<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/Walker.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9811695#msg9811695)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Sioux Union<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 20th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel's Tower, Around Town<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tommy Flanagan, Whippersnappers, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>The Whippersnappers stayed near Tommy, listening to what he had to say.  The money he played with certainly helped but it was his words that changed their dispositions from suspicious to a mixture of curious and righteous.  Several of them exclaimed the the Injun kids had nothin' on them.  They had been raising themselves in Gomorra.  There was no way that any other kids were as brave as they were.<br/><br/>Their accusing eyes turned to Walker and some of them puffed out their chests.  Walker, on the other hand, was fighting not to smile.  Quickly gathering Tommy wanted to lie to the children, he simply kept his mouth shut.  He wasn't a great liar and he knew it.  Biting the inside of his cheek to continue to appear serious for the story Tommy was weaving, he listened to the children as they grew both interested and energized at the opportunity.<br/><br/>Instead of anyone of them stepping forward, the stories came pouring out of the whippersnappers.  One boy spoke of a nightmare of falling off the mesa like Nathan Hunter did.  Another spoke of being eaten by a maze dragon.  A girl spoke of her nightmare of being trapped in a collapsed mine.  It was quite a long list of nightmares pouring out at Tommy and Walker.<br/><br/>Finally, one of the older boys stepped forward, his eyes focused on the money.  His face serious, he looked between Walker and Tommy.  “I know most of the grown ups don't believe it but the scariest thing ain't no nightmare.  It's real.”  He told them quietly but rather accusatory.  He seemed to expect them to dismiss his words.  The other Whippersnappers grew quiet as he spoke, sharing glances between them.  The children all certainly knew what he was talking about.<br/><br/>“Shut it, Jake!”  One of the girls hissed at the boy.  “Ain't no one gonna believe us anyway.”  She scowled at both Walker and Tommy.  “Just shut up.  If you ain't quiet, they'll stick us in the crazy-people place and the Beast will eat us!”<br/><br/>He shook his head and glared back at the girl.  “It don't hurt to tell 'em.”  He countered and shook his head.  Turning his full attention back to the men waiting to hear more, “There's a.... thing... that has been spyin' on us.”  He stepped closer to Tommy and spoke quietly as the others fidgeted.  “He's got a skull for a face, wears all black and carries a big weapon.”  He paused and his brow furrowed, “It's like a curved blade at the end of a big ol' stick.”  He shivered and shook his head, “I dunno what he wants but he visits lots of the kids.  The grown-ups don't believe us.”  He narrowed his eyes at Tommy, almost daring him to say he was lying.<br/><br/>“It's like a farmers scythe!”  One of the other boys spoke up.  “He only comes at night.”  He sidled closer to the older Jake.  “He just watches kids.  Stares with those big nothin' eyes!”