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Colt is going to attempt and gradually let Cordelia in on his plan without actually telling her. I figured they can steal a carriage after the gunfight and fill it up with supplies and food. It's evening so they'll probably want to travel the night to get as far as they can before news breaks out and even more dangerous folk come looking for them. I figured they can take on human forms so they don't arouse suspicion but can revert to their vampire forms at will - same for other supernatural folk we find along the way.
Guess Sophia will have to be taken out as well then!
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Colt "The Devil Spawn" Jackson
Fairbank
"You're a strong and tough fella, y'know? Makes me wish I could be like you.”
“Tough to kill, sure. Or so I’ve been told, you know, there’ve been more attempts on my life than you can imagine.” He could feel the muscles of his neck tense and burn at the comment. He hated being touched there, he couldn’t stand contact in certain places, his neck and chest most notably – places where he was marked with brutal scars. “I’m heartless, Miss Susanna, I wouldn’t want to think a woman such as yourself could ever be like me.” Colt affirmed matter-of-factly.
He carefully examined the cards on the counter and then regarded her hand as it made contact with his and at that precise moment felt a jolt of electricity that almost made him flinch. It wasn’t pain but a different feeling. Wanting? Longing? No, he’d felt desire for a woman before, this wasn’t it; he desired her, sure, she was attractive as hell, he’d admitted that already but he felt empathetic towards her. It was the surprising human tone of her words. She was vulnerably sincere toward him and he couldn’t help but feel the need to correspond. Dammit, Jackson, don’t open your mouth and say something you’ll end up regretting later. He thought but it was too late.
“The Hermit...a bit of a wanderer, aren't you?”
“You wouldn’t be wrong to refer to me as one,” he responded rather cool.
"And here, the Queen of Cups...well, the Queen of Hearts for most of you fellas. Ya lonely or something? Maybe you'll find...someone soon, maybe along the way? She's probably the most romantic Queen, that one –”
He raised an eyebrow skeptically and regarded her hand still nestled on top of his. “Well then guess I’m not just wandering around aimlessly. Maybe I’m here to meet you or maybe I’m here to murder your bosses. Take ‘yer pick.” He smirked at the irony of his statement but tried to reveal nothing.
Then, he turned his hand to gently grip hers and softly tugged her toward him. “A person like me don’t deserve a Queen, Miss Susanna,” he whispered into her ear, lost in the unfamiliar scent of roses that decorated her crimson hair, “freedom comes with a price.” Their idle conversation quickly caught the attention of a man that stood directly across from them, situated behind Cordelia. Colt noticed the man. You’re beginning to look suspicious, Jackson, the hell are you doing, you’re here for a job. His conscience snarled. Colt moved from her profile so that his nose was just centimeters from hers, their lips separated by a hairline. His eyes instinctively trailed from her eyes to her red lips and remained without him realizing it but he continued talking as low key as he could. “Queen of Hearts, hu? Never met a romantic woman but she sure as hell sounds like one.” Her lips were so distracting, his coherency became impaired. “…So tell me, Miss Cordelia just how romantic is this fabled Queen of Hearts,” he said in a husky voice full of desire, tilting his head slowly and just before he could kiss her, he stopped and pulled away when he realized what he was doing.
He leaned both elbows against the counter and looked away from her. “Name’s Colt, Colt Jackson although you might hear people refer to me by lots of different names depending on the region just comes with the territory of being a wanderer. You don’t really belong anywhere so you don’t really have a name…and yes, it gets lonesome.” He sounded distant once more but masked within his tone was a hint of uncharacteristic reticence. “I can offer you that freedom you seem to want…but I must ask for something in return. That light at the end of the tunnel. Promise me you’ll help me search.” There was resolve in his proposal and that was what made Colt the dangerous man he was, his powerful drive to push forward and withstand the consequences of his actions. Almost every night, he had nightmares of being hanged, impaled by vicious creatures of the night or burned alive and he’d wake drenched in cold sweat.You can’t do this to her, Jackson…she’d hate you for it. Leave, this has been pleasant, better you live for the rest of your life with this memory of her than with the regret of failing to save her…but you already like her don’t you?
She’s different. Maybe…she…can…save…
He queued for yet another drink and upon receiving it refreshed his dry throat once more. “Miss Cordelia, don’t suppose there’s somewhere private where we can be a little loud? Don’t like the way that big, ugly fella’ over there is looking at us. The kitchen, perhaps?” The man in question was surely some sort of bodyguard.
Fairbank
"You're a strong and tough fella, y'know? Makes me wish I could be like you.”
“Tough to kill, sure. Or so I’ve been told, you know, there’ve been more attempts on my life than you can imagine.” He could feel the muscles of his neck tense and burn at the comment. He hated being touched there, he couldn’t stand contact in certain places, his neck and chest most notably – places where he was marked with brutal scars. “I’m heartless, Miss Susanna, I wouldn’t want to think a woman such as yourself could ever be like me.” Colt affirmed matter-of-factly.
He carefully examined the cards on the counter and then regarded her hand as it made contact with his and at that precise moment felt a jolt of electricity that almost made him flinch. It wasn’t pain but a different feeling. Wanting? Longing? No, he’d felt desire for a woman before, this wasn’t it; he desired her, sure, she was attractive as hell, he’d admitted that already but he felt empathetic towards her. It was the surprising human tone of her words. She was vulnerably sincere toward him and he couldn’t help but feel the need to correspond. Dammit, Jackson, don’t open your mouth and say something you’ll end up regretting later. He thought but it was too late.
“The Hermit...a bit of a wanderer, aren't you?”
“You wouldn’t be wrong to refer to me as one,” he responded rather cool.
"And here, the Queen of Cups...well, the Queen of Hearts for most of you fellas. Ya lonely or something? Maybe you'll find...someone soon, maybe along the way? She's probably the most romantic Queen, that one –”
He raised an eyebrow skeptically and regarded her hand still nestled on top of his. “Well then guess I’m not just wandering around aimlessly. Maybe I’m here to meet you or maybe I’m here to murder your bosses. Take ‘yer pick.” He smirked at the irony of his statement but tried to reveal nothing.
Then, he turned his hand to gently grip hers and softly tugged her toward him. “A person like me don’t deserve a Queen, Miss Susanna,” he whispered into her ear, lost in the unfamiliar scent of roses that decorated her crimson hair, “freedom comes with a price.” Their idle conversation quickly caught the attention of a man that stood directly across from them, situated behind Cordelia. Colt noticed the man. You’re beginning to look suspicious, Jackson, the hell are you doing, you’re here for a job. His conscience snarled. Colt moved from her profile so that his nose was just centimeters from hers, their lips separated by a hairline. His eyes instinctively trailed from her eyes to her red lips and remained without him realizing it but he continued talking as low key as he could. “Queen of Hearts, hu? Never met a romantic woman but she sure as hell sounds like one.” Her lips were so distracting, his coherency became impaired. “…So tell me, Miss Cordelia just how romantic is this fabled Queen of Hearts,” he said in a husky voice full of desire, tilting his head slowly and just before he could kiss her, he stopped and pulled away when he realized what he was doing.
He leaned both elbows against the counter and looked away from her. “Name’s Colt, Colt Jackson although you might hear people refer to me by lots of different names depending on the region just comes with the territory of being a wanderer. You don’t really belong anywhere so you don’t really have a name…and yes, it gets lonesome.” He sounded distant once more but masked within his tone was a hint of uncharacteristic reticence. “I can offer you that freedom you seem to want…but I must ask for something in return. That light at the end of the tunnel. Promise me you’ll help me search.” There was resolve in his proposal and that was what made Colt the dangerous man he was, his powerful drive to push forward and withstand the consequences of his actions. Almost every night, he had nightmares of being hanged, impaled by vicious creatures of the night or burned alive and he’d wake drenched in cold sweat.You can’t do this to her, Jackson…she’d hate you for it. Leave, this has been pleasant, better you live for the rest of your life with this memory of her than with the regret of failing to save her…but you already like her don’t you?
She’s different. Maybe…she…can…save…
He queued for yet another drink and upon receiving it refreshed his dry throat once more. “Miss Cordelia, don’t suppose there’s somewhere private where we can be a little loud? Don’t like the way that big, ugly fella’ over there is looking at us. The kitchen, perhaps?” The man in question was surely some sort of bodyguard.
Yup, this is still very much open.
He'll probably just use his, although it might not be a good idea considering he just used it. Let's say Texas. Yeah they'll probably travel all day the following day and then setup camp somewhere to stay the night. So that's the reason, man, this is gonna be good. They can't be conventional vampires, of course, have you seen Blood Plus? I'd imagine them to have outstretched limbs and look very creepy with blood red eyes. Dang so they eat the women? How about Sophia, what's her role in the saloon besides the obvious one? You mentioned she was a partner so I'd figure she would play some sort of role as well.
Hey Atrum! For sure, take your time.
I recall we planned to have Colt be the one that cuts it with a knife right? Heh. Also, at what point should we introduce the shaman that will ink the their protective tattoos? That should be interesting. So, Wyatt and Alexander, I assume one if not both are ghouls/vampires/some sort of monster? Colt hunts the supernatural, he needs to have a target here somewhere for his arrival to make sense.
Almost feel bad that Colt is gonna cut Cordelia's long hair. Don't think she'll like that very much.
Looks good, Crimson. Accepted. I've a feeling Tim and Hunter will be good friends actually.
Colt "The Devil Spawn" Jackson
Fairbank
Colt narrowed his eyes. A very attractive redhead made her way to where he stood, his elbows planted firmly against the counter. His eyes trailed her movements as she crossed her legs and took seat beside him on the counter. He eyed her through his profile, regarding her inquisitively. “Miss Susanna,” he greeted her nonchalantly with a tip of his hat revealing his intense emerald eyes that seemed to shine for a split-second.
“– Now choose, Desperado. What is it you want to know about what's to come, anyway?"
The bizarre question forced him to finally make direct eye contact with her. His eyes attended the delicate features of her face. Just another pretty face Jackson, sleep with her tonight and before she can even wake, you’d brought hell to this entire place but fuck is this one gorgeous…he thought to himself almost regretfully as he regarded her wavy, crimson hair. Deciding to play along, he took a random card between his index and middle fingers. “First I’d like to know what your bosses think about you playing cards with their paying customers…not entirely sure they’d approve, Miss Susanna, now, I’m not saying I don’t appreciate a good game of cards…” He paused for a second and took another sip of his drink. He was thirsty, riding around the desert aimlessly at times gave him an unquenchable thirst but it wasn’t just about the drink, he had a void deep within.
“What’s to come ain’t always so nice. Tell me, “He scoffed, “will it ever end?”
Colt had noticed her spat with the other female; he was perceptive to say the least. It didn’t seem like the woman in front of him enjoyed her job very much, and really, there was no blaming her. Sleeping with anyone willing to pay a dime couldn’t be pleasant. “Don’t seem like you like what you do very much…” He managed in a low voice, more of an audible afterthought than anything else.
It was in that moment that a heavy-bellied man with rosy cheeks from all the liquor approached the two. “…hot dash, thsss one’s fiiine…” He slurred between hiccups and placed a hand on the bar counter, wrapping his entire arm around Susanna. Colt narrowed his eyes at the sight but said nothing. With his free hand, the man reached for Susanna’s breasts when a knife slammed hard against his other hand, pinning it deep into the bar counter. “Aaaagh!” The drunken man yelled in horror, blood oozing from his hand and spilling onto the counter. “Bartender, I’ll need another drink, just finished this one…” Colt said as he slowly poured the hard liquor on the man’s wound. Startled, the bartender filled and slid Colt a second glass of hard liquor. Colt caught the glass with his right hand; using his free hand, he pulled out a silver revolver and casually pinned it against the man’s forehead as he downed his round. The man was visibly sweating cold and for that second the entire bar went silent. Colt pulled the trigger but the gun simply clicked. “Guess it’s your lucky day…” he reached for the knife and pulled it out hard causing the man to yelp in pain. “Get out,” he commanded and the man darted for the swinging doors without a second thought; after that, the bar became animated once more.
It was his pride that acted out that evening. She, she was just one more woman in a line of many. He'd be lost in her pleasure that night only to forget her as soon as the sun would come up. Just another job, he'd thought as he rode in earlier. But this target would prove itself much more dangerous than he'd ever faced and it would be only the beginning.
Fairbank
Colt narrowed his eyes. A very attractive redhead made her way to where he stood, his elbows planted firmly against the counter. His eyes trailed her movements as she crossed her legs and took seat beside him on the counter. He eyed her through his profile, regarding her inquisitively. “Miss Susanna,” he greeted her nonchalantly with a tip of his hat revealing his intense emerald eyes that seemed to shine for a split-second.
“– Now choose, Desperado. What is it you want to know about what's to come, anyway?"
The bizarre question forced him to finally make direct eye contact with her. His eyes attended the delicate features of her face. Just another pretty face Jackson, sleep with her tonight and before she can even wake, you’d brought hell to this entire place but fuck is this one gorgeous…he thought to himself almost regretfully as he regarded her wavy, crimson hair. Deciding to play along, he took a random card between his index and middle fingers. “First I’d like to know what your bosses think about you playing cards with their paying customers…not entirely sure they’d approve, Miss Susanna, now, I’m not saying I don’t appreciate a good game of cards…” He paused for a second and took another sip of his drink. He was thirsty, riding around the desert aimlessly at times gave him an unquenchable thirst but it wasn’t just about the drink, he had a void deep within.
“What’s to come ain’t always so nice. Tell me, “He scoffed, “will it ever end?”
Colt had noticed her spat with the other female; he was perceptive to say the least. It didn’t seem like the woman in front of him enjoyed her job very much, and really, there was no blaming her. Sleeping with anyone willing to pay a dime couldn’t be pleasant. “Don’t seem like you like what you do very much…” He managed in a low voice, more of an audible afterthought than anything else.
It was in that moment that a heavy-bellied man with rosy cheeks from all the liquor approached the two. “…hot dash, thsss one’s fiiine…” He slurred between hiccups and placed a hand on the bar counter, wrapping his entire arm around Susanna. Colt narrowed his eyes at the sight but said nothing. With his free hand, the man reached for Susanna’s breasts when a knife slammed hard against his other hand, pinning it deep into the bar counter. “Aaaagh!” The drunken man yelled in horror, blood oozing from his hand and spilling onto the counter. “Bartender, I’ll need another drink, just finished this one…” Colt said as he slowly poured the hard liquor on the man’s wound. Startled, the bartender filled and slid Colt a second glass of hard liquor. Colt caught the glass with his right hand; using his free hand, he pulled out a silver revolver and casually pinned it against the man’s forehead as he downed his round. The man was visibly sweating cold and for that second the entire bar went silent. Colt pulled the trigger but the gun simply clicked. “Guess it’s your lucky day…” he reached for the knife and pulled it out hard causing the man to yelp in pain. “Get out,” he commanded and the man darted for the swinging doors without a second thought; after that, the bar became animated once more.
It was his pride that acted out that evening. She, she was just one more woman in a line of many. He'd be lost in her pleasure that night only to forget her as soon as the sun would come up. Just another job, he'd thought as he rode in earlier. But this target would prove itself much more dangerous than he'd ever faced and it would be only the beginning.
Skybreaker, all those will work. Minarawr, I have no issue with any of those so long as they're balanced. Crimson, I'll review your CSs soon as I get home.
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