Deadlands Part I - Riding Out

Fourier

It was April 26th, in the year of our lawd eighteen hundred and eighty one. The desert heat was rising all throughout the great territory of Arizona. When it gets that hot, folks get riled some, but it ain't folks you had to worry about. No, the old Sonoran, she was hidin' varmints the likes of which you don't ever want to meet.

Back then, you came to Arizona, you took the old Bayou Vermilion rail out of El Paso and your first stop would have been Tombstone. And, unless you were the cheap sort, your first stop in Tombstone would have been the Oriental Saloon on First Street.

And I tell it true, it's there that the first two heroes in our tale met, seated watching the same poker game. Good old rough and ready George 'Reed' Edlington and the able inventor Silas Kirby....

OOC: George and Silas bit of banter twixt ye, you're watching a game where one guy is clearly winning.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SIizvT5Bk8

sKeith

OOC: what sort of stakes are they playing for, is it cents and dimes or is there silver on the table?

Necro

Reed bites the top off one of his cigars and spits the piece in his mouth on the floor, before striking a match off the wooden floor and lighting it.

He looks at Silas.

'Howdy. In town long?'

Fourier

OOC: Cents and Dimes

sKeith

Necrominus wrote: »

Reed bites the top off one of his cigars and spits the piece in his mouth on the floor, before striking a match off the wooden floor and lighting it.

He looks at Silas.

'Howdy. In town long?'

"Just arrived in today, you know how to play this game they are playing?"

Fourier

The saloon doors swing open and Lysette Koulevla walks in.

The odd gentleman looks up, Tombstone is getting stranger sorts passing through lately. All return to their beers.

Lysette sees that most of the saloon is gathered around the card game.

Banjo

Lysette struts over to the table, scratching a match to life off the brim of her top hat, the deftly swapping it for the cigar in Reed's mouth. As the smoke billows out of her mouth she inquires
"Whatgwanan? Ya playfuh kach er sumtin entressin?"

Ooc : It turns out there is such a thing as watching too much rastamouse.

Necro

Reed gets to his feet angrily.

'Hey, rasta-bitch - that's my cigar!'

He snatches it back, the glint of his brass knuckles on one hand as he does so and inhales, before exhaling a huge puff of smoke in her face.

He shrugs and throws the cigar at her.

'Have it, I prefer this anyways.'

He takes out a tin of chewing tobacco, chews wildly and spits into the bucket on the floor.

'Bullseye!'

Banjo

Her eyes roll back in their sockets and she tips her hat, saying
"Thankin' yuh kindly!"
in a deep southern drawl.
Her eyes snap back, she smiles, bows and sashays to the bar.

Necro

sKeith wrote: »

"Just arrived in today, you know how to play this game they are playing?"

Reed turns back to Silas.

'Ayuh.. they be playin' poker boy! Don't tell me yuh never played poker? You should join 'em, beginner's luck an'all....

I didn't catch yer name?'

He eyes the rasta bowing at the bar warily. He needs to keep his temper in check... for now, at least.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Her eyes roll back in their sockets and she tips her hat, saying
"Thankin' yuh kindly!"
in a deep southern drawl.
Her eyes snap back, she smiles, bows and sashays to the bar.

The bartender smiles as she approaches.

"Howdy Mam, Ned Boyle at yer service. What ya havin today?"

sKeith

Necrominus wrote: »

Reed turns back to Silas.

'Ayuh.. they be playin' poker boy! Don't tell me yuh never played poker? You should join 'em, beginner's luck an'all....

I didn't catch yer name?'

He eyes the rasta bowing at the bar warily. He needs to keep his temper in check... for now, at least.

"Poker, thats the one where your cards have toadd up to 21, right..."

"The names Kirby. What do people call you?"

Necro

sKeith wrote: »

"Poker, thats the one where your cards have toadd up to 21, right..."

"The names Kirby. What do people call you?"

Reed guffaws.

'21? What land did they find yuh in boy? Lemme guess, you're one of them there inventor types? Head in the clouds and never watchin' where they walk? Ayuh, I'd be reckonin' that of yuh alright.

Names George. Reed to muh friends. Tryin' to decide if you're one of em yet or not.

What brings yuh to Tombstone anyhap?'

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

The bartender smiles as she approaches.

"Howdy Mam, Ned Boyle at yer service. What ya havin today?"

"Bonjou mesye Ned! Da blans wat chu bacca, him want by mi rum - howma gun say no t'dat?"

Fourier

Boyle looks askance at Lysette.

"I take it you want rum miss?"

sKeith

Necrominus wrote: »

Reed guffaws.

'21? What land did they find yuh in boy? Lemme guess, you're one of them there inventor types? Head in the clouds and never watchin' where they walk? Ayuh, I'd be reckonin' that of yuh alright.

Names George. Reed to muh friends. Tryin' to decide if you're one of em yet or not.

What brings yuh to Tombstone anyhap?'

"Wouldn't want you to get an aneurysm in ur noggin' there ol chap, so i'll just call you georgie.

I came out west in search of the gold and maybe some land to call my own.

Just be stoppin thru Tombstone."

Fourier

A heavy set of boots step onto the saloon's porch and a man in a broad Stetson walks in.

A few fellers reach for their guns almost on instinct, but relax. He ain't here to kill, least not yet.

Thornbury L Hemp eyes the saloon noticing the gamblin' goin' on.

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

A heavy set of boots step onto the saloon's porch and a man in a broad Stetson walks in.

A few fellers reach for their guns almost on instinct, but relax. He ain't here to kill, least not yet.

Thornbury L Hemp eyes the saloon noticing the gamblin' goin' on.

Thorn looks around summing up the room, seeing if he notices anything about it before he decides. He looks at who is powered who is badass and how he’d leave if it kicks off.
As he looks side to side he strolls in he whips off his long leather duster, slings it accross his neck revealing the worn smooth twin handles of peacemakers in well oiled rigs at his side with apache slung (horizontal) 12” Bowie’s nesting in the small of his back.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Boyle looks askance at Lysette.

"I take it you want rum miss?"

"Kisaki pwobleme? Ya wani pahley wit dem subtitles?"
She makes pantomime gestures towards Reed, then at herself and finally the drinky drinky signal. Very slowly she draws an invisible line at chest level and chants slowly
"Laffin...bouy... biyin... mi... rum..."

Ooc : referring of course to cartoons in popular periodicals

Fourier

OOC:

Chips:
Thornbury: 2 White, 1 Red
George: 3 White
Lysette: 3 White
Silas: 1 White, 1 Red, 1 Blue

Necro

Reed eyes the new entrant to the bar.

'Pfft, I could take him.'

He looks up at the rasta woman playing charades.

'Barkeep, she wants a rum, an' that new boy there is payin' for it!'

Fourier

Thornbury eyes the bar subtly. He clocks George as a possible treat. Two members of Baron Vermilion's enforcement gang sit in the saloon as well. They're known as the Cowboy gang, used to be outlaws before Vermilion saw fit to hire them.

Necro

sKeith wrote: »

"Wouldn't want you to get an aneurysm in ur noggin' there ol chap, so i'll just call you georgie.

I came out west in search of the gold and maybe some land to call my own.

Just be stoppin thru Tombstone."

'Gold boy? Now yuh have me interested. But if you're gonna survive in the West boy, you're gonna need to know the rules...'

Reed explains the game of poker to Silas.

'And don't call me Georgie boy. I've killed men for less.'

Tigger

Necrominus wrote: »

Reed eyes the new entrant to the bar.

'Pfft, I could take him.'

He looks up at the rasta woman playing charades.

'Barkeep, she wants a rum, an' that new boy there is payin' for it!'

Thorn snorts and throws a card (just a card ) at Reed. You seem fun he says (not a trace of humour on his stones visage ( cast conceal arcane on self and hold while we are in company)

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

Thornbury eyes the bar subtly. He clocks George as a possible treat. Two members of Baron Vermilion's enforcement gang sit in the saloon as well. They're known as the Cowboy gang, used to be outlaws before Vermilion saw fit to hire them.

Ook knowledge who is vermillion

Tigger

Bar keep three rums one for my new friend and one for the Cat in the hat

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

Ook knowledge who is vermillion

OOC: Railway Baron who owns the line into Tombstone. Suspected of being a Voodoo bokor.

Necro

Tigger wrote: »

Thorn snorts and throws a card (just a card ) at Reed. You seem fun he says (not a trace of humour on his stones visage ( cast conceal arcane on self and hold while we are in company)

Reed steps on the card and scrunches it with his boot. 'You got a problem boy? Or just testin' me for a reaction?'

He walks over to Thorn.

'I like problems. Wanna be one?'

sKeith

Necrominus wrote: »

'Gold boy? Now yuh have me interested. But if you're gonna survive in the West boy, you're gonna need to know the rules...'

Reed explains the game of poker to Silas.

'And don't call me Georgie boy. I've killed men for less.'

Silas is shocked, he say in a very low voice directed only at georgie, "What, you've killed people? Are you an outlaw?"

Fourier

Thornbury's power is pulled into his body, not a trace left in the room. You'd really have to have a gift to sense it now.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Railway Baron who owns the line into Tombstone. Suspected of being a Voodoo bokor.

Ooc : his name is "baron Vermillion", he's not exactly blending into the background...

Necro

sKeith wrote: »

Silas is shocked, he say in a very low voice directed only at georgie, "What, you've killed people? Are you an outlaw?"

Reed turns back.

'Ayuh. I've killed men, women, varmints. I'm the toughest son of a bitch in this tavern!'

Tigger

Boy I just bought you a drink, now if you want to behave like an adult sit back down and drink your drink.
He looks over at Cat ,”you gonna sit with us Miss?”

Tigger

Necrominus wrote: »

Reed turns back.

'Ayuh. I've killed men, women, varmints. I'm the toughest son of a bitch in this tavern!'

Not a flicker on my face but inside I’m howling.

Fourier

Ooc : his name is "baron Vermillion", he's not exactly blending into the background...

OOC: Ha! Baron Vermilion is a shorthand, full name Baron Simone LaCroix, owner of Bayou Vermilion rail.

Necro

Tigger wrote: »

Boy I just bought you a drink, now if you want to behave like an adult sit back down and drink your drink.
He looks over at Cat ,”you gonna sit with us Miss?”

Reed stares at Thorn for a long moment. 'Temper, remember your temper' he internalises.

'Ayuh. Thank yuh for the drink. What's your name boy?'

Tigger

I finish my rum and turn to the barkeep “another for me since this varmint don’t inderstand rounds’”

Tigger

Thornburry, but my friends call me Thorn, since theys all dead I don’t know why I said that. I stare off into the distance, remembering , always remembering.

Fourier

Boyle the bartender quickly brings Thornbury another drink.

"There you are Sir"

Necro

Reed flicks a cigar to Thorn.

'I can't pay yuh back in kind for the drink. Been down on muh luck recently. I can give yuh a smoke though. Got plenty of that for now.'

Necro

'And muh name is George. Reed to muh friends.'

Tigger

Necrominus wrote: »

Reed flicks a cigar to Thorn.

'I can't pay yuh back in kind for the drink. Been down on muh luck recently. I can give yuh a smoke though. Got plenty of that for now.'

Thank you kindly, mam you Gots a light he nods at Cat

Tigger

Necrominus wrote: »

'And muh name is George. Reed to muh friends.'

Pleased to meet you Sir .

Banjo

Lysette waits for one of the gamblers to lean forward to rake in his winnings; she rolls the shot glass across her face with her forearm, tipping it's contents into her mouth and then spinning it off into a corner as she rises from the bar, slides the gamblers chair out while his weight is shifted elsewhere and joins her benefactor.
"Mess mesi! Nah, wata buncha ruffntuffs lyk yisselvs dwan in a town lyk dis?"

sKeith

Silas asks Georgie, "So, which are better, the reds or the blacks?"

Necro

Tigger wrote: »

Pleased to meet you Sir .

'Pleasure is all mine. What brings yuh to Tombstone... Thorn did yuh say?'

Reed extends his left hand to shake with Thorn, still concealing his right under his duster.

Tigger

sKeith wrote: »

Silas asks Georgie, "So, which are better, the reds or the blacks?"

You ask a lot a questions Sir, I'll ask you one in return, is it true the world has changed?
I herd rumor

Necro

sKeith wrote: »

Silas asks Georgie, "So, which are better, the reds or the blacks?"

'Well, we had a sayin' back where I came from. Always bet on black!

Mind you, I don't have too much money right now pardner so take from that what yuh want.'

Tigger

Necrominus wrote: »

'Pleasure is all mine. What brings yuh to Tombstone... Thorn did yuh say?'

Reed extends his left hand to shake with Thorn, still concealing his right under his duster.

Bad luck to shake hands with your left had sir!
only injuns do that

Necro

Tigger wrote: »

Bad luck to shake hands with your left had sir!

Reed nods.

'Ayuh. But yuh don't want me to show yuh what's on muh right hand. Might cause problems fer us here. And I don't feel like problems right now, unless I'm makin' em.'

Tigger

Necrominus wrote: »

Reed nods.

'Ayuh. But yuh don't want me to show yuh what's on muh right hand. Might cause problems fer us here. And I don't feel like problems right now, unless I'm makin' em.'

I take three quick steps back