<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/600full-kenneth-branagh.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Tommy Flanagan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9819558#msg9819558)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>None<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 21, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wafflehaus<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Walker, Dora, Singing Feather, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The coffee scalded his throat as Tommy drank it, but he could imagine the stimulant heading straight to his veins and up to his tired brain. Today was going to be all about coffee and cigarettes, and he only hoped he could find a few quiet hours at the Tower of Babel in the afternoon to recharge if they were going to go hunting Mr. Deathmask tonight. It began to dawn on him that he'd signed on for a mission that was not only would likely result in his untimely death, but which would also severely encroach on his creature comforts in the time before that sweet release was presented.<br/><br/>The hot liquid wasn't enough to distract his perceptive eyes from the little tragedy developing before them. Tommy had his share of prejudice but after spending his account on the rich, the mean, the Chinese, the English with a little left over for Negroes who didn't know their place he didn't have an awful lot of hateful coin left to tip the red men. Not everyone was as progressive as he, though, and he instinctively knew that the looks that Walker and Dora were giving each other were painting a trail to a place of misery before joy. He silently wished them well, even if it did mean one upstanding and fine-looking white woman off the market. Walker didn't seem the sort to take advantage of a woman and then leave the damaged goods behind.<br/><br/>When he caught sight of the war party coming into the restaurant he immediately rose to his feet. First, because it was a whole mess of Indians, and that seemed the sort of thing that one would want to be on one's feet about. Second, because there was a lady present. Most of the crowd in the restaurant seemed to be acting more on Tommy's first reason than his second, not paying the newcomer the basic courtesy one does to those of the gentler persuasion, at least those who didn't earn a living on their back. With the warriors dismissed most of the diners turned their attention back to the mounds of food in front of them.<br/><br/>Tommy turned his attention to Singing Feather's breasts. When you hear the word "shaman" a couple of other words tend to rush on through the door and attach themselves. "Wise", "old", "spiritual", "grizzled". "Wrinkly". You could open up the door, gaze outside for a long while, maybe even yell for the slowpoke words to hurry up and come on in, but you wouldn't expect "breasts" to come ambling through. At least Tommy didn't, and yet here they were, and a fine pair at that. It took a little effort, and a recognition of Walker's disapproving stare, for Tommy to regain his composure and his seat after Singing Feather had taken her own.<br/><br/>Clearly he needed to get out to Indian country a little more often.<br/><br/>"It's an honor, ma'am," Tommy said, though she couldn't have been more than eighteen. He figured being a Shaman got you an automatic 'ma'am', at the least. "Tommy Flanagan, of Kansas City. I hope you'll pardon my appearance -- Walker and I were up all night together." He took another long slurp of his coffee.<br/><br/>"Bacon and eggs and waffles for everybody, Dora, if you please." He turned back to the young shaman. "I completely understand about jurisdictional issues, and I appreciate you coming in this far even today. Truth be told this fella's got me scared boneless, but I don't see anybody else stepping up to deal with him, so I reckon we're the men to do it.  Only the thing is, I think we've got a pretty good plan for getting us and the boneman in the same place at the same time. It's step two where I'm drawing to a dead hand and wouldn't mind you slipping me a card under the table, if you've got one or two to spare."<br/><br/>