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[Furtuka]

"Any good work for a team of traveling monster hunters around here?"

[Fniff]

"Hey! Why does everyone hate me! I have done absolutely nothing between being dead and being re-alive!" Abdul shouts. He sits up, and sulks. Blankey walks towards Hound.

"Puppy!" Blankey shouts, pointing at the ground.

"...Right, I am just going to assume you aren't from around here. If you want to do some business as Supernatural Marshals, we should get you to town. I think a settlement is about..." Hound points in a direction.

"That way." He says. "Want to go?"

[Bdthemag]

"Yes but mind telling us where we are?"

[Fniff]

"Now, now. We are about... Hm. I'd say west of Crayton's Log. And settlement is that way, so... Let's head that way." Hound's horse trots off in the direction of the settlement.

"Yaay! Nape!" Blankey grabs Abdul and drags him.

[choobakka]

King grimaces. "Walking... Always walking... Couldn't even get a bonehorse because the bloody necromancer's been kicked out of the little club... And I don't have a wand or a gun or anything... Hell. I hate the desert." King follows Hound towards the town.

[Furtuka]

"I have an idea" Kidd held up the Blankey Andross card "LIBERATIO! now fly me to town" and so the Alternate Blankey now under his control picked him up and flew towards the town.

[Fniff]

(Timeskip! Hey, I wonder what makes this freeform RP different. Usually, it's just nonsensical posturing, but now... This is something cool.)

The town is pretty barren. It's a normal town, but it probably only houses 50 people at most.

Hound gets off his horse and ties it up.

"We should get you to a garment makers. I don't know about you, but your future gear... Is silly. Very silly." Hound snickers.

Kidd crash-lands into a watertower.

[Furtuka]

"reverto" said Kidd as the Blankey was sucked back into the card. "Which way sir?" Asked Kidd as he climbed over the ruined remains of the water tower.

[Fniff]

Hound walks into a clothes shop. A very bored looking teenager is manning the register, but mostly reading his pulp book.

"... Yeah?" He drawls in a Cajun accent. "What you want?"

"A bit far from Louisiana, aren't we, Cajun?" Hound smiles.

"What you implying?" The Cajun continues to read.

[choobakka]

King said, "Great. Vests and bolo ties. Fun. At least I can get a hat."

[Furtuka]

Kidd grabs a black longcoat similar to his own, along with a cowboy hat.

[Fniff]

The Cajun looks up, and stares the newcomers.

"... You from the east?" He asks, confused.

"Not yet!" Blankey says.

"At least, until Cthulu comes and decides he wants a western snack!" Abdul happily says.

"Uh. Alright." The Cajun points to some cowboy gear. "That'd be... Free. Just get out of my store quickly."

Hound smiles. "Thank you."

[choobakka]

King looks around, and gets a grey hat, and a Badass Browncoat. "Reynolds. Malcom Reynolds." He cracks up. "Can't take myself seriously." He looks around some more, and grabs a shirt and some pants and boots. "Let's go. We are scaring this boy at the counter." He grins a little, and whispers "Illuso Darconis" A small dragon appears, and crawls up the kid's arm. He jumps, and the dragon disappears in a puff of smoke as King walks out the door.

[Furtuka]

"So where did you say we could get some work?"

[Bdthemag]

Briar grabs a black duster, along with a black cowboy hat. "I may as well...look the part."