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[center][u]Location:[/u][/center][center][b]2Fort- Bridge [RED building][/b][/center]
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John grumbled to himself as he leaned against the supporting pole of the bridge’s ramshackle roof. He didn’t like standing idly for as long as he was already, and the missing cigarettes certainly didn’t help. He reached back down, vainly hoping that maybe there was one somewhere in his pouch. His hand brushed against the oversized revolver sitting in its holster. He pulled aside the chamber, revealing one sizable round loaded.

The cowboy felt more at ease now that a familiar weight hung on his belt, but still couldn’t shake Cedar’s resignated face. Her hesitation reminded him of Jack before the boy went hunting, only amplified much worse. Perhaps it came with age, though John could have never afforded such behavior under Dutch. And if she was anything like Jack, maybe some guidance in the future could put her on the right path.

As he was thinking to himself, he noticed the Batter approach him. 


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He gently tapped the side of the bat.

[b]"Be careful what you imply about your existence. Specters are an unholy apparition that distort the world."[/b]

[b]"But for now,"[/b] his voice still echoing and warping like the rim of a half-filled wine glass, [b]"We will remain allies. I am not certain of your true nature just yet, and it would be unwise to start a fight unnecessarily."[/b]

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[color=a0410d]“I didn’t mean to upset you if my fatal experience was somehow, in some way offensive to you, friend.  And I appreciate you being understanding in light of our [i]many[/i] differences. But there was no implying anything, and if it’s right by you and me, I’d rather we don’t dwell on that subject if we don’t have to, and focus our energies on the task at hand.”
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The strange way the Batter conducted himself brought to mind the stranger in black, but his statements definitely felt more clear-cut than the stranger's, albeit more alien.

As more people appeared out near the bridge, John noticed the blue alien standing out by the edge of the pond. As the alien extracted and feasted upon the pond fish, John realized it had been a while since his last meal. He made his way to the shallow part of the pond and pulled out his knife, hoping he could catch something good before the trip out of 2Fort. [b][Roll for fishing][/b]

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John hurriedly made his way back up to the meeting area as more people provided input on the best direction to head. It seemed that the group was still heeding his suggestion of north, but the distinction was arbitrary, indicated by the rolling flat landscape in all directions. However, it was a sign of good coherence in the posse; that much was appreciated.