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Mistihkoman smiles, "Interesting people. Good medicine though." He looked at his cards again. A pair of twos, if he remembers the lessons that one moniyew taught him at Fort Edmonton, then this meant he had a chance, a slim chance but a chance. Anything could beat his pair at this point, unless the cards in the middle played nice. He hoped. But did not hope hard. He tossed a coin into the middle, "Maybe this help the deal." He nods feeling like he did this right.

He takes the time to look up at everyone. This Phineas seemed like an interesting sort. And seems quite proud of who and what he is. Interesting white man. Then this Mary Johnson, strong woman, good medicine indeed. He liked this Billy Kingsley, he had a good soul to him he felt. Incredible medicine that. But what made Mistihkoman wonder is this Barnabus character. Something about the words wrong untrue. But he couldn't place it. Like it was well something wasn't right he couldn't really tell.

He gave a sniff then nodded slowly, "So shall we play more. I am in." He nods putting his cards back down again on the table face down. He smiled slightly, just slightly, hoping to look confident in what he's doing.

Concepts and terms

In case you're curious, the concept of "Good Medicine" is prevalent through out many tribes of American Indian and Canadian First Nations. "Medicine" is any kind of concept, term, or idea that enriches the soul. There is also "Bad Medicine" that can be thought to curse, enfeeble or damage the soul. And there are rituals for both Good and Bad Medicine. To either perpetuate the good, or cleanse the bad.

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Working on one right now actually.@Kelewen

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Love to post...kinda waiting for @Landain though sadly.

Final Fantasy 7 Redone

It's the sharp bark of Wasteland that catches Lex's attention, and then he sees the two men, one tall and athletic the other slightly rotund and out of shape. And they are heading towards the potential Wutian target. His eyes narrow, he could make for the jeep, get it prepped and pick up Wasteland, or he could take this up and escalate this. Either way would mean a potential problem. He looks to the jeep then back. And then barks out it's not a command it's just a sound a sharp clear coughing sound. And Wasteland ducks, waiting, it's clear to the canine. This has turned into something else. Lex, gathers himself and changes directions, from inside his coat he pulls out his Shinra military ID clamping it in plain sight on his belt. And makes for the vehicle. Pushing back the left of his coat reveals his holstered shotgun, he rests his hand on the handle of it. Not because he intends to use it, well he fully intends to use it if it gets that far, but also for some form of mental fortification.

As he gets closer he's abotu to raise his voice to stop his mark and the man in the car. When he sees the other two making for Wasteland. Wasteland being in ready position for the car lets out a bark of surprise as the two are approaching her. Lex looks at his mark then at the pair, "Ahhh crap." He pulls the shotgun and shouts out, "Shinra Ranger Special Forces, don't move!" A moment later his second gun the modified winchester is out, the shot gun aimed at the Wutian and the truck, the winchester on the two approaching his partner, "This is a special unit situation, you two by the dog back up hands high, you in the truck and you the Wutian hands high as well. I'm placing you all under arrest for suspicious activities." He stops in a place he's nominally able to cover both groups, "Touch the dog and I blow you down." He calls to the two near Wasteland, then his gaze turns to the pair at the vehicle, "Don't make this harder then it needs to be." Lex hums, unable to reach for his walkie talkie now, and weighing his options how well he can cover everyone with on weapon. "No one move..." The shot gun sliding into it's holster as he reaches for his walkie talkie, speaking into it, "Ranger Krait to Dispatch, send extraction team to my location ASAP. I have potential dissidents on site."

Man-Things! (Skaven Roleplay)

Fascinating.

So by your description we cold very well work our way up to being a say a Warlock-Engineer or a Ratling Gunner perhaps.

Yes I'll keep my eye on this. Yes-yes.

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For Billy

@Landain

The squat native set his coin down and let his gaze travel around the table. Moniyew and moniyeweskiwew and kaskitewiyas. It's actually quite interesting to see so many and to see the white men including their women and a man of a different colored skin. As he sits and waits for the next moves to be made he blinks a little. He didn't register it at first but the dark skinned man is talking to him. He takes a moment to think back and nods slowly. He smiles a little as he responds, "Comanche and Apache are my cousins. I am Plains Cree, from Montana territory and North into Canada, Saskatchewan and Alberta." He nods, "Scout, Tracker and Hunter." He adds patting his chest proudly. He looks the man over and nods respectfully, "Fine to see dark skinned man here. Good medicine." Finally he lets it out, "Mistihkoman, Big Knife, my name. What is your name dark skinned one?"

Translations

moniyeweskiwew = woman, white woman

kaskitewiyas = african person literally means, Dark Skinned person

side note: Cree People had no concept of an African American person for the longest time. As Slavery was not a major thing in Canada and African people did not make it to the western Canadian area until nearly the very end of colonization. But when they did the Crees, all nations of them, quickly came up with a term for them.

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@Landain So is that a yes to it being the wrong thread? :D

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So before you ask, yes I am Canadian First Nations, Plains Cree no less like Mistihkoman. So no I am not appropriating anything (I have been accused of this).

yes I will be weaving Cree words and terms into my posts. I will provide translations for words I haven't used yet.

No I am far from fluent in my native language, I wish I was though.

so this is me just CMOA basically.

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Mistihkoman sat at the table stiffly. When he'd walked into the Texas he had meant only to trade the pelts he'd picked up. And get a small sum from it before heading back north. He'd wanted to avoid the glares and dirty looks the residents had started to give him the moment he'd come into town. Even if it's clear he's no member of the Apache, the Comanche or the Delaware, he's still an First Nations or Indian person from the America's. Canada treats his people and cousins a little differently from the States, so he'd not wanted to stay too long.

But someone had seen him pocketing several bills of money, and had dragged him into the saloon, despite his wish to not do so. the Firewater isn't exactly healthy. But he'd stayed, refused to pay for drinks of anyone else but himself and sat, watched, ignoring the attempts by people to get him to pay for their drinks. His Rifle, bow and the rifle club had been taken, but he still had his knife and tomahawk hidden under his vest just in case. He sniffs, and looks at the cards in his hand. He's not sure how he ended up at the table. He'd been sipping at a glass of whiskey before he'd been invited to sit at the table. And now several hands in he looks at the small stack of dollars. So far it's gone well.

As he sets his cards down on the table, looking over at one of the spectators saying something about how he's not playing standard Indian Cards. Something about one on the head if you don't see it you lose. The short indian just narrows his eyes. Then turning back to look Logan, "Moniyew wants his soniyew back? Logan must win this hand then." He reaches down picks up one of the coins he won and flips it between his fingers, "We start yes?"

Cree Translations

Moniyew = White Man

Soniyew = money/dollars/payment

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Mistihkoman

Name: Mistihkoman (Big Knife)

Tribe: Plains Cree

Age: 27

Role in the Tribe: Scout/Tracker and Hunter/Fur Trader

Appearance

Standing roughly 5 foot 8 inches tall, not making him all that tall really. Broad shouldered, with a long boned and slim look to him. Of a young man who lives hunt to hunt day to day with enough to keep him going, but not enough to put excess weight o his frame. A head of black hair, long and tied into a thick powerful braid that trails down to just above his tail bone. A set of buckskin pants with grey dyed moccasins that lace up to about half way up his shin. His chest tends to be uncovered most of the time of if he has too he has a few pairs of vests. Some are heavier then others allowing him to withstanding heat or cold. Let's not forget the red skin of most Native tribes, which out to show he's not just any fellow on the trail.

History

Known long ago as Asiny or Mountain, in his youth, before being named Mistihkoman, grew up in a family and tribe to loving parents and a village of peple who cared and thought of him as their brother or relation. It takes a Village to raise a child and for the tribe he grew up in it's quite true. He had an extended family who were very helpful. It wouldn't be for a few more decade that people would try to take children like him away to residential schools. So he didn't have to worry about being taken away to be indoctrinated,

Young Asiny did not become Mistihkoman for many years. He first grew into his teens and began rites of passage and learning what his place in the tribe would be. There was a test where a young man or woman would be told to look at the stars of the Seven Sisters (The Pliaedes) and see how many he could see. And he said that day seven. It was said then that he would become a great scout for the village. And it was decided in earnest to train him in the ways of scouting and hunting so that his sense can be refined.

It was a long time, a decade atleast, before it was decided he had the skills and experience to joint he ranks of the scouts, hunters and traders of the tribe. He gained more experience going out hunting, and journeying to trading posts. He earned his name of Mistihkoman after he had earned the name in a skirmish between poachers.

Recently he said goodbye to his family and headed south, towards the Texas territory, hearing there still maybe some good hunting down there. And also to see new lands. New lands that were not Canada and Northern Montana.

Equipment

Sharps Rifle with 50 rounds, chambered .52 calibre
Tomahawk, fighting knife with deer bone handle and a Rifle butt club
Longbow, customized with beadwork and feathers, with 60 arrows
Jerky for long voyages
Seven pelts he picked up on his way down to Texas, three beaver, one coyote and three cougar