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April 14, 1901:
Drake's eyes shot open and instantly a headache descended onto him. He sat up and looked around his disheveled office and wondered why he had decided to sleep in his office. Then it all came back to him, yesterday had been the trial for Bill Williams' kid and it had ended with a hanging. The kid had only been eighteen for god's sake. Drake never liked to sentence a kid so young to hell. So he had gone home and gotten roaring drunk. "Why worry?" he thought, "I'm sure Ren had everything covered last night".
Drake decided that the clothes he was wearing were as good as anything for the day, so he put on his hat and gunbelt. He walked out his front door and looked West towards the desert, and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the ominous glow of rift energy playing across the atmosphere. "Dammit," he said aloud to himself, "looks like it's gonna be another one of those days".
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A FEW MILES AWAY...
All seemed calm in the desert as the demonic red horse galloped across the desert from the East, its black-clothed rider impossible to profile through the mask over his face.
"*sigh*.... I don't know about you, Redtail, but I really hate it when the younger ones go bad," the rider said, looking at his horse. with presumed sadness.
No one ever does, young Matthias, the horse replied telepathically. Even Dragomir hates it... though you'll never get him to say it out loud, I've always sensed a slight sadness in him every time we have to punish one of the younger mortals...
*ZZZZZZ...* Huh? Hey, stop feeding the kid a line, Dragomir said, waking up. All punishments are good punishments... although yesterday's coulda had more blood...
Matthias rolled his eyes under his mask as the three of them pulled up to the saloon. "You always say that everything needs more blood," he whispered to the sword as he dismounted from Redtail and tied his reins to the bar. "Even blood."
Well, that's because it does need more blood! the sword argued. I don't care what that "Doctor" said about peace; For all i care, he can take his freaking police box-spaceship-time machine thing and... oh, f***, do you feel that?
Matthias glanced over at the west, noticing the strange glow in the sky. "*sigh*.... no rest for the weary, I suppose..."
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Ren, meandering through town and keeping an eye on the place, stood with his arms folded and stared stoically at the rift as an odd distortion ripped across the sky. "It would seem it is happening again. It is becoming more frequent. How worrying." His brown duster rippled in the wake of the shock wave, the wind picking up a cloud of dust and whipping it through the town. He tapped his foot three times before wheeling around and letting his arms to his sides.
"I wonder what it will bring for us this time." His rhetorical question lingered in the annals of his mind, repeating itself over and over like an echo. He looked back at it one last time, moving by a cart that had just parked outside of a local residence. Ren peered into the cart to see a pair of men and a pair of women preparing to exit, while the driver up top tipped his hat at Ren.
"Mornin' deputy," the man said, his voice striking Ren as familiar - strong and slow with that heavy southern. "Looks like that rift is gettin' mighty ferocious lately. Whatcha reckon it means for us?" The character removed his hat and set it on the passenger seat of the cart, Ren instantly recognizing him after, climbing down. The Coyote was getting on in his years, but still ripe and young. His face bore two scars, one on his cheek and one on his chin that led to his neck, the bald patches of his short, brown fur displaying them almost as if proud.
"Dunno, Lawrence. I have to assume it'll be interesting, regardless." After a second or two, the dinosaur grinned and took a breath before speaking. "Or not, haha." This elicited a smile from the old Coyote, a rusty sounding grumble that was a chuckle came from his throat. "Gonna be in town to see it?"
Lawrence shook his head. "'Fraid not, son. I gotta get these aristocrat fellars back home to the city, ain't got much use for an old town like this one, they don't. 'Sides, fighting or enduring ain't quite my strong suit no more." He extended a hand to Ren and smiled at him, reaching back to the cart with the other. "Sorry to part s'fast, but these fellars sound like they're comin' back, done looking 'round the old manor I s'pose. Be seein' ya' round partner." Ren gladly shook his hand and allowed him to climb back into the cart, the visitors coming out of the home mere seconds after.
"Hey, old man." Lawrence looked down the instant he put his hat back on, the shadow of it covering his face once more. "Be careful. Been hearing of bandits down the road, some cartels. Might want to watch for them." The geezer lifted his shirt a bit to reveal a pistol and patted the back of the cart seat, silently telling me he had it covered. Ren smirked and chuckled a little just as the reigns of the cart whipped and the horses whinnied, taking off out of the town like race horses. "Crazy old bastard, haha." Ren spoke to himself quickly before turning his attention to the Sheriff's office. "Wonder what Drake's taking care of. That lynching was some nasty business, hope he's not taking it too hard." Ren started stepping towards the old shanty of a building, at least by what he was used to, intent on speaking with the Sheriff not only about the hanging, but also about the rift.
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Jack sighed walking along the side of an old dirt road that lead into mercy, dragging a large dirty bag behind him. The sun was just starting to rise as the town came into sight and it was another hour before there was any signs of life as he got closer. A cart passed him a bit out of town, then some one from around town that didn't seem to notice him, to busy talking to himself jack assumed. He didn't care either way, calmly dragging the sack around to the sheriff's office and waiting by the door while sitting on the sack lazily. He looked up when he heard someone approaching.
"Morning deputy. Is it to early for a drop off? I'd check myself..." He calmly pulled out a golden pocket watch, showing the obviously wrong time to deputy ren. "but i doubt it's 3AM"
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The rift-phase oscillator was at full power and I was ready to jump again. The stress I was putting on my usual network from synchronizing its metatemporal matrix with my own power source would be catastrophic if it built up any more, so I had to use an alternant. The worse that would happen is I'd end up some were I'd never been before. I half-hoped that that would happen, I needed a little adventure now and then, consistency got too boring after a while.
I stepped through the continuum arc and found myself falling. Instead of hitting my target, the rift I came Out of happened to be in midar. That was no problem for me as I could fly, but I activated the holographic projector I'd built into my sonic screwdriver to cloak myself, so no one saw me appear out of nowhere during waking hours. I scanned the area to see where I was. Sol 3, while it was still a level-4 planet. That was good. The lower the tech level the easier it was to blend in.
Unfortunatly, I was not the only thing to come out of the rift that turn.
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Drake lit a cigarette as he tried to track down the source of his energy. He grimaced at the taste, damn tobacco was not nearly as good as the stuff the Confederates had grown during the war. He spotted Ren standing near the office and walked over.
"Mighty fine day here," Drake said, trying to make small talk. Useless small talk though, since they both knew what was really going on. The unmistakeable glare of the rift loomed over the west side of town, meaning that something new was slipping through. Drake had a bad feeling about this one...
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Leaving Redtail at the stands (not bothering to tie him up since the was the only one who could ride him), Matthias walked over to the sheriff's office... and nearly gagged.
"For the love of..." Sighing, the Keeper focused his energy and focused on the cigarette, making the heat leave it and causing it to go out, then walked over.
"Salutations, Sherriff," Matthias said, bowing. "Any idea what's up with the sky today?"
(remember, the sheriff's never met him)
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When Ren approached the Sheriff's office, he couldn't help but notice Jack sitting nearby with a large sack under him. When Jack shows him the pocket watch, he smirks. "Good morning. I don't think it's too early for a drop off, bandit or something?"
The instant Ren finished this question, Alex stepped through the nearby door, the hinges creaking awkwardly as it swung open. Ren offered a courteous gesture to Jack, informing him silently to just wait there a second and hold his thought. "Drake, you know as well as I do that today is a curious one. Weather's fine, but were you awake to sense that energy? I'll have to bet you were, or it woke you. And after that lynching, I'm really hoping you're alright my friend, might need you if anything stirs up." Ren offered a supporting hand to Drake by placing it on his shoulder. "You need to talk about anything, my friend, feel free. I've got your back."
He removed the hand from Drake's shoulder just as a mysterious entity rode up and choked rather... unnecessarily. In an instant, Drake's cigarette went out and Ren rolled his eyes, assuming this person had something to do with it - wind like this doesn't put out a smoke. He watched as the newcomer approached the Sheriff, asking about the sky.
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Jack nodded and quietly got up, feeling a bit ignored by the sheriff but passing it off as something big happening while he was gone. He dragged the bag inside and payed it next to the sheriff's desk and walked back out. Leaning against the door frame and watching the three, half hoping some one would make things interesting, watching with a yawn and pulling out a smoke of his own and lighting it with a yawn while thinking to himselfquietly.
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With the morning came the heat, and with the heat I unzipped and removed my hoodie, leaving myself in a white t-shirt and purple bell-bottom pants. Still cloaked I came acrossed a small town. I Jumped the fence outlining it, and changed from full-on invisbility to just a strong perception-filter and walked up to the sherif's office. When in doubt, ask for the leader.
There seemed to be some comotion going, so I new I'd have to stand in line.
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“HOLY COW PIE ON A SUNDAY TRAM, IT'S A FULL BLOWN WAR IN HERE,” A masked fox screamed out as he quickly dove through a train car's door way to the next and rolled behind a seat as a volly of shots were fired from both behind him and just ahead of him. There were two other groups of bandits on the train, and began much larger than the two lone thieves, yet they had rapidly began to dwindle in numbers.
“Just stick to the plan! Kill the competition, find the box, load em, split up, and get paid! Now stop whining,” A feline yelled out as he rolled across the isle and ended his spin behind a seat just across from “Omega”. The civilians who were to frightened to jump off the train ran around in pure panic, some dropping to the floor dead in the cross fires, while others simply froze in place.
“Oh my g-GET DOWN NOW! ALL OF YOU DOWN,” screamed the masked fox known as Omega to the other patrons. Some had dropped down imediately to the floor, giving the fox a clear shot to several other bandits. He leaned out from behind the cover with his two colts drawn out and produced a few shots, dropping multiple bandits, but now forced to withdraw back into his cover after a close call from a rifle. “Grah! Alpha get rid of that guy.”
“From right here? I'm using a rifle remember! I can't lean that thing out from around cover! Switch with me on three.”
They both began to count down in sync before quickly switching places, one jumping up high, and the other diving down low to trade places. From his new vantage point, the feline took out two more, clearing out the front of the train. With that done, the fox quickly opened the door once more, and broke off the rear carts, ending the rest of their troubles.
“Wow...” the fox panted as he slowly sat down on the seat, and looked to the rest of the frightened civilians who slowly rose up. “DOWN NOW,” he barked out, pointing to them, and like frightened children... they quickly obeyed.
Alpha slowly went up to the front of the train, searching through some of the storage carts. He rifled through it alone for a while until he heard a click behind himself. He quickly turned about with his gun raised high, only to find out that Olaris had disconnected the tram behind them. With a nod, the feline went back to work.
Eventually they found what they were looking for. A tightly sealed wooden box with a heavy amount of weight behind it.
“Found it!” Alpha cheered as he quickly slipped the box into his bag. “Alright, split up, I will deliver the goods, and send you your pay....” the cat looked behind himself only to watch in confusion to see that the fox had already jumped off the train. “...well you already knew the plan then.”
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After jumping from aboard the train, the wind howled around Olaris until he crashed feet first on the ground, soon followed by his entire body crumpling together into a ball to reduce any possible damage as he rolled and tumbled across the dust into the middle of no where. All while this was happening, the fox released a flurry of swears and grunts of pain as he just continued to bounce further out until he came to an abrupt halt, sliding across his stomach. He had laid there for only a moment, before slowly rising to his feet in a hunched over position, mostly in pain.
He looked on to the train as it left, before setting his eyes to a nearby town, and slowly hobbled to it. He took his mask off his face and dropped it to his shadow where it seemed to have just sunk below the dust and into nothing. His white fur was covered in a mixture of blood and grime, his clothing tattered and ripped from the previous fight and his “graceful” landing, and even soaked in sweat. Eventually after what felt like ages, the fox reached the town, and slowly staggered through the street for the nearest doctor.
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Drake's cigarette went out. This had happened before, some uppity being from through that rift thought he could manipulate energy just to piss off ordinary folk. In annoyance he struck another match on the being's had and re-lit his cigarette, blowing smoke into his face.
"Okay you," he said pointing at the newcomer, "need to stop doing things like that or else I'll have you out of this town faster than you can say 'oops', you got me? I don't need someone walking around scaring the townsfolk with all that voodoo magic,".
Drake turned to Ren and said, "Now you and me need to go check out what's going on. Nevermind Bill's kid right now, that's in the past. There's not a lot I got patience for today." He pointed to Jack, "and you sir should come with us, never know when we might need another man. As for you, voodoo magic boy, tag along if you want, just stay out of trouble."
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Matthias blinked repeatedly and looked at the sheriff.
"Don't feel sad about him," he said. "He probably got a pretty good place in hell..."
Yeah, sure did... right next to MPHPHHPHHP....
Matthias quickly muffled Dragomir before anyone could hear much, and then looked up, his face expressionless.
"So... this rift thing then," he said. "I'll come.... also, sorry about the cigarette thing, just trying to get your attention..."
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"You got it, Alex. I'm right with you," Ren nods to Drake, prepared to follow him as necessary. "I got my eye on both of you," he said looking at both Jack and Matthias. "Neither of you want to fall into my sights, because nothing escapes them with a beating heart. So know I'm watching, especially you, mister magic." Ren gave Matthias a rather serious look, far from disliking him, but far from trusting.
The air around them stirred up a small dust cloud, sending it right through the center of town. A common sight, but a very interesting one in such a situation. The sun beat down on Ren's head, his dark hair feeling very warm as it brushed his face in the light wind. Ren looked out at the rift, wondering just what will wait for them near it.
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"Be right with you sheriff, i'll just put my 'tag-along' in a cell so i don't have to drag his sorry arse back here." With that he walked back into the sheriff's office and rolled the bag into an empty cell. Locking it before heading back out. Stopping to loo at the stranger waiting inside for a moment. "Oi, weird thing. if you're waiting for the sheriff he's walking the other direction. He'll probably be a while." was all he said before walking back outside and joining the sheriff.
"Oh and deputy, bigger men than you have tried taking me down. They all ended up on your or some other sheriff's floor. Not all easily identafiable."
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Huh," he caught me off guard as I didn't think he could perce the perseption-filter, "oh, right." I followed everyone else who had been gathered at the sherif's office a few paces behind the the group, hoping the extra distance would help boost the filter.
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Olaris continued to limp through the town, blood still dripping from of his gashes caused by his fool hardy leap off of a moving train with the only thing to break his fall being the hard dust and a couple of dead shrubs. He released a groan after realizing he had dislocated his arm, and slowly grabbed onto his risk as he shuffled. He gave it a quick tug, then a twist until he could hear a sickly pop, causing him to shudder some. When the pain was gone, he'd roll his should a bit while grumbling under his breath.
“Jumping from trains is easy... he said,” Olaris began, “Just tuck and roll and it's practically harmless he said!” He tossed his arms up for a moment and shook his head after making a self promise, “I'm gonna raise that cat's voice a few octaves when I see him again...” He briefly looked up and quickly spotted a group coming closer to him in his direction, “Oi! You wouldn't happen to have any bandages, would you?”
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Drake took a long hard look at Olaris. There was something familiar about this man, but Drake couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was almost as if he had seen Olaris before somewhere... Drake had a feeling that it was important, but not nearly as important as the task at hand. Drake went back into his office and got Olaris some bandages, not bothering to ask how he had been injured. Sometimes it was better not to know.
"Okay boys, looks like we have us a little posse here, lets get going," Drake barked, and led them out west towards the desert.
Just then he spotted...Bill Williamson's kid. But he had died the night before, Drake had seen it himself! But Drake also remembered the kid...not dying. He had been pardoned of all charges, right? No, he hadn't, he had been found guilty! Drake remembered it both ways.
Something very very weird was going on here, and Drake had a bad feeling that the rift was involved. He turned to yell to Bill Williamson's kid, but he was gone. Almost as if he had never been...
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Matthias glanced over his shoulder at the sheriff.
"Seeing ghosts?" he asked, heading for Redtail. "I understand that you might have some... being the sheriff, you've probably seen much death..."
Matthias glanced over at Redtail and whistled.
Be right there![size=78%] [/size]the horse said telepathically, coming straight towards them and stopping in front of Matthias.
(Have someone react to Redtail)
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Ren snorts at Jack's comeback to his warning, turning back towards Drake. "Buddy, one thing you'll need to learn about this town, we're all more than meets the eye. I'll leave it at that and up to you to act on." While he spoke, he happened to spot yet another newcomer, and when he approached the sheriff he inquired about bandages, which Drake popped back in to fetch before starting the walk to the rift.
Shortly after starting, Drake starts glancing around and seeing something. Matthias asks about the odd behavior, and Ren follows up. "Yeah, what's up with you looking around like that, Alex?" When Matthias calls over Redtail in the midst of this question, Ren reacts to the eeriness of the horse initially, but ends up hardly surprised, having seen some rather odd things in his time in Mercy. "Impressive horse."
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Jack yawned quietly, the sleepless night mixing with the groups slow progress starting to get to him. It was one of the few times he really wished he could speed time up as much as he could slow it down. He walked behind the others, experimenting with the one who didn't seem to be there. using his 'personal space' to detect the anomaly made by the stranger moving the same as how he had found it in the sheriff's office.
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As I was walking just out of the group when it walked past me. A demonic horse, not the anthro kind, joined with everybody else. An honest-to-goodness being of down below. And the psychic energies coming off it were enough to make me a little dizzy from the sensery overload. Of corse my irrational side got the best of me and I couldn't help but blurt out.
"How dare you bring such infernal being into the mortal realm! What business does the underworld have that this innocent town must suffer the trouble you will cause!" >:( With that even the strongest of perseption filters couldn't hide me, but instead of looking sheepish because of my blantent error (which would'ave just made the situation worse anyway), I made things worse by holding my stance and facial expression. Well, I thought to myself, there goes any chance at a first impression, unless timy-wimy is involed and these people have met me before.
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Olaris had looked over the sherrif for a moment, wondering what the odd look he had recieved was about, before taking hold of the bandages from the Sheriffs hand. "Thank you, kind sir," the Fox chimed as he watched the rag tag group leave. He looked back down to the bandages for a moment, heaving out a sigh, and began to tend to his own wounds on the spot. He quickly poured a bit of his canteen onto a clean rag and washed out the wounds, before quickly wrapping everything he could with the bandages he had recieved. An ear perked for a moment after he swore he heard a voice and quickly looked over his shoulder, wondering where it had came from. "Nah..." the fox muttered to himself before going back to work.
"I must have got hit in the head or something during that raid. I am hearing things," he thought to himself.
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Drake walked quickly toward the rift, ignoring the sight of the kid. All might be answered as soon as he saw what was going on in the rift. The group reached the outskirts of town and Drake could see the space distorting around the rift area. Every time the rift opened everything would twist. Not even physics seemed to work right. Drake picked up a rock and tossed it, it sailed much further than it could have. Yup, gravity was a little screwed here.
Suddenly the rift began to ripple violently, something was coming through! Drake drew his gun defensively, prepared for whatever might come through. Suddenly in a flash of light a human male appeared, laying on the ground moaning. Some odd shiny metal seemed to take up half his face and one glowing red eye stared out at Drake, inspecting him and his surroundings.
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As I was walking just out of the group when it walked past me. A demonic horse, not the anthro kind, joined with everybody else. An honest-to-goodness being of down below. And the psychic energies coming off it were enough to make me a little dizzy from the sensery overload. Of corse my irrational side got the best of me and I couldn't help but blurt out.
"How dare you bring such infernal being into the mortal realm! What business does the underworld have that this innocent town must suffer the trouble you will cause!" >:( With that even the strongest of perseption filters couldn't hide me, but instead of looking sheepish because of my blantent error (which would'ave just made the situation worse anyway), I made things worse by holding my stance and facial expression. Well, I thought to myself, there goes any chance at a first impression, unless timy-wimy is involed and these people have met me before.
Matthias raised an eyebrow beneath his mask. "I don't know what you're talking about... I'm just the cleanup guy." Following Drake, he stared at the being. "Hmm.... can't say I've seen one of those before..." Matthias stared back at Redtail, who just shook his head in confusion.
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Following along with confident strides, Ren remained silent, his eyes set on the rift as they approached. The gravity seemed to lighten on him just a little, which is confirmed once Drake hurls the rock. The rift rippled and shook as if dancing, creating very interesting distortions to the scenery. He saw it shudder violently and drew both of his pistols, holding them at the ready on a level plane. The entity looked up and around before another voice shouted about something from nearby. Ren maintained his gaze on the being lying before Drake and himself and thought, "Mercy sure is popular today."
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Jack looked over at where the voice had come from, seeing empty air still. "mate, if you're going to cause a fuss stop hiding so i can tell you t' be quiet to your face." he turned back to the rift and moved closer, feeling the warping of gravity around him.
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As I was walking just out of the group when it walked past me. A demonic horse, not the anthro kind, joined with everybody else. An honest-to-goodness being of down below. And the psychic energies coming off it were enough to make me a little dizzy from the sensery overload. Of corse my irrational side got the best of me and I couldn't help but blurt out.
"How dare you bring such infernal being into the mortal realm! What business does the underworld have that this innocent town must suffer the trouble you will cause!" >:( With that even the strongest of perseption filters couldn't hide me, but instead of looking sheepish because of my blantent error (which would'ave just made the situation worse anyway), I made things worse by holding my stance and facial expression. Well, I thought to myself, there goes any chance at a first impression, unless timy-wimy is involed and these people have met me before.
Matthias raised an eyebrow beneath his mask. "I don't know what you're talking about... I'm just the cleanup guy." Following Drake, he stared at the being. "Hmm.... can't say I've seen one of those before..." Matthias stared back at Redtail, who just shook his head in confusion.
"And just what are you cleaning up after? I'm in my right mind to believe that someone in possesion of a creature from down below isn't in it for the well being of others." but who was I to judge the reaper's book by its demonic cover. I just hoped they could not get by my mental barriers, not that they were capable (or at least I could shut then back out before the saw anything), but such things have happened in the past.
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Olaris cleared his throat some as he finally dressed his last gash after cleaning it out thoroughly. Once the bandages was tightly secure the fox quickly tore the bandage with his teeth, and put away the roll for later use, “Ah much better,” Olaris chimed as he now rose back up to his feet and began looking around. But his moment of ease only lasted for mere seconds as he noticed a flash of light in the direction where the other's were walking.
He contemplated for the longest time, wondering if he should just leave them to their own problems. He began to walk in the opposite direction of the light, only to find his body suddenly shifting around and sprinting in the direction of the group.
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Drake kept his gun trained on the mysterious new arrival. "Get up, get the hell up!" Drake shouted, his voice shaking. He certainly was not ready for whatever this was, he never was ready for what the rift would bring, because those things could be both great and horrible.
The man (was it a man?) slowly got to his feet and put his arms up as a sign that he was not a threat. "What's your name??" Drake demanded angrily. The man was silent for a second, as if processing the question, and then said, "I have no name, but I belong to the Angorax Corporation, would you like to see my serial number?" Drake growled in frustration. "I ain't never seen a man with no name, so I ask again: who are you??"
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Drake kept his gun trained on the mysterious new arrival. "Get up, get the hell up!" Drake shouted, his voice shaking. He certainly was not ready for whatever this was, he never was ready for what the rift would bring, because those things could be both great and horrible.
The man (was it a man?) slowly got to his feet and put his arms up as a sign that he was not a threat. "What's your name??" Drake demanded angrily. The man was silent for a second, as if processing the question, and then said, "I have no name, but I belong to the Angorax Corporation, would you like to see my serial number?" Drake growled in frustration. "I ain't never seen a man with no name, so I ask again: who are you??"
" As I was walking just out of the group when it walked past me. A demonic horse, not the anthro kind, joined with everybody else. An honest-to-goodness being of down below. And the psychic energies coming off it were enough to make me a little dizzy from the sensery overload. Of corse my irrational side got the best of me and I couldn't help but blurt out.
"How dare you bring such infernal being into the mortal realm! What business does the underworld have that this innocent town must suffer the trouble you will cause!" >:( With that even the strongest of perseption filters couldn't hide me, but instead of looking sheepish because of my blantent error (which would'ave just made the situation worse anyway), I made things worse by holding my stance and facial expression. Well, I thought to myself, there goes any chance at a first impression, unless timy-wimy is involed and these people have met me before.
[size=78%]Matthias raised an eyebrow beneath his mask. "I don't know what you're talking about... I'm just the cleanup guy." Following Drake, he stared at the being. "Hmm.... can't say I've seen one of those before..." Matthias stared back at Redtail, who just shook his head in confusion.[/size]
"And just what are cleaning up after? I'm in my right mind to believe that someone in possesion of a creature from down below isn't in it for the well being of others." but who was I to the reaper's judge a book by its demonic cover. I just hoped they could get by my mental barriers, not that they were capable (or at least I could shut then back out before the saw anything), but such things have happened in the past.
The figure glanced back again at the man quick. "Believe me... what I do is FOR the well-being of others. You have no reason to distrust me... but do something illegal..." For a brief moment, Matthias's left hand became sheathed in fire, but then went back to normal. "You don't want to do anything illegal, ok?" Turning back to the situation at hand, Matthias gently laid a hand on Drake's shoulder. "Sheriff... i know this seems weird, but perhaps maybe we could just try not pointing a weapon at it?"
Why the hell can't we point a weapon at it? Dragomir said. I mean, anything that ugly must be...
"SHUT UP!!" Matthias whispered harshly, slapping Dragomir's hilt and stepping forward, loosening the catches on his other weapons in case he was wrong...
"Yes, you may show us your number."
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Though growling a little at Matthias, Ren did agree. "Hey newcomer, you're here to help, but you aren't the law here. But I do agree with you, knowing anything about this cyborg could be helpful." Ren approached the Sheriff and spoke a little quietly. "Alex, ease up on the poor creature and maybe we'll get answers. Trust me when I say I've met plenty of people who don't really have a name where I come from. Besides, it's in the sights of you and I, you know damn well it won't get away with it if it tries something." Not once did Ren relax his aim on the cyborg, knowing caution is never best thrown to the wind.
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Jack sighed and moved back and sat down lazily. Watching the others without all that much interest as his mind wandered back to the bag in the cell back in the sheriff's office. Smirking at the thought of it's continents waking up and freaking out wondering if he would be able to hear it's screeching. "If there's no danger here i'll head back. Wouldn't want my guest to be alone when he wakes up."
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The figure glanced back again at the man quick. "Believe me... what I do is FOR the well-being of others. You have no reason to distrust me... but do something illegal..." For a brief moment, Matthias's left hand became sheathed in fire, but then went back to normal. "You don't want to do anything illegal, ok?" Turning back to the situation at hand, Matthias gently laid a hand on Drake's shoulder. "Sheriff... i know this seems weird, but perhaps maybe we could just try not pointing a weapon at it?"
Why the hell can't we point a weapon at it? Dragomir said. I mean, anything that ugly must be...
"SHUT UP!!" Matthias whispered harshly, slapping Dragomir's hilt and stepping forward, loosening the catches on his other weapons in case he was wrong...
"Yes, you may show us your number."
Ah, great. Another violence-obssessed weapon-nut, but the voice didn't come from any mouth I could see. I telepathically responded in kind, Well aren't you trigger happy. Try calming down and thinking about this.
At that moment the rift spat out another entity. And the Sherif was about to blow its head off! "WHOA! WHOA!" I stepped over to him and pushed his hand down, pointing the gun away from the cyborg that had just fallen from the rift. "Well aren't you trigger happy. Try calming down and thinking about this." though my tone of voice this time was one of concer rather than sternness.
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( o-o why did that post three times?)
(Note: I will delete this message after my question is answered somewhat."