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Indeed, well I just posted like...two posts ago, so I'm going to hold my tongue until we get one more.

Eager to follow after the one sort of guidance he had in this madness, Aaron dashed after Dergar as he went, just in time to see the calamity with the hobbits. With a stifled yelp of surprise, he quickly hid being a rather broad tree, hoping the group hadn't noticed him.

Max chose to ignore the anti-ghoul slander, shaking his head at Chance, "Friend, there's seriousness, and then there's realism. Legion ain't gonna get blown over like a house of cards, it's gonna take skills, smarts, and planning to put them out of our misery. Damn shame the NCR and Courier cou...

Max grinned ruefully, nonchalantly twirling his .44 magnum on his finger, "Name's Versache, Maximillion Versache. [censored] name, right? Just call me Max, or don't even speak to me if you're so inclined, I'm not given to being a socialite." He regarded the Ranger with a smirk, "So no...

(Sorry had to deal with something college-related) Aaron nodded at the deductions of his colleagues, "Alright, well at least we semi-know what's going on here, hopefully this'll be a good learning experience for me." Aaron hefted the bag of holding over the shoulder he hadn't reserved for ...

The air around the group dropped fifty degrees. Varnwing stared at Andria. "No." He grated, still lying flat on his chest in Aaron's hands. "...Yeah, I'm gonna have to decline on that one," Aaron said slowly, moving to prop Varnwing up on his shoulder, "He may not be able to...

I guess I'm trying to be funny with how inexperienced Aaron is trying to be, not trying to step on T-V's toes...claws...talons....er...

"Oh, at once, sir!" Aaron saluted Dergar and, upon seeing T-V's plight, picked his newfound friend up, "Erm, I don't mean to be impudent, but would you prefer I carried you, it would probably save you some energy in case you need to accomplish important...bird-necessary tasks and it w...

Aaron wandered sleepily out of his room, having found suitable sleeping breeches and a night shirt within, he'd found the bed quite good enough to sleep in...though the lack of dreams he had was certainly disturbing... "G'morning ladies and gents, I trust we're off to a good start this morning?...

My...my god...the majesty...the wonder...*goes mad from the revelation*

The man with no name...CLINT EASTWOOD!

Actually, apparently the Wastehound is sold via the Great Khans...so yeah.

Also, CS edited.

Aaron smiled nervously at Dergar, "Erm, thank you sir for this wonderful...bag. Pardon my naivete, but what exactly does it...do?"

Aaron scratched the back of his head as he clutched the bag, it felt quite light and yet...there was a certain ethereal quality to it he couldn't explain.

This idea intrigues me...wonder what's happened to the likes of Yes Man and the Big MT (or Ulysses for that matter) This character runs on the assumption that the Courier fixed the White Gloves 'problem' by exposing Mortimer after his speech was over and got both the Gundersons out safely. Name: Max...

Aaron nodded gratefully at Dergar's suggestion, "Yes, I'll certainly come along, sir!" He tried to keep his exclamation to a whisper and barely succeeded. He followed after Dergar all the way until they reached his armor, he blinked as the tree housing it was touched and possibly bewitched...