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by The republic ofTexas and northern Mexico » Sun Aug 23, 2020 2:24 pm
by Barapam » Sun Aug 23, 2020 3:16 pm
Kallidrus wrote:Charlotte, who was walking towards her apartment, stared at the strange man for a moment. She could tell he was either Chinese or...Korean? She didn't quite know, but nor did she want to find out. Having just stalked the men at the saloon, she walked up to the man. "Excuse me, but could you please step aside, I must get upstairs to my apartment, and I don't take too kindly to snarky bastard men from China standing in my way!" she said, clutching the Colt 45 that was tucked into her corset.
by Kallidrus » Sun Aug 23, 2020 5:02 pm
Barapam wrote:Kallidrus wrote:Charlotte, who was walking towards her apartment, stared at the strange man for a moment. She could tell he was either Chinese or...Korean? She didn't quite know, but nor did she want to find out. Having just stalked the men at the saloon, she walked up to the man. "Excuse me, but could you please step aside, I must get upstairs to my apartment, and I don't take too kindly to snarky bastard men from China standing in my way!" she said, clutching the Colt 45 that was tucked into her corset.
... and to further brighten his day, another charming belle arrived to engage the Oriental gentleman in conversation. Since she asked him so nicely, Yang replied her equally politely.
"What's wrong with you, woman!? There's enough space to go around!" he said, gesturing at all the enoughy space around them. "But oh no, you Yankees want aaall the land in the world for yourselves! The concession in Shanghai isn't enough, now you want even the sand under every honest, law-abiding, own-business-minding Chinaman's feet!? For Christ's sake, what's next, not letting us keep Tibet!?"
This time, he took it very personally.
by American Pere Housh » Sun Aug 23, 2020 8:01 pm
Troy is found slowly riding his black Apaloosa named Asoka towards East Zilch. He approaches the sign that welcomes people to East Zilch and looks at it. Troy studies the sign for 5 minutes before shrugging his broad shoulders and continues into town. He guides his horse to the front of the saloon then climbs off Asoka and ties her rein to the hitching post. Troy walks into the saloon and scans the room looking for any threats. Seeing none, he walks up to the bar and asks the bartender in a slight southern accent, "Ma'am, a beer if you would please kindly."
by Democratic Republic of Eiria » Sun Aug 23, 2020 8:14 pm
Voxija wrote:Democratic Republic of Eiria wrote:Doctor Travaux scratched his chin, thinking. "Le sang du Diable, eh? I'll take a glass, why not."I feel Adventurous today, this isn't likely going to end well, but screw responsibilities, right? "I guess my arrival is opportune then, if you guys have no doctor. Spent a week getting my new clinic built, but I think it should be up and running in no time. Plus I've studied much modern medicine, and even medicine that's.... How do you say it.... Theoretical? There's a French Scientist named Louis Pasteur who has done several experiments, trying to pinpoint the source of illness. It's fascinating."
He then went silent, realizing he had gone off on a tangent and that Miss Stein may not necessarily be interested in this subject, or that her new doctor is a fan of theoretical medicine. "Anyway, I'm glad to finally have my own practice, and to help anyone out here who needs it. Plus, I get to do my own research on medicine for a change." He cleared his throat, getting ready to try the drink Sarah was pouring. "I just needed a change, you know?".
Matt talked a bit about boring medicine. It made sense that he was delaying his try of the Devil's Blood, so Sarah poured the drink as slowly as possible. She was usually known as the fastest pour in the West, though.
Sarah Stein did catch the last bit of Matt's monologue. She related to that. "I feel you," Miss Stein said. Sarah did not tell Matt how she came to the west, though. You told the bartender your troubles, never vice versa.
Sarah finished pouring the Devil's Blood. The effects were different for every person, but they were always hilarious. "Here you go, Monsieur." Here's the doom to your reputation. Sarah remembered when she had first tried her own drink. She had acted like a total rodeo clown. Sarah braced herself for what was to come. Dark music flashed in her brain. She steepled her hands, although Sarah'd never been in church. It was here.
by Danubian Peoples » Sun Aug 23, 2020 11:47 pm
by Voxija » Mon Aug 24, 2020 5:53 am
Democratic Republic of Eiria wrote:Matthieu swirled the liquid in the class, judging whether or not he should drink it. He sniffed hesitantly, watching Madame Stein so she doesn't get upset. "Que Dieu me donne de la force." He muttered, then went bottoms up. He smacked the glass on the bar with enough force to make a sound, but not near enough to break the glass. His hand went to his face, keeping himself from spitting all over the place.
Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu, My Mouth! That stuff is liquid fire! Strong as sin as well! Guess it's in the name, really. "Let sang du Diable. He coughed as he swallowed, feeling the strong liquor sting his throat as it went down. "Dieu, What on Earth is in that?". He said between coughs, trying to put on a smile for the barmaid and valiantly failing. "Phew. That's.... Interesting."
American Pere Housh wrote:.25 miles outside East Zilch,TexasTroy is found slowly riding his black Apaloosa named Asoka towards East Zilch. He approaches the sign that welcomes people to East Zilch and looks at it. Troy studies the sign for 5 minutes before shrugging his broad shoulders and continues into town. He guides his horse to the front of the saloon then climbs off Asoka and ties her rein to the hitching post. Troy walks into the saloon and scans the room looking for any threats. Seeing none, he walks up to the bar and asks the bartender in a slight southern accent, "Ma'am, a beer if you would please kindly."
by Kallidrus » Mon Aug 24, 2020 6:26 am
Danubian Peoples wrote:WILL EDIT OR REDACT POST IF NECESSARY.
Main Street, East Zilch
Billy With the Kid
"Wait, come, c'mere! Don'tcha go, c'mon!" said Billy as 'Flew Eggs' departed with haste. "Apologies if I got'cha name wrong, was that the problem?" Still, the fur-clad Frenchman refused to deviate from his path, despite Billy's calls. Disappointed, Billy turned to his pet goat Jimmy.
"Goshdang-nabbit Jimmy, what do 'ya have to leave me hangin' like that? Don't tell me 'ya lied 'bout serving under Sleepy Bony-partition now, because not an inklin' of French came out of that mouth of 'yers!" With an exasperated and somewhat frustrated sigh, Billy continues walking down Main street, this time on the hunt for another, hopefully helpful, face. And find it he did, albeit not in the capacity he imagined it to be.
Billy finds himself staring down a strange poster, with one the face of one cowhand's cowhand slapped right onto it. He retreats to a corner with Jimmy, and he muses about what he just saw. "Ain't that Dum Gin, Jimmy? Never knew he went by... whatever those weird black lines mean? Poster says he's valued at 10 grand?" He momentarily pauses to think this through.. "Jimmy, I think Dum Gin got some heat on him, and we might just have a partner in crime.. Wait a minute, That's him! Right next to Missus Stoot, and Missy Little-rack!"
Billy strode out of the corner and walked towards the three, only for another 'Dum Gin' to pass right by on horseback. Billy payed no attention to the real Buckaroo Bunjin, instead striding towards the doppleganger which he preceived as the real deal. Wait a minute, what am I doin?' I'll be talkin' to another criminal with these two ladies right next to 'im, thus exposing my activities. A perfectly reasonable assumption for an unreasonable criminal, strangely enough. Unfortunately, Billy's means of acting on this thought were less than discreet.
"Alright ladies, scram!" he declares as he holds Jimmy up with both arms, as if the goat were a rifle. "Get away from that Mister Dum Gin, because I am not afraid to use Jimmy on the two of 'ya!" Jimmy lets out a call while he rests on Billy's arms, sending goat spittle in the way of the three.
by Pax Nerdvana » Mon Aug 24, 2020 8:34 am
by Talchyon » Mon Aug 24, 2020 11:30 am
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Kallidrus » Mon Aug 24, 2020 12:11 pm
Talchyon wrote:Oh ho the Fells Cargo Wagons are a comin' down the street!
As expected, the caravan of Fells Cargo wagons carrying the 50 bars of solid gold bars on the way to Fort Knox rode into town, bypassing Juan Swayne as he rode. It was a sight to see, especially for socially deprived people living on the frontier. The bright colors! The teams of horses! The trademarked logos!
Except, things weren't lookin' greatest when their lead horses all of a sudden threw their shoes (one of them scoring a ringer around a horseshoes competitive post and gaining three points). The caravan of coaches stopped. The drivers got off the coaches and began to discuss with each other. One of them pulled out his pocketwatch and frowned. This wasn't in the plans. Guess they were gonna have to find the local blacksmith while they were delayed.
Delayed, with 50 bars of solid gold bars in their cargo!
by Western Fardelshufflestein » Mon Aug 24, 2020 1:28 pm
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by American Pere Housh » Mon Aug 24, 2020 2:32 pm
Troy studied the woman for a few seconds before answering her question, "Well ma'am, I am Troy Eichmann, U.S Marshal." He takes a swig of his beer savoring the taste before swallowing then begins to speak again, "This beer ain't half bad unlike some of the beer I have tasted in my travels."Voxija wrote:American Pere Housh wrote:.25 miles outside East Zilch,TexasTroy is found slowly riding his black Apaloosa named Asoka towards East Zilch. He approaches the sign that welcomes people to East Zilch and looks at it. Troy studies the sign for 5 minutes before shrugging his broad shoulders and continues into town. He guides his horse to the front of the saloon then climbs off Asoka and ties her rein to the hitching post. Troy walks into the saloon and scans the room looking for any threats. Seeing none, he walks up to the bar and asks the bartender in a slight southern accent, "Ma'am, a beer if you would please kindly."
Sarah Stein took a shine to this new man. She detected the Southern accent within his speech, and felt instinctively trusting of him. Of course, Sarah didn't trust no man that easily, but she darn well felt tempted to.
"Well, howdy!" Stein greeted. She decided not to smack her specialty, Beer Stein, on him so quickly, and gave him the weaker alternative, Beer Sarah. Beer Sarah just worked and tasted like normal beer, only it didn't taste like urine.
Sarah proved her skills as the fastest pour in the West and handed the Beer Sarah to the stranger. "Here you go, mister. One of my exclusive drinks, Beer Sarah, that being my first name. And what's your name?"
by Voxija » Mon Aug 24, 2020 4:39 pm
American Pere Housh wrote:Troy studied the woman for a few seconds before answering her question, "Well ma'am, I am Troy Eichmann, U.S Marshal." He takes a swig of his beer savoring the taste before swallowing then begins to speak again, "This beer ain't half bad unlike some of the beer I have tasted in my travels."
by Danubian Peoples » Mon Aug 24, 2020 5:16 pm
Kallidrus wrote:Danubian Peoples wrote:WILL EDIT OR REDACT POST IF NECESSARY.
Main Street, East Zilch
Billy With the Kid
"Wait, come, c'mere! Don'tcha go, c'mon!" said Billy as 'Flew Eggs' departed with haste. "Apologies if I got'cha name wrong, was that the problem?" Still, the fur-clad Frenchman refused to deviate from his path, despite Billy's calls. Disappointed, Billy turned to his pet goat Jimmy.
"Goshdang-nabbit Jimmy, what do 'ya have to leave me hangin' like that? Don't tell me 'ya lied 'bout serving under Sleepy Bony-partition now, because not an inklin' of French came out of that mouth of 'yers!" With an exasperated and somewhat frustrated sigh, Billy continues walking down Main street, this time on the hunt for another, hopefully helpful, face. And find it he did, albeit not in the capacity he imagined it to be.
Billy finds himself staring down a strange poster, with one the face of one cowhand's cowhand slapped right onto it. He retreats to a corner with Jimmy, and he muses about what he just saw. "Ain't that Dum Gin, Jimmy? Never knew he went by... whatever those weird black lines mean? Poster says he's valued at 10 grand?" He momentarily pauses to think this through.. "Jimmy, I think Dum Gin got some heat on him, and we might just have a partner in crime.. Wait a minute, That's him! Right next to Missus Stoot, and Missy Little-rack!"
Billy strode out of the corner and walked towards the three, only for another 'Dum Gin' to pass right by on horseback. Billy payed no attention to the real Buckaroo Bunjin, instead striding towards the doppleganger which he preceived as the real deal. Wait a minute, what am I doin?' I'll be talkin' to another criminal with these two ladies right next to 'im, thus exposing my activities. A perfectly reasonable assumption for an unreasonable criminal, strangely enough. Unfortunately, Billy's means of acting on this thought were less than discreet.
"Alright ladies, scram!" he declares as he holds Jimmy up with both arms, as if the goat were a rifle. "Get away from that Mister Dum Gin, because I am not afraid to use Jimmy on the two of 'ya!" Jimmy lets out a call while he rests on Billy's arms, sending goat spittle in the way of the three.
At the sound of his voice, Charlotte whirls around, swiftly puttin' her gun back in it's hiding place. "Excuse me, but I believe that Jimmy doesn't like it much, the way you're holding him, Billy" she said, changing her tone from that of which she addressed Yang in.
Talchyon wrote:Oh ho the Fells Cargo Wagons are a comin' down the street!
As expected, the caravan of Fells Cargo wagons carrying the 50 bars of solid gold bars on the way to Fort Knox rode into town, bypassing Juan Swayne as he rode. It was a sight to see, especially for socially deprived people living on the frontier. The bright colors! The teams of horses! The trademarked logos!
Except, things weren't lookin' greatest when their lead horses all of a sudden threw their shoes (one of them scoring a ringer around a horseshoes competitive post and gaining three points). The caravan of coaches stopped. The drivers got off the coaches and began to discuss with each other. One of them pulled out his pocketwatch and frowned. This wasn't in the plans. Guess they were gonna have to find the local blacksmith while they were delayed.
Delayed, with 50 bars of solid gold bars in their cargo!
by American Pere Housh » Mon Aug 24, 2020 6:08 pm
Voxija wrote:American Pere Housh wrote:Troy studied the woman for a few seconds before answering her question, "Well ma'am, I am Troy Eichmann, U.S Marshal." He takes a swig of his beer savoring the taste before swallowing then begins to speak again, "This beer ain't half bad unlike some of the beer I have tasted in my travels."
Eichmann. That name made Stein slip a bit. One of her father's colleagues was named Eichmann. Stole all his money, though. It made sense that an Injun-lookin' man had a German last name; Sarah had seen plenty of half-breeds around these parts. But how did a Metis man become a US Marshal? Surely they wouldn't let him join. Unless he was really good at his job...
Sarah loved having her drinks complimented and this one was no exception. "Why, thank you," Sarah replied. "I've spent years perfecting the recipe of my Beer Sarah. Of course, if you'd like something a bit stronger later, you can try its big sister, my patented Beer Stein."
Sarah placed her arms on the counter. "So, how did you become a US Marshal? Seems like your story would be interesting."
by Voxija » Tue Aug 25, 2020 8:40 am
American Pere Housh wrote:Troy thought for a second, "Well I've always wanted to become a U.S Marshal since I was a kid growing up in Santa Fe,New Mexico. A US Marshal had come by my family's ranch asking for water for his horse and my father,who was born in Nashville to a German immigrant, told me to get water for the man's horse. I started asking him questions about what its like to be a US Marshal. He told me it is at times a very dangerous job but he found satisfying to take criminals off the streets of America. I was 7 when this happened so from that point onward,I strived to be a Marshal. After I graduated from the University of St. Louis at 22, I applied to become a U.S Marshal and succeeded. I have been traveling all across the West capturing criminals and seeing the sights these past 9 years. I'm half Shawnee and half white is what I am and my skill with guns is how I was hired as a US Marshal. So tell me how did you come to live in a little burg like this?"
Talchyon wrote:Oh ho the Fells Cargo Wagons are a comin' down the street!
As expected, the caravan of Fells Cargo wagons carrying the 50 bars of solid gold bars on the way to Fort Knox rode into town, bypassing Juan Swayne as he rode. It was a sight to see, especially for socially deprived people living on the frontier. The bright colors! The teams of horses! The trademarked logos!
Except, things weren't lookin' greatest when their lead horses all of a sudden threw their shoes (one of them scoring a ringer around a horseshoes competitive post and gaining three points). The caravan of coaches stopped. The drivers got off the coaches and began to discuss with each other. One of them pulled out his pocketwatch and frowned. This wasn't in the plans. Guess they were gonna have to find the local blacksmith while they were delayed.
Delayed, with 50 bars of solid gold bars in their cargo!
by Danceria » Tue Aug 25, 2020 10:14 am
Voxija wrote:"This is the problem!" screamed the bartender hysterically, while pointin' at the gold bars. "People are going to rob these wagons, fo shurr! And they'll probably wreck my bar and muck up this town as well! Any chaos here has to be on my own terms!"
by Democratic Republic of Eiria » Tue Aug 25, 2020 12:21 pm
by American Pere Housh » Tue Aug 25, 2020 2:52 pm
Voxija wrote:American Pere Housh wrote:Troy thought for a second, "Well I've always wanted to become a U.S Marshal since I was a kid growing up in Santa Fe,New Mexico. A US Marshal had come by my family's ranch asking for water for his horse and my father,who was born in Nashville to a German immigrant, told me to get water for the man's horse. I started asking him questions about what its like to be a US Marshal. He told me it is at times a very dangerous job but he found satisfying to take criminals off the streets of America. I was 7 when this happened so from that point onward,I strived to be a Marshal. After I graduated from the University of St. Louis at 22, I applied to become a U.S Marshal and succeeded. I have been traveling all across the West capturing criminals and seeing the sights these past 9 years. I'm half Shawnee and half white is what I am and my skill with guns is how I was hired as a US Marshal. So tell me how did you come to live in a little burg like this?"
"Nice." Sarah Stein pondered for a bit. How much should she tell this man? She thought and came to a conclusion.
"I was born in South Carolina." Sarah paused for a bit before she continued. "I hated it there. The Southern Belle life was not for me. I... ran away to the West." She decided not to tell Eichmann that she had signed up to be a mail-order bride. Somewhere in Oregon, there was a lonely man unaware that his dream girl was in East Zilch, Texas, mixing spirits and serving beer.
"That's it, sorry. My private life's private, so I don't feel like tellin' you any more." Sarah shrugged.Talchyon wrote:Oh ho the Fells Cargo Wagons are a comin' down the street!
As expected, the caravan of Fells Cargo wagons carrying the 50 bars of solid gold bars on the way to Fort Knox rode into town, bypassing Juan Swayne as he rode. It was a sight to see, especially for socially deprived people living on the frontier. The bright colors! The teams of horses! The trademarked logos!
Except, things weren't lookin' greatest when their lead horses all of a sudden threw their shoes (one of them scoring a ringer around a horseshoes competitive post and gaining three points). The caravan of coaches stopped. The drivers got off the coaches and began to discuss with each other. One of them pulled out his pocketwatch and frowned. This wasn't in the plans. Guess they were gonna have to find the local blacksmith while they were delayed.
Delayed, with 50 bars of solid gold bars in their cargo!
That was when Sarah Stein saw the gold bar wagons delayed on the street, with some townspeople looking and remarking at them and arguing in front of them. This was infuriating! They were obviously going to attract bandits or outlaws or things like that to this little town. Sarah didn't want that. Sarah did not want blood on her saloon floor. In some other Western towns she had visited, the bartender had just stood there while vengeful cowboys and people like that had killed people and ruined the bar's ambiance. That's not what Stein wanted.
Sarah Stein parkoured over the counter again, smoothing out her skirt with the hand that wasn't on the countertop. She sauntered outside of the saloon, angering the customers who where still waiting for their drinks.
"This is the problem!" screamed the bartender hysterically, while pointin' at the gold bars. "People are going to rob these wagons, fo shurr! And they'll probably wreck my bar and muck up this town as well! Any chaos here has to be on my own terms!"
by Voxija » Thu Aug 27, 2020 10:29 am
Danceria wrote:Cocking his head in curiosity, he quitely ghosted to Ms. Stein's side, and cleared his throat. "Be as may, no chaos in street today please." he interjected to the spitfire South Carolinan, before gazing at the coach and horses. Was there really no security? What kind of an unprofessional idjit would park their horses and not tend for them, a thrown horseshoe could've caused the poor creature's leg to break!
"Ms. Stein, please get Pa Bumpkin or one of cowhand, horse might not be best shape." Phillip continued, looking over the one with the now lost shoe. He may not have been a veterinarian, but he at least knew to keep an eye on any injured folks-animal or otherwise!
by Talchyon » Thu Aug 27, 2020 5:07 pm
Voxija wrote:"What a sad sight," muttered Sarah Stein. Phillip was a good man, even if he called her by some made-up Injun title instead of "Miss". What was sad was the horse without a shoe. Sarah knew nothin' about horses, but what she did know made her sad about the way they were treated.
Sarah Stein started walkin' down Main Street to look for Buckaroo or Tater Frye or whoever might be able to take a look at these horses.
American Pere Housh wrote:Troy followed Ms. Stein out of the Saloon before noticing the wagons filled with gold. He glanced over at Sarah as she was yelling about the wagons getting robbed. That is when he decided to speak up, "Ma'am, if anyone tries to rob those wagons, the federal government will be on their asses." Troy walks up to where the driver and shotgun guard sat on the wagon,"Troy Eichmann,U.S Marshal. Is there a reason why you stopped in this town?"
[/spoiler}Western Fardelshufflestein wrote:I'd Like to Speak to the Manager: Part 1.1
The last thing Karen needed on a mornin' like this was an interruption, and, boy, there were several. Between the schoolteacher whose mannerisms were more than a tad worrisome, the arrival of Buck's doppelganger, and being led to the mayor's office by the hand of this furry Frenchman--well, her day was going downhill faster than a runaway train that was never goin' back.
The mayor's office, with which Karen was very familiar, still had an outdated picture of President Fillmore. This was highly inappropriate, as he was two presidents ago, and he had lowered the price of the postage stamp. Was the dignity of the United States Postal Service not recognized in Southwest Texas?
Mayor Slick was in the thick of a flame-throwin' argument when he spotted Sir Sacrebleu and Karen, who had successfully pulled her hand away from his. (How dare he insult her like that?) He approached them as smoothly as an oil spill, then flashed them a campaign speech smile before beginning to speak in his flawless drawl, which Karen was almost certain was false.
"Citizens? To what do I owe the pleasure--?"
"There are extremely unsanctioned, chaotic, inappropriate, and lawless things happening in the streets. First of all, there is this fur-trapper, not to mention a doctor who paid a visit to the degenerate saloon, as well as someone who looks just like Buck, not to mention the wild man Billy and his maniacal goat! Slick, if you cannot control your own citizens, I will put my boot down and do it myself!"
Western Fardelshufflestein wrote:"Fahne," he replied in that falsely gregarious way of his, "Ahy Weel speak second!"
Karen finally lost it. "Did you not hear a thing I just uttered? There is absolute tomfoolery erupting in your own town, and you do not even care! The amount of effort it will take to restore order must appall you even more than it does me!" She folded her arms across her chest, furious. "And, while we are here, deny this man his papers. He took my hand in his in such a way that will surely stir up trouble that I want nothing of. I have been nothing but a loyal wife, and I will have to spend all of knitting circle denying such allegations because of him...." She paused, breathing in through her nose, out through her mouth. Her shoulders visibly relaxed. "All I ask is that you see to it that this individual is expelled from town."
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Stollberg-Stolberg » Fri Aug 28, 2020 1:51 am
by Voxija » Fri Aug 28, 2020 4:27 am
Tater asked, "What's goin' on here, Miss Sarah? And who are these folks?"
by Stollberg-Stolberg » Sat Aug 29, 2020 8:27 am
Democratic Republic of Eiria wrote:Matthieu de Travaux placed a few coins on the table and walked out of the saloon, carefully walking as he waited for the more adverse affects of the Devil's blood to kick in. He noticed the official-looking carriage stalled on main street, a couple of workers gathered around it. Huh, odd. Bad place to have the misfortune of getting stalled in. Wonder what's up.
He approached the carriage, noting the drivers inspecting the horses and Miss Stein tearing them all new ears about attracting bandits into town. He slipped through the crowd to try to get a better look, when a wave of nausea hit him like a runaway train. He stumbled, falling to his knees. "Wha..... What's going on here?". He said, before passing out on his face.
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