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GM: You leave. GM: She puts her head on your shoulder. GM: Where to now? GM: You stroll around the really small town, the covered wagon that makes deliveries and pickups is still there, its unnattended now though. Preacher: ((Hmmm...)) GM: :) GM: She smiles, "You still haven't told me how long you'd be in town..." Preacher: "I still don't know." GM: She half smiles, half frowns, stairing at you. "Ok..." Preacher: "What's wrong?" GM: "Nothing." Preacher: "I need to take care of some things, I won't be long." GM: "Alright, I'll be back home." GM: She kisses you and walks over. GM: You walk towards the covered wagons. GM: No movement from within, and nobody around. GM: You'd have to climb into it to tap one. GM: You get into the back. GM: You tap on the crate. It sounds like a fingernail being struck really lightly against a box made out of wood.
 * Preacher takes her for an afternoon walk.
 * Preacher walks her back home, "Joan, may I stay at your place again tonight?"
 * Preacher smiles.
 * Preacher heads back to the covered wagon.
 * Preacher taps on a crate.
 * Preacher pauses, making sure he's alone and tries to climb in as quietly as possible.
 * Preacher taps on a crate.
 * Preacher knocks louder after listening for movement outside.

Preacher rolled -+ 16 6 +- Result -> 18

GM: You hear something rattle around inside after knocking on it, it sounds like something inside shifted, but because of the tapping, not because it moved under its own power. Preacher: ((Can i make it out?)) GM: Not really, it sounded pretty heavy, though.

Preacher rolled -+ 17 7 +- Result -> 19

GM: You hear someone behind you. GM: It's a tall indian male. EvanSB: "Hello there." Preacher: "What do you want?" EvanSB: "I was wondering if you might have need of a tracker?" Preacher: "..." EvanSB: "I haven't been around people lately, need a little companionship." Preacher: "Why would I need a tracker?" EvanSB: "I don't know, I was just wondering if you might need one." EvanSB: "I have other skills as well." EvanSB: "Though it appears you don't need a gunfighter." EvanSB: "Why is it that... you wear a priest's clothing and a gunbelt?" Preacher: "Because God won't save you from a bullet no matter how hard you pray." EvanSB: "I see." Preacher: "There's a tavern not far from here, maybe you can find someone there." EvanSB: "I just came from there, but thanks for the suggestion." EvanSB: "Good day, then." Preacher: "You here with Leaping Wolf?" EvanSB: "I don't know anyone by that name." Preacher: "Good day, then." GM: You mount your horse. GM: Preacher, you find out no more new knowledge by examining the crates now then you did before. Preacher: ((Are they nailed shut?)) GM: Yep. GM: You pass Herb on your way in, he tells you a 'man came looking for you'. Preacher: "Who?" GM: "Some big fat guy. He reeked like BO." Preacher: "Bad teeth?" GM: "Yeah" Preacher: "What'd he want?" GM: "He said he wanted to talk to you." Preacher: "Did he say where he was going?" GM: "No, after I told him you weren't here he banged on my counter and stormed outside." Preacher: "Thank you. I'll be checking out now." GM: "Already?" GM: You find your room trashed, everything strewn about. Preacher: ((Was the door broken in?)) GM: Nope, the window was. Preacher: ((Do i smell...beer and puke and tobacco?)) GM: No. GM: You look under the bed and... GM: EEK a mouse! GM: It runs off. GM: You see a fat, beerstained man, (not Barney) running off. GM: It's Barney's fat beerstained man from last night. GM: He's running south past the tavern. GM: You see him run by Evan, who just stands there...looking around. Preacher: ((Is he within hearing distance?)) GM: Yeah...but I wouldnt count on Evan ACTING...:P GM: He just stands there...looking foolish. Preacher: ((How did he get down? Any way I could follow quickly?)) GM: He apparently jumped. In the broken glass on the street there is quite a bit of blood, plus he runs really slow, but thats most likely due to his obesity than any kind of injury. GM: Gonna use the door, or the window? GM: You get outside, Herb watches you and shrugs. You see him still running, not getting much further than he was when you were in the room, you can hear him panting from here, and he is almost limping and holding his stomache. GM: You bolt after him, he looks back, shrieks and starts to run again, but soon collapses. GM: You catch up to him, he is panting, and vomiting. Preacher: "You should have listened to Barney." GM: "Wha...#pant wheeze#" Preacher: "It's not kind to break into a man's room and trash his things." Preacher: ((Is he on his hands and knees?)) GM: No, he's on his fat back. Preacher: "What were you lookin' for?" GM: His feet loll around in the air looking like a wounded turtle. GM: He reaches for something in his pocket. Preacher: "Careful, boy." GM: "....." Preacher: "Just move slow." GM: He starts to laugh, then quickly rolls around on his side, obviously thinking he could get away, he moves at an amazingly slow rate though. GM: As he is bent over trying to center his weight to his feet so he can run, his enormous buttcrack hangs out at you like two pigs fighting over milk duds. GM: You kick him over, he falls and eats some sand, obviously not under his own will. He coughs. Preacher: "I didn't tell you to get up." Preacher: "What's in your pocket?" GM: "This!" GM: He reaches in his pocket again and pulls out nothing at all but his fist. His middle finger sticking up, he waves it at you. GM: You also notice a newspaper fly by in the wind, you also caught the headline, "Scientist Does it Again! With Universal Sign!" GM: "Ow!" GM: He sucks on his beerstained and tobacco stained fingers. Preacher: "What were you looking for in my room? TALK!" GM: "You." Preacher: "So you tore through my things?" GM: "I thought maybe yous' was hidin'!" Preacher: "I already told your friend, I'm just passin' through." GM: "Thats not what Barney says!" Preacher: "I don't care what he says, and you'd better listen to me!" Preacher: "If you see me comin', you turn tail and walk the other way. Do you understand?" GM: "He also says that you'd say that, and you'd be lyin." Preacher: "I'm not here to cause any trouble, and I'd hate to have to hurt you..." Preacher: "Or Barney." GM: "I could beat you in anything, anytime, anyplace...any...where...yeah!" Preacher: "You can't even stay upright when you run." Preacher: "Now GET!" GM: He rolls around on his stomache, and toddles around, trying to get up again. Preacher: "And tell Barney he's barking up the wrong tree." GM: "I'd call it a shaft..." GM: He tries to stand. GM: He makes many grunting, passing gas sounds, panting, heavy breathing, and burping noises. GM: Evan stands in place, almost frozen. GM: He has a glassy stare, and doesnt respond to any external stimuli anymore. A living statue. GM: You go back to the inn. GM: You found your horse is missing, then remember you left him in the stable. Preacher: ((LOL)) GM: (("Where the hell did...oh, thats right!")) GM: You exit the room, Herb looks at you. GM: "Thanks for staying at the wonderful Tiresome Traveler. We thank you for your patronage, and if I find anything stolen, It'll be your ass. Come again." Preacher: "You've got a broken window in there. Barney's friend decided to raid my belongings." Preacher: "Might find him at the tavern sometime." GM: "Oh my...did you kill'im?" Preacher: "No." GM: "Awww nuts." Preacher: "You've got two hands." GM: He looks at his hands, then up at you. GM: "Your powers of deduction are far beyond mine..." GM: ((lol)) GM: (("Your such a pleasure, Herb.")) GM: You leave, Barney's friend is still on the ground, rolling around, his appendages flailing and his head lolling back and forth, and Evan is still a statue, in the same place, his horse has become statuefied by his statuficationess. GM: It sounds much like a large surface of wood being wrapped on. GM: There is no answer. GM: You try the knob, and don't even turn it all the way, the door wasn't completely shut...its pitch black inside. GM: You open the door, there is no response from within.. GM: It's very dark, there are no candles lit, and you don't hear anything. GM: You find a note, scrawled on a napkin. GM: "Im in the bedroom, I want to show you something...-Joan." GM: You see a flickering candlelight from under the door. GM:The deadbolt slides shut after little struggle. GM: You head over there. GM: You hear Joan from inside, shakily she says, "Come in..." Preacher: "Lemme get ready first, I have something special for you too." GM: You can see Joans feet, and another pair behind her--soiled brown boots. GM: Joan: "I really think you should come in here..." Preacher: ((Directly behind her? Or a bit off to the side?)) GM: Directly behind. Preacher: ((Did i shut the shutters this morning?)) GM: Yes. Preacher: "I need a minute, you'll like it...It's what you were asking for." Preacher: ((Where were they in reference to the window?)) GM: Off to the side of it. Preacher: "You ready, Joan?" GM: "Y-y-es.." GM: Joan says, "What are you doing?" Preacher: "Trying to put these on." GM: The door swings inward, crashing against the wall. You see Barney holding a large knife to Joan's throat from behind her, and a gun in the other hand pointed at you. GM: Barney: "I wouldnt do that if I was you." GM: "Put down the shooters." GM: He pulls her backwards, the knife tight up against her throat. Preacher: "Bullets pass through a lot of things, she's not immune." GM: Joan is crying. Preacher: "And if you kill her, you're even more open." GM: "I know how you poked my little cunt..." He puts the gun and knife in the same hand, then puts his hand down over her groin. GM: Barney: "A coward, eh? Dat what I am?" Preacher: "Depends on how you handle yourself." GM: He licks Joans cheek. "She was mine ya know. You should never have come here." GM: Joan's face shows obvious disgust. Preacher: "I wasn't lookin' for trouble, but you sure found yourself a whole lot of it." GM: "You shouldn't 'ave fucked with me prize!" Preacher: "Then let's settle this, in the street." Preacher: "On the draw, winner gets the prize." Preacher: "Loser goes to a shallow grave." GM: Joan tries to shake her head the best she can without cutting herself on Barney's sharp knife. Preacher: "It's alright, Joan." Preacher: "What do you say, Barney?" GM: Barney: "How 'bout dis proposal..." GM: "How 'bout I kill you's right now, den take de prize for myself, den t'row 'er out tamarra mornin?" GM: He laughs. Preacher: ((Open shot?)) GM: You could shoot him in the head, or the arms, or a part of his side that flabbed out. Preacher: ((Is the knife still to her throat?)) GM: Yes, but its not touching her. Preacher: ((Closed his eyes when he laughed?)) GM: Yep. GM: She hits the floor, grabbing Barney's arm as she does so, and knocking the knife away, Barney immediately stops laughing and points his gun at you. GM: "One ting..." GM: "You don..." #BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM# GM: Your shots him twice in the waist, once in the chest, and once in the arm. GM: He flies backwards into the table knocking it over and the candle hits the floor. GM: It's on the other side of the room, you don't get to it. Joan struggles to her feet, and grabs at you. GM: Fire quickly starts to spread, considering this house is made entirely out of wood, has a thin layer of sawdust on the floor, and the fact that Barney spread lamp oil everywhere. GM: ((Joan's wearing a white nightgown now, BTW.)) GM: You jump outside, you see other buildings catching fire too, this blaze gets very big as soon as you escape, the most people you've seen in a week are no flocking into the streets, all 27 of them. GM: You stand there, Joan says hastily, "Put me down! quick!" GM: #BANG# You feel a sharp pain in your lower leg and fall to the ground, Barney's fat fuck of a friend comes up and looks down at you, and is about to say something clever when Joan immediately grabs a burning two by four, and imbeds the rusty nails into the side of his skull. GM: Joan looks at him, drops the two by four on him, and spits at him, then looks at you and bends down at your side, stroking your brow. GM: It's not a bad wound, it basically grazed you in the lower calf, Barney's dead friend should get some target practice. GM: His head basically implodes with a huge dent at the base a large gaping wound, if it wasn't for this guy's fatness, you couldn't recognize him. Preacher: "Help me up..." GM: She grabs you and tries to help you stand, you can walk on your leg, but it hurts. GM: People are screaming and crying, and fires are breaking out, and lots of people are going nutso. Charlie approaches you. GM: Charlie: "What the hell happend?!" Preacher: "Your friend Barney tried to kill me and rape Joan. He died." GM: Charlie: "We gotta get out of here, we're takin' the survivors out on the covered wagon, hurry up." GM: Joan says, "He started a fire too." She touches your hand and looks at you. "I'll get your horse..." GM: Joan hurries off, raising her gown to run, she stumbles on some of the cobblestones, not wearing any shoes. Preacher: ((Damn, stuck with the virgin.)) GM: ((She ain't a virign no more!)) Preacher: ((Ching.)) GM: She runs into the stables, moments later your horse comes running out and away from the fire. Followed by Joan on a dark black steed, she rides like a professional, spurring up. You hear the loud crack of a whip, and an ominous whistling from over the praire, you also hear some maniac who apparently likes fire yell "YAAA-HOOO" which echoes through the desert night. GM: You climb on, Joan rides along side you, "Thank you," she mouths, and you see a bunch of people climbing into the covered wagon. GM: "I lost all my clothes..." Preacher: "We can get you new ones." GM: She rides along behind you, "Where to, stranger?" Preacher: "Can't go far in the night." Preacher: "And I'll have some unfinished business in the morning." GM: You start heading north. GM: Joan looks at you watching the town. "You know, my mother always said, 'dont look back'..." Preacher: "We have to camp here." Preacher: "It'll most likely be out by morning, then I have some business to take care of." GM: "You're going back there??" Preacher: "We can leave by mid-morning." Preacher: "Maybe before." GM: "If you dont mind the treasure hunting thieves, and the desert predators that smell the rotting meat, then yes, it's perfectly safe..." Preacher: "Would you rather a charred cadaver chasing you accross the desert?" GM: "I'd rather have some clothes..." GM: She looks at them, shrugs, then gets off her horse. "How do we set up camp?" Preacher: ((What time is it?)) GM: 10:58 pm. GM: She stumbles into the pants, tucking 60% of her nightgown into them to make it look like a fucked up shirt. GM: "How do we secure our horses?" Preacher: "Train them." GM: She frowns, and ties the reigns to a cactus. GM: You set up the rest of camp, and have a little to eat. Then bring a whole new degree to "desert heat" and go to sleep. GM: She smiles at you, then cuddles close.
 * Preacher turns, hand going to his Peacemaker.
 * Preacher has his duster drawn back and his right hand on the butt of his six-shooter.
 * Preacher is a handsome, 6'1" tall human male with a lean, muscular build of about 175 pounds. He wears a dark brown, rawhide leather duster over long sleeved black clericals complete with white collar. Twin leather gunbelts hang from his hips, criss-crossing above his groin, creaking ever-so-often when he moves. He has hard, chiseled features and dark, piercing eyes. His short, ash brown hair is well groomed and his skin has a healthy olive t
 * Preacher keeps his palm lightly touching the butt of his Peacemaker, staring at the man.
 * EvanSB is 5'11", looks indian, has on a hat, a duster, pants, shirt, gunbelt with one quickdraw holster on the right and a normal holster on the right, and an indian chestplate on his chest. He has long brown hair and brown eyes.
 * EvanSB ponders why a priest has guns on....
 * Preacher continues to regard the indian.
 * EvanSB speaks slowly and with a slight accent.
 * Preacher moves his head slightly in a 'no' gesture.
 * Preacher replies with a slight nod of his head.
 * Preacher nods, the rest of his body not moving an inch.
 * EvanSB goes to where his horse is tethered and mounts him.
 * Preacher goes back to examining the crates, moving more quickly.
 * Preacher hops out of the wagon after checking the all clear and heads to the inn to retrieve his pile o' crap.
 * EvanSB canters off.
 * Preacher nods.
 * Preacher heads to his room without another word.
 * Preacher checks under the bed.
 * Preacher checks outside the window, gun drawn and hammer cocked back.
 * Preacher yells to Evan, "GRAB HIM!"
 * Preacher drops the hammer on his pistol down and slides it into the holster.
 * Preacher gives chase.
 * Preacher bolts out the doorway and down the stairs.
 * Preacher runs through the lobby and into the street, giving chase to the fat man.
 * Preacher chases him down.
 * Preacher runs up on him, standing and watching him.
 * Preacher puts his hand on the butt of his Peacemaker.
 * Preacher kicks him over.
 * Preacher pushes him back over with a bootheel on his ribs.
 * Preacher still has his fingers lingering on the butt of his shooting iron.
 * Preacher slaps his arm down with his free hand.
 * Preacher leaves him there, walking back to the inn, but listening to any quick moves the fat boy decides to make.
 * Preacher looks at the indian as he comes by, "Thanks for the help."
 * Preacher heads back into the inn.
 * Preacher walks up to his room and reassembles his things, looking for anything stolen.
 * Preacher looks out his window at Joan's for a few moments, then picks up his load and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
 * Preacher walks out the door, leaving the man to rot.
 * Preacher watches the street for any unwelcome arrivals as he walks to Joan's.
 * Preacher knocks on Joan's door.
 * Preacher tries the knob.
 * Preacher sidesteps and pushes it open with his foot, allowing time for his eyes to adjust.
 * Preacher steps in slowly, placing his stuff on the table next to the door.
 * Preacher slides his armload o' crap onto the table, scanning the interior of the house and listening.
 * Preacher moves through the house as quiet as he can, listening and watching all the time.
 * Preacher reads it.
 * Preacher looks toward the bedroom door.
 * Preacher backtracks to the front door, closing and locking it so no one gets in....or out.
 * Preacher moves toward the bedroom, pistol drawn.
 * Preacher stands beside the door, and knocks softly.
 * Preacher lowers himself to the floor and looks under the door, keeping back a ways.
 * Preacher looks for more than just Joan's feet.
 * Preacher holds his pistols at the ready and kicks the door inward with all his might.
 * Preacher has his pistols leveled at Barney.
 * Preacher keeps his guns leveled, "You're a coward, Barney. Leave the girl out of this and let's take it to the street."
 * Preacher watches for an opening.
 * Preacher looks Joan dead in the eye and cocks his head to the side in a "move" motion.
 * Preacher opens fire into him, squeezing out four shots in rapid succession.
 * Preacher bolts in, moving for the candle.
 * Preacher holsters his pistols and moves to Joan.
 * Preacher grabs her up and bolts out of the house, throwing his pile o' crap out into the street as well.
 * Preacher stands there, holding Joan in his arms.
 * Preacher gently sets her down.
 * Preacher grunts and falls, gritting his teeth.
 * Preacher sits up and looks at her.
 * Preacher pulls his fully-loaded Peacemaker and shoots him in his skull.
 * Preacher stands and looks at everything going down around him.
 * Preacher nods and scoops up his pile o' crap.
 * Preacher follows her after he's gathered his worldy belongings.
 * Preacher takes his horse's reigns and quickly secures the bedroll to it.
 * Preacher grunts and mounts the horse, favoring his unwounded leg.
 * Preacher rides.
 * Preacher rides out of the opposite end of town from which he entered.
 * Preacher rides about 3/4 of a mile out of town, halting his horse and turning it to face the burning city.
 * Preacher looks at her, "When the fires out."
 * Preacher reloads his pistols, replacing the empty cartridges with fresh rounds, watching the blaze.
 * Preacher digs through his bedroll, pulling out a pair of black pants and riding up beside her.
 * Preacher hands them to her, "Might need some rope for a belt."
 * Preacher gets off his horse and begins setting up camp, building a fire.
 * Preacher pats his horse on the snout and pulls his bedroll off the back.
 * Preacher breaks out the trail rations...
 * Preacher watches the blazing town as he holds Joan, wondering where he'll go from here.