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[u][b][color=darkorange]Selina[/color][/b][/u]
[b][center]Constantin LeBlanc[/center][/b]
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In civilized country, the smirk that Constantin would shoot at Aveline could be seen as a rightous justification for a duel. Not that Constantin would mind it much. He was a secure shot, and quite able with the blade, and few things caused him more joy, then seeing rich shit wincing in pain, after his bullet has entered and left his stomach. He had done his fair share of duels, mostly for other people, being payed to show up, claiming that they were indisposed and he was there to take over...

But he could as much hope for an sudden shower of gold. [b]"Monsieur can be sure that aint nobody is getting shot..."[/b] Nodding to the sherrif, LeBlanc would give Aveline a last grin with his golden teeth, before falling in behind Blackburn, like a grim shadow. The church was a pleasant surprise, and while the rest of the group would follow the priest, Constantin would walk off, towards the next shrine, getting down on one knee, and pulling out his rosary, blood still on his fingers. [i]"Notre Père qui es aux cieux, Que ton nom soit sanctifié,  ...[/i] He cared little about the ghost rock, nor about what it was doing to this shitty town, and its shitty people. 

[i]Car c'est a toi qu'appartiennent le regne, la puissance et la gloire, 
pour les siecles des siecles!
Amen.[/i]

Walking back to the group in the town center, he had a bit of trouble finding them, before spotting them near the graveyard. Falling in behind Rick this time, Constantin glared over the gravestones with little pity for the poor sods lying below them. [b]"Father, this poision can be found all over the world! I saw it in the Congo, i saw it Guangdong...and i saw it in Sedan! Take strength in the fact that the lord blessed us with Steel and Gunpowder, so that we can crush this poison and burn it out where ever we find it! Burn it and pray for their souls...only way to be sure about it!" [/b]