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Witches of the West

The Frontier

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a part of Witches of the West, by madscirat.

The Witches call it the Last Stand, the place where, according to prophecy, the final battle between freedom and dominion will be fought...and lost.

madscirat holds sovereignty over The Frontier, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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A largely untamed and mind blowingly vast expanse of land dominated by the central prairie and cut in two by the intimidating heights of the Rocky Mountains. The frontier is home to many native peoples many of who resist the incursion of settlers. Crossing it is still a challenge but with the advent of the rail, pilgrims can now traverse some of it with ease and safety. Where the rail road come civilization follows and the law with it.
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The Frontier

The Witches call it the Last Stand, the place where, according to prophecy, the final battle between freedom and dominion will be fought...and lost.

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The Frontier is a part of Witches of the West.

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Claire Crawley "White Crow" [0] Don't let that shootin' thar bother'ya. Here hav'a swig.
Mariana Freyja Smith [0] The Black Sun, darkness that follows the consistant light of a large star.
Robyn Delainey [0] Touch my brother, and I assure you, you will die....
Jeckteth. [0] "You can call me 'master' or 'servant' it all depends on what you pay me with."
Jonathan Darkholme [0] just because I am a man, doesn't mean I will fall prey to the temptations of power.

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The Frontier, untamed and wild where the critters go by and where the West is lawless. Various mines can be discovered along with with certain mills, and sometimes you see large grazing land for the cattle. Where bandits can more or less jump a man if one weren't prepared for the ambushes.

Sometimes, drifters are abound. One such drifter was wandering through the plains, walking through the land like he never knew where to settle. he wore a black hat too keep his face shaded, he stood at five foot nine as he wandered with his pack on his back and his six shooters at his sides. He didn't have money to afford a even a mule. He didn't know where fate would lead him, and he didn't really much care, for sometimes a drfiter's background is a sad and lonely life, fraught with dangers of being kicked out of every town for no ordinary good reason.

The Stranger paused as he looked out on the open plains, trying to see if there was any town in sight. Sighing with the unsatisfactory denial of such he took a swig of water and continued onwards, hoping to get to a town before nightfall.

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Mariana huffed quietly and put her revolver away.

"My star ain't my means of killin' a man," she muttered to herself. She glared at the guy, still full of anger at being touched. So she marched up to him and punched him hard in the nose, breaking it instantly. She spit at the ground next to him and walked back to Jackie and ultimately the lady who calmed the scene down.

She sat back on her barrel and absentmindedly petted Jackie's nose. She glanced up at the rugged woman, she looked frail, yet strong and was covered completely by an over sized coat. Her hair was white and greasy and her face was perfectly aligned with the Natives' description of one "White Crow".

"You're White Crow aren' ya?" Mariana said, still petting Jackie who was drinking from another barrel that was full of water.

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#, as written by zolzol
Jeckteth swirled around the now writhing in pain man , laughing happily as he cluched his broken nose "Ahahaha , Mortals do entertain if nothing else." When he caught wind of the name 'white crow' he huffed towards the old woman , gliding through the air too her and swirling around her feet in his smoke like form "This one is the white witch? No , the storys dont match. Where is her robes and stave? Her firmiliar? No no no , just another old Mortal shuffling among the physical plain."

Unknown to Jeckteth his words were heard by any gifted with magic , he was not firmiliar with what a 'witch' actually looked like so he had no idea that he was being seen inspecting the two women , for that matter he did not even know anyone could hear him. "What if she -is- a witch? Witchs love knowledge and power , they must be willing to trade for something....Yes , perhaps I can get a contract today yet." Jeckteths smokey form hovered in the air , it felt like unscene eyes in his spiritual form were staring at between the two women , trying to figure out how to deal with them before announcing himself.

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Mainstreet Stillriver

"I been called that," the old woman replied sliding her revolver back into its holster. Her eyes narrowed as they followed Lukas crawling. scurrying, and finally running away. "If you've come to Stillriver looking for trouble, you done found it. That heap'a cow dung may not be so dangerous by his lonesome, but he works for Edmund Thane. Probably was tryin' ta scout you to work at the Starlight." Claire's eyes hardened. "Regular slave gang he runs over there," she spit into the dust before her tired eyes returned to the young witch, "be careful." She turned to leave, but something seemed to catch her attention. Stopping for a moment she sniffed the air like a coyote before breakfast then muttered something about, 'bad blood bringing bad spirits.'

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Jonathan looked around the small part of town in which he was situated. The walls were old, dull browns which kinda depressed him a little. The floor was a bland dust path. His gun was still drawn. Jonathan flicked his shoulder length brown hair out of his dull grey eyes. A bullet whizzed past his face. He crouched behind the wall and sneaked a quick peek. He saw the man he was looking for standing there with his gun at the ready. He finally noticed Jonathan looking round and aimed at the partial face in his eye line. Jonathan moved and the edge of the wall he was leaning against exploded beside him.
"That's it...no more playing around..." Jonathan checked how many bullets he had left. There were three. Two of which were seekers, the other was a subtle. He closed the gun and readied it while standing up. Jonathan thought back to the man.
[i]He's shot at me three times now and his gun is a six shooter so as long as I work off his other two bullets and then use the subtle blast then it should knock both bullet and target of course...gotta try it...[ /i] Jonathan nodded to himself and stepped out and fired his first Seeker Bullet. The man shot his bullet too. Jonathan's seeker flew towards the man's bullet and they collided with a satisfying thud. They both fired their next bullet. They collided terrifyingly closer to Jonathan. Jonathan fired his last bullet while walking up to the man. The blast sent both the man's bullet and the man into the air and he landed about a meter from where he once stood. The blast also made the gun in Jonathan's hand fly above his head from the recoil. He lowered it and put it in it's holster. Pulling out his whip he moved closer to the man. The guy was still alive but unconscious.

Jonathan smiled and grabbed the guy by the ankle and dragged him through town. A few people looked over at him but he had covered his face with some fabric and was wearing clothes he normally didn't wear. They arrived at the sheriff and Jonathan left the guy leaning against a post before firing his second gun and spinning to the side and running to the alley way which lead back to his house in a confusing way. Not to him obviously though.

(OOC: This will all be explained in the not so distant future.)

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Number Eight Saloon

Mariana nodded and walked into the saloon. It was dark compared to outside, but her eyes adjusted quickly. She walked up to the bar, sitting a seat away from a wiry looking man.

"How c'n I help ya miss?" Walter said. She looked up, sweat dripping from her brow. She looked at the man sitting next to him and pointed with his chin.

"What he's havin'," she said. She put her elbows up on the counter and leaned forward, bowing her head as she let t cooler air sink in. As much as she loved to say out int the sun all day, it was nice to find a shaded place to drink. She heard the cup slid across the counter and lifted her head, catching it before it passed her. She began to down it, thirsty and hot. Not wanting to savor the taste and let the cold of the drink run away. As she downed it, she could feel surprised eyes from other costumers on the back of her head.

Walter laughed, "Well you must be thirsty," he said as she slammed the empty glass down, "Want another?" She just nodded and slid the empty glass over to him. She breathed and wiped some sweat away.

"So I'm guessin' yer the one that was causin' all that commotion out there?" he asked as he filled her glass again. She nodded. "Who was the unlucky feller?"

She shrugged, "Some freak who thought I was a whore," she answered, in a almost monotonous voice. Walter nodded and threw her second cup towards her which once again she began to down.

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Jonathan had changed and was now in his normal outfit.

(Along these lines)
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He headed out of his home and in search of a beer. He looked up and saw the saloon sign. Entering the building he heard a gunshot but ignored it. He wasn't one to get involved in bar fights because then he would reveal his powers. Jonathan took a seat. He looked to his right and saw both a man and a woman. The man was putting away a gun.
So that's who shot... Jonathan thought back to that morning when he had chased the man. After three months of tracking him he finally found the man responsible. He was in jail and now there were only two left. He was getting closer.
"What'll you be havin' son?" Jonathan looked up at the bartender.
"A beer." Jonathan was fully loaded with all of his weapons, expecting one of the friends of the man he arrested to come after him. He had his two revolvers, each loaded with hexed bullets going Seeker, Seeker, Seeker, Wax, Searing, Subtle. He had all of his athames, enchanted to make them venom blades, two karma blades and two for channeling. He also had his whip, which he only knows one spell for, Terror whip, and his rifle which was resting by his foot with wax bullets inside. The beer slid over and he caught it, bringing it up to his lips and took a sip. He lowered it and the glass exploded in his hand after a gunshot. He turned to see the remaining two on his list.

The tallest man had long unkempt hair and was holding a rifle whereas the smaller man had a bald head and scar over his left eye with two pistols. The rifle was smoking at the end.
"Don't worry everyone. We aint hear for you." The tall man said. He lifted his rifle and Jonathan grabbed his before running and dodging a bullet. He removed his six shooters and fire from both but, seeing as those bullets weren't intended for the men, the bullets just flew into the ceiling. As the men watched Jonathan's bullets he ran upo and hit the little one before heading out of the saloon. He didn't see what everyone else inside had done. HE went round the corner and listened to the men move and get ready for a fight.

Two bullets were created for the men. One for each but Jonathan didn't know which seeker bullet it was. The next one or the one after that. He stood there at the corner and waited for the en to try something or for someone else to do something.

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All seemed quiet after the guy next to Mariana shot, but then a new stranger walked in. As soon as he set his glass down it exploded. Shards of glass shot everywhere, some of the shards cutting scratches into Mariana's arms. She winced slightly, a small hissing noise protruding from her lips. She saw the taller man who had shot the glass turn and run down an alley on the side of the saloon. She sneered at the man, licking her lips and heading out the back end of the saloon and around towards the alley where the taller man had run.

She looked around the corner, getting her rifle ready, a Sun Speed bullet already inside. There she saw the taller man cavorting with some others. She rolled her eyes and walked out, her revolver already in her hand and the hammer pulled back ready to be shot.

"Listen, I know it was an accident," she said gesturing to the bleeding scratches on her arms, "so I'll tell you what. You apologize and get the hell out of town and I won't shoot". The men just looked at her, before laughing.

"Ain't she cute?" one yelled in between laughs, wiping a tear away. Some even fell on the ground. Mariana seethed, she hated being treated like a little girl.

"You asked for it," she said, lifting her gun. She pointed at the man who had called her cute first, aiming for his right ear. She shot, her aim right on, and the bullet pierced his ear. The man howled in pain and keeled over. The others just stared at her wide eyed. Two of them pulling their guns on her.

"Don't say I didn't warn ya," she said before aiming again.

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Jeckteths presence seemed to scatter slightly , a massive pulse of energy came from his charm as he finished his spell. It was done , the contract fulfilled on his end. Lucas wounds would be healed and his gunship that of a true gunman. Giving a cackle Jeckteth shoved the bone chime back in to his presence and as set out of the town , he was sure that the pulse it had let out would have been felt by -some- one at least , so things were going to get fun now.

Swishing through the air and evneutally hovering his way to the ground he ditched down a alley as soon as he heard a gunshot "Humans seem to fight alot...I wonder why..." giving a huff and finnaly finding Mariana and giving a chuckle as he whent to the top of a barrel "Now lets see~"

Giving a wide grin Jeckteth took physical form again , his hat was already in his lap and his lifeless orbs of eyes were staring at the men fighting with Mariana , Giving a echoing giggle Jeckteth waved at them "When she kills you , can I take your bones?" Jeckteth wasn't after a deal right now , just fun. Watching the men nearly piss themselves was deffinately fun. Giving another Giggle Jeckteths shark tooth grin grew wider as he continued to stare at them "She -is- going to kill you after all."

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Jonathan jumped out of his hiding place and began firing to send away the seeker bullets. The men, not paying attention to him anymore, were startled slightly. Two of the bullets flew at the men and hit the tall man in the shoulder and the small man in the leg. Jonathan was ready to fire his wax bullets at the tall man but he ran in the opposite direction and got out of the way of the flying wax bullets after Jonathan DID fire them. Jonathan turned his right gun to the other man. the short one who was crying in pain on the ground. The small one, seeing Jonathan with his gun pointing at him, picked up his gun and fired. The bullet hit the eighteen year old witch's arm and he dropped his left gun. Jonathan shot beside the man, seeing as it was a searing bullet, and then fired his subtle blast. The man was blasted back a couple of meters.
"Where is your friend going?!" Jonathan screamed at the man. After what they did he had to end them, whether it be through killing or taking him to the sheriff. Jonathan rethought this and then shook his head.
I wouldn't be able to kill him...I won't be like them... The man in front of him went unconscious and Jonathan relaxed. He dropped to his knees and inhaled deeply.
I can question him later.

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Mariana dropped her gun as a gun shot hit her arm. She bent low on one knee grabbing the arm. A fire burst to life inside her and she was at the first stage of seeing red. She picked up her gun and, wanting to kill but seeing the other guy and feeling his was very authoritative, placed it in its halter. The man who shot her, the smaller one, lay unconscious on the ground. She gave him a good kick the head, which gave her good satisfaction.

"Yur a stupid idiot," she seethed at him. She turned to the guy that she had originally been helping, he had a restrained anger on his face. "Best not to keep that anger bottled up like that sir, soon you'll find yourself unable to stop killin'. If you want to, shoot his legs, that way it'll make ya feel better and then he can't run," she wasn't one to usually give friendly advice, but she knew his anger would eventually blow and she was nervous she would be around and get the blast of it. She looked at her hand that was holding her wound and saw that it was bleeding profusely. She bent down and ripped of long piece of fabric from her skirt trying, and struggling, to tie it around the wound.