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Post by Jack on Nov 20, 2012 17:49:49 GMT -8
You manage to dodge the enraged counter shot of the gunman who you stabbed. Maybe you can actually pull-
THOK
The second gunman wasn't blinded by rage, unfortunately. Your head feels a bit funny as he pistol whips you across the face. Huh. How about-
[You fall unconscious]
Round 3 Results Gunman A : -1 HP Roxanne : -2 TP, -1 TP remaining, Unconscious
End Combat
You wake up to find yourself still alive, surprisingly. Huh. GodDAMN your jaw hurts. So do your wrists, come to think of it. Oh, you're hanging from the ceiling by them. That would explain it. Come to think of it, you feel a bit light-oh, you're naked. Great.
"Ah, and our guest wakes up."
A rather rough-looking man is sitting in a chair across from you. He's dressed a little better than the raiders you saw earlier, and has a brutal-looking scar crossing his temple. You've seen his face before on a wanted poster; it is Alan Santiago himself. You also notice your clothing lying in a rumpled pile by his chair. The rest of your belonging are not with them, but Santiago appears to be wearing your sword.
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Post by lorelei on Nov 20, 2012 22:40:11 GMT -8
Roxanne sighs as she realizes just what a predicament she's in. Sis... I'm so sorry... She down at Santiago, crossing her legs as best as she can in an attempt to cover herself up.
"If you're hoping to hold me for ransom, it's no use. I'm a Drifter, no one would claim me." She says rather coldly, trying to show that she isn't afraid of the man. "Besides, I thought you were the type who kills anyone who so much as looks at you funny."
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Post by Jack on Nov 20, 2012 22:47:52 GMT -8
Santiago shrugged and patted the blade at his side. He then drew the sword and crossed the room, pressing the blade against your throat.
"So then, Drifter, you come into my camp and knock out two of my men, stab a third, and for what? And now you are telling me no one cares if you live or die? Tell me why I shouldn't slit your throat right now. I'm that kind of person, after all."
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Post by lorelei on Nov 20, 2012 23:24:41 GMT -8
She allowed herself a small smile.
"I let them live, didn't I? If I'd known I could get an audience with you this way, I would've just walked in here naked in the first place." She sighed, trying to move the blade away from her throat to no avail.
"If you let me live, I can find out information for you. I have a few connections back in Citadel. After all, I managed to find you when few others have been able to, haven't I?" It was a gamble, but maybe it would pay off for once.
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Post by Jack on Nov 20, 2012 23:35:27 GMT -8
Santiago stared for a moment, then lowered the blade. And then your face screams in protest as he smacks you quite hard across the face.
"So first you're a nobody, now you have connections in Citadel of all places? Even if I believed you I'd have to be some kind of stupid to try anything on the north continent. Now tell me little bird, why did you want to meet me?"
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Post by lorelei on Nov 20, 2012 23:41:36 GMT -8
She flinched, lowering her eyes. Why did she say something stupid like that? She was dead, she knew it.
"Five years ago, my sister was murdered. I've been trying to get information about the man responsible ever since. I found out he was part of a gang, and that you had information about his associate's whereabouts. Make of it what you will." She murmured.
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Post by Jack on Nov 20, 2012 23:55:56 GMT -8
Santiago frowned, then without warning broke into laughter. He continued to laugh for some time before finally calming down.
"You want me to help you track down your sister's killer? Haha, oh man... You're new at this, aren't you?"
Without waiting for an answer, the gang leader buried the point of his newly acquired sword point down in the dirt and leaned on it.
"You call yourself a drifter, little bird? Well so do I as it happens. And as one drifter to another, you should know we have a code of sorts. Law of the land says when drifters meet they should trade, so tell me birdie, what do you have to offer for my information?"
(The dice really do love you. I rolled a luck die and it came up as a success.)
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Post by lorelei on Nov 21, 2012 0:01:24 GMT -8
(Omfg *breathes sigh of relief*)
It... It worked? He was really offering to trade her for information? But, what would she trade in return? He was right, she was really new at this, but maybe he would be willing to take her on as a mercenary? IT was worth a try.
"I offer my services as a mercenary. I may not be good at infiltration, but as you can see from the condition of some of your men, I can handle myself in battle."
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Post by Jack on Nov 21, 2012 0:10:17 GMT -8
The gang leader's nose wrinkled slightly as he looked you over.
"Yeah, I suppose I did hear you're fast like a freak. Now as for my part, I'll need to know some information if you want my help. This man what killed your sister, he have a name?"
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Post by lorelei on Nov 21, 2012 0:15:15 GMT -8
She scowled, nodding.
"He goes by as Kratos. I don't know his real name, but that's what everyone calls him. But, naturally, no one knows where he is. I heard he had an associate, Erikson Moncrief, who might know his whereabouts. You dealt with him a few times, right?"
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Post by Jack on Nov 21, 2012 0:22:04 GMT -8
Santiago's eyebrows scrunched up for a minute as he thought before returning to their normal position.
"Yeah, I remember the guy. Moncrief, that is. So here's how it's going to work, birdie. There's a job I want you to pull for me. You succeed, you get your information. You fail, bye bye birdie. Sound fair?"
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Post by lorelei on Nov 21, 2012 0:24:15 GMT -8
She nodded.
"Understood. What's the job? Oh, and can I have my rapier back, please? I'm not that good of a shot."
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Post by Jack on Nov 21, 2012 0:35:54 GMT -8
"The job," Santiago said as he sauntered towards the desk near the chair he'd been seated at previously, "Is a train job. In two weeks there'll be a train headed from Banner to Tombstone. On that train is a little something I've heard is quite valuable to the right buyers."
Santiago sheathed the sword and picked up a double barrel shotgun from off the desk before heading back over to you. He patted the gun.
"Just in case you decided to get mean again. Ajax!"
A man you'd failed to notice before as he was behind you (and the awareness roll failed, yaaaay) stepped forward and sliced through your bonds with a knife. Santiago hands back your rapier.
"Seven o'clock PM is when the train leaves. Sixth car from the front has what I want in it. Little chest made of wood and iron, probably wont be another like it. I want what's in it, then you get what you want."
Santiago nodded to Ajax who then drew a revolver.
"Feel free to get dressed if you like, birdie," the gang boss continued before stepping out of the tent, "But we've all already seen what you've been hiding."
As he stepped out with a mean grin on his face, you realize your sword was the only item of yours he gave back.
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Post by lorelei on Nov 21, 2012 0:42:18 GMT -8
Roxanne fell to the ground, managing to catch herself before she pitched forward. Ugh, every part of her ached. But great, he'd taken all her money, as well as her tapshoes and needle and thread. Shit. This could be an issue. With all of her armor broken too, she was basically going in naked.
"I don't suppose you're going to assist me in preparing for the job, Ajax was it?" She looked over at the man with the revolver as she got dressed.
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Post by Jack on Nov 21, 2012 0:54:28 GMT -8
"No. Your deal, your job."
Ajax spun the chamber of his revolver absently as he watched you get dressed. You notice the large man has a tattoo of a kitten on the back of his shooting hand. That's...unexpected.
So you got what you came for. Sort of. But now you're doing work for a criminal to get it. Didn't you swear to fight those who went outside the law? But it's for a good cause...right?
[Chapter End]
Congrats, you survived and now have a direction to go towards. Roxanne's story will continue in A Fateful Encounter next time on Badlands : Edge of Reality!
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