quote:
Rotti:
Toniiiiiiiiiiiiiight I set the stage!
Luigi:
Tonight we set the stage
Rotti:
Myyyyyyyyyyyyy greatest play!
Pavi:
My greatest face!
Rotti:
Allllllllllll plans are laiiiiiiiiiiid!
Luigi:
My greatest rage!
Pavi:
Pavi gets laid!
All:
All debts are paid
At the opera tonight!
Repo! The Genetic Opera
September 17th, 1880. Midday. The Bella Union Saloon, Deadwood, Sioux Nations
To recap the important events from all the threads I'm merging here...
some mood music
Outside in the fenced off area
"God...damn...thing..." Jackie mutters as she and Katy throw their wight against the survival knife. The window board squeaks like a banshee, but the nails hold.
"Everybody and their mother inside there's probably wonderin' what's goin' on..." Jackie mutters.
"Hey! Marshal! A-ta-shay! You got trouble comin'!" She shouts.
Inside the Bella union's main hall
"No! It most certainly is not!" Tolliver says. He nods at Logan.
"Yes, I think taking this outside would be for the best. Go collect your friend."
The barkeep, meanwhile, also nods at Logan's words, and begins trying to usher some of drunks at the bar away.
Wild Bill Hickok and Darius Carter, however, have not taken their hands off their guns. They keep eyes on all the poker players...and watch each other warily as well.
"Gentlemen, I do believe I have had my fill of this game for the moment." Mr. Sebastian says.
Carter squints at him.
"You ain't goin' anywhere with..."
"...with your money, yes, yes." Sebastian says as he pulls a few bills from the pile in front of him.
"Which is why I shall simply retrieve my stake. The rest of you can divvy up the rest however you care to."
"So you can go off with your buddies and find the marshal?" Carter snarls, and this time he eases his fancy pistol out of the holster.
"No. No, I don't think so."
Wild Bill, meanwhile, continues to watch Von Steinhoff. his hands rest on his pistols, but he's not drawing down.
It goes quiet in the Bella Union.
Which is why the unholy
{CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK!} of wood from the boarded-up window is so spectacularly alarming...
"Alright, who cut the cheese?" Logan West asked, breaking the silence after the loud creak of wood.
"I mean, really not polite to break wind in here when you can step outside. This is a civilized establishment Mr. Tolliver is running," he said.
"Funny man." Carter growls. And then he points his fancy pistol at the wooded board, then clicks back the hammer.
"Let's see if whoever's tryin' to get in thinks this is funny."
"Hey! Marshal! A-ta-shay! You got trouble comin'!" Shouts someone on the other side...it's Jackie Wells!
"Marshal, eh?" Carter grins at Logan. The gun is still pointed at the window.
"Well. Looks like I gotta kill all you motherfuckers."
Logan stepped back to lean up against the bar where he had been, and decided it was as good a time as any to hop up onto it and slide back, so that he ended up standing behind it. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to talk his way outta this one, so he figured the next best thing was to be in a position where he could duck and cover.
"You think that'll save ya?" Carter sneers.
"Or your friends outside? Well, I just gotta say..."
He's interrupted by the sound of gunfire, fast and rapid like a gatling gun, tearing holes in the rear hallway near the back door.
At the back door of the Saloon
Zek was playing it careful. He knew most people where ill at ease around him-even if they did not know why precisely. As a result, he kept to the shadows and kept his partners in sight. Waiting for their targets to reveal themselves. Mostly in case they went all rabbit like-he could step in and make sure they did not get away again.
What he was not expecting in the bar was to see one of the Whatleys once more. He gritted his teeth, and started to move towards his old foe-hopefully catching him unawares...
James's gun roars in the tiny hall. The bullets come in a rapid fire succession which would leave a gatlin' pistol envious.
A look of pure panic crosses Nicodemus Whateley's face as James gets his gun up. In desperation, he flings his deck into the air. The magical cards swirl about him, sparking and glowing as they deflect the hail of bullets James rains down on him. The bullets ricochet around the corridor, bouncing off the magical cards and into the wood of the hall.
By the time the cards flutter to the ground, more than a few have bullet holes in them, but Nicodemus himself is miraculously untouched. He takes a deep breath, still terrified out of his mind, and then he jumps into James's shadow!
And just like that, the corridor is empty save for some fluttering cards, half a dozen bullet holes, and a pair of gunslingers.
For a couple seconds, it's so quiet you can hear a pin drop.
Then suddenly the whole saloon shakes and rattles. Doors swing open, slam close. The oil lanterns in the wall and the candles in the chandelier suddenly start burning blue. Bottles and poker chips start shooting around the room. Patrons shout, scream, duck and cover.
And from within the Bella Union there is a deep, unnerving roar, as if the wood itself were screaming in rage.
{{WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!}}
"Oh, I've a bad feeling about this, I do." Maddox says as the door behind them slams shut, cutting off their exit.
((OOC: And we're in combat rounds! Von Steinhoff, Katy, and Logan West need to draw cards. James Wilder and Zeke Starkweather already have done so.))
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:21, Sun 16 Oct 2016.