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[Fniff]

"Listen, you picked the wrong person. My father has assassinated 150 people, and my mother has killed five presidents, including John F. Kennedy. I moved to this shithole of a city so that I could get a job, since my profession is not required since the cease-fire with the IRA and British forces. I am tired of working for crackheads searching for their stashes, and I hear this city has a lot of hated people in it. Now, that move you are using was my brother's move (A terrible version of it, I might add.), and I came up with a way to counter it, like so."

Johnny grabs the leg, tosses upward, and kicks Samuel in the thighs, tossing him off-balance. Johnny grabs Sam before he falls to the ground, and slams him against the wall.

"So, do you have an apartment? I am kinda getting my bearings, and I don't make too much of a mess."

[Taricus]

Taric, by now pissed at the bartender's death and thus unable to get any more drinks legally, unholsters his pistol and points it at Johnny's head.
"I don't care who the fuck you are or why you lopped a bit of someone's finger, but nobody wrecks my favorite pub!"

[Fniff]

Johnny drops Samuel to the ground, and looks at Taric.

"OK, now it gets a little bit more violent. Listen, you can get another pub but I can't get another life. So, let's talk this out. Or not. I could just go eat some food. I hear this town has great pasta."

[Taricus]

"First, you pay for his finger reattachment. Second, you steal the beer from this place. That's all of it too"

[Fniff]

"Fine."

Johnny grudgingly hands Sam two dollars. Then he grabs the beer.

"Now what? Can we get something to eat?"

[Riccto]

Ric stands with his pistol in his hand, he hasn't shot anyone all day how disappointing,He looks over to Johnny with a disapproving look
"Fingers run for a good deal more than two dollars.

[Fniff]

"Not if you find some good sources. Such as that hobo out the back. He looks trustworthy."

Johnny grins.

[Taricus]

"His own finger gets reattached. Professionally too"

Taric has now jumped over the bar, putting it between him and john.

[Fniff]

"Christ, OK. He can go to that clinic, alright? It's free. So what if the doctors don't have degrees?"

[Riccto]

Jon cocked his head to the side, just staring at the man as his fingers tightened around the well worn grip

"Yeah? and I heard Bullets are good for fixing attitudes. I heard that from plenty of good, trustworthy sources."

[Fniff]

"Christ, guys, you are robbing me blind."

Johnny takes out 100 dollars and gives it to Sam.

[Aqizzar]

It's important that we don't get into Kudzu RP. This is a game that I'd like to run with many players, and not everyone can be online all the time. That means that rapid-fire posting is frowned upon. If a person hasn't been online in 24 hours, and there are 10 new pages of twists and turns for them to try to catch up on, it gets old fast. If you get online at the same time as a few other people, feel free to roleplay an entire conversation, but please don't use the thread except for the end result. I recommend IRC channel #chaospoint on irc.newnet.net if you'd like to try it. Otherwise, it's perfectly fine to give a summation of what your character is going to do.

[Fniff]

((Oh yeah.

Let's stop.))

[Simmura McCrea]

Simmura grinned at the fight erupting and wondered if it'd turn into a full brawl. Alas, it didn't, but it was a good show. Shame about the bartender getting injured. "You guys are fun, but dinnae get the poor lad behind the bar involved, aye? Some of us like a bit of drink, even if it's American, and he cannae serve if he's bleeding out."

((EDIT: Recton powers go!))

[Strife26]

Well, that was interesting, to say the least. I suppose that I'll continue to observe.

Although I would caution against unilaterally cutting part of a guy's finger off, kinda bad form (unless that was planned out in advance, in which case, good show).