Nashie

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

Johnny Conagher

@Patches
@Ember Storm
@Blizzardofoz123
"Now, ah ain't no fan of killin' people..."

Johnny began, tucking away a few of the most pertinent documents and drawing his six shooter.

"But if it'll stop this crazy bastard from torturin' more people, ah reckon I can forgive a few notches on mah pistol."

Johnny took one more look over the operating area, looking for anything that might be useful or contain useful information. After he'd grabbed anything of that nature, or determined that there were no such items, the often easygoing cowboy would turn around for the door, a look of grim determination in his eyes.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

Johnny Conagher

@Ember Storm
Normally, Johnny would be pretty creeped out by the way Astrid was talking about spilling blood, but for these sons of bitches, Johnny could make an exception.

@Patches
"Oh, it ain't much" Johnny began, the sarcasm in his tone thick enough to cut with a bread knife. "Juss' evidence that Gustrag's tryin'a make artificial fucking amalgams."

That would be the first time anyone present had ever heard Johnny drop an F bomb. Let alone growl one through clenched teeth.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

Johnny Conagher

@Patches
@Ember Storm

Johnny picked up the manila folder and immediately felt his fingers go numb when he read the heading.

"Artificial amal-"


Johnny's stomach cut him off, coming very close to ejecting his lunch at the thought of what this fat bastard was doing.

"Oh... that does it." Johnny growled

Gustrag had to be stopped. No scumbag like this could be allowed to walk freely, let alone get his hands on an Isz rune. Up until now, Johnny had been trying to handle Gustrag's goons with as minimal of bloodshed as possible. No more. Whatever it took to get that Isz rune out of this slovenly son of a bitch's hands, Johnny would do it.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Ember Storm
@Patches
With the immediate danger gone, Johnny finally got a good look at the room that he was in. It was not a pretty picture.

"Juss' what in sam hell..."

Johnny muttered to nobody in particular, wondering if he should really investigate, or if he should just let himself stay blissfully ignorant. Eventually, curiosity won out over fear, and Johnny took a second look at that operating table.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Patches
@Ember Storm

Some part of Johnny hoped that this guard would be okay after an onslaught like that, but those thoughts were quickly silenced by the cloud of fog that Astrid had put up. Since Johnny wanted to be able to see, he somersaulted out of the cloud and put some distance between the cloud and himself.

Doing things quietly seemed to be a long dead proposition, so Johnny pulled out his six shooter to accompany his wakazashi.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Patches
@Ember Storm
As the two guards stormed in, the one that tired to lay suppressing fire into Johnny would find doing so while simultaneously dodging swings from Johnny's Wakazashi to be quite difficult. Especially considering that he was using a rifle. Maybe he'd be better off parrying with that thing?

Johnny managed to grunt a "It ain't nothin' personal" to the guard as he kept his rapid swings up.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Patches
"Ah hell" Johnny whispered to himself. Reflexively, Johnny drew his gun. Only for him to immediately holster it again. There might have still been a chance to keep this stealthy. So instead of drawing his gun, Johnny just posted himself against the door he heard potential hostiles coming from. His Wakazashi freed from it's sheath.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Patches
@Ember Storm
Johnny's gaze found it's way to the grated ceiling and whispered to the group again.

"Y'all seem to have this bit handled. Ah'll make m'self useful by investigatin' up over yonder." He said, pointing towards the ceiling. With that statement made, Johnny seemed to fall to dust again. The last solid part of him to vanish being the hand pointing towards the ceiling. If they paid attention, they would see him re materializing on top of the grates in a crouched position.

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@Patches
>Johnny kept his voice just above a whisper.
"Ah reckon we oughta. If it's Gustrag keepin' this fella all caged up, then he might just be a powerful buddy to have."
>Though, he didn't hop out of the pipe just yet. No need to make all that noise and dirty his boots until he knew precisely where he was going.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

Dennis Calhoun

My Hider

Name:
Dennis Calhoun

Age:
Early 30s

Brand:
Mist

Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
Sawed-Off lever action shotguns, Stone.

Faction:
Black Hats

Personality:
Gruff, unfettered, and misanthropic. Do not get in this man's way.

Background:
Little is known about the mysterious, dreaded ringleader of the Black Hats. Some say he's a former Golden Boy seeking revenge on an organization that wronged him. Others say he's a myth. A fictional figure that the Black Hats use for intimidation purposes. others still think he's a demon wearing a man's skin. But what is known for sure is that Dennis Calhoun hates you. And no matter who you are, him or one of his followers will kill you dead if the price is right.

Other:
Runs the Black Hats as an instrument of his notion of "The Rigtheous Euthanasia"
Faceclaim: Erron Black from Mortal Kombat

My Hider