[h3] Wild Bill[/h3]
[h3]Miyama Town, Mount Miyama, Hole-in-the Wall[/h3]

Wild Bill Rivera had an interesting partner for the war. Almost as soon as the ritual was over, she had dragged him away to party and "forge a contract." He didn't mind so much, it was just a surprise to be dragged out to get clothing and then a hole in the wall bar, like this.

That isn't to say that Bill let that get in the way of the merriment. He probably couldn't keep up with a heroic spirit drink for drink, but he would damn well try.

Just as he knocked back the last of his beer, he heard Saber call for more liquor. It couldn't be helped, this was going to be an expensive bill, might as well splurge on himself as well.

"A couple bottles of whiskey too!"

After making certain he was heard, Bill turned back to his partner and assessed her, certainly a strong hero and a free spirit. Things were shaping up to be a fun war.

When Saber stopped long enough to ask about him, Bill couldn't help a dumb smirk as he picked up his hat and sat it on his head before offering a sort of stage bow from his sitting position, holding the hat in place with one hand.

"You can call me Bill, Wild Bill if you prefer. Just a desperado, a gunslinger, in an age that has no need of them anymore, it seems."

He paused long enough to sit back, tilt his hat back, and take one of the whiskey bottles that had been brought out. As a sort of brag, bill brought the bottle to his lips and took a rather sizable swig, before setting it on the table coughing lightly over the fact some of it went down wrong, choking him up.

Clearing his throat, he continued, "Y'see I'm just a man with too much money, and just enough magical talent, to get involved in this throw down. Between you, me, and my six-shooters, I'm hoping to save people from themselves. Society and Government, I don't mind them on principle, but in action they have been choking the life out of people. Puttin'em in smaller and smaller boxes as time goes on. That needs to change, and I want to create a world where those people will have the freedom to do anything they want, even if that means their protection also becomes their own responsibility."

Finally done, he takes the hat off again, at least aware that its the "proper" thing to do, even if he doesn't normally care.

Leaning forward, he looks at his partner, smirk becoming a grin, and says, "So that's my angle in this war. Your turn to share, partner."

[@Breo]