[Scion - The Weird West] Game thread
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				Title: <strong>[Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 02:10:06</strong>
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				The sun is creeping down behind the low hills off in the west, and the shadows are starting to lengthen. Your time on the trail has left you in the mood for something more than a bedroll on hard ground and some beans cooked over a campfire. <br><br>The loudest sound as you ride into this small town is that of the horses hooves ringing on the hard packed earth. From the twitching curtains as you ride down the main street you can tell the town isn't deserted, but there's not a single person on the streets. Indeed, it looks like half the houses are barely lit ... like they were trying to cower, and avoid being noticed. Doesn't take much in the way of a Scions senses to detect the pall of fear hanging heavy in the air.<br><br>Question is, why? Maybe you'll get some answers in the saloon. At the least you'll get some food and drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 18:29:50</strong>
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				"Easy," Brandon murmured as he gentled rested his right hand on his nervous gelding's neck.<br><br>Fear.<br><br>Animals could smell it. To predators the scent was an invitation to another victim. To the prey it was a brightly painted post screaming 'warning'. An excuse to run, to hide, to leave the stench of fear to those that made it. <br><br>Brandon used to be the prey until his father found him huddled in the dark. He knew the instinct well, and begrudged no one their fear. Certainly not the inhabitants of this dead end town.<br><br>He glanced silently at his companions as his guided the gelding down the main thoroughfare, making a point to nod&nbsp; at each house they passed. He didn't know why the hidden inhabitants of the houses were afraid, but there was no need for them to unnecessarily add to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 00:20:48</strong>
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				Jenny sat straight in the saddle, partly to keep awareness of the surroundings, partly so that her partner could hold on behind her. Her horse was a tan stallion she had managed to rescue from the farm, the only survivor of her family other than herself. Peter was slow, steady, calm and strong, a perfect match for the woman.<br><br>She wore a pale blue linen dress, designed for rough work and easy movement, with the rest of her belongings in one of the saddlebags mounted on the mare. A pistol was concealed within her left boot, a magical shortsword strapped to the inside of the other. The boots themselves were plain brown leather, but with an obvious level of craftsmanship put into them. Her hair was tightly brought back into a single braid, and she wore no makeup. The only other item of clothing was a belt worn over the dress made of dark but vibrantly green snakeskin, with a gold leather trim and golden buckle.<br><br>The woman slid off the horse, she had been riding sidesaddle of course, and started to tether him up. She wasn't too concerned about the locals reactions, they were strangers coming into town. Her own weapons weren't on display, but then she really didn't need them to put down some local thugs. She glanced up at the redheaded younger woman on the horse "Come on, i'll buy you a beer." she said softly, tethering up the horse and, discreetly clicking the heels of her boots four times (<em>Activating The Subtle Knife on the sword and the gun</em>)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 06:43:55</strong>
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				I let my horse hang back alongside Alex's.&nbsp; The shadows are going long, and the long black arms of a reaching cloud stretch across the plains.&nbsp; The scatter-shot cluster of buildings below is far removed from its neighbors, from the rail, and from any apparent mineral deposit.&nbsp; Range towns like this are usually cattle towns or sheep towns, but the scraggly head that I can see from a distance don't speak volumes of confidence towards its prosperity.&nbsp; Even the smoke from the chimneys is thin.<br><br>Nearly two months since we left New Orleans together, and Summer's coming on.&nbsp; I still wear more than most would find comfortable, though my coat's been bundled up in my things for weeks now.&nbsp; A black shirt hangs open on my narrow frame, the red-leather vest beneath laced tight for the sake of protection more than fashion.&nbsp; I won't wear it outside any more... it was a vain and silly thing to want to be seen in it, so I keep it against my skin now rather than on the outside.<br><br>Anyhow... the sleeves of my shirt are turned up on my lean arms, the bare skin shows to my wrists where the kid-leather gloves take over.&nbsp; My Stetson's low on my forehead, shading my one-eyed visage, my girlish features set with peaceful determination, my black leather patch meant to be demure, but somehow menacing.&nbsp; All my black hair's off my neck, piled up atop my head and tucked into the crown of my hat.<br><br>I feel awkward riding alongside her.&nbsp; More than once along the way I've fallen back a few feet just to watch her ass on the saddle, but at least she's not... well, provocatively dressed.&nbsp; She's proven that she's able to handle herself, her getup is very practical now with chaps and dungarees, but she's just... well, Alex can't help but be tempting to look at, and I need to keep my mind on the trail.&nbsp; <br><br>I reckon I might be pretty myself, but it's not the same way, and lately I don't care for that kind of thinking.&nbsp; It isn't like anyone will ask me to dance when I've got a damn arsenal on my back in some Podunk cattle-town, or when they need me watching their back, or if I'm tracking a killer on hard ground or chasing ghosts out in the night desert.&nbsp; <br><br>I wouldn't know how to dance even if they did ask, so it's just as well.&nbsp; <br><br>Still... it is kind of nice how she sees that in me.&nbsp; And the few times I've savored her touch have been very special.&nbsp; Maybe it's that we're both chosen from our goddesses, and nobody else I've known in that way has ever been.&nbsp; Maybe what's moving in our bodies isn't limited in its age to the moment we were born to the day we met in the French Quarter.&nbsp; <br><br>But something's different about it, too.&nbsp; As good as it is, and as much as she lights me up, something about it is acceptedly casual.&nbsp; Like we're in some kind of pack and this is just what you do, and you can enjoy it as much as you want and be as close as you want, but it's not like you feel the need to run off together.<br><br>Hell, we were already running off before we were together, if her visions hold true... our feet just hadn't found the path yet.<br><br>*<br><strong>[Only a few minutes have passed since Jenny and Sulan arrived at the Saloon.]</strong><br><br>We reach a saloon of some sort next to Eastman's Creek General.&nbsp; Still haven't seen a soul out of doors.&nbsp; Hell, for all I know the whole town could be full of mutants and weirdos.&nbsp; Of course, that might be alright.&nbsp; I'm a bit of a weirdo myself.&nbsp; <br><br>I shoot a look at Alex that says it, but she already knows it.&nbsp; Something ain't right, and we're both keen as cats, though just as casual.&nbsp; <br><br>Other horses can be seen in the distance.&nbsp; No big gangs, just a couple lone riders.<br><br>"Might be some company soon," I call to her softly.&nbsp; It's not so strange for people to head into town at sunset, I reckon."&nbsp; The rail out front of the saloon has three other horses besides ours at the moment, and I wrap the reins around with a simple twist.&nbsp; "Guess people are heading in for supper."<br><br>The ground feels a little fuzzy under my boots after all the riding today, and I offer to tie the packhorse.&nbsp; I leave him saddled, but remove the saddlebags and drape them over my left shoulder.&nbsp; The twin holsters for my longarms attached.&nbsp; I always bring more gun than a normal person would consider necessary.<br><br>Through the window I can see there's a saloon man waiting at the bar.&nbsp; Maybe a couple others.&nbsp; I try not to look menacing with the rifle bristles over my shoulder like a strange plume as I size up the empty porch, the rail of now six horses-- three ours, including the pack.&nbsp; "...what do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 18:31:10</strong>
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				Cross Rides into town his head held high as he scans the surrounding buildings. The scent of fear was like a stench in his nostrils. Something here was very wrong. He pulled off his hat and scratched his head before placing the hat back on. Slowly he rode on into town. He makes note of the blacksmith and The General Store before stopping at the saloon and dismounting. The pind picks up blowing his white duster about him and revealing the sawed off shotgun hidden under it. Gently he pats the neck of his white horse as he hitches him to the post outside before making his way through the doors of the Saloon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 20:05:35</strong>
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				The call to the saloon keeper actually makes him jump. When he sees who has entered the bar there's an odd expression on his face .. you can't tell if he is relieved or scared. He licks his lips and comes out to the bar, drying his hands on a rough piece of cloth, which he then tucks into his belt.<br><br>"Folks." he says, nodding by way of greeting. "What can I do for you?" His eyes dart from one to the next, and back out to the doorway itself. "I should be locking up soon."
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				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 20:19:22</strong>
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				"Something fermented." Brandon replied, then added, "And wet."<br><br>He stayed standing before the bar, leaning on one elbow as he gave the proprietor a friendly smile.<br><br>"Seems a little early to be closin'. Especially as we look your first custom of the day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 20:24:26</strong>
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				The barman lifted a bottle of bourbon up onto the counter, and tilted it inquisitively. <br><br>At the second comment he licked his lips and gave a slight shudder. "Yeah, well .. people don't like to be out after dark. Once the dinner crowd gets fed ..." He gives a small shrug. "Few more minutes I'd a probaly have had the doors locked."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 20:40:29</strong>
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				"A beer?&nbsp; While I agree that a drink would be just the thing, and the chances of a good cup of tea are most inauspicious..." the slight Asian girl said, her voice carrying less of an accent than might be expected.&nbsp; She slid gracefully off of the saddle and landed neatly next to Jenny--she rode astride, had ever since she and Jenny had teamed up, and didn't seem at all inclined to consider the alternatives.&nbsp; "Beer?&nbsp; Truly?"<br><br>She made for the saloon, slipping in through the doors, and giving the mostly empty establishment a sour look.<br><br>"Most inauspicious indeed.&nbsp; But perhaps the local selection will be more pleasant than that in the last saloon we visited."<br><br>Addressed by the barkeep, she gives the man a playful grin.<br><br>"Hey, <em>gwailo</em>!&nbsp; Cactus Juice for me and my uncle.&nbsp; And have you any peanuts?&nbsp; Uncle is hungry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 22:04:51</strong>
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				"Lucky us," Katie says as she leans back against the wall, letting the dollar rest on the warped, splintery plank of the bar.&nbsp; She smirked at SuLan's boisterous behavior and studied the saloon keeper, listening for hints as to the nature of the town's general paranoia.<br><br>She lets Brandon continue his questioning, knowing that he tends to draw people out of their shells.&nbsp; And scared people let their phantoms out to trusted friends, just like a magnet pulling nails from the gut of a heffer.&nbsp; Properly coaxed, they ease right on out.<br><br>If necessary, I can be more direct.&nbsp; Instead, I pan the room, study the floorboards and rafters for signs of the usual rabble-rousing that goes on in this kind of place.&nbsp; No reason to get jumpy yet... just waiting for dinner.
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 22:17:52</strong>
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				The bartender busied himself setting out drinks as requested, glancing at the doorway, and licking his lips. "Listen folks, maybe you should go put your horses into the livery stable, if its still open. Then you can come back here and I can lock everything up and fix you some food. I got a few rooms upstairs, you can stay the night and then tomorrow head on wherever you're bound."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 22:32:42</strong>
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				The door of the saloon closes loudly behind him as he pulls his hat down to cover his eyes. "Now why would we be wanting to move on? Sounds like you have some trouble on your hands." He strolls forward and sits down at the bar. "Whisky... straight up." He waits for the drink. "Now whats the problem around here? Bandits, Wild animals, Monsters?"
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 00:36:22</strong>
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				The barman sets up the whiskey, and after a moment draws a second for himself, which he knocks back in one. "Don't rightly know." he says after a few moments of silence. "We though maybe outlaws at first, but ..." his voice trails off into silence as he looks around.<br><br>"It all started about two weeks ago. We found the Johanssons strung up on an old tree about a mile outside of town. Some of the men had a look at their homestead, and it was all smashed up. Three nights after that, it was old man McCoy. Then night before last, it was Paul Daniels. There's been a posse out looking, but they can't find hide nor hair of what .. who is doing it." He licks his lips nervously and continues.<br><br>"We ain't got no Sheriff. We sent a telegram to the Marshalls, but it could be weeks before they get here. People are scared."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 00:56:55</strong>
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				Jenny sat at the bar, frowning at what she heard. "You know what Princess, no booze for you. Not until we deal with this." She crossed her arms on the hardwood bar and leaned in to the bartender. "We happen to be... in the business of dealing with this kind of thing. Tell me, what happened to the victims? If you can bear to remember that is." She said sympathetically "I know this sort of thing can be rough, especially on such a tight community."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 01:02:57</strong>
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				"No booze?&nbsp; Not even for Uncle?"&nbsp; The Asian girl pouted at Jenny.&nbsp; "What about the peanuts?&nbsp; He's hungry!"<br><br>As if summoned, a capuchin monkey poked its head out through the hole in her poncho and regarded Jenny and the barkeep in turn, then gave off a soft 'eeek' noise...answered by the red-haired girl's muttered Mandarin.<br><br>"How can I enjoy myself without a good drink and a proper feast?&nbsp; Surely we can spare a moment for that?&nbsp; It isn't as though a girl can get a decent <em>humbow</em> anywhere around here, let alone <em>shomai</em> worth the name."
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 01:04:28</strong>
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				"They was strung up." he replied. "Each and every last one of them, on that same old tree. Now folks get to wondering who they're gonna find there come the next morning."<br><br>"We took them down, of course." he continues after a moment. "Gave them a decent christian burial in the graveyard."
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 02:01:08</strong>
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				"Strung up you say... Interesting. Sad but interesting. Any tracks or other evidence?"&nbsp; The man asks as he sips his Whiskey.
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 02:06:15</strong>
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				"Don't know." he replies. "I didn't go out there, and I don't want to go out there." His eyes dart to the gathering gloom outside. "You really ought to stable your horses, you know. I want to get locked up."
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 02:15:19</strong>
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				The man stands and walks out to his horse leading it into a stall in the stable and then comes back inside. "How much to stable my horse and rent a room?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 03:20:45</strong>
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				With a sidelong glance at the stranger at the bar, Katie stands slowly, fishing a couple more silver dollars from her pocket.&nbsp; Aside from a few nickels, that's all she's got left.&nbsp; "Sir, I know this may seem a bit out of sorts to you," she puts the silver dollars on the bar.&nbsp; "But we're going to need more'n one of your rooms.&nbsp; Here's my share."&nbsp; <br><br>At the bar, there's a scratchpad of brownish papers... a tablet for accounts and orders.&nbsp; She lifts the pad from its nail, noting the pencil on a scrap of twine attached.&nbsp; "I don't know if you're of the law or just passing through, mister," she says to the man at the bar without making eye contact.&nbsp; "I'll tell you straight: we ain't the law."&nbsp; <br><br>She tears off one of the squares of paper and lays it blank-side up on the bartop, and sets to sketching shares, rectangles, triangles... a rough map of the town.&nbsp; Although they saw it once, she manages to sketch a reasonable approximation of the town.&nbsp; "I won't get in your way if you stay out of ours." <br><br>Her pencil stops scratching and she pushes it towards the saloon man.&nbsp; "While we're bringin' in the horses and all, please indicate on here where them folks lived.&nbsp; And please mark the tree with an X."<br><br>Sensing some hesitation, she dips her face and make eye contact with where he stands, his shoulders and head down in consideration... maybe fear.&nbsp; "We'd all be much obliged... isn't that right, Ms. Alex?"&nbsp; Tipping her head in hello, she picks up her saddlebags and ducks her way out the door to saddle the horses.&nbsp; She knows Alex has a way of smoothing people over.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 18:29:19</strong>
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				Cross tips his hat slightly as the woman gives him a nod. "Ma'am." Is his polite reply as he sets back down where his drink was at. Flipping open his coat he reaches to a folded piece of parchment in an upper pocket. "seeing as I'll be staying here tonight I might as well give you this paper. Its the one the Marshall's sent to me asking me to investigate the situation that you sent them. I'm a bit closer than they are right now. The Names Cross... Johnathan Cross." His badge seems to catch the light as he says this and he slides the paper across the bar to the man behind it. Something else catches the light as well. Its a small silver cross earing in his left ear. He leaves the paper where it is and goes back to sipping his whiskey.<br><br>(Hairy, you can say what the Telegram says)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 21:49:10</strong>
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				The barman glances from one to the other, then down at the paper and shakes his head. "Can't do it." he replies. "The ones that got killed, they lived on ranches outside of town. A few miles out." His hand gestured in a wave that took in maybe a 90 degree arc. "Out thataways."<br><br>The telegram, as is their want, has few words on it. "Several attacks. Four killed. Send lawman."<br><br>((OOC - The livery stable is just across from the saloon, so stabling horses is only a minute or twos work. The stable seems deserted.))
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 22:12:56</strong>
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				"Yes, yes, fine.&nbsp; Duty first, food later."<br><br>Pulling the capuchin out from under her poncho (and surprisingly the little furry fellow is wearing a small tunic and pair of trousers), she set him on the floor and whispered to him for a moment.&nbsp; Then the monkey skittered away across the floor in the direction of the kitchen.<br><br>Standing, the little flame-haired powderkeg smirked at Jenny.<br><br>"You go stable horse.&nbsp; I go help with dinner.&nbsp; Yes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 22:17:25</strong>
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				Jenny slapped her forehead "Darn, sorry, forgot to see to Peter. Back in a moment." The woman went outside, unhitched her stallion, and led him to the stables, making sure that the attendants saw to his hooves properly. Once he was seen to, she re-entered the bar and took up her former position at the bar. She glanced sidelong at the ranger "Glad to see the long arm of the law's here, think you need some help on this?" her gaze then turned to her younger charge "No cooking, last time they were scraping sauce off the walls for weeks. Besides, I think this will need attention as soon as possible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 22:21:17</strong>
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				"I know what I did wrong that time," the slender girl protested.&nbsp; "Substituting Old Panther Drool for proper rice wine was most inauspicious!&nbsp; You stable, I cook."<br><br>She followed the capuchin, pausing only to regard the barkeep with one raised eyebrow and a rather amused glitter in her golden eyes.<br><br>"Unless of course honorable host for evening does not wish to try honest and finest-kind dishes cooked by young woman?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 22:23:24</strong>
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				The barmans head is turning from one to the other, a look of surprise on his face. "Uh .. yeah." He makes a vague gesture behind him. "Kitchens in there. There's beans and chilli cooking up, and some fresh bread about."<br><br>He turns back to Jenny. "The stable. Uh .. don't think there's nobody about there now. Not after dark." He gives another shake of his head. "Folks get indoors before the sun goes down."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 22:26:45</strong>
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				"Chili?"<br><br>SuLan frowned, having uttered the word in a tone that might as well have conveyed something like 'that weak and bland attempt at food'.<br><br>"Oh, well.&nbsp; Will work with what we have."<br><br>And with that, she vanished into the back, rolling up her sleeves with clear intent to commit cooking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 22:38:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38749.msg1953354#msg1953354">Quote from: Galanoder on 09-06-2009, 22:17:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jenny nodded at Alex, keeping her arms folded and her face unmovingly stern. "Certainly, you know that Peter is calm enough." The farm girl flicked a coin to the petticoated princess "That should cover my share of the stabling. And make sure they groom him properly, last place we stayed at, I had to destone his hooves properly in the morning." She glanced sidelong at the ranger "Glad to see the long arm of the law's here, think you need some help on this?" her gaze then turned to her younger charge "No, last time they were scraping sauce off the walls for weeks. Besides, I think this will need attention as soon as possible."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cross looks at the woman. "Well Miss, I know the saying is One Riot, One Ranger, but I'll be the first to admit that isn't so. I will gladly take any help offered." He says matter of factly with a slight smile. "Besides Out in these lands theres safety in numbers." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 22:47:20</strong>
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				"Cheers." Brandon took the short tumbler of whiskey and knocked it straight back in one go - grimacing as he settled the glass back down again.<br><br>A sigh escaped his lips while he slowly drew his ring finger around the lip of the glass. He'd so been looking forward to sleeping indoors for once. <br><br>"These attacks; they only happen at night, you say?" He asked when there is a break in the conversation. "And out of town? Why do people suspect that the killer would come into Eastman proper?"<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 00:54:29</strong>
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				The barman gave a shrug. "People don't know what to think. Hasn't happened yet, but who wants to be first to change that, huh?"
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