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[JohnnyPsycho]

In response to the tiger's question, Johnny winked and said, "I find that once you start getting double-vision, you just have more targets to aim at. So, theoretically, it should be easier to hit something." He took a long, drawn-out swig of his drink, and sighs contentedly.

Looking at his reptilian companion, Johnny remarked, "You know, you remind me of a fella I used to ride with named 'Gila Pete'. Of course, I don't just mean 'cuz the two of you are both lizard folk, but personality-wise..."

Johnny sat back in his chair, his eyes staring off in the distance and his face getting a wistful smile as he recalled his memories of his youth.

"Yep, he was a bit of a quiet guy, too, and a little more sensitive than most," Johnny replied, his smile fading a little, his eyes going back down to his glass. "I never heard him complain, but our line of work just never seemed to suit a guy like ol' Pete..."

At that point, Johnny looked back at his companions, giving them an embarrassed smirk, and replied, "I'm sorry, gentlemen, I'm starting to ramble again... If you don't mind me asking, what is it the two of you do for a living?"
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[MrWolf12]

(i hope no one minds.)

The trees swayed in the wind, as it blew through their branches, making the leaves dance and sing their gentle song. These sounds carried far into the forest, bring a feeling of calm and serenity to all that lived there. It was late in the afternoon, the sun’s light having begun to fade as evening approached, the sky cloudless and blue above the trees. Down below, under a canopy of green, on a floor of fallen leaves, a wild pig rooted at the base of large walnut tree. Pushing debris aside with its snout, the dark bristly animal searched for the crunchy fruits that had fallen from above.

So concentrated on its need for food, the beast failed to notice the dark shadow that loomed above. Stepping lightly on a low hanging branch, the figure stalked, two shining eyes watching the pigs every move. Freezing when the swine looked around, waiting till it busied itself with eating before continuing to move closer. Inch by inch, the dark form positioned itself so that the pig was right below. Again, it waited, watching…..looking for just the right moment….

The boar pushed its face under a pile of leaves.

The shadow leapt, the spear in his hands flashing…..

A loud squeal……then silence.

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The scent of roasting meat rose from the fire, up into the tops of the twin oaks above. At the base of one, leaning his back against its trunk and biting a chunk off the cooked pig leg in his hand, Brandon relaxed. It had been a long day. Looking to his right, he gazed over the fields of color spreading over the ground between where he sat, and the rising walls of his cabin. Most of the day had been spent tending his garden. It was everything to him. The flowers he sold in the nearby town of BonBon. The herbs he kept mostly for himself, save for the few he also sold to those who had use for them. Those he kept he used to keep himself healthy, as well as other, more spiritual, needs.

His garden helped him survive, that was true, but it was also his sanctuary. It was were he could have his solitude, his privacy. The wolverine had never enjoyed being around others, save for a select few he felt he could trust.

Brandon took a deep breath of the crisp air. How could life in a overcrowded town compare to this, he often wondered. Yet, it also reminded him that he had to take other trip into BonBon the following day. He dreaded it, as he always did, but he needed the money earned from the flowers he would sell, and he also needed supplies not found in the forests.

But that was tomorrow, he reminded himself. Taking another bite, through meat and bone both, he found his comfortable spot under the tree, and enjoyed the peace and quiet of nature.

[Taliesin]

(hmmm, is this gonna go on? I don't want to see it die :I )
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[MidNight Tiger]

[I wasn't sure what to post. MrWolf, is that going on simultaneously and is going to merge later on? It just kinda threw me off.]

[JohnnyPsycho]

[someone could answer my question from the last post I made, I suppose... just a suggestion...]
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[Taliesin]

[to Midnight: yes, think as it's like a "in the meanwhile" action. We will make our roads cross soon or later... and Johnny, was waiting for Midnight to reply first... I'm a polite scaley guy, y'know :3]
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[Tsavo]

*Sees his customers all appear to be content for the moment and goes back to cleaning up a little behind the bar. The night marked the second month that he'd been in Bon Bon and only the first week that the bar was open. At first he had been worried that such a quiet place wouldn't be able to attract enough business to stay open, but if tonight was any indication it looked like he was going to do all right. There was a slight grin on his face as he carried a selection of glasses into the back area.*
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Tsavo's story:
Somewhere to Help You Sleep

[MidNight Tiger]

*responding to Johnnys question*

"Now I just do odd jobs around town, you know just a hired hand. But before I moved to Bon Bon I was a coal miner. It's where I got the name MidNight Tiger from. When I would come out of the mine I would be covered in silt and the other miners said that I was as dark as midnight."

[JohnnyPsycho]

Johnny chuckles at the tiger's story, saying, 'I see... I was just about to ask where you got that colorful nickname of yours..."

Turning to look at the lizard now, he replied, "Okay, friend, your turn... What's your line of work?"
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[Taliesin]

*relieved for a moment, as the question has been replied by the tiger first, him nodding and listening carefully as the feline speaks, but then twitching his own earfans and blushing softly as the question is straightly made at him* oh.... m-myself? well... *he looks around and thinks a bit* nothing much, actually. I have spent almost everything I used to have before moving here, and I still am looking for a job in town. Not that I can do much, alas, since I am a fighter, and a musician... I'm a fast-learner tho... *he smiles softly from behind his glass as he sips from it* ...so I can let to learn any new job in no time... more or less.
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[MidNight Tiger]

*drinking from his glass then considering what his reptilian friend said.*

"I would suggest becoming a repair man. with the way technology moves someone will have to fi the broken or obsolete items of Bon Bon."

"Now what about you Johnny?"

[Feingo Ferinton]

(I hope I'm not intruding, but you know how I love RP. )

The streets quiet with the slowing evening hours, the lone wolf walked down the the line of Bon Bon buildings, searching for a place to spend the remainder of his night. He had to put a hand on the cover of his military officers uniform as a quick gust of wind came up and nearly knocked it right off his head. Though they were quiet, he was already beginning to hear screams inside of his head as he moved along.

"Oh God, I need a drink, fast!" He said to himself. Walking a little further, he finally rested his sights on a small bar not far ahead. The buisness seemed to be good there. Looking through the window, he noticed three others inside, one of which appeared familiar to him. He decided it would be just as good a spot as any to drink in the hurry he was in.

As he approached the door, another gust of wind came up, only when it did, it caused the metal lid to one of the trash bins in the allyway next to the bar to fall and crash into the ground, producing three loud bangs that sounded very much like... gunshots. The white wolf froze where he stood, only a couple feet away from the door. His eyes widened and his pupils became pin-point, his mouth hanging open slightly in a look of horror. He stood there for a moment as, unaware to anyone who might have been watching this event, the screams in his head grew louder and louder until something in his brain snapped. His pupils instantly switched from pin-point, to so wide you could no longer see the amber coloration of his eyes. He bared his razor-like teeth as a look of hatred and madness crossed his face. Letting out a loud battle cry, he turned to the ally, drawing his revolver and unloading all six rounds into what would appear to anyone elses eyes to be a trash can. But his eyes and his mind, burning with rage, saw only an enemy soldier.
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[JohnnyPsycho]

Johnny had no sooner opened his mouth to answer Midnight's question when the sudden sound of gunfire from outside interrupted his train of thought. Instantly, he drew his revolver and jumped from his seat and hit the ground. A quick tuck and roll, and he instantly had his back pressed against the wall next to the door and windows that faced the street.

Damnit, I thought I was past all of this horseshit, Johnny cursed to himself as his heart beat loudly in his chest. He took a couple long breaths to steady himself, and looked over to Tsavo, his eyes motioning to the rifle mounted over the bar. He looked at his other companions and brought a finger to his lips, then motioned with his hand for them to stay down and keep still.

Listening to the howling madman outside, Johnny's mind was carefully weighing his options. His thumb carefully pulled back on the hammer of the revolver, his eyes narrowing... But looking back at all the folks in the bar, he realized a firefight was out of the question, and uncocked the weapon in his hand.

Instead, Johnny took a couple more deep breaths, steeling his resolve. He quickly grabbed the door-handle, jerked it back, and rushed outside in one fluid motion. With pure speed, determination, and some luck, the coyote managed to close in the short distance between the door and the cloaked figure before the fellow could react. He brought the butt of his revolver down onto the back of the assailant's head, bringing him down and ending his rantings.

Looking down at the prone body, unconcious on the ground, Johnny finally had time to recognize the poor fellow.

"Aw hell! Tsavo! Get a cold compress and your strongest whiskey! I know this guy..."
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[Taliesin]

*he jumps onto his stool and almost falls backwards as the fuss happens all at once out of nowhere. He immediately reacts placing his paw onto the sword tied around his waist, and keeps his eyes still onto the odd guy, before noticing how smartly Johnny got to neuterize him. With a soft sigh, he shakes his head in concern... what could a lizard guy do with just a sword when everyone else carries guns? He can barely keep one with his own paws, and being annoyed by loud noises doesn't really help neither...*

I-is he okay...?

*he looks at the grounded guy with a concerned expression in his eyes*

We'd better tie him... I'll take this first.

*He reaches for the guy gun and brings it to the bar counter, motioning for Tsavo to take and hide it*
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[MrWolf12]

(I apologize if my post earlier was in anyway confusing. As was said, it was more a "While that was happening, so was this" kind of thing. Just to show a glimpse of Brandon's life. )

[Tsavo]

*At the sound of the gunfire his hand had moved up to the rifle mounted on the wall. Once he realized what was happening he quickly did as Johnny said.*


((going to be out of town for a couple days, I'll be back when I can.))
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[JohnnyPsycho]

With the wolf's arm slung over his shoulder, Johnny dragged the semi-conscious Army officer inside the pub and propped him in a nearby seat. He thanked Tsavo for the compress and the bottle of whiskey, then placed the cold compress on the lump that was forming on the back of Ferinton's head.

As the wolf slowly began to come to, Johnny made certain to hand the officer's sidearm to Tsavo, "Just to keep it safe," he explained, "or at least until he's in a bit more reasonable state of mind."
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[Feingo Ferinton]

As Feingo's eyes slowly began to re-open, he still thought himself in the presence of his enemies, his mind not yet grasping to reality. His eyes still only partially opened, he began to mumble something quietly and indestinctively at first, but then grew loud enough to be understood. He was speaking in French, a reaction he had been trained to use during his time in the FFL as a first line of communication should he be captured.

"Nous permettre d'aller. Ne vous gagnerez rien en nous torturant. Où Michael et Jonathan sont?"
(Let us go. You will gain nothing by torturing us. Where are Michael and Jonathan?)

He kept on repeating these words in French, his eyes still swimming and semi-concious.
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[MidNight Tiger]

*After hearing the wolfs ramblings. pours a glass of whiskey and places it in front of the wolf and says*

"mauvais endroit camarade"
(wrong place comrade)

[Taliesin]

*he rubs his head and sighs softly, knowing really little french - at least, he thinks it's french by the accent, and sits back at the table, getting back to drink his good beer, purring weakly as he gets lost in thoughts, idly watching the rest of the group, sniffling the air as a smell like barbecue hits his nostrils, coming from outside and carried by the wind*

(eheh yes Mr.Wolf, it was fine ^^ and there, maybe we can link you in now ;3)
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[Feingo Ferinton]

As he heard the words the other spoke to him in French, He once repeated once more, very softly, "Ou Michael es Jonathan sont?" then closed his eyes for a moment.

As he opened them again in a very groggy manner, his pupils had returned to normal and his mind was once again in the right state.

"Where am I? Who are you?" He asked softly to the man who had spoken French to him. Then, as he tried to prop himself up in the chair, he stopped abruptly as pain shot through his entire from the back of his skull. "Christ almighty, what the hell happened to my head!?" He said in a much louder tone, his teeth bared and his hand shooting quickly to the source of the pain.
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[MidNight Tiger]

[hope no one minds, but it's been a few days since a post.]

"you went enraged so Johnny had to take you down hard, for your own good."

[JohnnyPsycho]

"Sorry about the knock on your head, soldier-boy," Johnny replied as he poured some whiskey into a glass, then took a swig himself, "but I just couldn't take a chance on you hitting something other than garbage cans with your sidearm."

He sets the bottle down next to the glass that was already poured for Ferinton, then looks at the tiger and says, "It's a damn good thing you know French."
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[Tsavo]

((just poking my head in to say it'll be a few more days before I'm going to be back on the boards. Got really busy all of a sudden.))
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[Taliesin]

*he tilts his head aside, watching the whole scene from his stool, his tail wagging idly behind him as he empties his own glass of stout and stretches out, yawning quite wildly* hmmmph... what time is it already?
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[Feingo Ferinton]

"What happened!?" He said as he jolted up in his seat, only to be knocked back by another pulse of pain that caused him to put more pressure on the cold compress. He had a look of utter confusion on his face. What were Johnny and this other fellow talking about?

"Garbage can? Sidearm? French?..." He thought for a moment, then his expression changed as he came to what must have happened.

"Oh shit... I must have had a flashback. But what could have made me start shooting?" He tried hard to remember anything as he reached out and brought the glass of whiskey to his mouth, emptying it with one swigg. As he set the empty glass back on the table, something came to him.

"I remember hearing three gunshots before blacking out. Was someon in here shooting?" He poured himself and drank another shot as he sat there confused about the whole situation.
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[JohnnyPsycho]

Johnny thought hard for a second, trying to remember if he heard anything odd, but could only remember the firing of the soldier's firearm and the clattering of metal rubbish bins.

"Sorry, friend, I don't recall hearing any gunfire other than your own," Johnny answered, adding with a chuckle, "Heck, it wasn't until after I was already outside that I realized I wasn't carrying no bullets in my own piece."

To prove his point, Johnny pulled his revolver out of its holster and handed it (handle first) to the Commander to inspect the empty, unfired revolver himself.

"It's a good thing that old hunk of junk still works as a pretty good sap," Johnny said with a hearty laugh

Unknown to anyone else in the pub, Johnny almost always kept a single bullet in his gun for emergencies, with rare exception. It had only been after knocking out Ferinton and just before pulling the wolf inside that Johnny had discretely pulled the bullet out of the chamber and slipped it into his own vest pocket. The last thing Johnny needed on his conscience was to let the moody Ferington know he had been only a hair away from getting a bullet in the brain from a very nervous gunslinger.
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[Feingo Ferinton]

(Hope noone minds my responding, but things have fallen silent.)

Feingo took the gun and, instead of inspecting the chamber, took a closer look at the handle, noting the blunt lower section and feeling a shock of pain from his head as hee looked at it. He laughed softly. "Yup, that's definatlely what did it." He handed the revolver back to Johnny, still feeling confused about the whole situation.

"If I was shooting at garbage cans, then somehow, they, or something near to them, must have triggered my stress." He took another long drink of the alcohol, time forgetting about the shot glass all together and going strait for the bottle.

"Oh shit, I don't even know what goes on in my own mind anymore." He sighed, his hand falling to his side, causing him to notice something missing from his usuall attire.

"Anybody seen Lizzy?"
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[JohnnyPsycho]

"The Pub-Master's holding onto 'her' for the moment... you know, as a precaution," Johnny answered, holstering his own revolver. "I'm sure he'll hand 'er over to you, since you've calmed down a bit. Let's just keep it unloaded for the time being though, eh?"

He patted the frazzled soldier on the shoulder in a friendly manner. He knew the guy had gone through hell, but tonight's little display seemed to make Johnny worry even more...

Wanting to keep the mood light, however, Johnny turned to his companions and said, "Alright, boys, the next round's on me!"
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[Feingo Ferinton]

Feingo, rubbing his head one last time and taking a deep breath to further calm himself, came to a realization at that moment. He really didn't like whiskey, and drinking alone sucked.

"I'll take ya up on that offer Johnny-boy."
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