There was the matter of finding a gunsmith too you recalled, at least to see if it was possible for you to pick up on anything that related to it. In a way, it was sad that while you had always been brilliantly minded, you hadn't been one for tinkering so much. It was something that you figured came with having lived through less advanced ages, having seen civilisation rise up from bows and arrows, swords and shields and embrace gunpowder for warfare. You were already set in your ways as a brilliant tactician, able to even the odds, able to turn things about at the last moment and claim victory from the jaws of defeat.
You needed more ammunition too, as your meager number of bullets remaining wasn't enough to really allow you to do much if you ran into more than a few things in a night. A blade of some kind to accompany it would be good, too. Something with enough reach to be useful and enough mass to be dangerous.
You strode down the streets, your new boots looking out of place against your current clothing, though you were going to change that just as soon as you reached Reds pub. It was funny to think that several days prior to this you had been a convict, that you had nothing but the clothing on your back to your name.
A few days hard work.
A few fights for money.
Everything boiled down to your drive to better your situation.
You were unstoppable when you put yourself to something wholey and truely, you were brilliant when you had a problem that required you to shine. You had always shone like the brightest star in the heavens, but now it was time for you to shine like you never had before.
As you stepped onto the busy street that lead to Red's bar you picked up your pace slightly, humming to yourself as you danced between people. Literally. The mornings shock had worn off already and you were in good spirits, weaving between people as you occasionally twirled the more receptive ones about with you as you passed them by. Maybe it was the fact you had a plan, maybe you were slowly going insane. It didn't matter what the reason, as life was something to live, life was beautiful.
The city was a bustling and foul smelling place, but it was beautiful too.
As you danced through the doorway of the pub you felt all eyes on you as you tapped your heels, as you danced to the merry jig played by the musicians warming up customers who had arrived for a morning drink. "Well, ain't ye in fine spirits this mornin' kid." came Red's voice as you weaved your way across the room, though he scowled as he saw fresh cuts and bruises visible on your face. "Christ almighty, e'ery day ye come 'ere ye look like ye've been wrestlin' bears." He stated, though you merely chuckled in response.
As he gestured to the clothing over your arm you grinned slightly. "I just picked these up, I figured I'd need to look respectable as I plan to go into town on my break." you responded before he could voice the question on the tip of his tongue. "And yes, I'll go and get changed into it now, as I know you're dying to see how someone such as myself could possibly look respectable."
Without another word you ducked into the kitchen, knowing that it was safe for the time being to get changed here. Your new jacket along with your gunbelt was placed with Red's coat on the rack near the back door, while you quickly removed your old clothes and dressed in the new ones. It was almost a shame you thought, as you finished dressing, that there was no mirror so you could see how you looked dressed 'respectably' like this.
You stepped back through into the main room as you rolled your sleeves up, double checking that your shirt was tucked properly into the trousers you wore and your waistcoat was straight. Red's expression said it all as you read the suprise on his face, seeing how he was pleasantly suprised by this. "Kid, given th'part o'town we're in, ye're probably th'best dressed man 'ere right now."
In high spirits you spent the morning assisting Red with cleaning and moving barrels, throwing out troublesome patrons and further cleaning. As dinner time approached Red's wife voiced her approval of your attire as you assited her with preperations and as dinner time passed, you took your belt and jacket from the rack, letting Red know you'd be back shortly.
As you stepped out the door and started along the path, having decided that you'd get more ammunition and a knife before you visited the guilds you found yourself caught offguard by a strange thought. Was this slow awakening as you recovered your lost potential comparable to how awakening from a dream felt for a person with a more finite lifespan?
Maybe it was the realisation that more of your potential had been unlocked that had you come to this conclusion. The question as always was, what lost aspect of your former self had you recovered?You have another point to spend... Choose its purpose wisely.Earth: 4 - (Resiliance)
Fire: 5 - (Marksman)
Air: 5 - (Tactics)
Water: 4 - (Reading People)
Powers:
0 - Ageless.
You have all of eternity to complete your tasks, forever in your prime.
2 (fm) - Unkillable.
Death cannot claim you. Injury, poison, disease and the like still have their effects however, along with their associated downtime.
Points Pool: 1
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