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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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"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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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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"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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"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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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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(Along these lines)
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.
(I'll let people post before I continue with the fight.)
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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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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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"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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"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.
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