The Desperado.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-29 22:56:38, as a chat transcript.

's footsteps were invisible under his insanity shade of blue cloak. The cloak itself seemed to add or remove a detail when over lays or relays his eye's on it. The figure's right eye a madding orange that, like his cloak, changed a small detail about it's self when the figure would blink. Other then serving as a tool to drive lesser men insane, The Desperado's eye was also the only source of illumination for a face hidden under the shadow of a wide, yet thin, brim hat.

The bounty hunter wasted no time in lumbering though the maze of tables and patrons to the oak bar, his only visible eye scanning the room in an less then obvious manner for one who could be a possible contractor

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-29 23:05:33, as a chat transcript.

"Your annoying" Although he was referring to both Tigerman and Tagtail, the Desperado didn't turn his shadowed face to the pair. Rather the Bounty hunter kept his sole visible eye on the Polished Oak that made up the bar. His voice being magically 'tagged' for the pair of patrons to immediately realize that the Bounty hunter was referring to them.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-29 23:15:29, as a chat transcript.

Placed a gloved finger to tap onto the bar, the bounty hunter's throat was dry and his bones were tired. While he waited for the Bartender to respond to his tap, he allowed for an orange eye to spy upon a woman dancing alone, her fingers furiously running a bow over the strings of a fairly impressive violin.. The bounty hunter gave her a small nod, that she would pick up if she happened to glance this way before turning his head back to the bar..waiting for the damn tender. "Ridiculous" His voice emitted under the veil of shadow.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-29 23:18:25, as a chat transcript.

(( Gah! Not much use for a bounty hunter at this time is there? ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-29 23:24:44, as a chat transcript.

Tensioned up when he felt..darkness, a presence. His gloved fingers immediately curled under his mad as a hatter cloak to softly grip onto his sole weapon. A pistol, that's exposure to the Bounty hunter's chaos energies transformed a was once beautiful and elegant weapon into a dark and twisted hunk of metal, that still retains a shell of it's former beauty. "Damn..Mystics." The Desperado muttered under the shadows that blot his deformed face, his right hand reaching outward for the drink

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-29 23:26:09, as a chat transcript.

(( Oh dear, I may have to lob you later on Saarai. ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-29 23:34:12, as a chat transcript.

Cocked his head leftwards as the woman's words rang within his covered ears, his blue clad fingers already guiding the cold glass of his drink to his shadowed forehead. "Yes?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-29 23:37:49, as a chat transcript.

(( I posted Briena ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-29 23:44:57, as a chat transcript.

Guided the cool glass from his darkened forehead, and placed the tip of the said glass along his barely visible blue lips. With a small indent of his arm, the Bounty hunter forced the clear liquid though slightly parted lips. "What do you want?" The Desperado didn't avert his gaze to look at the woman he was addressing, rather he simply stared at the Polished wood making up the pub's bar.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-29 23:46:27, as a chat transcript.

((...No))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-29 23:56:00, as a chat transcript.

[ Drat.. I seem to be a tad late there ]

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-29 23:58:23, as a chat transcript.

Sighed as he heard a scampering sound emitting from the floor..under his chair to be more precise. His mind coolly and calmly ran though a list of possible options as he sipped at his clear drink. He figured that the sound was too heavy and loud to be a rat, and his superstitions were confirmed as a small giggle was heard emitting from the said spot.

With a second sigh, the Bounty hunter took a second sip of his glass before producing his dark beauty of a pistol out from under his shade of insane blue cloak. "Okay..Fun's over" He didn't look under his chair as he spoke..or even looked down for that matter. Rather, he placed the barrel of his pistol pointing downwards at the spot of seat in between his legs... "Come on out" When he heard the girl crawl out from under his chair, and scamper off. He immanently re holstered his weapon and resumed with sipping his drink.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 00:00:58, as a chat transcript.

"What do you want?" The bounty hunter didn't give Nikolai the pleasure of his gaze as he spoke to him, rather he kept his sole visible eye watching the swirling liquid within his cool glass

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 00:01:31, as a chat transcript.

(( You know what they say about cold fingers.. ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 00:06:52, as a chat transcript.

"I'm not in the Social Business" The Bounty Hunter replied, continuing to give his glass a small sip now and again. "So, what do you want?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 00:11:05, as a chat transcript.

"In my trade Bounty Hunter 'apprentice' is another word for target practice." The Desperado commented, still not bothering to give the vampire a glance

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 00:14:38, as a chat transcript.

Ducked his head with the slightest of movements, well out of the way of the path of stuffed bunny. He took another sip of his drink while the bunny soar over his head..and landed into the an open oven though the bar/food room. window "I didn't say I wouldn't give you a shot." The hunter muttered loud enough for the angered vampire to hear, and finished off his drink with a small chuckle.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 00:21:56, as a chat transcript.

"Don't touch me again or I'll feed the rat to my coat." The Hunter pretended like the woman didn't just openly hit him over the head, and tapped along the bar once again for another drink. "Kid I see people like you a dime a dozen, always looking to 'prove themselves' and always ending up dead..I won't deny you a job, but I wont clean up the stain you'll leave on the floor either" Finally turned his single visible orange eye to peer at Nikolai at the end of his short little speech, spinning his weapon out to point upwards at Kaya's face as he does so..hoping that the action would be enough to stop her in mid-swing. "I said..don't touch me again."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 00:22:26, as a chat transcript.

"Don't touch me again or I'll feed the rat to my coat." The Hunter pretended like the woman didn't just openly hit him over the head, and tapped along the bar once again for another drink. "Kid I see people like you a dime a dozen, always looking to 'prove themselves' and always ending up dead..I won't deny you a job, but I wont clean up the stain you'll leave on the floor either" Finally turned his single visible orange eye to peer at Nikolai at the end of his short little speech, spinning his weapon out to point upwards at Kaya's face as he does so..hoping that the action would be enough to stop her in mid-swing. "I said..don't touch me again."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 00:25:28, as a chat transcript.

"You still want the job then?" The Bounty hunter raised an invisible brow over his sole visible eye, a frown barely visible under the veil of magical darkness that covers a good half of his face under his wide brimmed hat.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Seloc

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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