The Wild West

[Sephirothsicase]

Seph wasnt very far away when the house exploded, his keen ears heard all of the screams, one after the other, he did not know why they were, he couldnt really care less, but that child was doing his head in...

He leapt towards one side as the horses stampeded down the street, he thought it would be good if they didnt see him, so he ran down the dark back-alleys till he came to the burning building, after a quick look around the outside, he inspected the outside of the building, looking for a weakened spot done by the fire, he found one and put his hand to it, feeling if there was a fire on the other side, it was not too hot, he took a few steps backwards and lined his side up with the wall, he broke into a run and battered the wall with his shoulder, smashing through and into the burning building, he was immediatly hit by the heat.

(( This Ok? Ill edit if not. ))

[Angel]

*Angel stands on the veranda and pricks her ears, to see what the low rumbling is. a moment layer she claps her hands over her ears and winces, horse screams, people screaming, so loud!

she stares down the street at the rapidly approacing melee of frightened horses and townsfolk, the stench of fear lights a fire in her eyes, she likes it. she leaps over the railings and hauls her stable doors open, a moment later she roars out of them again on the back of a black battle charger. the stench of equine blood mingles with the smells of dust, fear and smoke and she rounds towards the stampeeding heard. she waits for the opertune moment, seconds before the stampeed reaches her.

wait...

wait.

now!

she hauls on her reins and her horse rears, its sharp hooves lashing the air, she fires the shotgun she had been conceiling under her coat straight up into the air. the heard's eyes widen and they scatter in two, peeling around Angel's lashing horse. she wheels the black stallion and runs alongside a paniking mare, driving townsmen before her. with a sickening crack she sends a short, squat man down to his death unger the pounding hooves and watches him being trampled to death.

i could get used to this town*

[Will Barron]

Will hears the sound of the stampede from in the bank. He runs outside, sticks a couple of finger in his mouth and whistles very loudly. he yells out:

"Wildcards, mount up and round up.".

This whistle and call is repeated by about a half dozen figures about the center of town, and before long, another dozen or so cowboys on horseback are riding along the outsides of the stampede. Jack is in the front and has roped one of the lead stallions. He draws in back just slightly, just slowing it down a little bit. Another of his men gets a rope on the same horse from the other side. The begin to slow the running horses, since they all tend to follow that lead stallion. The rest of the Wildcards are around the outside of the "herd" and begin to turn it to circle the town and bring them back to the corral.

As this had begun, Deb had spotted a young stallion back through town by the corral, she rides towards it but not straight at it, sort of off to one side. She slows to a walk as she approaches. She looks at its eyes, and then looks away so as not to be threatening, then looks back. There is something special about this horse. She raises her head and tosses it, as an act of recognition, then turns infront of it. She makes a kiss/sqweek sound and then speaks to it.

"You shouldn't be in a corral ?, should you. Freedom is this way, (she waves her head toward out-of-town) if you don't want to be roped and brought back, you'ld better follow with me, they all will be commin' back soon. I saw a meadow with good grass and a stream not far from here..."

She "heals" her mount in its sides, clucks, and looks back at Ajax and says,

"You commin'?"

(she knows he won't understand her words, but speaking them calmly and loudly will let the horse know she is addressing it, and the words will shape her body language, and something of a trust relationship will be communicated in whatever "signals" are mutual across species.)

[Embri]

(( Very nice, Will... but I'm going to nitpick about a few things. The lead stallion is dead. No herd of wild horses will have more than one mature male present - the lead stallion doesn't tolerate any breeding competition around his harem of mares. Thus, the only other male horses will be young colts or yearlings; all the adult horses will be female.

Erm... as for Deb... well, I'll if she was approaching a "real" horse, it would run away from her. Eye contact of any kind with both eyes is instantly recognized by equines as predatory, and they'll run. Head tossing means "I want to run faster" in horses, not recognition.

It's "heels", too. Not heals. *fends off spelling troll remarks as various spectators throw stuff.* ))

Ajaxon started as he finally noticed the human near him, mounted on a horse. He flared his nostrils and shied away, snorting, flinging up his head.

~What the hell...?~ Ajaxon listened to the female's words with confusion, not knowing why she would want to help him. Frightened squeals reached his ears from down main street, and the colt watched the freed horses being roped and caught with alarm. Backing away from the rider, Jax turned on his heels and bolted, hooves pounding the ground as he fled. He glanced back over his shoulder curiously, trying to figure out this new puzzle.

[Will Barron]

((Jeez, you take all the fun out of trying to interact with another gamer and keep a good post going.))

Deb watched the horse take off. Things hadn't gone as she might have hoped, but that horse was too good to be turned into a cow pony, so if it found freedom in another direction, that was good enough for Deb. She headed back into town to see what mess Will would get himself into next....

[Angel]

((haha! you'll have 3kul's nitpicker title if you keep this up ))

*Angel urges her horse out of the heard as the wildcards round them up, berating them for spoiling her fun. she trotts towards Deb and reloads her massive shotgun, once finished she tucks it away in a leather holder and turns to follow Ajax in a mildly curious way*

[Embri]

((I'm sorry... I'll take it out if you want. I wasn't trying to kill your fun, it's just that, well, I spend a lot of time looking at equine behavior. Apologies. I'll ... get out of your way. ))


Ajaxon beat a path out of town, running as fast has his hooves would take him. Head bent low and feet pounding, the colt fled until he could no longer hear or smell the scents of the city.

[Will Barron]

Juan Pedro Malvidas el Viejo has been watching Angel, and he rather likes what he sees. Not Angel so much, as the dead guy.

When no one is looking he runs out into the street and rifles through the dead man's clothes. He finds a wallet with 7 dollars in it, a gold pocket watch, a mostly clean handkerchief, a deer-antler handled buck knife, and a colt forty-five revolver. After sticking these findings in various places on his person, he gets back on his horse and calls out-

"Hey, dere ees a dead guy 'ere, some one chould bury 'eem."

and he heads down the street towards one of the bars...

Deb catches up with Will and indicating Malvidas, says

"He is such a slimeball; I don't know why you let him join us."

Will responded:

"Miguel vouched for him and he is willing to do some of our dirty work for us, so why not.... Did you hear those screams? We should find out what they were about."

Will, Jack, Deb and some others head off in that direction (toward the house where Linda is already.)

[Laur Doyle]

*Laur entered the house in which Till was currently tucking into his meal. She was... late she admitted, but a saloon suddenly appearing over a house with a wave of power nearly enough to knock her out had caused something of a delay. Right now, she looked a little ill from fighting that off*

*The stampeding horses had played a part as well, though she had thankfully been out of the way of the main body of them*

*However, she still enters the room and stands with her back to a wall, simply so he can see she is there but not interrupt his meal*

[Till Doyle]

Till stops cutting up his food, but finishes of chewing whats in his mouth. Without looking up, and stabbing a brussel, "Vhat took yhez zo long Mizz Vilkins? Dinnerz bin ready ahbout ten or zo minutez Mizz Vilkins."

Lifting up the brussel, and almost swallowing it whole, except for some chewing, he gestures at the chair at the other end of the table, wanting Laur to sit down. A housemaid walks in and sees the pair of them. "Would ya lahke me to fetch her dinner, sir?"
Till lifts his head and stares at Laur.

[Laur Doyle]

*Laur doesn't say a word as she moves to sit at the opposite side of the table from Till, as he wanted. He'd called her 'Miss Wilkins'. She must have angered him with her tardiness. Once she was sat down, her bright blue eyes meet his stare from across the table*

Ah had a little trouble getting over here. After investigating a hold-up at the bank, and a disappearing saloon, ah had to contend with stampeding horses as well. Ah'm sure ya heard them.

*Laur gestures outside, before continuing*

The saloon reappeared shortly after it's disappearance. Ah know 'cause ah had ta stop. Ya know why. Ah'm sorry ah'm late.

[thatanos]

*Maz’ slowly walked towards the town. He had heard of the great history in the town as he had jumped back in time.* ((He did not ask Chrono's he had just been flying alone towards the tundra for some relaxation when he teleported back in time.))

Well I guess I should hide my gear.

*Maz moved towards a small abandoned shack outside of town. When he opened the door he put down his watch gun and scythe only keeping his knife. Then he put down every bit of technology he had.*

Well I guess if history plays out right I should be able to get home soon.

*Maz said to himself as he shape shifted into a large blonde haired retriever and went into the town as fast as he could.*