Professor_Wyvern

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"Pardner, if'n yawant to go inta a Sweat Lodge, ya gotta remember that it's a Spiritual Journey." He said to Psyga.

Rattlesnake Jack listened as the others were sharing details of their own weaponry, and other discussions. "Fancy Yo-yo sword ya got there slick." He said to Rawk. Rattlesnake Jack gave a nod to the Elf, "Right well, got yourself a good shield then."

Rattlesnake Jack immediately turned his head when Tear was talking about a scythe that was also a sniper rifle. Arching his right brow he cocked his head to face her. "Missy, remind me later to show you a real sniper rifle, with a bayonet, cause I can see whatcha tryin' to go for. But with sniper, ya ain't wantan ta be gettin' close enough to go with a quick stab."

He shook Bee's hand, "Nice ta meet ya Bee." He gave a chuckle, "Ain't that the truth. Quality of the liquor don't matter, rather the company does. Drinkin' ain't really drinkin' if ya aren't with good pals. Best is if'n ya drink somethin' you and the posey brewed. And early morning trips, always fun."

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Rattlesnake Jack gave a single nod to Bee. "A true man loves their weapons, it is as much as a part of them as if'n it was their own name. In the end, they are one and the same, the connection is such that words can't fully express the beauty of it." Rattlesnake Jack paused as he spoke again, "And a fine blade ya got there. Take care o'her." He instinctively reached back down to his own guns, before giving a single pat to the both of them on his holsters. Rattlesnake Jack swayed on closer to Bee as he extended out his right hand, "Jack. Rattlesnake Jack. And you are pardner?"

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Rattlesnake Jack's eyes glimmered with joy, as Bee noticed the gun. "Good eye pardner." Reaching for his holsters he quickly pulled out his twin Colt Single Action Army revolvers as he gave them a twirl with his index fingers for flair. "For the un-trained kiddies, I wouldn't recommend doin' that." He said as he then held out the guns, his index fingers on the revolver barrel. "Apache and Cherokee. OWAs, classic models, first generation. These are my babies." He quickly returned them back to the holsters. "Lovely guns they are."

Rattlesnake Jack glanced at Bee as he noticed something that interested him, "Say, whatcha got there in the scabbard there?"

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Just a quick question. When are we gonna mosey on down towards ye olde Hyrule, I think it was?

Game Dev Tycoon Roleplay [GDTRP] (Current Year: 1989-1995)

Think I am also going to drop out of this one.

Game Dev Tycoon Roleplay [GDTRP] (Current Year: 1989-1995)

Eh, think I'm also going to be dropping out of this one to.

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Rattlesnake Jack let out a small chuckle. "If'n ya did stay in those waters for too long, 'tis possible that ya may be sufferin' from de-lusions slicker." Intertwining his fingers together he turned his hands around, so his palms faced forward as he stretched out his arms. After keeping it out for a few seconds he quickly returned his hands back to his side and held them over his gun-holsters. "Can't beat a good sweat-lodge pardner. Just gotta make sure ya know when ta get out."

World of Bloody Revolution (The French Revolution Mecha RP)

Ermengilde frowned, as he tapped his cane down once. "Well then, I suppose it'll be a Salting of the Earth, so to speak." Drawing out his handkerchief with his left hand he again wiped between some folds of fat on his face, before returning it once again back to the breast-pocket of his outfit. "Just hope that no civilian strikes it in a fearful reaction, desperately trying to cling onto life, and instead that they choose to run away in object horror at the sight."

Gundam Wing: An alternate take

Ah that sweet Toonami nostalgia...

Aaand entering a train-wreck... Frozen Teardrop... heheheh... room for many fun things.

May need to brush up a little more on Gundam Wing, but yeah, sounds cool.

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Rattlesnake Jack gave a nod to the man who handed him over the cigarette. "Much obliged pardner." Glancing at the cigarette he placed it in his duster-coat pocket, as he glanced at Psyga who began bowing before him. "...Sweat lodge can do that to ya. Musta been in there too long to think I was an actual snake." He said as he waved his left hand in a gesture of, think nothing of it.

"Anywhoo... yeah while it was an obvious mess up, ain't too harmful of one." Rattlesnake Jack glanced around yet again, confirming that everything was still blue and desolate.