The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
Lucky Frontier: With a whopping population of 8, there wasn't much of interest in this town, which made it incredibly boring for Lucky. Sure, he culd screw around with the 8 people here for a bit, but that'd take him what, a day? Maybe even less?
Even so, he'd make do. He took a deep inhale of the air around him, only to recoil away. "What is that ste-", he started, before something landed nearby. Looking over, Lucky inhaled again. His nose didn't lie, the winged figure had a holy stench about him.
This made it incredibly amusing, oddly enough, and Lucky stood there with a small chuckle. "My, my my... did you decide to humble yourself to the ground we stand on, dear Angel?" The last word was uttered with more disgust than amusement.
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
Thom Raiwhat?
As Angel Six fought his midair battle on the outskirts of town, what appeared to be a young man walked along the road, whistling contently as his boots clicked against the ground, his thumbs tucked into the front pockets of his trousers and a cowboy hat pulled snugly down to shadow his face. His dark eyes flickered over the battling angel and the various criminals with mild, cheerful interest as he wandered, seemingly without purpose, down the street.
A moment later, with a dull thud, a winged man slid to the ground, his face stopping right by the tip of the whistling man's dusty brown boot. His feet falling to a faltering halt, the man lifted one hand from his pocket, pushing his hat back to reveal a handsome face framed by locks of black hair and dominated by a broad, curiously innocent smile.
"Hey there, stranger!" he said brightly, before pausing to look a little concernedly at the prone angel. "You all right?" As another man appeared nearby, his eyes lifted up, head tilting to the side. "Angel?" he asked blankly, before dawning comprehension lit up his face even more. "Oh, right! Nice to meet you, Angel. The name's Felix." That being said, he extended a hand to the figure on the ground, not waiting for him to get up before formally introducing himself.
edited 24th Sep '11 6:14:19 AM by KiriAme
Anyway here's Blackwall
It was a a dry, hot day. The sun bore down on the worn road, and the brief whisps of wind provided little relief, and the only sign of civilization among the rocks and the tumbleweeds was one little ramshackle town. You would think that such a barren, desolate wasteland would not attract anyone at all, be they adventures, lawmen, or just some poor sap who lost his way. And yet... there were those who braved the dessert, who didn't care what they path they dare tread, and if the path they did tread was the wrong one, then so be it.
This was the case with one such man... or rather, one such kid. He was clad in a black kimono, wearing wooden sandals on his feet, a sandogasa on his head, and one black elegant sheathe at his right side. Or at least, it would be. Unfortunately for him, he seemed to have displaced one very important item; his water canteen. Without such a necessary provision, traveling the desert was very much a chore, and rather difficult, but he had been through worse; much worse. Still, the day was tough, and the lack of water was rather noticeable, and the effects on his body were inevitable. Despite such odds, he pressed on, all the while using his hard sheathe like a cane. And so went forward, trudging past the cactus and the lizards, breathing heavily all the while, until, at long last, he reached what appeared to be... a sign.
Little Frontier Population 236
Or least, that's what it would have said, but the '236' was scratched out, with the number '8' scrawled in red paint sitting right next to it. That wasn't exactly an encouraging sign, but there didn't seem to be any better options, so he made his way into the town... only to notice 2 individuals standing around what appeared to be... an angel? But unfortunately, he didn't have time to worry about that at the moment, and so he again struggled his way towards the group...
"Uh... if anyone... happened to have... some water... I'd be much... obliged..." and then, unable to take any more, his right leg gave way, and he fell flat onto the ground.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
And now it appeared a second person had dropped to the ground nearby. Looking over, it was a... child holding a sword. Sniffing the air around him, Lucky didn't get the faintest whiff of anything holy, although the angel still stunk. He smelled more desperation than anything else. With a sigh, Lucky knelt down, grabbing the boys head and putting it in an upward tilt position, or the best approximation of that, and withdrew his own water canteen. Trying to actually care about the child dying of thirst in front of him, if only for the potential benefit, Lucky somewhat unceremoniously put it to his lip and tilted it so the child would get what he wanted.
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
...It seemed that it was all over, that it had all been for naught, and that he, after all he had been through, would die here. Just because he misplaced one single canteen! But then... something happened. He could feel cool, refreshing water enter his lips, filling his body with life. He was alive. But now that he could think about other matters beside his own survival, he was also aware that someone must have saved him. But who?
He slowly looked up, and also slowly titled up his Sandogasa, to see what appeared to be a large, darkskinned man, with red, ominous eyes. Those eyes, with that skin... Given his current condition, he couldn't be sure, but at the very least, something seemed rather... off, about that man, to say the least. Still, he would have died if the man hadn't saved his life, so until he could better ascertain if this man was what he thought he might be, he decided to to give him the benefit of the doubt.
"Uh, thank you," he said, slowly getting up. "My name's Ashi. And you...?" He also noticed the other man standing there as well. "And you also...?" Despite being of a foreign nation, Ashi had pretty good English; this was due largely to his years of experience from wandering.
edited 24th Sep '11 9:10:23 AM by kkhohoho
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
Lucky put on a half fake smile, half true smirk at Ashi. "Lucky," he told Ashi simply, raising an eyebrow to increase the effect of him actually looking like he cared. "Better now?"
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
Ashi tipped up his Sandogasa, and raised an eyebrow as well. "You could say that..." He then noticed the third being he had seen when he arrived. Turning his head towards him, he then slowly walked over to what seemed to be an Angel. Of all the strange beings he had seen in his travels, this was a first. "Any idea what happened to him?" He asked to the other two.
edited 24th Sep '11 11:41:32 AM by kkhohoho
Be Legendary
Six picked himself up, sitting on the ground cross-legged. Taking out a water gourd, he took a drink and spat out the water, getting the sand out of his mouth. "Hey, beelzebub. You looking for a fight?" asked the angel, having heard his snide comment. The term beelzebub meant pile of dung, but Angel Six meant it as shithead. He took Felix's hand, and used it to pick himself up.
"Thanks. I'm Angel Six. Yes, there is a God. Yes, I have met him. No, I will not give you an autograph" he explained, chuckling and pointed a thumb back at Lucky over his shoulder. "He's a demon. We don't know each other. It's nice to meet you" he explained, and then heard the commotion as Lucky gave Ashi a drink. He had met kind demons before, but still was wary.
Picking up the broken leg, he walked over, knelt down, and reattached it, willing it to join. Being an angel, he knew how humans worked, and had some healing abilities, fragile things that they were. This thing wasn't human, but it was made of humans, which was good enough for Six. "Nothing happened to me" he explained in response to the question, and continued. "I was trying to escape this blasted town, and got attacked by a scorpion, a sandstorm and then some vultures. Before that, I got attacked by this weird thing that took off my head."
edited 24th Sep '11 10:43:21 AM by BigDaddyP
Inspirational quote against powerful image of nature.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
Lucky turned to Angel Six, the smirk more evident. "I might, but i'm afraid i'd take you apart. That'd be a shame. Even worse, Angels One through Five might try to take me out." There was the slightest shimmer in his eyes, as if the thought of destroying Angel Six was appealing to him.
Of course, he won't actually try. Or rather, ever succeed in doing so unless an actuall opportunity to do so is given.
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
One single man stumbled out of the desert, sighing as he looked back at the swirling sands.
"Well, this looks like the town I was told about. Population of eight, huh. They severely overcounted...there's not eight important people in this little den of filth."
He kept walking, a curiously good natured little smile on his face. He figured he could just go on through if certain things were not here.
He thought of his little son at home, this was all going to be for the good of the people whom he cared about. It looked like some interesting people, though, were gathered in the nearby area. My, those kinds of people all gathered in one place...that means something big must be about to happen here. I suppose I can stay a bit longer. Should be interesting.
He looked around the town, yep, he thought full of outlaws...except for those people. They were the odd ones out from the surroundings.
edited 24th Sep '11 12:25:03 PM by NickTheSwing
Be Legendary
"Lucky is a dog's name, isn't it? You going to roll over, beg, and bend over for your 'lord and master'" commented Six, and then grinned. "Be a good doggy, and stay" he said, pointing at the ground.
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Heavy Transport. The travel nexus to shame all travel nexii. Armoured trains leading from there to the destination of your choice. Built by Lord Silas Perdition five years after the immigration, it had round the clock security, and shops open every time of the day. The last line of Perdition's stood at the top, gazing over the railway tracks and contemplating.
"The train at platform 40 is near arrival. Please will passengers move towards the designated platforms. Platform 26 has delays due to a large creature on the tracks. Please be aware we are sorting this problem out as soon as possible. Have a nice day" read the tannoy, as a crowd bustled around everywhere, buying wares, getting ready to travel.
First poster chooses the 'establishment' that they meet. Of course, you don't have to be all together, you could all arrive at different platforms, and come there by chance. 'Hey this guy is weird, maybe we'll be best friends.' Coffee shops, clothes shps, restaurants, baggage stores. It's a train station taken past eleven.
edited 24th Sep '11 12:13:14 PM by BigDaddyP
Inspirational quote against powerful image of nature.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
"I have no master.", Lucky replied, taking a step forward. "I'm just a stray. Whereas you were abandoned." He stopped a small diatance away. "How does it feel knowing you were cast down from the side of your 'God' to a place such as this?"
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
Be Legendary
Angel Six laughed heartily for a straight minute. "Abandoned. That's rich" laughed Six, walking forwards lightly and then gave a steely glare to Lucky, lowering his voice. "Listen to me, you ungrateful backstabbing traitor because I have one thing that sets me apart from you and your ilk: faith. You paid back our Father's love with blood and war. So, which of us is the better being?" challenged Six firmly.
Screeches rent the air, and looking up they saw a pack of vultures descend on them; vengeance perhaps for the 5 or so birds Angel Six had killed, or maybe they were just hungry. In any case, they were a threat.
Inspirational quote against powerful image of nature.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
"I can't day I'd call you a being. Angel Six? You're nothing but a number. And I can't blame him: With such a temper, you're off to a great start for establishing world peace." Lucky would have presumably commented further, but the sound of vultures got his attention. Reaching under his duster, Lucky withdrew a black revolver. Lining up a shot, he quickly fired at the first vulture he saw.
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
As the standoff between Angel Six and Lucky continued, Ashi simply looked on, despite having his own thoughts on the matter. Angel Six had just about confirmed his suspicions that Lucky was, in fact, a demon. He meant 'just about' though; he had enough experience with otherworldly beings in his past to know that they were not always to be trusted or relied on, and this was now included to those purportedly having once been a member of The Forces On High. Still, due to Lucky's certain... attributes, there was a good chance that Angel Six was telling the truth. He would have to have a good talk with Lucky...
...but that would have to wait. Vultures came soaring down from the sky. Unfortunately, Ashi's weapon-of-choice wasn't exactly designed to deal with flying foes; all he could do was get his sword out of his sheathe, get into a battle-ready stance, and hope that those buzzards came down real close...
The Maid
On the front certain prominent clothing store in the statio, a young girl put both hands and her little nose on the glass of the exhibition as she peered in to see the store's wares. Her vibrant grey eyes looked at each piece with an incredible intensity... However just before the store owner had enough time to go look for the broom to run her off, the young girl let out a little sigh of defeat and stepped away.
It wasn't here either. So many pieces of clothing and still they didn't have her other half.
The young girl, Little Feather, looked down with a crestfallen face able to melt the heart of a hardened criminal. It looked like it had been so long since she had become incomplete. And to add to her troubles...
Growl~
Her stomach was making lots of noises once again.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
arachnidsGrip
It had been an easy enough transaction.
Little Frontier, shameful scrawled out town that it was, was apparently one hell of a hide-out for criminals. It was only a matter of time, then, that she would get a bounty staked out in the miserable outpost. The telegram had come in a few days again, and she paid the good ol' boy who sent it a few dollars more of his time so he wouldn't slip out her little secret. From there, there was only thing to do...make headway towards the town. A journey towards nowhere, to a place the West had let the world long forgotten.
Out in the horizon of the dusty wasteland, a long figure strode towards the town with all the grace of a saint. The silhouette wavered in the distance, the shadows lifting away as they reached the town. Soon, her observers would be able to see that it was a dainty looking woman in a elaborate and well-made cobalt blue dress, accented with black lining and ribbons. With an elegant parasol in her black opera gloves and a elegant looking hat covering her blond curls, she looked more suited to a gala than the desert. And yet she came trudging into the town with a gentle smile on her face, as if all of this was just some another ordinary day.
Seeing the group ahead of her she gave a pitiful glance to the scrawled out sign in the front, then flickered her eyes back towards them. "What ah sad little ol' place this is..." she purred with a southern drawl, twirling the parasol in her hands. "...Oh well, it'll hafta do. You boys wouldn't know where the town hall might be, would you?"
She seemed like a completely ordinary sort, just another southern belle with a head full of fluff. God bless, it was her greatest weapon in her repertoire. The scumbags wouldn't see it coming, not from a mile away.
bluh bluh
...This woman must be blind, thought Ashi. Yes, he had noticed her, just out of the corner of his eye, and took note of the fact the seemed to completely ignore the killer buzzards that were trying to attack them as she spoke.
"Hey, Lady!", yelled Ashi! "We'd be glad to help you out, but in case you haven't noticed," he continued to say, pointing towards the vultures, "we have other things to deal with right now!"
He then turned right back towards the vultures...
edited 24th Sep '11 5:20:46 PM by kkhohoho
AMEN!
Clearly it had been many moons since Nra'no had been to this dirty little town. The drifter quietly strode into the town anyway, past the admittedly humorous population sign. On the back of a large scorpion. It seemed this place was infested with criminals now, by the looks of it. Even with that being said, there was profit to made. He doubted the odds and ends sharing a seat with him cared what hands they went into. Without a word, he made his way to what looked to be the busiest part of town. Couldn't be too hard, considering how little people there were.
For once, he wasnt dissapointed. The attacking vultures looked powerful; their organs would pull in plenty of coin in the main cities. There were more than one, so perhaps he could save one of them for a meal; he was running low on meat. They're seemed to be some peculiar folk fighint them; if any of them went down, their possesions wouldn't be to cheap, either. Overall, perhaps it was best to keep at long range. He promptly pulled out a scoped elephant rifle, and took a shot at one of the vultures.
I kick arse for the Lord!
Thom Raiwhat?
Felix had remained in confused silence as the standoff began, his eyes flickering between Angel Six and Lucky with a slightly worried expression. Now, however, as the vultures descended, he snapped into action.
With a crackling sound, a pair of enormous brown wings mimicking those of the vultures shot from his back and began to beat furiously. A few skipping steps forward and Felix leapt into the air, his hands morphing into huge, reddish, dog-like paws sporting wicked claws as he placed himself on a collision course with the nearest vulture.
Anyway here's Blackwall
Be Legendary
"You don't know what you're talking about" replied Angel Six heatedly, and took out his revolvers. He spun them and fired. 6 bullets killed 3 vultures, and smoothly he reloaded less than half a minute, swapping to his large gun. One of them, still alive ,scrabbled across the ground towards him, and it was splattered into gibbed pieces. He took out 4 in a few minutes, and didn't even seem winded.
He emptied the cartridges, and spun them as he loaded. "Six shot revolvers, modified to my specifications. They call me Angel Six because I save people, and my aim is always true" he gestured, pointing to the four vultures around him.
edited 24th Sep '11 8:45:30 PM by BigDaddyP
Inspirational quote against powerful image of nature.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
"Ooh, nice guns. You sure you aren't... you know, compensating ?" The vulture he had fired at was hit in the wing, careening down towards him. Grabbing it by the neck, the vulture was consumed in a black flame, the area around Lucky darkening as areas farther away got brighter. "I could care less how you got the name, because in the end it's not your name. From the way it sounds, you don't have one. It's just your reputation as a fallen angel, acting as a savior to redeem yourself." The burning vulture didn't go down without a fight, getting in a couple nasty cuts to Lucky's left arm. Still, Lucky pressed on, firing off two more rounds at another vulture.
edited 24th Sep '11 8:59:01 PM by InfiniteParagon
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
Be Legendary
"I'm not fallen, and you talk too much. You make me sound like a cliche" commented Six, offended and moving back to avoid a dive bomb by a vulture. Acting as if he was Superman or some other Superhero. He wasn't a dark and tortured soul making amends. He wasn't Batman. He was Angel Six.
He prepared to finish off the onslaught.
edited 24th Sep '11 9:09:47 PM by BigDaddyP
Inspirational quote against powerful image of nature.
arachnidsGrip
Oh yes, she had seen the vultures descending upon them. Why anyone would worry about those things was beyond her guess, but apparently they were having issues with them. Even if they were probably her own quarry, it couldn't hurt to help the poor souls out. And look, two of them were having a little contest between them. How cute.
"Those? Oh, those won't be an problem..." she drawled, before slightly kneeling down and lifting up the side of her dress. Despite the somewhat awkward movement, her parasol did not waver even once in her careful hands. Not at all too surprising, after all a woman of her stature would also have great grace.
But no southern belle would carry a revolver of such caliber on her, not like Caroline. With the speed of veteran, the Single Action Army was whipped out from its holster on her thigh and already in the aims of the vultures. And then, nearly too quick for the human eye to spot, she fired six shots in rapid succession. One shot for one vulture, the bullets speeding towards their targets with an accuracy more precise than a human should ever achieve.
"Ah say, you boy's need to dust up your skills." Caroline crooned, throwing the gun into the air and reaching for something in between her cleavage...
bluh bluh
The creaky signpost swayed in the wind, beaten by decades of dust of sand. On it were the words:
Little Frontier
Below it, a line was scrawled over the number 236 in front of Population, with a number 8 written in red paint next to it.
Pushing past the criminals that frequented the town, a winged figure took two leaps in one run, launching himself into the air with a determined roar. The signpost trembled a bit as he flew up. Five feet from the boundary of Little Frontier, Angel Six jack knifed mid-air in order to avoid the gigantic scorpion that seemed to threaten the town. It's huge claws snapped, but he swept upwards, and saw the next peril in this harsh land.
Several shapes in the distance revealed the scourge of the skies: vultures. Twice the size of Angel Six and with lethal talons, they flew at him. Playing chicken with one, he zigged up and then slammed down above the vulture, breaking it's spine. His gun was out, taking the second with three bullets, but the third successfully rammed the angel. He let out a breath, grabbed the eagle's wings, and both of them tumbled through the sky.
The gigantic bird was ready to rip out Six's guts, but the huge poisoned tail lashed out, spearing the vulture and just missing Angel Six. However, a gigantic claw smacked him back down into Little Frontier, and he slid along the ground for a few moments, ending upside down in the dirt.
The lucky first poster will be able to have to witnessed his ungraceful landing, and start off the RP.
edited 24th Sep '11 4:28:22 AM by BigDaddyP
Inspirational quote against powerful image of nature.