We Are Our Avatars IV (Uh, closed for real now)
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as the gunslinger reached down to pet the dog, the predator reached down and pulled out the guns from their holsters before tossing them away, far enough that a scramble would be incredibly dangerous. He then pushed his claws gently against his back, and played his only other audio clip from the jungles he had fought marines in long ago. "had enough?"
Drake turned to the right hearing the voices. He saw a dining hall, and someone infront of the little entrance with a sword on there back. Drake backed up and headed upstairs quietly, with his gun out.
OOC: A little about the guns of Deschain: Fully fledged gunslingers carry bluish steel revolvers of very large (but still realistic) size with sandalwood grips, that chamber .45 rounds. Other guns exist in midworld, but none of them really come close to the weapons of a Gunslinger. Roland's guns are made from the melted down Excalibur and as such, are pretty badass in their own right, too. Even after generations of users, the sandalwood still has its scent. The guns each have a little scrollwork on the tip of the barrel that looks vaguely like a drooping flower, which is Arthur Eld's Dinh mark.Furioso said:
So yeah. They're awesome revolvers
OOC: @Nailik Nothings simple when Drake arrives.
Drake started searching the rooms. Nothing..He then tripped on a raised floor board and fell with a 'thump!'
Drake started searching the rooms. Nothing..He then tripped on a raised floor board and fell with a 'thump!'
At the predator's sudden intrusion, the Gunslinger sighs. "Even if I reply, I doubt you'll understand me." He says. He appears to clasp his hands at his front, but likely the dog can see the tip of a large masonic looking dagger slip down from his coat sleeve.
That was, until he came back. x)Binnsyboy said:OOC: Except the predator. He's pissed off somewhere after the fight for now
'Moogle' saw the Predator pressing some sort of bladed weapon against Roland's neck and gasped slightly. This time, there was nothing she could do without the chance of worsening the situation.
"Aahh... shit." Drake said. He searched for his Para, in which he dropped. Drake grabbed his gun and went to hide. They're coming up soon..
Drake hid in a closet and tried to make little noise.
Drake hid in a closet and tried to make little noise.
satisfied at the end of the conflict, the predator walked to the tossed revolvers, picked them up, and handed them back, happy that he had given up the fight. He had fought extremely well, and acknowledged it with a shoulder clasp, acknowledging the equality between the two of them.
Roland ignores the shoulder clasp, but takes back the revolvers loosely with his left hand. He winks conspiratorially and nods downwards, to the dagger in his right hand, and then walks off.
OOC: Drake is FOREVER. ALONE. aparrently.
Drake shifted in the closet. He could hear the voices down stairs, muffeled. "Hoo, shit. This would look bad on my resime (or however the fuck you spell it)."
Drake shifted in the closet. He could hear the voices down stairs, muffeled. "Hoo, shit. This would look bad on my resime (or however the fuck you spell it)."
Noting that he couldn't do much in this situation, Saito walks back up stairs heading for bed. After he climbs the stairs he notices that a floorboard had been pried up out of place. Not wanting the mansion to sustain any further damage he jumped on it and forced it down as best he could.
Drake heard Saito pounding on the floorboard. He hopes he's not in his room, for he would be screwed. "No, no, noo..." Drake whispered.
With his weapons holstered, and the dagger once again pushed through his belt, Roland heads off for a quiet smoke. He finds a (seemingly) empty living room, and sits down in a well stuffed armchair, and begins rolling one.
He entertains the possibility that there may be clothes in the closet across from him. Possibly a replacement hat. Doubtful, he thought.
He entertains the possibility that there may be clothes in the closet across from him. Possibly a replacement hat. Doubtful, he thought.
OOC: Oh god, is the living room DOWNSTAIRS or UPSTAIRS? 'Cuz I'm upstairs and @Binnsyboy will probably fuck me over if he's upstairs and looking at mai closet.
Satisfied that it looked decent enough and wouldnt need to be properly fixed until the morning, Saito went back into his. That was odd. He didn't remember leaving the door open...