, if this wasn't your fault and we're wasting time and air on debating this why not just stay the leader and decide that you'll try and make this right somehow. If we changed leader every time something went wrong the Vault would have collapsed a few years after it started. Don't let these events break you but strengthen you." Oliver was checking he had everything he needed to begin finding where the Raiders came from, he didn't care for the Vault anymore, he didn't see a home but a tomb where everyone he knew was dead and the only few he still knew were debating whether or not to stay in the tomb or find some new place in which they could make a home out of. Breaking away from what the Overseer's call for a new leader Oliver wanted to know when they were leaving or if he was going to walk out of the Vault alone into the horrors of the Wasteland. "So, when are we going. I have more important things to do than standing in a tomb. Who's leaving, if you are then feel free to join me but if not then I hope I see you in the future in better times." Oliver then began walking to leave the Vault as the Vault Door was still open.
Ruby had a lot to think about, and no idea how to think it. She concentrated on doing practical things, but underneath she knew she would soon react; one day it had to all come out. Now though, nothing seemed to happen. She guessed that she was numb. She turned to Old Mr Larux. Everything was changing. They hadn't been able to honour the dead, and Ruby had no idea what happened if you didn't do that. She suspected it might not be good. There were family tales of what happened if your family were not properly taken care of in death. Ruby's parents had both gone before all of this, but she kind of felt that the whole Vault was family. Certainly more than those bastards outside. There was something else, too. "I don't think you should be, you know," Ruby said quietly, when Tony said he was due to die in a month. "We ... we don ... there's a lot of dead. We can't possibly eat them all. What good would it do to eat you?" Ruby gathered steam. The idea was kind of blasphemous, kind of ... wrong but at the same time she knew it made as much sense as anything. "If you die, then we lose everything you know and you know a lot, Mr. Larux. I think enough of us have died. I think we need you to stay with us, stay alive." "I ... I don't think you should die when you reach the age." She felt light-headed saying it. "My family had stories, old stories - they say people used to live to - to twice your age! maybe even a hundred!"
At the Vault Door Jace simply sat near the Vault Door, barely hearing anything that was going on around him. He absent-mindedly pet the dog, which had stuck with him throughout the ordeal. He was glad, oddly enough the strange beast provided a sense of comfort. He vaguely overheard them discussing who would be the new leader. His ears perked up when he heard Oliver bring up leaving. Without much thought he began to walk towards the door to. "Oliver's right, we can't stay here anymore. This place... It isn't home now. It can't be." Jace said sorrowfully, the dead still fresh in his mind. He also listened to Ruby. Funny enough he nearly completely forgot about the tradition of dying at 40. Jace didn't care much about it, it wouldn't do them any good now. "I agree with you Doc. We did that to survive. Well, now we don't need to. Why bother killing our own anymore, when we can kill more of the bastards that did this to us!" There was a deep conviction in Jace's voice as he finished speaking. There was a price to pay for what had been done here. There were more of those, "things". He could feel it. He wouldn't call them people, they didn't deserve it. "If we continue the way we've done things, well, there won't be any of us left to go on. It's about survival. Always has been. And I'll be damned if we all don't survive." he wouldn't lose anymore friends, they were going to get through this, to learn to survive again. Traditions be damned.
