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Post by Kyle Davidson on Mar 10, 2012 21:32:53 GMT -8
Kyle walked into the saloon in Tombstone, not sure how he had ended up here. As usual, Lucy was curled up outside, waiting for trouble, and Kyle knew she could take care of her self. He had his hat on, but his bandana off, and he made his way to the bartender. He didn't know anyone here, and to tell the truth he didn't know if he wanted to. There was something odd about this place, something almost frightening. He shivered, even though it was hot outside. "Barkeep," He called, "whiskey" He put a coin on the bar, and accepted the drink in return.
"Hey you" said a gruff voice next to him, "Hows about you buy me a drink too huh?"
Kyle glanced over, and saw a short stubby man staring at him. The man was close enough that Kyle could smell the whiskey already on his breath, and he decided to ignore him.
"HEY" Shouted the drunk, getting closer to him, "I Said, hows about you.."
"I know exactly what you said," Growled Kyle, his face hardening, "But I am not going to buy you anything, you drunk bastard. Now leave me alone."
The man grabbed Kyle by his shoulder and threw him backwards against a table. Then he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Kyle. "You made a mistake Boy," He spat, taking Kyle's glass and dumping it on him, "And you are going to pay."
Kyle wiped his face, and glared up at the man, "Oh no," He said, his rage building, "You are going to wish you hadn't done that." Then he whistled and Lucy came bounding in, leaping at the man. His gun fell to the floor, and went off. Kyle leaped at the man, and all hell broke loose.
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Post by Connor Donovan on Mar 11, 2012 7:59:01 GMT -8
Connor was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, when suddenly all hell broke loose a few stools down. Two men had started fighting, and there was a dog barking her fool head off. Inevitably, the fight grew. Soon patrons everywhere were swinging. 'Humans,' he thought in disgust. Everything would have been fine, but one of the meatsacks decided to bring him into it. The man's fist connected solidly with Connor's jaw. 'That does it.' Connor whirled around as he stood from him stool, grabbed the man by his lapels, and slammed him on the top of the bar. He flipped him onto his stomach and started sliding him down the length of the bar toward the front window. He built up his speed until he reached the end of the bar, then he heaved the man through the glass. He turned around, eyes flashing wildly, daring someone else to try him.
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Post by Kyle Davidson on Mar 11, 2012 8:15:25 GMT -8
Kyle heard the sound of glass breaking, and turned to look. The man he had been fighting with had been far too drunk to start anything with anyone, and now lay bruised an battered on the floor. Kyle stood up, and looked at the man who now stood challenging the world. He noticed the same chill sweep over him that he had felt when he came in, something was different about this man. Clicking his tongue he called Daisy to him. Glancing at her, he was pleased to see she wasn't hurt. Then he returned his eyes to the man, and spoke. "Well, that was quite the show," He began, casually loosening his pistol in it's holster. "I would hate to have been him." He indicated the window. Kyle noticed that the bar had got very quiet, and he wondered just who this man was. "I hope you don't want me to buy you a drink," He said, narrowing his eyes, "The last guy who wanted one will tell you it's a bad idea." Kyle had a sneaking suspicion that this was not a good course of action, but he was too far to back out now. "Well, are you going to talk? Or just stare at me?"
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Post by Connor Donovan on Mar 11, 2012 15:40:06 GMT -8
Connor didn't even look at the young upstart. "Take your hand off that pistol, boy, before you get hurt." Connor wasn't heeled like most of the men in town, but he didn't need to be. Most people knew to leave him well enough alone. Still, he had to show the kid why it was a bad idea to confront him. The tall man turned to the youth, his eyes still blazing, daring him to make a move. He took a step forward.
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Post by Kyle Davidson on Mar 11, 2012 15:53:06 GMT -8
Kyle was not in the mood for being talked down to, nor was he impressed by this man's show of strength and self confidence. "You know, If you want people to listen to you," He said, leaving his hand defiantly on his gun, "You should be more polite." He looked around at all the people in the bar, who seemed to be almost afraid of whoever this man was. "And also," He bent down, and picked up his hat from where it lay on the ground, dusting it off before replacing it on his head. "Don't call me boy. " He glared at the man on the floor, "You owe me a drink. C'mon Lucy" Then he stepped over a particularly nasty patch of alcohol and blood mixed with broken glass. Looking up at the man, he said, "Was there something you wanted? Or are you just going to stare at me." He began to walk past the man, heading for the door.
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Post by Connor Donovan on Mar 11, 2012 19:20:21 GMT -8
The boy's defiance did it. This town was his. This upstart would learn why the people feared him. As the youth passed him, Connor grabbed him by the shirt.
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Post by Kyle Davidson on Mar 11, 2012 19:35:53 GMT -8
Kyle didn't wait to see what would happen. He threw his whole body weight against the man, knocking him off balance, and then he lumped backwards, to avoid a retaliatory hit. Lucy had jumped at the man, and Kyle was not in the mood for talking. "Big mistake," Was all he said. Ripping his gun from his holster, Kyle fired three shots into the man's chest.
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Post by Abigail Lamont on Mar 11, 2012 20:10:22 GMT -8
Abigail Lamont (aka: Lamaye) sat comfortably in the lap the Saloon's most prestigious, and most wealthy patrons: Jack Russell. All who knew the man knew he had deep pockets and a love of alcohol. Because of that, the Saloon's owner felt it fair to ensure this man had all he wanted...especially fine company.
Lamaye laughed full-heatedly at Jack's rather dull joke. She kept on her usual smile as she wrapped her arms around the man's large shoulders. "Where do you get these? I've never heard anything so funny."
Jack kept on his perverted smile as he drunkenly displayed his over-inflated ego. "It's what I do. I'm not ALL businessman, Little Miss. I have my humor, and I'm ALWAYS pleased to share that with such beauty."
"Oh..." Lamaye replied in her common flirty tone. "You flatter me, Mr Russell." One thing she had learned well was to accept compliments with grace, whether perverted or not. A year ago she would have slit the man's throat for thinking about her in such a way. However, what good was a dead patron. No...there was a place for killing, Lamaye had learned. Now was not it.
Russell awkwardly shifted position. "I'd be happy to do much more than that."
Before she had a chance to respond, a loud outburst interrupted their "conversation". Lamaye looked over towards the bar to some strange man attack another. In mere moments a third came and ended the brawl as quickly as it started. However, the two did not seem to be getting along too well. It was the perfect excuse to escape the clutches of Mr. Russell.
"I'm sorry," Lamaye gently replied. "Duty calls." She smoothly released herself from the man's grasp, and made her way over to the two gentlemen who had started to begin a new brawl. She saw a pistol appear and aim at the other's chest. She waited to see how the man would respond to this action, but to her surprise three shots went off. She closed her eyes and waited for the thump of a body hitting the floor.
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Post by Connor Donovan on Mar 11, 2012 23:03:07 GMT -8
Connor looked down at the three holes in his chest. It was a tight grouping, all three holes in the left-center. He looked up at his shooter, coughing. Damn, that hurt! His vision began to blur as he looked around for the man he had thrown out the window. He stumbled to the groaning individual, kneeling by his side. "The real trick to shooting a man in the heart," he grunted as he placed a hand on the man's forehead, "is making sure they have one." The man on the ground made a choking noise as his face sunk in and his skin lost color. After a few seconds, Connor stood up and faced the youth who thought himself so tough. The only evidence that he had been shot was the bloody holes in his shirt, now revealing slightly scarred, but otherwise unharmed skin. The lifeless body lay on the ground, its skin shriveled and grey as stone. "If you want to kill me, you'll have to do better than that."
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Post by Xun Tian on Mar 12, 2012 6:50:26 GMT -8
Xun was small a cart of gun powder along with some general goods. "Ugh.. I'm sick of these morning deliveries. I hope they don't become a common event, I'm already tired enough" Xun thought to himself as he approached the saloon. All of a sudden he saw two men walking out, one seemed to be yelling at the other. "I wonder what's happening between those two" he muttered to himself. Out of no where the second man shoots the first man three times. Xun's eyes got wider and he almost dropped the cart and ducked for cover. "I need to find a different route before.." but his thoughts were stopped dead when the first man stood back up as if nothing had happened. Xun's eyes just widened and he froze just staring in disbelief. "How is that possible?!" he thought.
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Post by Kyle Davidson on Mar 13, 2012 18:09:34 GMT -8
Kyle was shocked. The man had just done something that was impossible, it shouldn't happen, that was, "What are you," Kyle asked his now worthless gun still pointed at the freak. "And what happens if i shoot your brain, you have to have one of them." He didn't wait for an answer, he merely fired his remaining 3 shots at the mans head. I hope this works, he thought, or things might get nasty. Without waiting to see what the results were, he began to run, trying to load his pistol as he moved, heading for higher ground and a better chance of survival.
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Post by Connor Donovan on Mar 13, 2012 18:40:29 GMT -8
As soon as the boy mentioned shooting him in the brain, Connor knew what was about to happen. 'Damn, I hate this part!' He started to move out of the way, but he wasn't fast enough, and the stranger's final shot caught him in the left side of his forehead, blasting out the back of his head. Connor fell lifelessly to the ground. His body began to smoke as he lay motionless, and then he was conusmed by a black flame. All that was left was a slightly scorched mark where he had been.
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Post by Abigail Lamont on Mar 13, 2012 19:36:14 GMT -8
Lamaye waited for that all-too-familiar thump, but it never came. Finally, she opened her eyes again, and saw that this strange man had taken the bullets without even flinching. She cocked her head slightly, and continued to watch.
As the man on the floor was consumed by this man's apparent supernatural abilities, Lamaye quickly came to realize what this man was. Demon... In an instant, her priorities changed. The chance to converse with a demon of this ability was too much to pass up.
Unfortunately, her opportunity quickly passed as shooter turned his gun on the demon's head. She watched as the carcass was consumed by fire. Damn...
She knew he had not died. No demon was that easy to kill, but now she would have to wait until he choose to return, if he choose to return. Lamaye walked up to Kyle with a malicious grin. "I would suggest running, but I doubt there's anywhere you can hide from that. Let's just hope he doesn't hold a grudge, hmm?"
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Post by Xun Tian on Mar 13, 2012 19:48:03 GMT -8
Xun just stood there and stared at the scorched earth where a man had once been. Was he dreaming? "T-this can't be real... that is impossible!" he thought to himself. He looked at the shooter who looked as unnerved as he was.
Xun realized that he was wide awake and his gut suddenly became ill. He saw a woman start talking to the shooter, but she seemed quite calm. "What on earth? How could she be so calm? A man just burst into flames and disappeared!" he thought. Suddenly he realized he had been obviously staring. He regained his composure and started pulling the cart again. "I have to tell Uncle when I return!" He thought.
He continued on his way to the general store.
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Post by Kyle Davidson on Mar 14, 2012 15:32:49 GMT -8
Kyle hadn't made it past the man, when he fell and began to smoke. Watching in horror as he dissipated. He turned angrily on the woman who was talking, "What? Running? He shouldn't be able to come back from that, hell if you burn up, you are gone, as weird as it is right?." Then, out of the corner of his eye he saw the other man, who looked foreign, start to leave. Whipping out his second pistol he pointed it at the man, "Not so fast, little man." He said, without really looking at the man, "You saw what happened, and you look like you know more than you want to let on, get over here." He wasn't asking, "Now, you two are going to tell me what i need to do to survive, and you are going to tell me FAST."
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