Wild West

[rookthebunwolf]

Rooks rabbit ears perked at the sound of the group of horses trampling into town "that doesnt sound friendly. we might have to cut this conversation short peter" Rook walks over to the door of the saloon to get a look at whats happening, his whiskey completely untouched. He watched the bandits get closer

[Rhoryc]

Peter sighed as he picked up Rook's glass of whiskey.
"One should never leave such things unfinished." he mumbled to himself as he got up and left the counter.
He approached a dirty window near the entrance of the saloon and looked outside to see what was going on.

[Chronic Payne]

With a sniffle and adjusting hate walks out to the open in the middle of the road, as the riders slow down and stand tall on their horses, an eerie silence fills the area to where only the howl of the wind is heard, "Howdy... ya'll look like shit." with a smile laughs,

One of the men hop off their horse and walks closer wearing a bandanna over his mouth making it hard to see his face, "Is your name Billy? Billy Jango?"

Crossing arms takes a stand as his tail sways about, "Yeah? who wants to know?"

"Heh, I figured you would be taller..."
"I get that a lot... Who are you? and what brings ya'll here?"
"We heard you have quiet the skill to find treasures buried by the old natives. and my name?"


Slowly removing his black hat and bandanna smiles, "Is Chase... Chase Burton, perhaps you may have heard of me?"


"Hmmm, doesn't really ring a bell, but sorry I ain't into errands anymore." turning around walks away, til the click of a revolver is heard and the pressure on the back of his head makes him stop, "We ain't really here to ask." Chase smiles,

"Must be a hell of a treasure, if you need me." Grins and snickers,


"Well, a couple friends of yours said you were the one to talk to, and here we are." keeping gun held close to his head, "Of course they were your friends... sorry, my associates are a bit trigger happy at times, but needed deaths in order to find the mother of all treasures... The Red Diamond..."

"That's just an old western's tale it doesn't even exist... unless..." his arms lower and laughs

"That's right we found it... wasn't easy but it was a steal, literally." popping neck snickers "But alas we find ourselves need your help sadly."

"And if I say no again? what happens? You shoot me and spend the rest of your life looking for it and never find it or we could discuss this like men." turning around with the revolver in his face grins, "So the way I see it... you need me alive more than dead, so drop the tough guy act, you gotta lousy poker face."

"So it seems... alright then, lets talk." holstering his gun walks off into the saloon, and Billy follows with the other riders around him,

"And to think I was gonna kick back today... hehe."

[rookthebunwolf]

Rook ducked out of view as soon as he heard the bandits name. "peter is going to regret telling me that bounty" he thinks to himself, and keeps his ears perked to hear the entire conversation, ready to follow the bandits to the end of the earth if need be

[Kittenpillar100]

Aditsan scowled once again, a facial expression which, to be honest, he probably used too much. He pulled the string of his bow back almos silently, listening to the conversation. As they went back in he lowered his bow, keeping hold of it though and grumbling "Looking for the secrets of my ancestors are they?" he looked at the Salon door. "Maybe they should meet a descendant first" he decided, pacing over, almost silently, to the door.

[Rhoryc]

The coyote was not able to see well through the filth on the window. As the blurry figures approached the door he took a step back from the entrance. His eyes widened as the man he had been looking for stepped into the saloon. Peter began to reach for the revolver he had concealed in his suit, but stopped as he noticed more people follow him into the tavern. Frustrated, he downed the glass of whiskey and thought to himself, *I need him alive. Now is not the time.*

[rookthebunwolf]

Rook quickly tried to stop the goat "you want him to not find the treasure, i want the bounty on his head, you hate me and i hate you for it, but lets come to an agreement here" Rook eyed the Indian  then whispers quietly to him "if i take him in, your ancestors treasure remains hidden, but i don't value my odds of taking his whole gang on at once, so id need an Indian, a tracker and someone whose good and quiet if it needs to be. what do you say?"

[Chronic Payne]

Walking in and being lead to a center table in the saloon as they scare off the people who were sitting there, Chase takes a seat and snaps finger for a drink, "Now then if we may talk business...",


Taking a seat across from him and reclining back in chair and sighs, "So you actually believe you found it?" is then forced to take the conversation seriously as one of his lackeys holds his gun up against his head, "Really? this again?"


"Forgive my followers, they tend to get impatient when it comes to money... So as we were saying." leaning back crosses arms and smiles. "So we heard you've been there... huh?"


"I don't know what you're talking about..." all of a sudden a taller thug swings with a left cross towards Billy's cheek that dazes him. Coughing and laughing, "Well! I see we are mild tempered..." rubbing jaw and shaking it off. "That sure jogged my memory a bit..."


"If I were you I would start talking, a couple of these men know you very well." with an evil grin tilts head towards the one who punched Billy, leaning in and removing his bandanna off his face to show a horrific round scar from a red hot frying pan, "A lot of them want you dead..."


"Aww, Gean Richards... I see you're as pretty as ever.", another left cross is dealt to his cheek, reeling back and sitting hunched forward starts to snicker, "I guess you haven't been having much luck with the ladies looking like shit!", laughs hysterically just to get punched in the gut, "EH! haha!! you have such soft hands." Looking up and smiles.


Gean raises hand only to have Chase stop him, "That will be quiet enough Gean..." looking back at Billy and grunts and backs away.


Coughing and sitting up holding stomach, "Hehe, as you were saying... I have been there only for a few days then I had to leave cause they didn't like my kind."


"We heard it was cause of another reason, got a bit friendly with the chiefs daughter?" with a laugh takes his drink and chugs it,


"Not like they didn't enjoy it...", sitting up takes a bottle that was left and takes a swig.


Resting his head on his hand smiles and chuckles, "They? my you are tenacious..."


"Meh, but yeah..."

[Kittenpillar100]

Aditsan enters the salon once again, bow drawn. He quickly aims it for the most important looking one. They guy doing the talking, that was probably him... "Why are you here?" he asks harshly, adjusting his aim slightly so he could be sure the arrow would hit. "Answer or I kill you" he adds simply.

Aditsan was known for his bluntness and willingness to kill at the slightest provacation, however Chase may not notice. Only fate will tell if he is lucky or unlucky because of it.

[Rhoryc]

Peter casually sauntered over toward the goat and put an arm around his back, inconspicuously pressing a knife against him.
"Oh come now, is there really a need for such savagery?"
He gave a disarming smile and  turned to Chase.
"I do apologize if this brute has caused you any trouble!"
Turning back toward Aditsan, he said, "If you'll be so kind as to lower your weapon and come with me, I'd like to have a word with you."
Peter pressed the knife harder against the goat's back, indicating that he had little choice in the matter.

[rookthebunwolf]

Rooks sighs after being completely ignored by the goat. he walks out of the saloon and hops on his horse, then pulls the rifle from the holster, a heavy 30-30 saddle ring carbine, with a vernier sights, then runs to a safe distance away "lets just hope none of those thugs have a rifle themselves"

[KittKat chunky~]

Dust rose and swirled in small eddies around the hooves of the dapple-grey mare as it walked into the town. While a lone horseman was nothing strange, this one demanded at least some attention.

First, was the horse itself. It was a fairly common breed, normal of stature, its dappled grey and white hide glistening with sweat in the glow of the sun. But it's mane was tied back and plaited with copper rings and wooden beads, long white tail tied with the same thick metal ring. It walked with a confidence not seen in a horse that had been broken, its eyes still afire like that of a wild young stallion.

Second, was the baggage. A heavy leather saddle was straddled by two saddle bags, loose odds and ends, bits of material and so forth fluttering in the dust-laden wind. Several small boxes and crates hung from the saddle by rope, a cage on one side clattered with every step, a small bird sleeping with its head under its bright blue wing on the swinging perch within. The back of the saddle was laden with rolled cloth of every colour, deep red and rich purples, blues and crisp white linen, gold-embroidered fabrics and what looked like a rolled up tent with bundles of firewood. This horse was less a means of transport... More a home on legs.

Finally, and possibly the most striking, was the rider. A feline of grey and white fur, no more than twenty years of age and thick curves to her body. She sat side-saddle, one hand at the horses neck, the other lay on the bundles of cloth draped over the back of the saddle. Her dress bore the same fashion of the baggage, that of a traditional European Gypsy. A white linen practical shirt, wide leather belt around her waist and a red flowing skirt embroidered with gold. Dark hair covered with a bandanna of the same dark red and tied into twin pigtails over her shoulders, rings on her fingers and beads in her hair.

She rode with one knee-length boot in the stirrup and, most incongruous to her vulnerable appearances, seemed to carry no weapons visible on her person. Her bright blue eyes surveyed the town as she and her mount walked down the dusty streets and her gaze alighted on the saloon ahead, as what looked like a rabbit strode to their horse and pulled out a rifle. She gave her horse an encouraging pat on the neck, stirring him on towards the saloon.



((Couldn't find an OOC or anything, I assume therefore this is just a 'join-whenever-you-want' deal? If it isn't just tell me and I will skedaddle out of here    ))

[Kittenpillar100]

Aditsan glared with a white hot fury at Peter, it was almost as if his eyes were containing an internal fire. That, of course, died somewhat when he felt the knife on his back. He could feel it even through the leather cloak and his fur, and didn't like it at all, it radiated malice, and the owner seemed to radiate smugness. How much he wanted to see that same face Peter was holding with one to three arrows sticking out of it. That would make his day it would.

He snarled quietly as he was called a savage, an insult he recieved a lot. He was still irked by it however, especially from this fancily dressed slime of a fur. Brute also invoked annoyance on his part, and his mind began forging fantasies of Peter, many of which involved arrows and other sharp objects. "You do not yet know, how much I hate you colonists" he murmered, slurring the words together in an incomprehendable manner, so that Peter couldn't understand.

He sighed angrily as Peter asked him to come outside, his bow was a useless weapon in close combat, so he was in a pretty powerless position here. He lowers his bow, firing a look of burning venom at everyone, no exceptions, in the saloon. Putting his bow over his shoulder again, he scowls at Peter once more. "Fine, I will go out" he states, still holding onto the arrow. Oh yes, he was sure that a comfy-living rich-man like Peter had never fought a skilled native hunter like him before in close combat. He just had to wait until he was outside.

(OOC: By the way Katka, this is a join whenever deal, you're fine c: )

[Rhoryc]

As Peter walked toward the exit (leading Aditsan in front of him with a knife still at his back) he quietly whispered to the goat,
"I am truly sorry about this, but you must understand what I have been through to find this man."
He looked back to see if anyone had heard him, though it seemed like they had returned their focus to the conversation at hand.
"You have spirit, and I respect that. But there is a time and place for everything, and now certainly isn't the time."
He walks the goat through the doors of the saloon, stepping outside into the sunlight.
"Honestly, do you think you could have defeated all those armed ruffians alone with that flimsy weapon of yours? Don't be a fool."
Peter sighed and leaned closer, now speaking directly into Aditsan's ear.
"Look, I'm going to lower the knife now. There is no need for violence, so please for both our sake let's keep this civilized. I just want to talk."
He slowly starts to lower the knife from the goat's back...

[Chronic Payne]

Chase nods his head watching the trio walk outside and sighs, "Kinda surprised they let their kind in here... Hehe, profit is a profit I suppose." leaning forward with elbows on the table and head in hands grins, "So back to business?"

Sitting up and coughing, "I'm gonna need proof of this... other wise how do I know your not some random bunch of money grubbing bandits?", looking up at the ceiling sighs and yawns,

"Does this Answer your questions?" reaching into his pocket pulls out a folded up paper that has been worn out to looking the color yellow,

"Huh!" unfolding the paper examines it and nods head, "So I see you can't get to the place let alone get past the traps and dangers? Figures no brains between the lot of them." snickers for a few seconds before getting socked across the right cheek, coughing and spitting a tooth on the ground, "That sobered me up... a bit."

"You really don't care if you die or not?" tilting head smiles and glances out the saloon doors, "Sigh, if it will make you feel better you can come back later after some thought?" taking a drink from a bottle sighs and tips hats.

"I was actually gonna say I'm in... but on one condition..." lifting head with a bit of blood falling at the corners of his mouth, "only me, you and three of your whipped dogs can go." upon saying the thugs start getting pissed,

Chase raises his hand and they back off, "Why should I agree to that?" raising a brow is interested and thinks,

"Well, counting me we have about seven going... it might be smarter dropping the number by... two to avoid suspicions." rubbing shoulder and yawns "So the two big ones? gotta go..."

"Easier said than done... not even I could tell them to leave... unless other means are brought to order." standing up from the table walks over taking the paper, walking along to the saloon doors and whistles, "Your gonna have to take that up with them..." an evil grin spreads across his face as the two goons beating up Billy pick him up and charge out into the road tossing him out into the open, stripping him of his weapons.

After the tumble rolls over to his side, slowly getting on hands and knees coughs then stands back up breathing hard, "Alright... come on pancake face! Show me what you really got!", kicking up dirt behind him clinches fists and takes a stand,

As the two larger men stand fast and pop knuckles, "It's been a long time, this time I wont hold back!"