Whyte Urp's only response to his Chronicler friend Shaskee was a gruff nod. "Well. We've been standing 'ere long enough. Let's g get some drinks. Eh?" Whyte folded his arms into his pitch black poncho. It isn't a disability, a problem, or anything really. It's just his habit to keep his arms hidden. Probably to look like a 'normal' Glukkon. He tromped on over to the Bittersweet Opple. Whyte looked up at the large sign on the building with passing memories. He remembered how big of a tycoon this place was back then when he just moved into Spittoonstone. Sheamus was a rather comical sight back then and drunken Outlaws were always a languoring problem around town. One reason why Whyte joined up as authority in this town in the first place ......
"G'daaay persons." croaked out a familiar voice. "Aww shucks ..... G'day Wierdy -- I mean -- Wilma." Wierdy Wilma the wolvark. Whyte has had plenty of negative runins with her. Poor Wolvark seems to be askin' for some type of shining help. Wilma's voice seemed dry. Like her throat got caked in after eating a pile of dust and dirt. "Well uh ..... miss Wilma, we were .... on our way to the Bittersweet Opple. Ya know, givin' the new guy some basic advice 'ere." |
Lou opened the door to the Bittersweet Opple and peered inside, Woozer leaning in close behind. She saw a drunk-looking clakker sitting at the bar, and a wolvark struggling to kill chippunks with a broomstick.
"Out yous goooo...Baaad lil' critturs..." The wolvark said in a delusional voice. Lou scowled, tapping the wolvark smartly on the chest. "Say, 're you the new guy? Guess you are- say, you don't look so good." She grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and steered him towards a chair sitting nearby. "Maybe you oughta set down, ya look like someone just hit you b'tween the eyes with a brick or somethin'." She glanced back over her shoulder, frowning when she realized that Sherrif Whyte wasn't in the bar yet. |
Lou opened the door to the Bittersweet Opple and peered inside, Woozer leaning in close behind. She saw a drunk-looking clakker sitting at the bar, and a wolvark struggling to kill chippunks with a broomstick.
"Out yous goooo...Baaad lil' critturs..." The wolvark said in a delusional voice. Lou scowled, tapping the wolvark smartly on the chest. "Say, 're you the new guy? Guess you are- say, you don't look so good." She grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and steered him towards a chair sitting nearby. "Maybe you oughta set down, ya look like someone just hit you b'tween the eyes with a brick or somethin'." She glanced back over her shoulder, frowning when she realized that Sherrif Whyte wasn't in the bar yet. |
IC: "Maybe you oughta set down, ya look like someone just hit you b'tween the eyes with a brick or somethin'." Garit looked up again to see what was going on. The wolvark was being steered down into a chair and the newcomer was right. He didn't look too good. The newcomer, turned out to be another wolvark but female. Not wanting to attract attention, he lowered his head again, as he stared down at the table.
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After hearing the announcement that the bartender said to get your own drinks, he eaglerly headed back behind the bar.
He pulled out a big mug and poured himself some Opple Cider. He then headed back over to his chair, watching the stumbling wolvark with amusement, and noticing the steadily growing amount of people that had come in. He was thinking about getting up to great them, but, nah, he thought, i'd prefer to drink my Opple Cider. After gulping his drink, he headed back to get another, and then another... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Odd dummit I can't wait! We might as well head over to that damn clakkerz house now!" Cannibal Mort said to his second-in-command, Kert. "But boss, what if he's there?" Kert said in a questioning tone. "Fool, we have more gun power than that lil' punk! Now, if you try to disagree, you know what's going to happen, don't ya' know Kert?" Mort said, his mouth forming into a grin under it's protective metal plate. "Alright, alright. Boys! Get over here!" Kert called, and the four who were chosen to help had come. "Now, Mort says we should head out now, so, sense he's the boss, we'll do as he says. Got it?" They nodded. "Good. Lead the way, boss!" Kert said. "I don't need no inbred midgit to tell me to lead the way..." Mort said in response. Although Mort said this, Kert knew he didn't really mean it, as they had been good friends for a long time. Once they started off from the base and left a reasonable outlaw in charge, Mort pointed out to a building, about 15 miles off, isolated by itself. "That's our target, so we should be there in maybe a hour or so, an' knowin Billy-Ray, he should be out soci-alizin...." (The way that Cannibal Mort knows Billy-Ray is that Mort was the outlaw boss that burned down Billy-Ray's home town. They used to be "friends" commonly trading information and other things to get higher in the food chain. But one day Billy-Ray gave some information to the local Sheriff, and Mort knew that they had to raid the place before they could assemble a fightin' force of militia clakkerz to go push Mort's gang out of the land, and hopefully kill him.) |
OOC: I'll use my current RP character, Aileana. I hope it's okay. Tryin' to revive this thing if that's cool. If there's anything you want me to edit or somethin' please let me know? ()
Name: Aileana Species: Steef Age: 20s? Maybe.. equivalent to a hooman's. c: Gender: Female (O NOES) Appearance: Being a Steef is tough. Her fur is a light, brownish-tan, very thick, and covers her body. Her muzzle is broad, although feminine, with a very feline shape. After all, it is the head of a lion. Beneath the hat her head is round, but it's hard to see, what with her dark brown hair covering it. It is long, although she usually braids it to keep it out of the way. She has bangs and they cover much of her forehead and mostly part to the side. Her ears are large and have little tufts of fine hair that sprout from the tips. The fur on her ears is thin. Her neck is thick, but not massed with muscle. The fur thickens as it travels down towards her chest. Her breasts are average size, and nothing too large or small. They are also furry. It trails down to her torso, which is slender and flat, although not with muscle. It's just flat. Shoulders are slender and feminine, and her arms are very long. Above the elbows they are slender, and although the muscle is visible it is not pronounced. Her elbows stick out and her forearms are large, but not as large as they could be. Her hands are large as well, but the fingers are somewhat slender, and the nails are thick and clawlike. Where her torso ends, the furry deer body begins. The second pair of shoulders are more muscled than the first, and the legs are slender and cervine, with cloven hooves. The hind legs are much the same. Her back is sloped and her tail is rather short. She's not nearly as fast or as strong as she should be, although she's still agile and greatly enjoys giving people a run for their money. But she rarely does it now, as in order to perform at her best she has to be without clothing - well, pants anyway. When out in public, she always wears a dress - or a hoopskirt, posing as a classic lady. However, in case of perverts - or suspicious folk, she has a pair of those white fluffy leggings to disguise her legs, and long, knee-high boots to assist that. The dress may come in various colors, and it does well to disguise her. She never wears gloves, and instead always has a string or a rubber band tied around a finger. Her teeth aren't filed down, but she rarely shows them off or anything. Occupation (If any): None, really, but she's good with computers to balance out her lack of physical aptitude. She can repair most electronics. She's very interested in repairing firearms, but is still new to the field. For the most part she travels doing odd jobs for cash. Personality: Alieana is what one would call a geek. Or a nerd, whatever the case. If it exists in letters, numbers, or on the Internet, Ali has probably researched it. Her brain is full of Internet lingo, complicated mathematical equations and possibly a dictionary or two. However, she is not the most physically active steef on the plains. In fact, she is fortunate she has a high metabolism. Generally, her time is spent on her World of Oddcraft online RPG or fixing computers. Personality-wise, she's sarcastic, adventurous, and seems to think life is some kind of game. She loves to mess around and tease people, and often she is told to get serious. She rarely mentions her own kind and doesn't like to talk about it. In a way, she's deeply upset about the fate of her race and just tries to live her life the best she can. It's caused her to grow and dislike what she is. Not enough to get rid of it, but enough to hate being herself unless the situation calls. On the rare occasion she spots another Steef, she often finds herself criticizing the other mentally without even realizing it. Equipment: A small, handy orange plastic toolbox. Inside it are tools - and a smaller toolbox with even smaller tools. For those hard-to-reach places. She also has her moolah, which she stuffs in her shirt. History: Born in the Old West, during a time when Steef were relatively plentiful, her life and childhood was normal. However, when she was eleven, Sekto came. At first they tried to hide, but when her father never came back one day, her mother took her away - far to the east. They traveled for weeks, and her mother taught her how to hide her legs and never tell anyone what she was. When they reached the east, not too far from various Mudokon settlements, they managed to escape Sekto's threat. But news and rumors of Steef spread far and wide and soon, her mother became sick from worry and stress. A lump had formed in her stomach and eventually killed her. But then she forgot the ways of the Steef. Ail moved away from there and lived her life as best she could, not wanting to remember her past. She was found and adopted by a kind old lady that kept her secret. When she discovered computers, she found an escape from the loneliness that plagued her, and absorbed herself in them. Eventually she found herself back in the old west, in a town she'd never been in before. This time, it wasn't to find other steef. Now, to be honest, she could really care less about finding her own kind. She wants money - money of her own to prove she's more than just a stupid animal. But she's the only one she can prove it to. Pets: She has a pet Fuzzle named Spike. She found Spike in the wild and since Steef are very comfortable in nature (even Ail admits she likes being in the woods), decided to take him home. The Fuzzle, who had been a baby and was being bullied by some young Clakkers, was all too happy to go with her. It seems to adore her and always sits somewhere on her - whether it's on her head or inside her shirt or under her skirt. Should anyone dare to reach for it they might pull back their hand with a nasty surprise. |
nice character. I don't think it's that most of the people aren't doing this RP anymore, it's probably because they just got back from vacations and what not. So i'm expecting this to come back alive later this week.
I liked the "World of Oddcraft". Haha. (I'm just waiting for someone to reply from my last post) |
OOC: I hope this RPG hasn't died yet. However, I figured people were just busy with their wintery vacations, and will HOPEFULLY come back soon enough.
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Ooc: I'm not on any vacation. I'm just sort of waiting... For something other.
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Can i play an Bartender?
name: Vykko species: Outlaw Dynamite Spec (Throws Dynamite&Bombs at you..) age: 34 gender: male appearance: Has very long teeth,Green skin Color and he has many scares. He too misses one eye,and has an Robot Arm. And a Big Box o' Dynamite on his back :D . personality: he is a tough guy,and if hes mad,he just kicks or shoots your butt outta the Bar. equipment: He Has an Dynamite Backpack,and a gun,wears an White Dirty Shirt,and Brown Pants. He Wears a Mexican Hat too,and wears not shoes. history: He was a Barkeeper here for many years. Almost everyone knows,and dislikes him. But,his friends are very happy with him. |
Vykko got out of his bad,and lazy opened the door.
He goes downstairs. He opens the door and sets the bord with the "Open you PooBrains!" Text. |
Erm no you can't, firstly because they wouldn't welcome an outlaw as bartender and secondly because that position is already taken.
Sorry for not posting, I got distracted by the holidays then got flu. I'll try later. |
OOC:And as one other reason why you can't be the bartender, you didn't wait for permision when you posted again.
Now try reading the rules of RPGing and the rest of the RPG. And maybe if it's not too much trouble improve your english, and maybe make your posts a little more... Interesting. I'm sorry but it seems that you really don't get any of this RPG stuff. I feel I should by writing some IC but... I'm kind of waiting for the going-ons in the bar to get going.:D |
Ok, the bartender is running around, loaded on pain pills, the sheriff entered, the outlaws are on the way to billy-rays house to burn it down, if he is in it or not, and pretty much everyone is getting drunk at the bar. Can we not continue this? I know damn well most of the people still get on...
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SIGH. I myself have grown old with this RPG. Nobody's replying aside from these OOC posts. I give up. If anybody wants to continue the RPG, go ahead, but Sherrif Whyte Urp won't be joinin' in.
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Ok, first off, its not about a bar. But right now, everyone is drinking at the bar and what not. And second, chronicler, you can't give up on a rpg once you create it. It's like your baby. And if you are getting tired of no one posting in character posts, than post a IC yourself. I did the last post, and you guys aparently have all just given up and stopped caring about this rpg. So, if you are really going to give up on the rpg, then we will need someone to take over as the sheriff. I'm not living, because I know this rpg is continue, unless we are continued to be filled with lazy people that have the time to post out of character but just for some reason don't feel like posting in character. So, i'm not giving up on this.
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Chrinicler... You're the creator, I assume you had a vision with it... It needs maintainence :) |
Well, perhaps I was going too far with what I said, I had thoughts about continueing this RPG just this afternoon anyways. However, as of now I don't geel like going too deep. W@RF V.9 catches my interest. I might continue this RPG with hope, but as of now, it does not interest me. I know, I'm cruel to my own creations.
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Of course we won't be able to continue without the bartender either... Or Lou for that matter.:D |
I beleive we still have the bartender and lou perhaps, but i haven't seen zozo on for awhile, and i'm not sure about the person that plays lou. I would play the sheriff, but two reasons: A. I have the limit of characters. and B. If i was the sheriff and the outlaws (good guy and bad guys) that would be boring, pretty much me fighting myself.
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OOC: I said in my last post that I didn't quit, but I won't post any time soon. So basically if this RPG manages to get back together, I'm still Sherrif Whyte Urp.
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OOC: I'm still around, just waiting for something to do.
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Awesome idea for an rp you guys! Anyway:
Name: Angeal Species: Steef Age: 23 (Earth Years) Occupation: Assassin Equipment: Jet-black boots with bladed heels that join his fore legs to his hind legs, dark grey Meepskin pants, a black longsleeve shirt with grey cufflinks with chains that cross over his chest, bladed wrist-guards attached to a pair of fingerless knuckle-studded gloves, no horns, and no headgear. History: Angeal was brought up in a forest fairly close to the present day Spittoonstone. From birth he was trained in the art of the assassin. He wears boots that join his legs because 2 legs make less noise than 4. He uses blades rather than ranged weaponry so he doesn't get weighed down , and he got his horns removed for stealth. But when he's not "working", he lives like anyone else, just a regular Steef, trying to get by. He has learned almost complete English, and is fairly well read. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Angeal woke up one morning, and gave a loud yawn. Scratching his head, he got dressed (no blades, he's not "working" yet), and walked outside, wondering how the day would progress... |
ok, sense really no one except xX_abe_xX has replied yet, i'm just going to go off my last post.
IC After getting a fair amount of drinks, Billy-Ray decided to head home and leave the bar in the turmoil that it was in. He headed out of the city's gate, and followed the trail back down to his house. After about a half a hour jog back to his house, what he saw in front of him was not a good sight. Fire arose from almost every part of the house, and, from where he was standing, he could see two hunched shapes wandering arounnd wherever ther wasn't fire in the house, two guarding the door, and a very tall outlaw talking to a some-what smaller outlaw, which he presumed was his captain. The captain gave his boss a salute, and turned back to his duties. A pair of dagger like eyes stared at him through the window of his home. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kert stood among the ashes of the clakker house, ordering around the remainder of the outlaws that were with him. One of them came up to Kert, gave a salute, and said,"Kert, I see that clakker bastard outside! We gunn'a chase 'em?" and waited for Kert's response. "Of course boy, you take your lil' butt buddy over ther' and teach that clakker a lesson for messing with Cannabal Mort!" He hurried over to the other shooter and they ran out. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Billy-Ray regained his focus, he saw that two of the outlaws were jogging over to him and shooting rapidly. In a hurry, he ran back in the direction of the town, hoping someone there would be able to help him in the disaster that he was in. A shot flew by his head, and he clucked like a chicken and picked up speeding, slowly begining to loose the outlaws. He ran into the doors of the bar, until he nearly passed out from so much running on a table, and said, "I need some help! Outlaws are burnin' down my home!" |
IC: Garit looked up in surprise when a clakker ran in saying his house was on fire. Despite his better judgement, his curiousity got the better of him and he peeked out from the door, and sure enough a hint of smoke was detectable in the air. That was when he saw the outlaws running into town. Quickly, he retreated from the door to his table and sat back down, repositioned his hat, and gripped his pistol. This was turning out to be a troublesome day than he had expected.
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OOC: Yes. Sherrif Whyte must do something in this RPG (unfortunatley). Um, I'll just completley ignore Whyte's last post and enter the bar already.
IC: Whyte swung the doors of the bar wide open when he heard the squawkings of trouble. Surprised, he failed to notice the bar's doors swung back, inevitably & comically knocking Whyte in the head. The Glukkon Sherrif rubbed the nasty bruise on his large cranium and quickly ran towards the ever so distressed Clakker, Billy Ray. "Billy! Where're the scum-suckin' Outlaws now?" Whyte growled as he impatiently shook Billy's beak with disgust. Kelpy the paramite, sticking next to Shaskee, spotted the incoming Outlaws and barked wildly at them. |
IC: Garit was surprised once again and looked back up. A glukkon was standing in something similar to slig pants. 'This glukkon's either a loon or has some kind of serious law-enforcing problem.' He thought, and following this glukkon there was a paramite which had begun to bark loudly at the incoming outlaws. Quitely drawing his gun under the table, Garit watched as the glukkon attempted to get information out of the clakker. Hoping he wouldn't attract too much attention, Garit lowered his head enough so he wasn't openly visible but could still see what was going on.
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IC: As Angeal was looking around outside, he smelled a faint burning smell. He glanced around and noticed a smoke cloud rising into the air on the other side of town. He ran inside, grabbed his wrist-guards(just in case), and took off towards the smoke.
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OOC action, yes!!! Oh yeah and chronicler, sense the Inn keeper character hasn't replied for a couple weeks now, lets just say he's cowering behind the counter, that sound good?
IC Billy-ray, his voice panicked, finally stopped squawking. "The outlaws are comin' down into the town! They should be following me into the inn by the...erm...trail I left..." he said in somewhat embarassment. He quickly ran and ducked under a table, cowering like a little girl. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- (these two aren't temporary characters, just here for the moment) The two outlaws ran into the town, following the trail left by Billy-Ray. "Haha, that wimp wetted his panties! Lets get him Lary!" shouted the one on the left. "Yeah, lets teach this punk a lesson Fred!" he said to Fred. Whenever they got past the town's gate, they kicked in the Inn door. "Wheres that odd dung-slingin' clakker?" they said in unison, there guns pointing in random directions. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kert looked at the other two outlaws with him and said, "Ok boys, we are gonna bag us some chicken for dinner tonight! Hahaha!" he said with a loud guffaw, which was followed by the howels of the two outlaws with him. They took to a nice jog in the direction of the town. "No need to hurry now, Fred and Lary probably got it under control." He told them, and they nodded in agreement. "Mort's gonna be mighty happy...." Were the last words heard as they left the collapsing house. |
OOC: Well ..... NPCs are generally not allowed, but I suppose for this one moment can be an exception, seeing as how we don't have any other Outlaw Characters anyway.
IC: Whyte growled at the dumb Clakker, his yellow eyes glared at the bird's fearing face. Left a trail? The idiot that he is! Whyte might've skinned Billy himself if it weren't for this intrusion. Whyte shoved the Clakker to the side and stared back at the two Outlaws. The Gluk Sherrif gave them a nasty look. "You trouble-makin' thieves oughta be hanged for this!" The Glukkon had an idea though. "But tell ya what .... We'll let ya keep the Clakker. AS LONG AS YA LEAVE THE TOWN IN PEACE!" Whyte was serious about this. Kelpy emphasized Whyte's final sentance with her own chains of growls and barks. Whyte was plotting a serious gamble in his thoughts, and we ALL know how bad Whyte is in gamble, but it was a chance he had to take in order to stop the Outlaws. |
OOC lol, nice gamble there. I think Billy-Ray may pee himself again, haha..
IC "WH-WHAT?!?! YOUR CRAZZIER THEN A HYPED UP FUZZLE! YOU ARE SUPPOUSED TO HELP US POOR DEFENSELESS FOLK!!" He screamed. "You can't just sell me out like that! I'm the good one! Those crazy guys may skin me alive! You gotta change your mind!!" he said as he tried to convince the sheriff.. He sunk down on his knees, looking up at everyone in the Inn. Oh shucks, he thought to himself, I think i'm going to need a new pair of breachers... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Eh, give up the clakker? Just to save your own skin! I like you, you little traitor! You'd be evil enough to be a outlaw, haha! Well tell you what, we'll do just that." Fred said as he lied through his teeth. Lary, going along with Fred's plan, decided to chime in. "A-hohoho! We'll skin that clakker wimp alive. He'll be a mighty pretty rug to be set by Mort's fire!" The two outlaws snickered as they prepared to grab the poor clakker. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kert and the others just arrived at the gate. "Ok boys, if we here any screaming and shootin', we'll bust in there and help 'em? You got that? Good then. I can't wait to get to the fightin'...." The nailer popped his neck and tightened up his iron knuckles, white the cutter started assorting all his knives for the action. (Note for Xx_Abe_xX: There is a cutter, a nailer, and a squig herder, who is Kert) |
OOC: Lol the poor Clakker
IC: Angeal found the scene of the fire. He looked around for any clue that could aid him. He noticed a trail of yellow water on the ground. "Is that... Lemonade?" OOC: Those of you who are squeamish might want to skip this part... IC: Angeal dipped a finger into the liquid, and sucked it off his finger. Waited a second, and gave a very dangerous howl. "Oh sweet lord, no amount of therapy will ever make this moment okay..." With that, he began to follow the trail of urine. He came across the Bittersweet Opple, which was where the trail ended. He noticed three outlaws, waiting in front of the doors. Angeal quietly ran around the side of the bar, waiting for their next move... |
IC: Garit heard the sherrif saying that he was giving up the clakker for the safety of the town. Looking up he saw a pair of outlaws by the door. He'd prefer if they just left, but at least he wasn't about to be skinned alive. That clakker may not really have deserved it, but Garit wasn't about to put his on life on the line for some random citizen he didn't even know. Looking out the window, he noticed that way out by the gate, there was three outlaws. Sensing this would get nasty, he ducked under the table hoping nobody could see him. Gripping his fingers around his gun very tightly, he got ready to shoot it if need be.
OOC: Xx_Abe_xX, that was peraps one of the funniest ever posts in the RPG section. |
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IC:Angeal pressed his ear against the side of the bar, and he heard a bunch of arguing, then a yell which sounded like, "IF YA LEAVE THIS TOWN IN PEACE!" Then it got really quiet. He knew the moment was coming, so he quietly snapped on his wrist-guards, and waited... |
Whyte once again snarrled as he charged towards the Outlaws, knocking one of them down. "I'll let ya keep the Clakker if ya leave Spittoonstone NOW!!! Go back to yer hideout and NEVER come back!!!!" Whyte slammed a fist against the wall, enough force to shake the whole bar. The Glukkon glared deep into the Outlaws' eyes. "Leave ..... 'n' take yer pile'a'crap with ya." Whyte sounded like he was pushing it, but it was necessary for his plan to take action, and hopefully rescueing both the town AND the Clakker ....
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IC: Angeal jumped as he heard a fist hit the wall, which sounded so close he might've got punched in the face had there not been a wall there. He started to move, but he wondered. It didn't really seem like whoever was yelling was putting his all into his words. Sensing a trap, Angeal laid back against the wall once more, and continued to wait...
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OOC holy moly whyte is becoming one bad ass gluckon..
IC Billy-ray, still not eased, became even more scared because of the loud bangs and the shouts. He shivered and looked up, seeing that one outlaw was knocked down and the other was looking at Whyte in suprise. As he slowly put his eyes back down, three new figures appeared in the frame of the door. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "So, you pickin' on wimpy lil' shooter boys, sheriff?" said Kert as he and his lackeys shifted into the doorway. He stood there, pistols ready, with the big nailer behind him and the cutter and still standing shooter next to him, as the one on the ground slowly recovered from the encounter with Whyte. "Oh naw sheriff, you aint gettin' off that easy for disrespecting one of my boys like that. No, you are going to get the wippin' of a life time." Kert walked slowly through the room, until he reached the table that Billy-ray cowered under. He motioned for the nailer to come forth, and he kicked the center of the table with a loud CRACK as it flew back a few feet. The nailer stepped back and Kert hefted Billy-Ray by the fat on his neck. "Listen, you little gutter slime, we'll be back for you, and when we will, we will bring back the entire gang with us, and all you bastards will pay." He spat in the clakkers eyes and threw him at the counter, releasing a shot that flew by his head with a buzzing sound as it hit a keg of whatever was in there and it spilled all over the floor. "You best be ready, sheriff, 'couse you and your redneck clakkerz aint gonna be prepared for what we got in load for 'yall. C'mon, boys, lets go." he waved his followers to him, and they rushed to follow him. They headed out the gate of the town, and the last words Kert screamed was, "WE'LL BE BACK!! HAHAHA!" |
OOC: Woah! Plot twist! Wasn't expecting that one!
IC: Angeal was getting tired of waiting. He slowly began to move around the bar to the door, but just as he was about to turn the corner, a bunch of outlaws bursted through the door, headed out to the towns gate, screamed "WE'LL BE BACK!", turned and left. Angeal breathed a sigh of relief. No one got hurt. Not yet anyway... |
IC: Garit watched as the outlaws ran out of the bar. Taking a breath of releif, he sat back up and decided it was time to finish up his cider. Gulping it down, he remembered the whole reason why he had come in here was to get something to eat. Setting down the empty tankard, he wondered if this bar even had any food at all. Part of him wanted to just ask, while the other part wanted to remain silent. The part that wanted to ask won. Wondering how to put it, he asked "Does this place sell food or is just drinks?"
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