Sessamaru

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

I'll post tomorrow. I'm a wee bit exhausted from work x.x

Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

Simon noticed the growing tension in the room but he ignored it. A life with Jackal's Crypt, a gang that was considered the lowest of the low and performed deeds that would make sane people vomit, fully encouraged by Jebediah Jackal" himself, would desensitize anyone from any growing violence. Even the potential ones. After receiving his water, Simon slugged it down and placed the glass back onto the bar, immediately turning his heels to leave. The sheriff had entered the bar and Simon began to study the man. This was a sleepy town and small brawls were to be expected, considering that the saloon was the only highlight that the citizens had. However, the man himself was interesting-- the sheriff appeared composed, even comfortable considering the ambiance, and the way he wore his gun screamed that he was a veteran.

A dangerous man in the guise of a peacemaker.

Simon made it a mental note to avoid any confrontation with the man, or else face a life-and-death firefight. After the quelling the trouble that was brewing, Simon strode across the room and towards the double doors, tipping his hat to the man. The sheriff must have been a fighter and a survivor, and that dangerous quality made Simon respect him. "Sheriff," Simon greeted with that dark, raspy baritone. Without another word, Simon left the saloon and began to make his way north.

Mourner Muldoon...

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

I finally posted! Best part is? Lone finally speaks! :D

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Diver's Paradise

@tex@FateWeaver@Jensoman@Hatman1801

Lone listened to Alvios speak, interpreting the rules set forth to them. He sighed again, annoyed by the restrictions. Not that it would matter, anyway. Fighting was undoubtedly going to happen, and it didn't matter to him if he had to kill or not-- so long as he could fight. However, he never had any intention of chasing after the enemy, regardless. A waste of energy and he much preferred for them to come after him, anyway. Lone shook his head. Jake got back up onto the pile and began to give another speech-- why do they keep talking?! Lone thought, his agitation growing. However, something Jake said caught his attention: Survey Team Alpha. That was oddly specific and Lone suspected he wasn't the only one who caught it. Just how good was their recon? Lone felt... paranoid. This could not bode well.

Agitation and anxiety gripped Lone. This was definitely a suicide mission, but was it intentional? Or was it just a coincidence the Divers of No-Man's-Land opted out due to sheer apathy? Lone let out an exasperated sigh, unsure of how to feel. He needed to let out his frustration, but there was nothing he could do at the moment. As Luke began to leave, asking them to follow (in so few words and phrasing), Lone followed suit.

"What are we in for?" Lone asked Luke, unable to restrain himself with silence. His voice was deceptively deep for his slender frame and it was also quite monotone, void of emotion. A strong attribute, perfect for masking his growing anxiety.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

@tex lol, I understand perfectly well how frustrating it can be to run an RP, especially when it's being relatively slow. Like... snail racing slow... Anywho, I just don't want to pop in every day and say "I'm too tired to post." So I tend to spread out my messages from time to time. I know I also say I'll post, but sometimes things drop in my lap and force me away from my computer-- like right now, I have/had an unexpected guest that I'm trying to keep entertained. I'm still intending on posting today. Still want to do it right now; but I'm probably going to be interrupted again.

In short, my post may take a bit longer.

@Jensoman No biggie, I understand.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

@tex I do apologize for my slow posting. I do have a job outside of the Guild, however, and it tends to take a lot out of me, not to mention my personal issues that are currently going on. So I can't really promise I'll post faster-- not unless things fix themselves, and even then, I still have to work my job which is being more demanding of me than what they pay (adding more stress onto me, which is making me feel tired, worn out, and lethargic in general). However, I'm still going to post here as often as I can, and since today and tomorrow are my days off, I should be able to do more than I have in the past week.

So, I'm gonna post now! Sorry for the delay.

Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

Posted. Sorry for the late response x.x

Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

Simon took a long pull from the glass of water, his eyes dead set on the bartender. The information was good, but it was merely a rumor. If the man was indeed at Happy Times Chapel, he would soon be gone before he could hear of another sighting. However, after recalling the man's motif and harmless appearance, Simon began to see a pattern. No one would ever suspect a clergyman, he thought, especially for the folk who were too dimwitted to realize that the man was a criminal. Or, perhaps he was a legitimate preacher-man who just became rotten to the core...

The bounty hunter shrugged, quickly losing interest in the man's story and focusing more on refilling his coffers. After all, a wanted man was a wanted man and nothing in this world would change his mind. "Ain't no rest for the wicked," Simon snickered, rising from his chair after downing the entire glass of water in a long pull. "Get me another, bartender," Simon commanded. He would forget about the bounty the other two were gaining for; there was no point in splitting the bounty and there was no point in killing them both. He would rather not have his own head on the Bounty Board, for that matter. Not that it would matter, for if anyone came after him, he would just kill them and hunt down the man who made him a criminal.

It also wouldn't do for Jackal's Crypt to discover that he was still alive...

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Sorry! I'll post later. I just got done closing the store and I'm quite exhausted... it's been one Hell of a day. So when I wake up, I'll give you guys a post.

Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

Simon immediately took note of a particular bounty: Mourner Muldoon, worth 250 Hds. Without a second thought, he tore the poster from the wall, folding it into the inner pocket of his duster. The smell of alcohol suddenly became very rich, however, and Simon turned slightly to take notice of him. The old man was trying to steal away a great opportunity from him by speaking the younger two individuals. Information about Abner Hogan. Jackpot, the Bounty Hunter thought. As the two walked towards a table, Simon feigned apathy as he walked away to the bar. He would keep his attention on them, but for the mean time...

"Bartender," he began, his voice a dark and raspy baritone. "A tall glass of water." Simon slammed 5 Hds onto the table. "And a little extra if ye can tell me anythin' 'bout one Mourner Muldoon." He added, his lips twitching into something akin to a smile.

Good thing I have my ears open, otherwise I might have to worry 'bout my finances.