The Wild West...With a Twist of Le-MON.

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

(Sorry I was gone)

*crest nodded* ready when you guys are. *he sipped on his drink, while putting a few coins in the strangers pocket hopefully without him noticing*

[Cecilia Peromi]

"Okay then. My horse is just outside. Vice, we'll share, you got a horse Crest?"

(Don't worry about being late, it happens.)

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

*Crest blinks* No. But I can ride a horse *he explains* I can get one somewhere I'm sure.

[Rayleonarde]

The stranger stood, and started out of the inn. As he stood, his coat moved far enough to expose his red boots.

[Aconitum]

((Oh wow. Is it too late... To join? I mean, I'm gonna stalk the threat for a day to see what's going on, but I had to ask.))

[Rayleonarde]

((Nope. Anytime's fine. Nothing's really happened.))

[Cecilia Peromi]

Cecil catches the slightest glance of the fur's boots and instantly becomes intrigued. "Jeez! You've got some fancy boots there! They must've costed you a fortune!"

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

*looks to the stranger* damn... Can I have them? *he jokes and gets up* anyway I'm gonna go here a horse bye *goes on a search for a horse.*

[Cecilia Peromi]

As Crest left, Cecil stayed at the bar, he was still waiting for Vice. He was also very interested in the stranger, people just don't have red boots. "So whats the story? How'd you get those?"

[Dr.Vice Jameson]

*he started after crest, turning to Cecil* let's go

Post Merge: October 13, 2015, 06:49:07 PM((Please, join))

[Cecilia Peromi]

"All right. Let's get out of here." Cecil said and he turned his attention away from the stranger. He exited the bar.

[Rayleonarde]

The stranger stepped from the bar, and wandered out of town. He had learned what he wanted to know.


Sanders stepped from his shop, and gasped when he spotted the stranger, more specifically his boots. "Sound the alarm! Blackburn in town!"


The stranger flinched, and broke out into a sprint.

[Cecilia Peromi]

"Hey! Stop!" Cecil said. Then he pulled it out: his gun of his own design. It was a pistol, but it had a long muzzle, a large barrel, (for heavy duty bullets) and a sight. Cecil ran for the crook, whil aiming his gun and firing at the raccoon.

(Awww man, don't stop the rp for me, but I've got to go. I'll be back soon!)

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

*crest was at some sort of stables he assumed as he saw a lot of horses* Hmm which one to... 'Borrow' *he sees a horse which is an odd coloured red with a few white splodges* that's the one *he walks over and take her by the reign* easy girl I'm your new owner *he takes him out and saddles onto him* atta girl tesco atta girl *he rides back into town*

[Rayleonarde]

The stranger shed the mask, and turned, brandishing a revolver. The bullet heading his way pierced through his coat, and grazed his chest. Ray, as this was the stranger, began to shoot at his aggressor.