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[Stirk]

An APPRENTICE of course! We're needing a sidekick, as the.. loneliness has kinda.. driven you crazy. But you search town to town trying to find a genius like yourself. Of course, selling your merchandise too.. for a high price, and totally not kidnapping people and experimenting them to create horrific necromantic-mechanoid creations to serve you!

+1 to an APPRENTICE/PROJECT We shall merge mankind with weapons technology to create the first TRULY LIVING WEAPON!

((Seems to be the winner.))

Another clatter, another evacuation, another abandoned table. Only a third of the formally crowded bar is left, with the remaining patrons glancing between me and the door. The bartender continues his actions as usual, as if he was part machine himself.

"Yer new in town. So its only fair ta warn ya."

He continues, pausing more briefly then before.

"It ain't a good idea ta try selling that kind of stuff here. Not anymore, at least. An' anyone that would make a good Apprentice either ran out, went into hidin' or..."

The bartender breaks eye contact, looking through the door, as if to make sure nobody was watching.

"Ya can't be too surprised about this. If ya found this town, ya had to find out 'bout 'em. Do ya know what yer up against?"

What I'm up against? Of course. They are...

((Now is a time to decide the [first?] baddie! I have a [Default] antagonist ready if the answer is actually no  ))

[crazyabe]

The NecroMechanic, Who ever herd of any one worse?

[Kassire]

The lizard-men space alien dictators of course!

[Audioworm333]

The Church of Bernard, who militantly enforce tradition and consider innovation - and, by extension, inventors such as us - to be sinful.

[crazyabe]

The Church of Bernard, who militantly enforce tradition and consider innovation - and, by extension, inventors such as us - to be sinful.

+1

[Funk]

The kobold  war boys and the steam power deathtracks

[High tyrol]

The Church of Bernard, who militantly enforce tradition and consider innovation - and, by extension, inventors such as us - to be sinful.

+1

1+

[Gwolfski]

The Church of Bernard, who militantly enforce tradition and consider innovation - and, by extension, inventors such as us - to be sinful.

+1

1+

1+1

[BluarianKnight]

The Aryan Priestess, an unholy priest of a local death god that is told to keep laboratories filled with eldritch monstrosities to send toward her enemies. She scares the crap out of EVERYONE. EXCEPT YOU.

[Hawk132]

The Church of Bernard, who militantly enforce tradition and consider innovation - and, by extension, inventors such as us - to be sinful.

+1

1+

1+1

+1.

[Stirk]

((Alright, this schedule seems to be working well so far.))

The Church of Bernard, who militantly enforce tradition and consider innovation - and, by extension, inventors such as us - to be sinful.

The room is emptied in an instant, with the remaining patrons bolting out of the saloon like pellets from a shotgun (making an equivalent sound, I might add). The bartender and myself are now alone. The room is now silent enough that I can hear the bartender polishing his shotgun, a rhythmic sound like a clock ticking.

He finally stops, setting down the rag as he flips the safety off.

"That's right. And tradition pays well, don't you know? I ain't gonna say anythin', don't worry about that."

He seems to have removed the pause before speaking-as if clearing the room cleared his head.

"But those fellas who just left aren't going to let an opportunity like that pass by. Half of 'em probably went to tell the Church you are here...the other half knew the Church already knows and is probably sending someone here even now, and they don't wanna get involved. You better leave before they arrive..."

I find myself breaking eye contact with the man, looking at his gun. It had been polished to a mirror-like shine, I could probably see myself in its barrels if it wasn't so black. Now that I think about it, I haven't seen myself in a while, have I? I've almost forgotten what I look like.

I turn around in my circular chair, leaning back against the bar while looking across the abandoned saloon. I gaze into the window, tinted by dirt to the point of barely allowing light in, looking for any signs of trouble. Then I notice my reflection in the glass, hard to make out passed the grime. I find myself taking the opportunity to focus on it, seeing nothing dangerous outside.

Really, really hard to make out. I find myself almost asking, what do I see?

((Character appearance/ things that can be seen by appearance alone.

Of course, at this rate, the character will take forever to finish  . In addition to the characterization post, there is now enough of a setting that you can suggest actions. I would prefer if you +1nd actions and character traits seperatly. If no action is taken, the bad guys will show up after we are done looking at ourselves.))

[crazyabe]

We are a White Male, with brown hair, an Awesome Mustache, and Three scars down by our left eye that would have made us half blind if we had any less luck.

[Funk]

We are a White Male, with brown hair, an Awesome Mustache, and Three scars down by our left eye that would have made us half blind if we had any less luck.

+1

[Stirk]

((Aaaand Stirk has a test today, so no update~. Current winner: White guy, brown hair, mustache and scars etc. No current action beyond waiting for baddies to show up.))

[Aseaheru]

Adding vote to whitedude with awesome facial hair and scars.