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| Kamidio | Sep 16 2012, 01:19 AM Post #1 |
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---~~~17 years ago~~~--- A long wagon train barreled down a dusty trail. The sounds of horses and people alike showed that the group was very much alive and bustling with activity. However, just out of their sight waited several natives. One lookout signed to the rest. They all proceeded to move into their positions around the rocky canyon. A larger native with a set of bison horns, red war paints, thick body hair, and flaming ankles looked over the wagon train. "Sky Eye, you may go back to the rest of the party. I shall oversee the destruction of this group of Pale Faced Men." Sky eye nodded, and rushed to his position. "For the ancestors, Smoke Bison." "For the ancestors." Bison rumbled out as he stepped to the edge of the rocky cliff. -~~~~~~- "Ma! Ma! Kin Ah hold him!? Please? Ah'm his big brother, so he's gotta learn it's always gonna be safe when I'm around! Please?" A young boy of four with a thick Missouri Ozarks accent practically vibrated the whole wagon from the way he fidgeted in his seat. A bunch of dark brown hair covered part of his face, but it was easy to tell he had freckles and a light tan from spending time in the sun. His mother looked down at him. "Alright, but be gentle. Hold him like this." His mother demonstrated before passing her newborn child to her firstborn. "Gotta support his head, Barry. He's fragile, like peach wrapped in a beam of sunshine." The boy stared in wonder at the bright eyed baby before him. "Hi there Vic. Ah'm Barry, yer big brother. Ah'm not gonna let anythin' hurt ya." The baby responded to this by grabbing at Barry's nose. -~~~~~~- Bison stomped a foot, and the canyon walls came falling down in a shower of lava and stone. Molten rock and boulders fell upon the wagon train, a wave of dust filling the air, blocking all view. But from the cries of the men and horse, Bison could tell he'd succeeded in wiping out the wagon train. As the dust settled, however, he could see an orb of whirling wind and stone near the middle of where the rocks had created a new set of strata. The wind stopped and the flying rocks fell. Tension filled the air as Bison approached the hole in the rock. The parts where the rock hadn't solidified failed to burn him. As he got closer to the hole, the thick tension was cut by the cries of an infant and a young boy. "Hello!? Anybody!?" Bison rushed to the hole. Inside were a pair of children. One no older than four, and a newborn. While his order from the chief was to kill the entire wagon train, the ancestors had clearly let these two live for a reason. The chief would understand that higher authorities were at work here. But his tribe's involvement had to remain a secret. "Hello, Pale Face children. I am Smoke Bison. My tribe heard the rockfall, and sent me to help." The boy readily believed the lie. "Here, let me get you out of there." Bison reached in and grabbed the boy by the back of his shirt, lifting him and his brother out with ease. "Thanks, Mister Bison." Barry looked about. "Where's Ma and Pa?" Bison looked down. It broke his heart. Of all the people he'd have to explain death to, it had to be a child. "They were killed by the rocks. You two are the only survivors from the collapse." -~~~The Present~~~- The sound of a nail being driven into a wall through paper attracted a few of the townsfolk to the police station. The gathered people all stared at the new bounty poster in a mixture of horror and awe. ========= Wanted Alive Silias O'Hare Serial Killer Reward: $500 ========= The people looked back as the sound of spurs clicking on the ground came closer. The smell of cigar smoke and gunpowder wafted into the shaded porch. The tinks and clicks stopped right at the steps. At the top of the steps stood a man about five foot ten. A foot soldier's cap sat atop his head, covering his face in a dark black shadow. But the hat was no sign of his allegence, as it was neither blue nor grey, but a dark black. His eyes seemed to glowed ominously from the shadow. His mouth had stubble around it, with the hairs shifting between black and red, like burning embers. A long coat, a set of black pants, and dark leather boots were the only other major features, besides the long, heavy looking case he carried on his back, nearly a third bigger than him. "Didn't your parents ever tell you it's rude to stare?" The man walked forward, the people making a path for him to approach the poster. Snatching it off the wall, he read it over thouroughly. Pulling his cigar away from his mouth, he breathed a toxic smoke onto the paper, causing it to burn up. Knocking on the side of the police station, the man leaned in through the door and stared at the sheriff. "I'll take the Silias O'Hare bounty." The aged sheriff took out a registration form. "Alright, son. Who am I signing this form for?" "I can sign fine, thank you." The man strolled in and snatched the pen. He signed the paper and walked right out, placing the pen back into the cup it had been stored in. The people watched as the dark man walked away, to the local saloon. The sheriff pulled up his reading glasses as he looked over the name on the paper. "It's him..." His hand trembled and the paper fell. "It's El Gringo!" |
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| urufumarukai | Sep 16 2012, 01:26 AM Post #2 |
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It's really well written, may I ask what it is? |
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Henry you dick! Mr. Hands "Am I boring? Depends, do you like watching documentaries about 19th and 18th century warfare, having complicated feelings about bismark and crying over the film of winston churchill putting flowers on FDR's grave. If so then I'm so fucking boring. " | |
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| dialforthedevil | Sep 16 2012, 03:39 AM Post #3 |
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Yeah this is pretty damn awesome! |
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| trex841 | Sep 16 2012, 07:41 AM Post #4 |
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Muh, show me Steamboat Man-X and Steam punk Ellie, then I’ll be impressed. “You sound egotistical, you know that right?” I can’t help it. I want to see it. “At least say something nice about the story.” Fine. Um…What is dark black? Black is always dark. If it were light, it would be gray. “I said nice thing.” Alright, alright. There was that tribesmen are the beginning. His name sounded familiar. Mister Bison. Mister B. M. Bison AH! Man-X, you have to close that thing, who knows what will walk through! “Sorry” |
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| Kamidio | Sep 16 2012, 09:35 AM Post #5 |
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Don't know who all the characters are? Silias O'Hare Bison, Barry, Vic And a hint as to who El Gringo is. |
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| trex841 | Sep 16 2012, 10:00 AM Post #6 |
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I was just poking fun at the name. And no one needs a clue at who El Gringo is. The character isn't subtle enough to not be noticed. |
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| Kamidio | Sep 16 2012, 10:19 AM Post #7 |
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So you all managed to guess that El Gringo is actually an older character and has little relation to Blood? |
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| dialforthedevil | Sep 16 2012, 01:28 PM Post #8 |
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Wait which one of my characters is Silias O'Hare? |
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| Kamidio | Sep 16 2012, 01:31 PM Post #9 |
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Iks. |
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| Kamidio | Sep 16 2012, 07:22 PM Post #10 |
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---~~~Chapter One: The Great Train Robbery~~~--- A large train chugged huge amounts of smoke into the cold night air. The full moon still glowed through the dark cloud, and lit the way for travellers of all sorts. A few brays could be heard within the night. Dark black horses with vile red eyes appeared out of the desert on both sides of the track, forming a great herd ready to smash into the iron horse. Standing at an isolated train station only a few miles away, a black stagecoach and her driver, a skeletal man in a vest and derby cap, waited for said train. According to the day's paper, it was supposed to be a typical train, with a few extra safe cars. A gleam of silver caught his attention. He turned to look at the newcomer. His stubble smouldered like coals. "Ah, El Gringo. What a pleasant surprise! It warms these bones knowing you'll be assisting me tonight." The man's glowing eyes narrowed. "Cut the introductions, Mister Nightcoachman. I have no intent of robbing any trains today. I'm here to escort a pretty young lady and catch a criminal." The skeleton pouted with what little skin he had. "Oh, you don't even want to go back even a little? I'll give you a cut of the cash!" "No deal. I make my own laws. Now count yourself lucky that your bounty hasn't been posted yet and shut your your trap, or I'll send in all the dirt I have on you." "Oh, my poor bones are shaking!" The Nightcoachman mocked fear a El Gringo. Even though the guy had enough dirt to bury the skeleton, he had just as much dirt on the man without a land. "So who's your escort? What's the gal's occupation and such?" "She's a scientist. Pretty rare, but I find tha-" The Nightcoachman let out a hollow guffaw. "A woman? Working as a doctor? Why, That's is just the most absurd thing I've heard in all my years! Little girl should learn her place and stay back at home; make some man happy!" A set of boots clanked onto the platform. A Georgian accent piped up from behind El Gringo. " Now who should be learnin' about her place?" The Nightcoachman answered. "The little lady El Gringo here is escorting. She should be workin' over a stove, not thinking." El Gringo placed a thirty-shot revolving shotgun up in the skeleton's face. There was no stock. The gun fromed directly out of the man's hand. "Say one more bad word about my wife, and you'll be nothing but corn fertlizer." Nightcoach took a finger and pointed the double barrels away from his face. "El Gringo, I never took you for the type to settle down and have a family. I trust you'll forgive my harsh words?" El Gringo responded by pointing the barrels back at his head and imitated the sound of a gunshot perfectly. "AH!" Nightcoach ducked, covering his face with his hands and cowering. "That's what I thought. Now hush your mouth, or I'll scatter you from here to Texas." El Gringo turned to the woman who'd arrived. She wore greasy oil stain clothing. She had a few extra gadjets and gizmos made from gears and powered by steam. "Hello, sunshine. How was work?" "Excellent, hun. That clock tower should run good and long. I'd give it about ten years before it'll need a check-up." The scientist woman leaned in to observe her husbands gun arm. Looking it over closely, she sighed. "Hun, please stop over workin' your arm. You know you can't afford to have it jam up in a shootout." Grabbing El Gringo's shoulder, she twisted and jostled the fore arm until the entire thing came loose. The sleeve went limp as the woman pulled out a large brass and steel arm. "I'm gonna be up all night trying to fix that jam again." The sound of crashing hooves grew louder as the sound of train whistle screamed through the night. "Well, so long Mister and Missus El Gringo! This would be my robbery!" *CRACK* "Hyah! Get moving boys! You're not going to get fed if you don't get me to that train!" The Nichtcoachman's horses took off, the dust trail behind them turning into twin trails of black fire. "Hyah!" "Hun, are you just gonna let him rob that train?" "Yes." El Gringo gripped his heat as his own gun barrel impacted with his skull. "Ow!" "Hun, you better stop that robbery or I'll wring your neck!" "Yes dear." El Gringo jumped from the platform and onto the tracks. From his legs sprouted a set a train wheels covered in cog blades. The cogs tore into the ground and ripped up the desert soil, pushing El Gringo along the rails and to the train at high speeds. A set of pistons launched El Gringo onto the roof of the engine. He'd beaten Nightcoach to the train, but now he'd have to defend the safe cars on his own. As Nightcoach approached, El Gringo made his way the back of the train. The safe car were normally at the middle, so he'd have an easy time just getting there via jumping. "Living easy, living free. Train ticket on a one-way ride. Asking nothing, leave me be." The train shook as the twin herds of dark horses collided with the sides of the train. El Gringo tucked and rolled, sliding off of the side of the train. Grabbing at an open window, he hauled himself into the train with his single arm. Surprised passengers rushed away from the booth he'd landed in, trying to get as far away as possible from the impending fight. El Gringo sighed as he picked himself up and kept moving to the bank cars. "Taking everything in my stride. Don't need reason, don't need rhyme, ain't nothing I would rather do-" *PWANG* A gunshot ricocheted off of a wall and over El Gringo's head. El Gringo rooled behind a booth and scanned for his attacker. On the other side of the empty car stood a man with scraggly stubble all over his neck, a white bandana, and the clothes of a rancher, only bleach to the whitest of whites, with a red lightning bolt bent into a 'v' shape insignia patched onto several parts of his attire. "Going down, train's mine. Name's Quickdraw Vic, frieght's mine fool!" Another gun shot took El Gringo's cap off, revealing short red hair that matched his stubble. He pulled out his own revolver, a custom, and spun the chambers. Instead of slowing down, they built up speed and began spewing smoke. He fired off a shot at Vic, unleashing a bast of flame that blinded the bandit and allowed Elgringo to make his way to another car. "I'm on the railway from hell! No stop signs, speed limit!" Vic rushed El Gringo and tackled him to the floor. "Nobody's gonna slow me down!" Nightcoach jumped into the car, holding out a set of black revolvers. "Like a wheel, gonna spin it! Nobody's gonna mess me round!" Vic looked to the skeleton, which El Gringo used to smack him in the head with his pistol and kkick him off of himself. "Hail Satan, payed my dues!" El Gringo fired another pair of flaming rounds off, before making his way too the door to guard the safe cars. A blind shot through the smoke cut off the music, somehow. 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| urufumarukai | Sep 17 2012, 10:15 PM Post #11 |
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Fakey I'm seriously digging this, can wait for Demetri who I can only imagine is Django |
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Henry you dick! Mr. Hands "Am I boring? Depends, do you like watching documentaries about 19th and 18th century warfare, having complicated feelings about bismark and crying over the film of winston churchill putting flowers on FDR's grave. If so then I'm so fucking boring. " | |
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