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[Glass]

It is, to a degree, a matter of who's quicker on the draw. But more than that, it's accuracy.

Celling pulls out his own pistol, makes sure it's direct on the guardsman's head, and pulls the trigger.

"What was that, baron?"

[Tyrant Leviathan]

Indeed. These scum favor the rebels. And total disrespect. Makes me want to make weapons of mass destruction against them. But we are the good guys, so that’s not happening.

[blueturtle1134]

The Guardsman, a tall, handsome fellow, drew his revolver.

"Sir, with all due respect, I was never truly on your side," he said, in an accent neither Antarctican nor Argentine.

He pulled the trigger, waiting to see Baron Prenner Goldsmith breathe his last.

It is, to a degree, a matter of who's quicker on the draw. But more than that, it's accuracy.

Celling pulls out his own pistol, makes sure it's direct on the guardsman's head, and pulls the trigger.

"What was that, baron?"

Spoiler: Who's dead? (click to show/hide)

Roll d7:

1 = Baron dead
2 = Iridium dead
3 = Both dead
4 = Neither dead
5 = Iridium holds Celling at gunpoint
6 = Baron injured, Iridium dead
7 = Baron dead, Iridium injured

Result: 7

Iridium fires.

He leaps out of the way as Celling draws his own weapon and shoots him. The bullet hits him in the leg.

The Baron goes crashing to the ground, blood oozing out of the hole in his chest.

(Relating to escape: There's woods around the train station, and you could hide inside as well.)

[Iris]

"You'll regret this, Celling. We could have been friends. Know that I am not a man you wish to have as an enemy."

With this, the figure darts into the train station.

To my fellow players, those above this world: those who support the new regime will know riches beyond their wildest dreams. Those who anger me will know pain and suffering. Choose wisely.

[Tyrant Leviathan]

: Still at sea. Wonders if the plot has flashback of when fixed the Hacob child. As to have some peace of mind.:

: How much longer until the new land. Plotting to expand the Republic, starting with upper America.:

[Glass]

"Men, after him."

Pursue Iridium - preferably captured alive to be brought to court, but dead also works if necessary.

Note: Iri, you were shot in the leg.

[Iris]

Why, yes, I am aware.

[Glass]

Ok, I just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page of "you can't really run after having been shot in the goddamned leg".

[Iris]

Dramatic license, my dear Glass. You have much to learn.

[Glass]

Dramatic license, my dear Glass. You have much to learn.

And yet, the entire situation is irrelevant to the Plot, and you especially. What here indicates the use of dramatic-based rules rather than standard ones>

[Madman198237]

No, don't chase him, SHOOT HIM HE'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF US AND ATTEMPTING TO LEG IT ON A DAMAGED LEG AND WE OUTNUMBER HIM A LOT. Medical check on the Baron, for whatever it (isn't) worth.

[Iris]

Dramatic license, my dear Glass. You have much to learn.

And yet, the entire situation is irrelevant to the Plot, and you especially. What here indicates the use of dramatic-based rules rather than standard ones>

No, don't chase him, SHOOT HIM HE'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF US AND ATTEMPTING TO LEG IT ON A DAMAGED LEG AND WE OUTNUMBER HIM A LOT. Medical check on the Baron, for whatever it (isn't) worth.

Fools, both of you. The Plot lacks a villain. I killed him. What better candidate than me to replace him?

[Glass]

That wasn't a Plot villain. That was a Blue "I don't want you to win quite yet" "villain".

No, don't chase him, SHOOT HIM HE'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF US AND ATTEMPTING TO LEG IT ON A DAMAGED LEG AND WE OUTNUMBER HIM A LOT. Medical check on the Baron, for whatever it (isn't) worth.

Fair. +1

[Tyrant Leviathan]

+ shoot out his other leg and fuck da Barons medic aid.

[Glass]

So, it's been more than a week.