[It's Rising Sun Pioneers, now running because the GMs are bloody loony. At least, one is. But you will DEAL, and you will DEAL with your LIVES.] (I'd like at least 100 bucks for my life, please?) [You guys have just killed off Draco and Lucius, one of whom was an old war hero (read: the guy who went and razed Izu City). You also helped out Jan and company, and they repaid you by leaving when you were fighting Lucius, *probably* to save Ellie, who was taken away by other people on horseback, along with some sort of chunk of rock or another.] [But at least Jinx got to hit on her and ask her out to dinner. Oh, and Kojiro? He showed up, too! And he left with Jan.] [You all got shot and/or cut up, too, and two of you have been frostbitten and may be in the process of thawing out. Millie and Fanfan are unconscious, Millie doing a wonderful job of imitating a Dead Person With A Hole In Her Chest. But she's not dead! She's getting better! Or not. But she's breathing!] [Really, it's been a long day. Night. It's night, and it's hot, and you're currently in a rather large room with a good-sized hole blasted in one wall. The horses are nearby. Jinx went off to get them, and Tairan also left, saying he wanted to check on where the bandits and maybe-other-bandits might be heading.] [That leaves John. And two unconscious chicks. Any bets on who's the prettiest?] [Session Start!] (Fifty on John!) * John is so pretty! *ting!* * John checks on the ladies to make sure they're not dying. He's so boring, but pretty. [Fanfan looks more or less okay, if beaten up. It's Millie who's in critical condition.] 2d6-3 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Tairan (2d6-3) and gets 5. * John frowns and tries his best to do some first-aid on Millie. No, he's not good at this. How can you tell? The words 'tries his best'. (Hee. Medical (first aid) or Medical (emergency response).) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for John (2d6) and gets 11. [John... uh... tries to stop the bleeding!] [Only it doesn't really stop.] [But he's bloodier!] [Caught red-handed!] * John tries again! (Can I take-6?) (NO YOU FOOL.) (Oh, fine.) (You can take-11) (But you can try again so I can laugh at you.) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for John (2d6) and gets 2, a CRITICAL SUCCESS!!! "That was close. One cycle later and you'd have fit nicely into a sandwich." (BOO-YEAH!) [John tries again!] [This time, he gets blood on him! Again!] (But he looks better doing it?) * John looks good doing it both times. Duh. * John just looked BETTER this time. [But he covers up the bleeding pretty well, and staunches the wound, and he even gets the bullet out of Millie. (How? Magic! John, go spend some CP on magic.)] * Tairan returns. "The bandits who grabbed Jan's mage went eastish. More tracks'n just them, which I'm guessing are Jan and Greebo." *eyes Millie* Shit. [Plus, he looked really damn good doing it.] Yeah, shit. * Tairan looks over John's shoulder. "Nice job staunching the bleeding, but we should really get her to a real doctor. Or find someone with some of those healing potion things." * Millie coughs as John lays his filthy hands on her. She shifts a bit and then one eye after another starts to open. They aren't focused just yet. [John brought Millie back to life with his crit success!] [I bet he's sorry now.] * John is damn sorry. [Damn right.] (Dammit.) (You suck, John) * John tosses Tairan the bullet. "We ain't got nothin' here that's suited to helping someone live from a bullet wound. Duh." [Tairan is shot. I mean, uh, has a bullet tossed at him. Those things don't work nearly as well as thrown weapons.] I'd volunteer... but I don't think a Shomuran wandering around this town at night is gonna get a good reception. *catches the bullet* Then whatcha suggest? Crazy Feathers? You *know* he's gotta be around here somewhere. ... so, what? We ride in the direction of the tracks, shouting 'Hey, Crazy Feathers! C'mere!' every so often? * Millie starts to say something, then coughs again. The cough pulls her violently into a slightly upright position and she turns her head, spitting up blood on the ground. "Fuckin'... ow..." she manages out hoarsely. Okay, d'ya think we should go after'em when Jinx has run off, Fanfan and Millie are next to dead or unconscious, and I'm about to fall over from bullet wounds? * John doesn't look like he's about to fall over from bullet wounds. No, of course not. I'm just askin' how we're gonna find Crazy Feathers. Yer a tracker. Can't ya figure it out? Following a trail of people complaining about being overcharged ain't exactly what I'm trained for, but I can give it a shot. * Millie lays back down with a thump after the coughing fit, staring blankly at the ceiling. "Running Cloud...did we find her...?" Nah, never did. * Tairan paces around a bit, frowning. *to himself* "Now how the hell do I track him when I've got no place to start?" Would Crazy Feathers even come anywhere near this town? Injuns aren't too popular around here. * Millie lets out another cough. "Damn... musta went... the other way..." They ain't too popular in the East either. And yeah. We're gonna have ta catch up with her eventually. * Millie laughs weakly to herself. "I really screwed up this time, din' I? Nah. Just took a bullet from a good marksman. * John chuckles. "I got a few myself." * Millie stares past John. "Never..." She convulses again with a cough. "Never thought..." Hey, let's not get all morbid and reflective now, Millie. You ain't dead yet. Shaddup, Lanky... * Millie goes into a more violent fit of coughs, dribbling more blood out of her mouth. Ya ain't gonna die on my watch. We still gotta figure who's a better shot. ... John, I really think you should get her into town and at least find a doctor who can get her stable enough so we can ride and try'n find Crazy Feathers. * John shrugs and stands up. "Do ya think a doctor'll be workin' at this hour and be willin' to help us in this town?" He shrugs as he starts to walk out. For enough money, maybe. [John leaves Fanfan and Milie lying there, the heartless bastard!] * Millie snorts at John. "Who cares anymore?" I do for one. * Millie stares up at the ceiling. "Then you're..." *cough* "...stupider than I thought." ( Can we put Ol Yeller outta her misery, Pa? ) (*shoots Tairan in the head*) Yup, 'sgotta be it. I'm pretty dumb myself. Or so I've been told. * Millie 's eyes start to close. Yeah, well, keep Yeah, well, keep'er stable while I get a real doc. * John goes out in search of good doctor! Why John, I didn't know ya cared. [While John walks out, he spots... Jinx! By the horses, where Jinx and John left them. He's face down.] ... (On top of him is an awning. They finally got him) * John curses profusely and drags Jinx in. [There's a potted cactus lying half off his head!] ( The nemesis appears. ) (Mwahahaha.) Guess what. (Chicken butt!) Man... *shakes his head* * Tairan looks down at Millie, then sits down next to her. "Looks like it's just you'n me." [And John, who's in the... holeway.] Great. Just how I imagined my last moments. Could be worse. I could be Sakura. Or MaryAnne. * John drags Jinx in. "Hey, Tairan, Millie, you've got even more company." [Lucius complains about having to share his floor with yet another person. No, wait, no he doesn't. Because he's DEAD. But he lies there.] What happened? Cactus got'em. No, I'm not kidding. ... right. I'll keep an eye on him too. Go get the doctor. * John heads out for great Doctor! Dunno if it helps, but Lucius is really, really dead. * Millie coughs again. "I don't give...a rat's ass about Lucius. We don't have the tablet. We don't have Running Cloud. What *do* we have?" ( Our health! ... wait, no. Sorry. ) Not a whole helluva lot. * Millie stares at the ceiling again. "...yeah. 'swhat I thought..." I've got a general bead on which direction the goons who took Jan's mage went, which gives us an idea of which way Jan went. So once we get you patched up, we'll at least have an idea of where to start lookin'. * Tairan pauses. "Though, granted, a severe bullet wound does tend to cause one to be pretty pessimistic on life." Who cares about Jan? What I wanna know is where Running Cloud went... 2d6-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for John (2d6-2) and gets 8. * RowynWorkyn is now known as Millie No fuckin' clue on that one. John's brother probably knows, but that doesn't help us much. * Tairan shakes his head. "We're not very good at all this, are we?" * Millie sighs and closes her eyes. "Depends on what ya mean..." "But if we stopped fightin' amongst ourselves an' actually put two brain cells together..." No argument there. *pauses; frowns* You wanna do the leader thing for this group? * Millie laughs. "Me? You're crazy." She suddenly gets more solemn. "No one trusts me here. 'Cept maybe Jinxy..." I'm not even sure of that. An' ya know Fanny'll never go for it...an' John's...John. Hey, I trust ya. Just don't frequently agree with ya. ...yeah. It'll be great ta have someone as leader that ya always disagree with. * Tairan shrugs. "Just sayin'. Just 'cause we don't see eye-to-eye don't mean I don't trust ya." Just gotta stop takin' it so personally. When I disagree, I ain't saying that your opinion ain't worth anything... I'm just being my stubborn, thick-skulled self. * Millie rolls her eyes and doesn't respond with anything. (Thick-skulled stupid-ass self, nacht.) * Tairan pulls out his canteen and unscrews the cap. "Water?" * Millie just eyes Tairan. "Sure...it'll wash down the blood taste in my mouth nicely." She's actually starting to focus on him now though. * John walks in through the hole with a doctor behind him! [The doctor steps in after John. He's an elderly man, nicely dressed in slacks and shirt, vest and dark coat, and shiny shoes. He wears spectacles, and his wispy hair is uncombed.] * Tairan carefully tips small capfuls of water into Millie's mouth, then stops when he sees John. [He's carrying a medical bag with one hand, and he looks around. His eyes linger on each of you and Lucius' corpse, and he licks his lips. "A shootout?"] Yeah. How often they happenin' 'round here? * Millie takes the water not too reluctantly. Apparently someone doesn't understand sarcasm. [He looks at Lucius again. "All the time," he says carefully. "You want me to treat the Injun girl?"] Yeah. [He nods, then walks over to Tairan and Millie, kneeling so he can get a good look at her. "Lie down," he says as he opens the bag, pulling out a few bottles, bandages, and such. His hands are shaking slightly. He also sets up a candle so he can see better.] * Millie hasn't gotten up yet, so that isn't hard. (I thought she sat up, but whatever!) (She's been jerked upright every once and a while from the coughing but never actually sat up of her own free will.) * Tairan steps back a bit to give the man some room. [The doctor pours something for Millie and hands it to her, instructing her to drink, and he gets to work removing bullets and bandaging wounds. As good a job as John did, this guy's better, extracting bullets almost effortlessly despite his hands shaking. Every once in a while, he wipes his brow and glances around the room again.] * Millie drinks the liquid as best as she can manage, dribbling all over herself [It's bitter but soothing, and it does calm Millie once she gets past the taste. She feels more drowsy, too.] ( Does it come with a free frogurt? ) (No.) ( ;_; ) (That's crap. :3) * Millie half-closes her eyes and lays back. But eww. [The doctor works for about half an hour, bandaging Millie and cleaning her up. Hopefully she isn't too modest... well, that'd take work with how drowsy she is, because he had to partially remove and cut off some clothing to get at some wounds.] * Millie has been reduced to groggy fan service! Woe! [But he finishes, and even bruises and scrapes are patched up! And he sits back and wipes at his brow again. "There, she's stable. Make sure she drinks a lot of-" He takes a breath. "Water. Not so much liquor. Avoid strenuous work."] Can she ride if we keep a slow pace? [He starts quickly packing his things. "Hm? Oh yes. Yes. Easy riding is fine, but she needs rest."] * Tairan nods. "What do we owe you?" * John waits for that to come out. ( Nothing, the chance to touch girlflesh was more than enough.) [He nods at Tairan's question as he finishes packing his things, then he seems to realize it *was* a question. "Oh. Just f-" He stops, looks at Millie again, then says, "Four hundred. Two hundred for the quick emergency job and medicine, then doubled. I have insomnia," he says, as though that explains everything. He stands and wipes at his brow, then pauses.] ["Oh, medicine." He pulls out the bottle of stuff he had Millie drink and sets it down next to her. "There. Half a cup of that and half a cup of water for a week."] * Millie doesn't manage to respond. She's far too drowsy. ( Z!) * John glances at Tairan and Millie. "Was Jinx takin' care of things like this, or do I gotta cover it?" * Tairan pulls a wad of bills out of his pack. "Make it five. For your discretion." ( I'm not paying for saving her life. Well, don't look at ME!) ( Actually, I am paying for it. =P ) [He just looks at John, then Tairain. He looks a bit surprised before he nods. "Okay. Thank you."] (Well, that was put down before you actually said that ;P) (Woot! I get to save my non-existent cash because it's all in Kanmon. o.o) Thank you, sir. * John tips his hat to the doctor. "Thanks for helpin' out. Need help getting back home?" ( Wait, you're actually PAYING that? I thought I was joking. Woohoo!) ["No." He takes another breath, then switches his medicine bag to his other hand. "No, I'm just fine."] ( Always tip well for good service and not ratting you out to the lynch mob. ) (... WHAT lynch mob?) (If they lynched every person who won a shootout, then everyone'd be dead.) ( The one that would come for us if they found out we killed Lucius? =P ) (... You say that like they'd care?) * Tairan hands the doctor 500 dollars. ( Son of the town hero? ) [He takes the money, reaches up to tip his hat, realizes he isn't wearing it, and just sorta... waves before hurrying out the hole. In the wall.] ( And they might stumble upon the mangled corpse of said town hero? ) (Son of the hero of a town of outlaws, insurgents, and the biggest pit of villainy in all of Teck. I don't think they'd care.) (The more likely thing is they'd fight over who gets his stuff.) * Tairan looks around. "We should probably get a bit of distance between us and this house before we make camp for the night." * Millie has her eyes closed, breathing easier than she was. She doesn't seem to be moving any time soon. * Tairan rubs his neck. "Man, what a mess." [Yes, Tairan. Yes, it is.] [End!]