Description

Full Name: Sheriff Acenath "Cena" Cloe Johnson
Alignment: Lawful Good
Faction: The Lawmen

Physical Description
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Cena is a lithe and thin woman with wiry muscles under that have her skin stretched taught across them. She is average in height, yet as far as Gunslingers go she is a bit on the short side. This height difference between others of what she dubs 'her own kind' makes her determined to do her best in the job she's been given. Her skin is light in colour with a myriad of freckles covering her upper torso and going across her cheeks. Her hair is light orange in colour and cut off at her chin and generally has ruffled and unkempt appearance.

She has silver-grey eyes, something that she still is trying to get used to as her original eye colour was a dark green. Her face is angular, almost feline in structure. With high cheekbones and a sharp jaw her eyes stare out under arched, thin eyebrows. A petite, slightly upturned nose sits above bow-shaped lips which are usually puled into an easy smile.

She has the beginnings of the silver webbing that runs up her right arm and will increase in intensity and length up her arm as he increases her power. When not on duty Cena wears comfortable and casual clothing, skin tight jeans and a baggy singlet along with a wide-brimmed hat.

Personality
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Cena is a thoughtful and slightly pessimistic person. In her mind you always have to be prepared for the worst and expect it, that way if something does go right, it feels that much better. She has a dry sense of humour, though this doesn't come out that often as she is often stuck in a very serious mindset which is required for her job. But this doesn't stop her from letting off steam from time to time and just spending time with her comrades in a bar somewhere and will get wasted with the best every once in a while, trusting her friends to drag her back home and to her own bed.

She's driven by dealing justice and upholding the law, she doesn't take rule breakers and is quick to stomp out anyone stirring up trouble. When at work she is always serious, not allowing herself to be seen as soft or weak in case someone decides to use this against her in any way, despite her status as a gunslinger. She is determined to do the best she possibly can.

She doesn't do well with liars and people who get entertainment on someone else's expense. She is also very proud, never allowing a challenge to go unanswered and makes sure that her reputation as a no-nonsense sheriff isn't tarnished because of a slip in judgement.

History
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Cena was born in a medium sized town called Memphis under the protection of the Lawmen. Her father owned and operated a hunting store selling guns, traps and just about anything one would need to go hunting. Her mother helped around the store occasionally but mostly stayed at home to raise the three children, Cena and her two younger brothers, the twins Harry and Michael. Her life was fairly standard, learning basic knife combat from her father in case his darling daughter were ever to leave the lands ruled by the Lawmen or should any of the Legion of the Lost somehow find their way into the town.

Cena isn't the brightest person around and never really went past the minimum required education level of the town she lived in. At the age of 19 Cena had started to take more of the shifts in the store. It was during this that she heard the legend of a long lost Legendary Gun, the Prometheus which had been held by one of the first Gunslingers and since had gone missing into the waste lands. If she was completely honest, when Cena first went out to find the weapon she wasn't sure why she was doing it. Maybe to bring it back and make her dad proud of her as he always hoped that she would continue on her education, at least for a year or two more so she could get a better job.

It took her two years to finally find the weapon in a cavern held in the skeletal hands of its old owner. When she picked up the weapon she unintentionally bonded with it, almost floored by the power. Although the weapon was powerful, she can't access majority of its powers. When she returned home she used the weapon as a means of joining the lawmen, her father had been shocked when she had walked home with the shotgun slung over her shoulders, her eyes having already taken on the silver-grey sheen of the Gunslingers.

Once Cena had applied to the Lawmen she became a sheriff after four years of training and now works upholding the law in her home town.

Signature Weapon(s) & Equipment
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Signature Gun: Prometheus Pump-action Shotgun

Creator: Master Gunsmith Felix Henderson
Attributes & Powers: Prometheus grants its holder, as its name suggests, a certain degree of pyrokenesis, limited to small flames and gives its holder a resistance to heat and burns heal quicker and are less prone to blistering.
Base Weapon: Mossberg 500
Caliber & Ammunition: 10g. & 6 3 inch magnums
Action: Pump-action
Magazine: fixed tubular
History: Prometheus was created by Master Gunsmith Felic Henderson 250 years earlier for a man by the name of Sam Landerbelt who used the weapon to uphold the law. He was killed by a bandit and the man lost the weapon when a cave in in the building they had been battling in caused a large wall of rock to block the bandit from the weapon. The weapon has since lain dormant until Cena found it. It's powers are granted by the Master Gunsmiths fascination and appreciation for fire.

Cena is the second person to wield Prometheus.

Additional Equipment

-Standard Lawman Sheriff uniform, plus ceramic plate vest, armored gloves, leather hat and glacier glasses.
-Strap to hold her gun
-Ammunition satchel that hangs from her belt.
-Hunting knife
--Canteen.
-Lawman issue backpack for food, ammunition and assorted salvage.
-Windproof lighter.
-"Leatherman" multitool.
-Yuko-Kenson QTP-2066 utility tablet & comlink.
-A pair of .50 caliber Desert Eagle pistols

Powers and Abilities
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Alongside the general powers and abilities that a gunslinger possesses Cena really only has one other ability: Minor Pyrokenisis.

She has the ability to create flames the size of her hand on objects, in the air in front of her or as far away as ten meters. This power can be used to distract enemies or when placed strategically cause a larger explosion.

So begins...

Cena Johnson's Story

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#2013-09-08 03:07:36, as written by Falron

Memphis, 15:00 Hours July 20 - 887

The sound of the motorbike came to a smooth close outside the Sheriff's outpost, the woman who sat astride it quickly swinging off and securing the vehicle to the hitching post. Shoving her hands in her pockets, the Sheriff stepped up onto the balcony before the building and walked into the room, the door to her office closed, her name painted onto the glass. The few holding cells were blissfully empty, a testament to the current peace within Memphis.

Cena lifted the hat from her head, opening the door to her office and casually throwing the hat onto a nearby chair before taking her seat behind her desk, eyes scanning over the paperwork. She took advantage of the temporary peace in the building to set about going through some of the forms that littered her usually tidy desk. She let a small smile twist her features as the pen scratched across the page, so absorbed in getting the job done that she didn't hear the door to the building open. Moments later the door to her office crashed open, her deputy leaning against the door frame, breathing heavily.

Cena jumped, the pen ripping through the paper. Her head lifted slowly to glare at her deputy who quickly began to speak, "Sorry to interrupt you Sheriff, but there's been a gun shot behind the Saloon."

She was on her feet in an instant, picking up Prometheus who had been leaning against the wall behind her. "Alright, let's go."

As she passed her deputy she clapped him on the shoulder before jogging out of the building. Unshackling the bike she quickly mounted it, kicking the engine to life before speeding down the streets, hands tightening on the handlebars. Nobody messed with the law in her town and got away with it. As the Saloon came into sight the motorbike skidding to a halt before the building, its rider cutting the engine unceremoniously.

Pulling the gun over her shoulder she quickly checked the magazine before pumping the gun, raising the shotgun to her shoulder as she signaled her deputy to go around the side of the building as she stalked forth, noting the few people inside the saloon hiding under tables, the man behind the bar having a gun pointed at the door, seemingly on the verge of going back there himself to sort things out. His eyes flicked towards the Sheriff as she entered, motioning silently towards the door in which the gunshot had come from.

Cena's eyes narrowed as she walked forth, her jaw clenched as she braced herself, grip tightening on the gun before she kicked down the door, watching the wood splinter under the force of her foot. She had to admit, there were some serious upsides to being a Gunslinger.

The sight that greeted her made her stomach churn momentarily before she ran in, swinging around to face the killer who was calmly reloading his weapon. His victim lay slumped against the wall, the face pulverized. Blood covered the wall behind the corpse, the hand still clutching a gun.

Cena glared at the man before her, "Lower your weapon and put your hands in the air!"

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#2013-09-08 05:34:58, as written by Dragonbrad

((I'm not sure if there's an actually posting order here, but if there is then i'm completely destroying it right now because i'm too impatient to wait for Screwface. Sorry.))

Daichi remained completely still as the door in front of him was promptly kicked down and guns where immediately pointed at him. "Well, at least they're fast." He thought, trying to figure out exactly what he should do since the orders the female just barked at him made absolutely no sense.

"Are you new to this or something? How exactly am I supposed to lower my weapon while putting my hands in the air? How is that even possible? Like, you don't how weird this situation is for me right now, I have no idea what i'm supposed to do. Did you mean to tell me to drop my weapon? Because if that's the case then i'm afraid I can't do that. However, I have no intention of firing any more bullets today and that man drew his weapon and was pointing it at me with deadly intent. That was completely legal. Also, whose going to repair that door now? Did you think about the poor guy whose has to repair that door? That was a beautiful door! You could of just slammed it open and then started barking orders at me! It wasn't even locked or anything." Daichi responded, inhaling an extremely large breath of air as he finally finished his monologue.

"Wait! One last thing! You're pretty attractive, Sheriff. Would you mind going out with me? I don't really know what there is to do in this town, but I suppose any place would work, right? Okay, there. Now i'm done. You can continue yelling." He asked, taking a good long look at the Sheriff's breasts, well at least in that general area, they where kind of covered by lots of clothes and a bullet proof vest after all.

Daichi continued to stand completely still, awaiting more orders, his gun still facing towards the ground, as he had just finished changing out a shell before the Sheriff burst through the door.

((An extremely short post filled with questions and not much else, sorry. I'm not really sure what I could possibly do to expand this with more detail since my character is currently kind of stuck.))

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#2013-09-08 20:59:05, as written by Screwface Romeo

"Have a nice..." The manager started, only to be interrupted by a gunshot. Jason pricked up instantly, and ran for the door, thumbing the strap on his holster and drawing the Paladin as he went. Skidding to a halt outside the store, he scanned the street. There, a saloon across from him, the source of the gunshot. And, according to his ESP, two medium-level auras that could only belong to Gunslingers.

He trotted across the street, and stopped alongside the door to the saloon. There was a Deputy there, holding a levergun grimly.

"Sheriff's in there. Some asshole got shot, from the sound of it... Sir" The deputy drawled, nodding his head through the door at the back room.

"Thank you. I'm going to assist" Jason said, and strode through the main hall, propping himself alongside the door to the back room. Steeling himself, he snapped off the Paladin's safety, and stepped around the splintered remains of the door.

There were two people in the room, three if you counted the corpse that was currently repainting the floor a nice shade of red. One, a woman who was obviously the Sheriff, was leveling a shotgun at the other. Judging by it's aura, this was clearly her signature. The other... man? was talking very fast and still holding his gun, a very large revolver. Jason narrowed his eyes, and raised the Paladin.

"Marshal Davis, Lawmen. Allow me to clarify; set the cannon on the floor, kick it over to me, and put your hands behind your head. In that order, nice and slow" he barked, placing his finger inside the trigger guard. "Now, joker, or I'll vent your head" Jason pulled the trigger gently, letting the hammer click into half-cock.

Above Memphis, 15:07 Hours July 20 - 887

Dust particles floated softly through the cabin, glowing briefly as they drifted through the shafts of light emerging from the gaps between the slats of the vent. The soldier swallowed, shifting his gunbelt and wiping his brow as he stepped through the door. Across the small metal room, directly beneath the vent, was the Black Rider. He sat cross legged, long hands dangling between his knees, hat pulled low over his face. He was perfectly still, not even his clothes moving. A fly landed on one of his fingers, crawling along the glove, then took off and buzzed out the vent. The Black Rider seemed to suck the life out of the room, his tattered black leather duster so dark that it practically absorbed the light. The only light about him was the faint silver glow that peeked out between the cracks and tears in his gloves and sleeves, and the gleam of the delicate silver patterns inlaid in the black ivory grips of his revolvers, barely visible amidst the blackness of his shirt and vest.

Suddenly, the soldier felt terrified, as though his life was being sucked straight out of him, into that terrible blackness. He considered turning around, fleeing, throwing himself from the side of the airship. Anything, even death, was better than remaining in that eerie, silent, empty room with the Black Rider. Then the Rider raised his head.

His face was dead, blueish white, with silver and black tracings, like veins, creeping up from beneath his collar and twining up his neck to stop along the edges of his vistage. His beard and eyebrows were jet black, and his eyes were sunken beneath a heavy, craggy brow. His lips parted slowly, as a single, pristine white cigarette emerged from the depths of his duster, and settled itself onto his lower lip, bursting to life as he closed his mouth around it. He sucked deeply, the ember glowing brightly, and allowed a whiff of smoke to exit his nose as he opened his eyes. They were entirely silver, without a trace of white or black in them, and shone like tiny moons, gazing directly through the soldier’s soul.

All thought of running, or hiding, or suicide suddenly disappeared from the man’s mind. In that instant, all the soldier wanted was to do exactly what the Black Rider wanted.

“You have something to tell me” The Rider rumbled. It was not a question, but a statement.

“We have arrived. Sir. The airshi..” The soldier said, abruptly, without thinking.

“Is within sight of the town. I know” The Rider stood up, slowly rising to his full height until he towered over the soldier “you can go now”

The soldier turned on his heels and left. As he exited the Rider’s gaze, all of the terror he had felt before came flooding back, and he ran headlong down the hall, boots clicking on the floor like a frenzied typewriter, until he reached the bridge. He stood there, outside the door, shaking, and swearing that he’d get off this hell-ship at the next damn port. He didn’t even want his pay anymore.

...

The black airship emerged from the depths of the duststorm, bearing down on the unsuspecting town like a great stormcloud. Her funnels belched fumes and smoke which drifting along her sides, obscuring the cabin from view, but a keen observer would notice the lines of firing ports, and the long, black barrels of bombardment cannon that lined the ship’s flanks. She flew no flag, but the skeleton lashed to the bow, sandblasted clean by the storm and dressed in the tattered clothes of a Lawman Sheriff, was all the flag she needed.

Deep in the ship’s belly, the deck swarmed with activity as men slid down ladders, pulled open lockers and removed weapons from them. They strapped on bulletproof vests, crammed helmets and wide brimmed hats over their heads, draped themselves in dusters and jackets and cloaks, tattered and torn by the desert. They wore sunglasses, goggles, even simple glare masks made by cutting slits in a piece of plastic, anything to protect their eyes from the sand and sun. Their weapons were of every make, model and year conceivable. Men jammed shells into the tubes of lever action rifles, while others beside them rocked magazines into battered Kalashnikovs. They carried pistols, rifles, shotguns and mare’s legs.

As the ship drifted over the town, they surged towards the edges of the bay like a great flood of black and brown, seizing the ropes that fell from the ceiling and dropping down through the deck, towards the town below, yelling and crowing like madmen released from the asylum.

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#2013-09-15 14:55:34, as written by Falron

((Sorry for my inactivity. Website didn't want to work.))

Cena's eyes narrowed, jaw set as the man started to talking, she was tempted to shoot him just to shut him up. She opened her mouth to reply, to tell him to stop being such as smart ass and just do as he was told. But before she could reply to him she felt rather than heard another person enter the room. Her eyes flicked momentarily in the direction of the person, instantly taking in the Marshall uniform.

She tensed just a fraction more, was she really going to be shown up in her own town? Her gaze locked on the weapon in the man's hands. Breathing deeply through her nose she turned her attention back at the man opposite them. Jason spoke, his voice demanding to be listened to. It was something that Cena was still getting the hang of if she was honest. Though you would never catch her admitting that.

She watched the man, finger tensed on the trigger. Would he do as he was told? Surely he wouldn't dare to fire his weapon, not with two gunslingers opposite him. Even with his own signature weapon by his side, he wouldn't last long should he decide to fire. She could feel the beginnings of a smirk tug at her lips. It would be over quickly.

Her ears seemed to twitch, sounding erupting from above them, muffled slightly by the building. People were yelling, like demons let loose out of hell. The sound became louder and if her ears weren't deceiving her the sound of people sliding down ropes. Her eyes widened with shock, what was going on? Her eyes flicked once more to the Marshall as she said, "You make the arrest, I'll look at what's going on outside."

Without another word she lowered Prometheus and raced out of the room and into the street, noting a man running down the street towards her office. She looked up at the vessel and noticed the skeleton almost instantly. This wasn't good. She ran after the man, yelling "Hey! You! Do you know what's going on?"

She looked back up at the airship, feeling her stomach churn slightly, why were they here? What did they want? She could sense an incredibly powerful aura emanating from the vessel. They'd have to be careful.

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#2013-09-20 22:50:07, as written by Screwface Romeo

Jason's brow twitched. This criminal talked too much. And he was annoying, too. He had a sudden urge to shoot the man in the back, but swallowed it.

"The Law permits... temporary lenience in extraordinary circumstances" He placed his thumb on the hammer and lowered it back into safe. "Come. This town is too small to warrant an airship route. I smell bandits"

He turned, keeping half an eye on the other man to ensure he wouldn't try anything. He broke into a light run as they entered the main room of the saloon, beckoning the deputy to follow. They could hear sounds of gunfire from outside, the crackles of Kalashnikovs interspersed with the occasional boom of a shotgun or the sharp crack of a battle rifle.

It was chaos outside, the bandits had wasted no time in turning the town upside-down. Bodies littered the streets, and what bandits where not occupied with dragging people and things out of houses were busy stripping the dead and dying of anything valuable. One bandit was yanking the boots off of a man while another pulled at the headset around his brow, and two more were busy kicking a boy who had pulled a gun on them. Jason snarled in disgust. These men were little better than animals, rotten through with whiskey and every manner of narcotic known to humanity, and fueled only by lust and greed. To kill them was a mercy.

He raised his pistol, bringing his off hand up to cup the bottom of the grip, and started firing in short, controlled bursts of two or three shots. The two kickers went down first, the explosive .40 caliber slugs blasting fist-sized holes in their torsos. Turning, he gunned down two more who had noticed him and were raising weapons. One bandit brought a lever action rifle to bear and fired, the ball taking Jason through the shoulder. Grunting with pain, his gun arm limp, he reached around, seized his shoulder and yanked it back into place with a crunch. The skin and muscle knitted back together in seconds, the bullet toppling to the dirt. The bandit chambered a fresh round, but before he could shoot, Jason put a round through his neck. Failing to encounter enough resistance to detonate, the bullet passed clean through and struck another bandit, killing him instantly.

A hail of bullets erupted in their direction from a group of AM-toting bandits who had rounded a corner, splintering and ricocheting off Jason's armor and killing the deputy. Jason dropped to the ground, rolling up behind a stack of crates, and unloaded on the bandits. Rifles clattered to the dirt, followed by their owners as the Paladin spoke. Jason fired at another bandit who had managed to get to cover, but missed, the bullet striking a house as his pistol locked open on an empty magazine. Cursing, he ejected the spent mag and snapped a fresh one in, thumbing the slide release as he scooped up the old magazine and thrust it into his pocket.

"There's too many of them! We need a better position!" He yelled, firing a few quick suppressing shots. "My kingdom for some covering fire!"

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#2013-09-23 05:51:42, as written by Shiki29

Ein was not tired. His hat was in a case on his motorcycle, and the wind blowing in his face made him feel free. It offset the heat of the day. Ein's manner of dress didn't particularly bother him. All the black clothing would likely make ordinary people sweat a lot, but Ein didn't have a problem with them. Throughout this current mission, he was to deliver a pack of weapons to a buyer. This was simple, the weapons were standard, and they were not even modified. The buyer was trusted, and the entire job was going well. The only thing he had a slight problem with was the distance. Luckily, Memphis was on the way, as a rest-stop. Ein was looking forward to it. Memphis was relatively nice town, and things should be good. That was what he thought until only a short bit later.

Ein drove into the city to find chaos. There was an airship over the city, and Ein could see hooligans entering the city from ropes on the airship. Ein, amid all this chaos, could feel the presence of other gunslingers. 4, to be exact. Another in the airship. Ein was glad he didn't miss the party, except that he had a job to do.However, he wanted a rest-stop after traveling for so long, and 5 gunslingers existing in the same town at once was a good opportunity to see if any of them could help him with his goal. Well, whatever. Ein passed through the streets until he got closer to the center of town, near the sheriff's office, before he decided that there was too much fire there. It was like a warzone. Ein was used to warzones, but he did not like them. Too noisy. Ein slowed down significantly, and turned around, about to curtail it out of there, before deciding against that. Ein wanted to help these people, since un-armed civilians were being attacked. Ein turned again, and his handgun. Ein charged forward, his motorcycle aimed at somewhere there would not likely be civilians, and he leaped off of it, using the momentum to carry him and his foot into the face of one of the bandits. His motorcycle's onboard computer made the conclusion that Ein was no longer riding it, and so it slowed down and stopped after adjusting itself for balance.

Ein slid on his feet until he stopped moving. The bandit was out cold. Ein moved his body to one side, avoiding the path of a bullet before it could hit him. The bullet nearly knocked the glasses off of Ein's face, to which Ein fired at the assailant's hands that held the weapon, crippling him. Ein had no idea what was going on, but he thought it was better to not kill these bandits. Not yet, anyway. Ein dodged a knife aimed at his throat from the side, feeling the footsteps of the bandit behind him, as he delivered an uppercut with his free hand to the bandit's jaw, knocking him off of his feet. The knife flew into the air, but Ein caught it before it was out of reach, and he stabbed downward with the knife, aiming it right so as to pin both of the hands of the bandit to the ground with one knife. No more danger from this one. That was when Ein heard the rallying call from the direction of a gunslinger, through the sounds of the battle. A demand for covering fire was made, and Ein couldn't help but follow a diplomatic effort. Teamwork makes good partners. Or even friends. Whatever the case, Ein decided to reciprocate. He had just the thing.

Ein holstered his weapon, boarded his motorcycle again, and brought from one of the containers on it's side a device the size and shape of an assault rifle. With one hand for steering, Ein sped towards the area of the Gunslinger calling for covering fire. The man was hiding behind cover, hiding from a couple of goods with bigs guns. Looking closer, Ein saw the detail on the gun the man was carrying. Ein could tell that this was a gunslinger's gun. A hoard of the group of bandit's was approaching. Ein aimed the assault rifle-like device with one hand, and it unfolded. It's tip was like a crossbow, but with a horizontal and vertical limb that seemed to join at the middle, with enough room for the projectile to go down the barrel. Ein smiled, pushed his glasses up, and fired at the ground in front of the approaching hoard. He hoped there would not be too many casualties. He was trying to avoid them. Maybe the smoke from the explosive would disorient them. The noise was loud too. Well, whatever.

"Cover your ears!" Ein shouted, as he fired the weapon. The round arced, as the weapon was like an over-sized grenade launcher. It had good range, though. It was more like hand-held artillery. And the blast radius was wide. The round hit the ground, and the resulting boom shook the street. Behind the smoke, Ein could barely see the disoriented bandits. Hopefully that one gunslinger was ok. The explosion should have alerted everyone in the area, too.

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#2013-09-23 12:38:42, as written by LittlePocketz

Bandits had begun to hit ground. In a quick motion, Drust unsheathed his blade, preparing for the battle. He could see the Sherriff's office. He was only about thirty meters away when two bandits rounded a corner wielding shotguns. They opened fire immediately, but they were too slow. Al they hit was a wisp of shadows as Drust teleported behind them. In one swift motion, he decapitated them both. As they slumped to the ground, Drust continued towards the office.

As he approached, a woman came running from the saloon asking if he knew what was going on. Upon inspection she appeared to be the sheriff. "No idea, honey, but we need to do somethin' about it." In those few short moments bandits had swarmed the area attacking anyone and everyone. Three bullets tore through Drust's chest and he dropped to a knee for a moment. As his wounds started to heal, he teleported next to the sheriff and pinpointed his attackers. They weren't too far away. Before they could make there next shots, Drust's left hand went under his cloak and he hurled two knives, sticking them in the throat.

Drust could hear one of the other Slingers behind him taking out other bandits and a few more rounded a corner carrying AMs. As they began to unload, Drust grabbed the sheriff and teleported them inside her office. Drust heard a call for covering fire from outside. A few moments later there was a loud sound and smoke filled the streets. Adjusting the pack on his back, he turned to the sheriff, asking, "What's the plan boss lady?"

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#2013-09-24 10:39:18, as written by Falron

The man that Cena had called out towards turned to face her. Bandits hit the ground in a matter of seconds, weapons firing in all direction as innocent civilians hit the deck, trying to hide from the bullets the sliced through the air. Cena's eyes widened with shock as the man spoke to her, had he just called her 'honey'? Did he not realize who he was talking to? A sharp retort got stuck in her throat as three bullets pierced his chest. That was when it struck her, he was also a Gunslinger.

Before she could as much as raise Prometheus to her shoulder to return fire the man that had been shot appeared by her side. She gritted her teeth before she fired, the bandit falling to the ground, the upper half of his skull blown off by the force. She cocked the gun, listening to the click as the next round entered the chamber and the shell flew out to skid across the ground.

A few more shots rang out before a hand took hold of her, hand tensing on the weapon in her hands, a stray bullet flying through the air. Without warning she appeared in her office, eyes wide as she turned to the man. So that was his power.

"The plan? At the moment it's survive and drive them out of time. I haven't had enough time to assess the situation." She looked out the window into the town, teeth gritted, "Why the hell are they here?"

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#2013-09-28 08:31:16, as written by Shiki29

Ein didn't even bother to close his eyes for explosive. All Ein could really see was how the center of the street was cracked from the round. The smoke and dust in the air provided a cover. It wasn't exactly suppressing fire, but it might have been better. Whatever the case, the gunslingers were on the move. Ein squinted, and used his powers to shorten space in front of his eye, and to curve some photons, too. Effectively, it was an immaterial, flexible, telescopic magnifying monocle. He looked around to where the other gunslingers were. The one who requested covering fire was there. He looked fairly plain, but not like a stock person at all. Two were in the Sheriff's office, which Ein could see through a shattered window. Just barely, but they were visible. One was a woman with fiery hair. The other looked like nothing more than a bandit, but Ein was not one to judge on appearances only. There was another one, as well. He looked like a girl, and it seemed he was having a freakout in the street, before pulling up his shirt and letting some bullets fall down from the holes they made in his body. A real party, but Ein wanted to see the one who brought all these intoxicated nitwits to the party. The one in the airship. If he could destroy Black Wind, then Ein would be grateful enough to leave now. Or even fight the other slingers. Well, whatever. Maybe he wouldn't have to. He didn't like people who attacked towns for seemingly-no reason, and would hate to bargain with them.

Ein pushed a button on the launcher he carried in his right hand, allowing it to fold. It had some more rounds in it, and didn't need to reload, yet. After a moment, he placed it hastily into it's case, and shit the lid, locking it as well. Ein reached behind his back, and drew Black Wind from it's holster, which was located vertically on his back, and over his coat. The shotgun's weight felt correct in Ein's hand, the familiarity of one of the things he hated most readying Ein for the brawl. Ein put the gun back in it's place, on his back. He'd rather get to safety and make a plan, preferably with the other slingers. The dust and smoke was clearing up, already, and the bandits that recovered from the disorientation of the blast, the ones that were simply trying to see through the dust, were more able to. It would not be long before the seconds of time they had left would run out. The gunslinger who was having a freakout had done so because the bandits near him were lucid enough to fight him.

Ein decided that the sheriff's office was the place to go, for cover. Ein's bike revved to life, gently humming as it sped to where the gunslinger who requested covering fire was. Ein braked hard, and stopped nearby, before speaking.

"Come with me to the Sheriff's Office. We can make a plan there, if all the Gunslingers cooperate," Ein said. After pushing up his glasses again, he sped off towards the sheriff's office, performing the same maneuver of leaping off the bike as it slowed and stopped itself as he did before. Ein angled himself, and entered through a shattered window, landing inside before looking at the other two slingers.

"Let's make a plan. The other slingers in this town should be arriving soon," Ein said, assuming the one he told to meet him at the Sheriff's Office would tell the one who had the freakout.

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#2013-10-11 06:35:12, as written by Falron

Gritting her teeth the Sheriff continued to fire through the broken window through which the man claiming the others would arriving soon had crashed through. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what was going on, Memphis had no fortune that would warrant an attack of this scale. The only thing being the amount of Gunslingers that seemed to have found themselves in the town today, but there was no way for the bandits to predict this, was there? Shaking her head to rid herself of useless thoughts Cena focused on taking out the bandits closest to her office. She agreed with the other man, a plan had to be formed, something, anything that might reduce further civilian casualties and to drive these bandits out of her town.

Her eyes widened with shock as the airship started firing, the flashing of cannons and guns accompanied by the deafening roar. Buildings were shattered, glass, bricks and wood flying as deadly debris as structures caved in on themselves. She ducked, covering her head as a shower of bullets came crashing through the walls of her office, shards of glass falling to the ground. What did they want?!

She raised herself back up, resting Prometheus on what remained on the window sill only to be greeted by silence. The canon's sudden stop stunned her motionless, even the bandits seemed frozen. The eerie silence pressed down on her ears as her eyes scanned the ruined main street, trying to make sense of the situation. Finally, finding nothing on the ground, Cena looked up at the airship in time to see a black shape drop from it. The man landed easily, the earth shattering beneath the force of his landing. The cloud of dust kicked up by the man slowly wafted away, leaving the man standing there in the middle of the street. Completely at ease.

Cena stared in wonder, the massive aura that came off this man making her knees shake slightly. This wasn't good. Cursing under her breath Cena watched as someone was stupid enough to confront the man in the black duster. A gun shot rang out, the sound almost hollow in the otherwise silent surroundings. The man didn't so much as flinch as he was struck by the bullet, Cena half expected him to yawn as he raised his hand. In an instant the man was dead, the sound of his spine cracking making Cena's stomach turn. The body dropped with a heavy thump as the man in black strode forth, undeterred towards them.

Cena watched with horror as he came closer, there was no way she could ever hope to beat this man, it just wasn't possible. Her eyes fell momentarily on the Marshall and the man they were arresting before all this started. The Marshall lay motionless, whether he was dead or not, she couldn't tell. Shakily getting to her feet she raised Prometheus. She probably would make about as much difference as the man now dead with his head facing the wrong way. But as the Sheriff of Memphis, she had to do something.

"Stop right there!" Her jaw clamped shut the moment the words left her mouth, hoping that somehow he hadn't heard the fear in her voice.

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Cena Johnson

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a character in “Lock, Stock & Barrel - Guns of Aldoria”, originally authored by Falron, as played by RolePlayGateway

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So begins...

Cena Johnson's Story

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