Dragonbud: maybe a [Healing] Check?

OOC: Also John speaks with an Yorkshire (think Sean Bean) accent. 

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[u][b]Sir John Blackburn- A Frenchman walks into an Bar[/b][/u][/color]

"Hold onto this for me, will you..."  the Frenchman stated as he pressed his inferior French garbage, Gras model 1874 rifle into John's hand..

[i]no wonder they keep on losing with shit like this... [/i]

"Umm Okay?" John replied interested to see if Constrain would follow though with John's request.

Without another word, he stepped into the establishment with John watching from the door.  "You there! Hold up a moment...let me help you.."  His steps were calm, as he approached man who had insulted the waitress "Here we go..." Offering his hand, he helped him up, only to smash his left fist right into his face. A kick into his side followed, before Constantin would reach for the head, holding it into his hands, before smashing his knee into the visage. 

"Interesting... Even with me he's willing to perform "jobs" John muttered to himself as he watch Leblanc scream "SIT YOUR ASS DOWN..." to one of the local who was about to help his friend... only to have second thoughts after the Frenchman yelled at him. 
[i]
very intimidating could be useful when I can't persuade someone 
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"You still have something on your arm. You spilled your drink? Wait, I help you...fils de pute!" the rabid Frenchman declared as he stomped on man's arm attempting to dislocate a shoulder...

"Hmm... maybe abit to brutal, will have to specific." John muttered to himself again as another man stood up. This man had the whole "cowboy" look going on with his double revolvers, the dusty Trench coat and large black hat but a different accent to most of people John had heard in frontier. 

[investigation] [knowledge] John attempt to  recall where that accent came from. 

“I think he had enough? How bout you lay off him?”

this man looks like he could actually put up... how will the dog handle this? 

turning around the Frenchman glared at the "cowboy"  "Take your fucking hand off, Yankee.." as he Breathed heavy, seeming attempting control himself and not ruthless beat this man like he had done with the other. 
[i]
so he does have some control.[/i] 

suddenly the bar doors swung open, John turned and looked at the rather well groomed sheriff enter the Bar. For someone living out the bloody desert this man was rather well clean, looking more like an London gentleman and an frontier town sheriff. His sheriff badge however was rather nice looking. Why couldn't John's department get badges like that?  

"Calvin Higgins," he said quickly and to no one in particular, "Sheriff in these parts." he followed up as he looked at man on floor "Looks like he's learned his lesson don't you agree Mr?  Well I suppose I missed your names.  I'm Calvin Higgins."
Back in the UK Leblanc would have been arrested on the spot.. interesting  

"Constantin LeBlanc! I dont take kindly to the abuse of women, nor do the people where i come from! But i agree, sir! He has learned his lesson."

"Miss Aveline."

that was John and Leblanc noticed a silent women entering the establishment, it was women John had seen outside not helping with the coachman but before he say anything the French's Grin moved on his lip. ""Mademoiselle..." 

[i]Goddam it... why can't there be a married woman here when you need one. [/i]

the wannable seducer LeBlanc a step closer, reached for her hand, and placed a kiss on it. "LeBlanc, at your service, Mademoiselle!" he said as he place his hand on hers, leaving a light trail of blood.

"God dam it LeBlanc, you got blood all over the young lady hand!" John said as he left the shadows of the doorway, reaching into his Jacket pocket john pulled out a crimson red handkerchief from his Jacket pocket and offered it to the lady.

"here take this gar-rifle back" John said as he handed LeBlanc his inferior French Rifle before turning to the sheriff "Sir John Blackburn at your service." he said before giving an small gentleman bow.

"Me, LeBlanc and our companion Kaufman, have to American to investage this new ghost rock material we have hearing all about cross the pond. If anyone here can help or has any information that leads to finding an sizeable source, that we can use I'm willing to pay a commission…"

John then remember these where Americans he was talking to "No wait  what do they call it here... ah yes, a Finders fee?"