[quote=@Slendy]
Dennis entered the tavern on his way towards the tender when he was suddenly interrupted by his watch alarming him of a new bounty. Dennis stopped in the middle of his tracks to look at his watch. Before he could even see who the new bounty was on it beeped again signaling that the bounty was already completed. "What the hell..." Dennis stated tapping his watch. That was the first time it acted up like this. He shook his head and attempted to take another step but was again stopped by his watch.

Dennis eyed it quickly but was unsuccessful in seeing what was the problem this time. "That's it!" Dennis randomly shouted catching the attention of some of the customers within the bar. "I knew I should of bout an upgrade on a bounty indicator when they were handing them out!" He shouted at himself exiting the bar. Dennis maneuvered his way onto the nearest building and made his way to the roof gazing at how far the market stretched out. "I need to know what the hell is going on!" Dennis said retrieving a very small gun and firing it into the air. A khaki colored flare danced high in the air to give off his location. Hopefully something would catch on to it. Just to be safe Dennis unsheath one of his pistols. He didn't know what type of person would react to the flare so he paid close attention to his surroundings to be safe.
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Usually, Ryner preferred to stay in his store, doing who knows what and staying as safe as he could. But on this rare occasion, the noise had peeked his interest. Perhaps it was a final tipping point on his boiling blood that forced him to break his rage, or the desire to know the answers to such an odd phenomenon, no matter what, he grabbed his cane, preparing his shop, and began to wobble his way weakly to the exit to look up to the roof and sigh. Yet again, some nitwit vigilante it seemed. They didn't realize all they where doing was causing him trouble. Shaking a cane at him, the elderly man snarled at the man.
"you up there! my stores for buying goods, not being some superhero wannabe! Get down her and buy something or get the hell out!" The contankreious man belligerently shouted, weakening his voice, as he noticed the weapon, and press his hand at his side for his own, which was still in the form of a cube in his pocket.
"You heard me! Scram ya Piccadilly whore!"