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Into The Night; She's just sixteen years old
Topic Started: Dec 13 2016, 11:43 AM (595 Views)
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Daybreak in Bucket Town wasn't exactly among the more beautiful sights Felix had been treated to in his life, and the entire city had begun to lose its rusty glimmer in the Gunslinger's eyes now that he was no longer near-death from starvation and dehydration. He'd begun to question whether or not it really was worth it to ruin this poor fruit saleman's life just to make a name for himself in a frontier backwater, but in many ways, he was in too deep to stop now. And besides, what the fuck with Daddy say if Felix didn't have the spine to carry this through and step all over some no-name merchant for his own personal gain? "Two-Shot" Tobias Moritz wouldn't pussy out now, and Felix Moritz sure as shit wouldn't either.

Zipping up his fly and quieting the self-doubt, Felix began to gather up his belongings from the pack they were rolled up in. It'd been a long night of little sleep since Felix had blown into town, gotten his shit sorted, and prepared for the coming ambush on Abraham. Madame Rose had been a frigid bitch and rejected Felix's request for a room over the night, so the Gunslinger was forced to beat up a junkie in the tent village to secure some lodging. Not exactly luxury accommodations befitting a man of his caliber, but when in Rome, live like a fucking hobo. Or something like that. Either way, it was three walls and relative privacy to rub one out while to calm his nerves for the coming day, so it was passable.

Moritz pulled his shirt over his head, buttoned the bib on the front most of the way, and reached into his bag for the pair of homemade revolvers he'd kept toted with him. First Leftie, opening its loading gate and making sure all four hollowpoints were in place. Then Rightie, doing the same, and tucking both into the holsters that he'd sewn into his pants. In his left back pocket, there were eight spare rounds, and his right held an empty mason jar pulled from Madame Rose's desk. More a gesture than anything, flaying some poor bastard's balls off to put on some terrifying dominatrix madame's desk wasn't exactly Felix's intent, but if things went far enough south, he could get his below-the-belt scalping on. That filet knife was snug in his belt, after all. Standing up to his feet and dusting off his new pair of chaps, Felix slung his bag over his back and then picked up the pre-tied-lasso he'd gotten from Cowboy, spooling it around his jittering hands to get a feel for the thing. If this all went perfectly, Felix wouldn't have to fire a shot, and Abraham might just come quiet, but God damn, this could go south.

Wrapping the lasso around one of his suspenders, Felix stepped outside of the tent flaps once more, one boot standing in a pool of his own piss as he finished watching the sunrise over the sea of junkies, drifters, and corpses dotting the tent village, before taking in a deep breath of that putrid air and heading out for the center of town, pulling his hat down low on his brow. He knew where Abraham worked now, knew he'd find the man at some point outside of the church, and if he could get him alone, or close to alone, it'd be perfect. It'd all go smooth. But until then, Felix made a point of keeping a low profile. He didn't widen his gait to make his spurs jangle, he didn't put on that Lone Stranger swagger, instead slipping into an alley near the squat adobe building that housed Hooked, and waited in the shade, waiting for midday to dawn, and waiting to spring his ambush on Abraham. It was high time to restore Scratch's honor, and even higher for Felix's fifteen minutes of fame to dawn.
Felix "Misfire" Moritz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 5 6 4 7 6 9 3
Weapons: 2x Homemade Revolvers, Filet Knife
Armor: Desert Clothing + Leather Stripper Chaps
Inventory: 8x .32 Hollowpoints, 2x Holsters, Tanker Goggles, Jar of Molerat Pheromones, Large Hide, Cowboy's Lasso, Tier 1 Stripper Armor
Traits: Fast Shot, Revolving Killer, Duelist
Revolving Killer, Slicked-Back Hair, Unfathomable Badass
Bucket Town Rep. - 100

"Kit" Khalid Elbaz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 5 8 5 7 5 3
Weapons: Cricket Bat, Phazer, Two-shot Derringer
Armor: Raider Football Pads (Tin Can Breastplate)
Inventory: Hotel Towels, Toolbelt, Nylon rope
Traits: Duelist, Fast Learner, Bruiser

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A few figures approached the front of the store. Two of them looked like raiders, at least apparel wise but the figures seemed wrong for it if you considered their equipment but it was hard to make out much of them so it was difficult to tell if either of the men was the target returning to his shop. They seemed to be leading an injured giant of a man behind them so he definitely wasn't the target. However instead of going to the ground floor they seemed to be going down below to the basement. If Felix had done some investigating, he would have discovered that the doctor used to work in the basement of the church before she and Abraham came to terms about him acquiring the space since it was cooler and better for food storage and had been using it to help establish the Salvitors food bank. She then moved up to the ground floor because the pastor that used to dwell there had been displaced due to public opinion and a recent trial. So it was possible they had simply made a mistake and hadn't been here for some time and hadn't seen the sign in the faint light.

The strange part was despite this being the 'closed' time, they apparently walked right in. After a few minutes there was some panicked voices echoing from the inside. Followed by some shattering glass and two gun shots and a scuffle. Then the place went quiet... Unfortunately, none of this mattered since Felix wasn't staking out the place yet but perhaps the sounds of conflict drew his attention. (*lol)

After about twenty minutes a third man came up out of the basement that could have been his target escorting the injured giant. The giants face was still bloody and he was clutching bandages to his head. He seemed a lot lighter equipment wise then when he came in, but now seemed to be carrying a cardboard box under his offhand. After reaching the top of the stairs the man seemed to be directing the giant around to the front of the church and the giant staggered off most likely for treatment as the possible suspect scurried back into the targets shop and closed the door after him. This time it had been locked.

It would be much later in the morning, perhaps even closing in on noon before one of the suspects re-emerged from the stairwell. He carried up one man, who looked badly injured but as if he had been stabilized by some emergency treatment with some actual medical supplies. The mans hair had been whetted and slicked back by Abraham with his comb to try and throw off the quick to action or unobservant. After laying the man down he went back inside, grabbed the second man who had received a similar treatment aside from his actual healing and on the way out closed the door and locked it before taking him up to ground level and set him next to the other man. Abraham and Isaac had a secret method of unbarring the security wall in a pinch so he had used this to slide the bar back into place behind him considering that he was heading to the sheriffs office and may not be back for some time. He had also set the sign to 'closed' before walking up to the street though whether the actions at lower elevation could be observed from where Felix was, unknown. But if he could make out the entrance while observing this perhaps that might help make it harder for Felix to pick out his target among the three.

The person was a thin man with the build of 50's texas tycoon and facial features to match but he wore layers that gave him a slightly heftier look to the chest and shoulders. Having taken a bath and measures to clean himself earlier, what hair that was exposed under his desert trail style cowboy hat designed for shade was along the back and sides. It looked dry and hanging instead of combed back like usual, mainly cause the soap had stripped most of the grease and oil out. His thin mustache had also been shaved off in the upkeep, mainly cause he kept smelling something despite thoroughly washing his face and he found himself touching it with his tongue like a cold sore until it was gone. His eyes were a gentle green color that would have accented his mildly tanned skin from traveling the roads fairly well but the bill of the hat and the heavy load had this mans head at an angle most of the way making it hard to make out but also inhibited his ability to keep an eye out all the time.

His clothing seemed practical, the kind that you might wear for work or long travel and the pants had many pockets. His desert traveling coat was loosely held together with a belt that had not been knotted, for Abraham it was so he could still open it wide in case he needed to reach inside his coats inner pockets and the like. But if you caught a glimpse of him from a frontal angle you could tell he was likely sporting some kind of Leather vest under that coat and the sudden movements and shifts of the body and coat made subtle clinking or clunking noises (Lined with can plating). He seemed to be wearing a backpack and a quiver of bolts? Though what he shot them with wasn't obvious as it was holstered inside the jacket. He had the look of a hunter or a ranch hand about him, or perhaps even. A cowboy.

The man sighed as he looked over the two men and then knelt down and slowly but surely got his arm around each of their chests and held them to his sides and as high as he could by their armpits. His pace was slowed considering the weight of the raiders as he walked dragging their feet slightly but his path was taking him towards the Salvitor huts. Perhaps he was seeking some kind of good Samaritan to assist him with hauling these two to the sheriffs or was turning them over to get clean or repent their ways. Who could say?

Heck, whose to say there wasn't still someone in the business and his target wasn't even among the three here? There had been word of an assist people called Isaac, though whether Felix had investigated that~

[ Disguised appearance and false Abahams. Perception vs X (Cha?) To pick him out? ]
Reputation
+150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm!
+00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep

Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic!
S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1
6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5

Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray.
Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2)

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Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager.
S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1
4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10)

Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1),

Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing)

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If anyone had gone through the trouble, Abraham or otherwise, of attempting to throw off Felix's scent on the trail, they really were giving the bullshit artist a little too much credit. The Gunslinger had never been inside the church, never took note of any entrances besides the obvious ones, and instead just kept his eye out for anything 'suspicious.' Even the gunshots didn't do much to rouse Felix, though they were a little out of place. Mostly, it was two hours of staring at asses walking by, junkies, traders, brahmin... Whatever, Felix was bored out of his God damned skull waiting, watching folks mill in and out of the church while the sun beat down on the center of Bucket Town, midday lazily drifting Felix by and torching his skin to an even darker tan.

The Gunslinger was across the street, leaning on the squat adobe building that housed Hooked, whistling to himself off-key and thinking to himself that there might be some better ways to go about making a name for himself. Fuck, maybe that junkie bitch was as full of shit as he was, and there wasn't a point to playing hero. He could've just been chasing Scratch's hallucination, but Felix kept at least a smidgen of faith. The man would at least wait out the day to see if anyone he didn't recognize left and, some time after the gunshots rang out, just that happened. After the conflict had dispersed, at least from the perspective of a man several paces across the street, outside of the building where it'd happened, some injured men began to be pulled out from the basement of the church and into the daylight. After watching the spectacle for a few more moments, spitting onto the sand enough in nervous habit to make a small puddle near his buffed plastic cowboy boots, Felix hauled his ass off of the leaning position, straightened out his shoulders, and began to approach the trio.

The finer details of the men's appearances were lost on the Gunslinger, he came at them from behind, doing what he could to quell his nerves. Or, what the average person might do in such a situation, which is calm themselves down. Not like Felix needed calming, unfathomable ass-kicking badass that he was. Not like he might have been a smidgen scared of what was about to go down. Not as if this might become his first Gunfight in God only knows how long, Felix had Gunfights every morning with his fucking Sugar Bombs damn it.

Hold it together, Felix, you God damned disgrace.

Crossing the street at a moseying pace, Felix quietly lowered his right hand down to lock the hammer on his right revolver back, the zig-zag cylinder clicking in tune to his homemade spurs clanging softly with his steps. That hand shuttered softly, before being squeezed into a fist, because Felix is a big burly man's man who makes fists when he walks. Yeah, that's it. Get 'em, Felix. That quelled the shakes long enough for the man's left hand to begin unraveling the lasso from his suspenders, securing the spool of rope tightly in his left hand as he closed the distance on the trio, eyes staring daggers into the back of the standing man's head as the distance between them closed from twenty-five feet to twenty, then fifteen. Then ten. Then...

"Howdy there, folks. Y'all look like y'just got through a bit of a scuffle, hope I won't be inconveniencin' y'for too long, but I ain't got no choice 'ere." Felix took on an amiable mid-Southern drawl, something he'd heard rustling longhorn-brahmin in Kentucky. God damn mess, those Long-horns, two heads and two eyes, poor things ends up half-blinding themselves. Tangent topic, focus Felix. The Gunslinger grit his teeth, and stopped his pace, pausing before continuing, making it apparent he very much intended to be an inconvenience.

"Need'a take a look-see at y'friends here, if y'don't mind, pardner. Know they look a bit worse for wear 'ere, but I'm on the hunt for a man by the name of 'Abe.' Y'might be familiar, seems many a man is in this town, eh?" Felix settled his weight from one leg to the other, putting on a casual stance with his lasso still tight in his hand while speaking to the back of the head of the standing man. In the midst of waiting for the man carrying, what Felix assumed, was his injured compatriots, Felix spoke in an attempt to quash any replies before they happened, continuing to speak in an overbearing manner, sun beating down near-painfully on his back, searing his black leather chaps to an ungodly temperature, but that composure held.

"Yeeeup, I'm sure you're familiar."

Felix "Misfire" Moritz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 5 6 4 7 6 9 3
Weapons: 2x Homemade Revolvers, Filet Knife
Armor: Desert Clothing + Leather Stripper Chaps
Inventory: 8x .32 Hollowpoints, 2x Holsters, Tanker Goggles, Jar of Molerat Pheromones, Large Hide, Cowboy's Lasso, Tier 1 Stripper Armor
Traits: Fast Shot, Revolving Killer, Duelist
Revolving Killer, Slicked-Back Hair, Unfathomable Badass
Bucket Town Rep. - 100

"Kit" Khalid Elbaz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 5 8 5 7 5 3
Weapons: Cricket Bat, Phazer, Two-shot Derringer
Armor: Raider Football Pads (Tin Can Breastplate)
Inventory: Hotel Towels, Toolbelt, Nylon rope
Traits: Duelist, Fast Learner, Bruiser

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If Abraham didn't know better, he'd swear someone was giving him the eye. But that couldn't be, he'd done so much good for the community ~ the people loved him… Right? The soft clank of spurs following in behind him, no no~ that was just the general traffic of the Square it's busy this time of day yeah. Right?

"Howdy there, folks. Y'all look like y'just got through a bit of a scuffle, hope I won't be inconveniencin' y'for too long, but I ain't got no choice 'ere." A voice called out from behind. Abrahams pace continued for a few more steps as he shifted his body to lead left and somewhat strafe walk so he could look at whose talking because the heads were in the way of proper vision. One of the raiders was now blocking a majority of his side profile. When he eyed Felix stopped in his walk.

"Hmmm, your not with them right?" He added shrugging one of the raiders. "I'd prefer not to have to fight a third man before lunch time." He added with a sigh. "The food co-op does not pay me enough for this shit." He grumbled shaking his head a bit with a grumble as he turned his head back with a sigh.

"That question was soon answered by the following. ""Need'a take a look-see at y'friends here, if y'don't mind, pardner. Know they look a bit worse for wear 'ere, but I'm on the hunt for a man by the name of 'Abe.' Y'might be familiar, seems many a man is in this town, eh?"" the man settled his weight from one leg to the other, putting on a casual stance with his lasso still tight in his hand while speaking to the back of the head of the standing man. ""Yeeeup, I'm sure you're familiar."" The mans last line though was added promptly and in an overbearing manner.

Turning his head back to face the man. "Sure thing man," He added leaning back to his right to lower the first guy down to the ground without dropping him.

"Look im just trying to do my job here man, yeah I know the guy, lots of people do. People between here and the tri county area know the guy for everything from his charity food drives to saving a group of five or more bucket town scavengers from siege by raiders up at the old airport that ended with the detonation of a dirty bomb." He added while pulling his arm out from under the guy as he stood back up. "That was back when it was still a Neo confederate base though." He added shifting his cary style of the other man to holding him up by the back of his chest piece as he slowly paced towards him.

"Your suspicions correct though, I know him in a business sense." He added taking his hand from his side to raise the unconscious guys head up so he could get a clear look at him. "Im a member of the food Co-op, work out on Boss Briars corn farm and molerat ranch. I come into town every week or so to see if he needs someone to watch the shop since him and Isaac like to go out scavenging every once and awhile to help pay the bills. We supply corn and meat, he brings us the proceeds after it sells. Simple." He added in a matter of fact tone.

"If you're looking for him, he's been mentioning something about getting a couple building permits from the council members so that he knew where he could try and build a new greenhouse and a childrens home. Ya know, so the folks had a safe place to leave their kids while they worked and whatnot. He's probably excavating an old world home improvement store from the dust of the boneyard if I know him." Which he did. He flicked his hat upward slightly as he looked him in the eye.

"If you want I could use a hand hauling this scum to the sheriffs. Tried to execute someone in the shop and rob the place so im taking em in. Sent the guy they attacked to the doc up in the church..." He added as if contemplating it as he followed it up by. "I'd be willing to split the reward if there is one." He added in a suggestive lean as if the body on the ground was an offer and the reward or reputation an incentive. If he was interested in aiding him Abraham would keep walking that way so that he was not behind felix. He didn't want the man to get the impression he was trying to ambush him.

Whether he was interested or not he made sure to inquire. "So why you looking for Abe anyway Mister~? He added drawing out this portion as if to fish for his name even though he knew full well what his name was and why he was here.
Reputation
+150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm!
+00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep

Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic!
S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1
6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5

Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray.
Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2)

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Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager.
S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1
4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10)

Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1),

Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing)

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Felix had steeled himself for this to be a showdown between true men, meeting eye-to-eye and then drawing iron, firing pistols at one another until only one was left standing, horribly emotionally scarred for the rest of their natural life. That's what Gunslingers did, right? Sure, he'd never had a confrontation that romanticized before, but it had to happen someday, and what better a time than when two drifters blew into a town only big enough for one of them? Moritz had made his peace with God this morning, standing over that hobo he'd beaten into unconsciousness, proud of how perfect the divine above had made him, a true genius and Adonis to be sure, for even Felix had accepted the inevitability that it might be him slowly bleeding out in the dirt come the afternoon, however unlikely. There was a lot of preparation that came with challenging some son-of-a-bitch to take shots at you.

What Felix had failed to prepare himself for was just how boring his target was. This was the longest-winded mother fucker Felix had had the displeasure of listening to drone on in his entire God damn life, and the sheer volume of shit being spewed from the man, who may or may not have been Abe, made it harder for Felix to parse out the situation. Above and over that, it was starting to piss Felix off, he'd asked a straight-forward question and gotten barraged with answer after answer, and Felix's demeanor began to crack as he stared harder at the man before him's facial features, before lowering his left hand with the lasso slightly.

"And y'know all that... In a business sense." Moritz smelled bullshit, and there were one of two options here: Either this was a close confidant of Abraham, or, equally likely at this point, it was the Abraham Felix was looking for. "Well, I'm lookin' for this Abe fella on account of 'im takin' advantage of a young woman at Hooked, and I got a mite of suspicion this Abe ain't who he says he is." Felix let the lasso drop slightly, leaving about a length of four feet from his fist, the length of rope and the knot, and the Gunslinger opened his mouth as if he intended to continue speaking, doing what he could to keep up the illusion, for just a bit longer, that this was nothing more than a friendly inquiry.

Instead, Felix escalated the situation and forced the man's hand, shifting his body weight from one shoulder to the other and wheeling his left arm around to crack the half-inch width of knot in the rope against Abraham's jaw. Now, Felix wasn't an especially strong man, but he was hedging his bets on Abraham, described as 'thin' to him in the past, wasn't either, assuming this was the man he was after. What with the drifting coat Abe wore, Felix couldn't quite make out his body's shape. Not that that mattered now, following Felix's blow and the smack against the side of the man's face.

Leaving Abraham reeling from the first blow, Felix dropped the loop portion of the lasso he'd previously kept clenched in his fist, attempting to, instead of throwing, simply drop the length of rope around Abraham's shoulders, before putting his free right hand on the rope and cinching it up tight at the stunned man's elbows. With the rope cinched tight, Felix stepped back a few feet away from the two downed raiders, pulling Abraham with him.

"Now you ain't gonna bullshit me, son. We're gonna get to the bottom of this now, and y'either are Abe, or you're in that son-of-a-bitch's gang, I know it!" Felix forced the sound of righteous fury into his voice, despite being genuinely dispassionate about the whole situation, and why he was after Abraham. It was just a matter of keeping up the illusion. But now Moritz's priority was getting to the bottom of the man he had tied up's bullshit.

"You there!" Felix held tight onto the rope still, ready to yank it forcibly to keep his target in line, even as he addressed some bystander in the crowd, some local woman in her late twenties. "The fucker I got 'ere says he only knows Abe in a 'business sense,' works for 'im. That true, or is this Abraham 'imself?" he spoke the words 'business sense' with a heavy level of disgust, but his intent was clear. Everything he'd heard prior was that Abe was a famous man in these parts, and Felix was going to use that celebrity status to see if he was being lied to.

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Felix "Misfire" Moritz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 5 6 4 7 6 9 3
Weapons: 2x Homemade Revolvers, Filet Knife
Armor: Desert Clothing + Leather Stripper Chaps
Inventory: 8x .32 Hollowpoints, 2x Holsters, Tanker Goggles, Jar of Molerat Pheromones, Large Hide, Cowboy's Lasso, Tier 1 Stripper Armor
Traits: Fast Shot, Revolving Killer, Duelist
Revolving Killer, Slicked-Back Hair, Unfathomable Badass
Bucket Town Rep. - 100

"Kit" Khalid Elbaz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 5 8 5 7 5 3
Weapons: Cricket Bat, Phazer, Two-shot Derringer
Armor: Raider Football Pads (Tin Can Breastplate)
Inventory: Hotel Towels, Toolbelt, Nylon rope
Traits: Duelist, Fast Learner, Bruiser

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"And y'know all that... In a business sense." *Kindness of strangers*
Those words gave Abraham a terrible feeling. He wanted to trust that this could still be resolved if he kept up the gambit but went for his non violent ace in the hole. Having let go of the bandits hair to release his head earlier and still at a slight side profile he pulled his right arm up inside his jacket sleeve and grabbed a hold of the button for the walkie talkie hooked to his belt.

"Well, I'm lookin' for this Abe fella on account of 'im takin' advantage of a young woman at Hooked, and I got a mite of suspicion this Abe ain't who he says he is." Abraham should have known something was coming, but he tended to give people the benifit of the doubt until they proved him wrong and the like.

"Huh, that dont sound like Abe. Maybe you got the wrong~" SMACK! *Not the face!*
Even if he had tried to shift the guy in front of him into the path ropes were notorious for wrapping around a thing and still managing a hit. But his panicked flinch and attempt had lessened the blow slightly but unfortunately it wouldn't be enough. Having lost his hold in a moment of a daze his body spun around slightly and the Raiders body fell to the ground. Even if he had tried reaching to recover it, this would do no good now as a rope was tightly around his elbows.

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"Wait, that's the voice of Mcnabb?" Isaac blurted out in the sheriffs office suddenly. "That dirty thief! He must be attacking Abraham! I must head back to try and rescue him~" Isaac added assuming his owner would not have left the stores relative security given the situation. The robot tilted and hovered his way out the door with expedience and haste. Even if it was a few blocks away, this situation would probably long be done by the time he made it. Strangely enough the commotion was right down the street about four blocks away.

The police would clearly hear a lot of shots fired, yelling and screams of pain from down the street. They would surely help one of their citizens against some unknown stranger, right?

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The only thing that had probably kept him from hitting the ground was the rope and a sudden recovery. 'Dammit~' the thought rings out from Abraham's head after having just recovered from a short stagger. 'Should have been honest or gone for first blood. Stupid mistake. When will I learn that not everyone can be reasoned with or trusted.' Abraham had been turned around by the strike.

Looking over his shoulder as his face began to redden. "What food vendor has a gang you jackass~" He grunted as felix yanked him into line. As he called out and turned to get a woman's attention he released the button on the walkie hoping Isaac had figured out he needed assistance and drew his foldable shaving razor he had hidden in his jacket sleeve from the arm that was inside the coat. Reaching his forearm up at an angle through the front of his traveling coat the blade sliced into the rope. He attempted to cut his way through the lasso with subtle movements of the wrist, rather then risk shaking his arms excessively and making it obvious the man that had his back to him now was up to something.

Keeping an eye on the scene from a side glance he milked every second he could as he tried to cut his bonds. "Alright alright, you got me Mcnabb!" He blurted this out in a tone that he hoped might make him wonder 'how did he know my name?'. "You were hunting a guy name Rhys, killed your sister, you been trailing him for fourteen months? That's more or less what you said verbatim right?" He stated these things in a manner as if to build a point.

"The Madam gets plenty of slick talking con men like you, I knew you were coming the moment you went to her since i've done a few jobs for her. Her proposal was a lie, im guessing she'd hope i'd panic and try to kill you, cause I mean who wants someone going after their testicles over a claim like this!?" He said with a sigh of consignment.

"I dont like getting used to deal with other peoples dirty businesh..." He added as if to say 'no good deed goes unpunished' as he began to drool a little as the lower portion of his cheek had started to swell up. His only hope to keep his Jewels was to put enough doubt in the mans mind about the madam and that he might still take him in to the sheriff he was going to anyway and get his reward.

If the rope cut or snapped from Felix's handling or his actions he'd toss the blade over to his other hand and reach for a glass bottle full of corn oil on his hip as he began to duck down and prepare to leap for some distance before scrambling away. He wouldn't have the time to light it, but maybe if the man lost his footing or composure due to the sudden change of it going limp he might have an opening to throw the bottle at him, or if he was particularly close smash it over his head before springing away in an attempt to follow the likely gunfire. Even if he shot it out of the air, hopefully it'd make enough distance between them that the oil still splashed over him causing him to lose traction and grip and make it harder for him to handle his weapons if it landed right.

[[ooc - Im pretty much willing to co-operate with Felix at this point if I get the impression he is actually taking me to the sheriffs and not trying to abduct me to a place he can torture me etc till Ali's back i'll probably stop attempting to escape. But if he breaks his own rope on accident or something despite taking him in, Abe will probably panic and go through with the above because he doesn't want to get beaten or shot up. ]]
Reputation
+150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm!
+00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep

Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic!
S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1
6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5

Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray.
Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2)

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Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager.
S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1
4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10)

Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1),

Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing)

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"A rapist masqueradin', deceivin' these fine folks of who he really is. I know y'ain't no food vendor, don't try to trick me. McNabb ain't a jackass, Rhys, you son of a bitch." Felix spat those words with hatred at Abraham, tossing the lines he'd spoken to the bystander away and refocusing on the back of Abraham, keeping him tied up. "Don't you try your silver-tongue lies with me, goddamnit. My sister's dead-and-cold 'cause of you, you ass-clown snake." Moritz looked to the two men on the ground at Abraham's feet, trying to think of a way he could fit them into this equation, before landing on it.

"Sit your ass down." Felix raised his right foot, released some of the slack on the rope suddenly, and booted Abraham's lower back to drop him onto his chest in the street, unknowingly dropping the man's body weight onto that straight razor in his hand with a poof of dry dust from the road. Then an idea came to Felix, and he quickly used the length of the rope he still hand to bind up Abraham's ankles next, taking a few seconds to perform a slap-dashed hog-tying. Taking a breath in from his nose, Moritz looked between the two unconscious raiders Abe had mentioned earlier. When Abraham said Felix's name, or more accurately, his current alias, Felix thought little of it. After all, that just proved that he was famous, didn't it? That villains even this far south trembled upon hearing the name 'Butch McNabb.'

"Now I want all y'all to hear and see this! See what becomes of a wolf in sheep's clothin'!" The Gunslinger called out to the poor citizens caught in the crossfire of this bullshit confrontation, demanding their attention, demanding they focus on what Felix had planned. The Northerner's right hand tugged out the already-cocked pistol from the holster at his right hip, raising it for effect for all to see, a flair for the dramatic so Bucket Town would remember this scene.

"I got 'ere Rhys, and his two accomplices Longrifle Lewis and Henry Boswick! The three members of the Two-Penis-..." Felix stopped himself, coming up with a better name for this gang he'd made up on the spot. "...Two Pennies and A Dime Gang!" Sure, it was uncreative, but Felix's God damn brilliance was that it made Abe look uncreative. Ha, you get 'em, Felix.

"These men got bounties from here to the Mason-Dixon, but Butch McNabb don't aim to collect. Only to redeem honor!" Felix then lowered his pistol, his right hand shaking as he squeezed the trigger down, causing the hammer to fall and one round to be punched squarely into the back of the man on Abraham's left, the one he'd been holding. Moritz then eased the hammer back, adjusted his aim to the right a few inches, and fired another blast, hitting the other man in the sternum and sending a splash of blood across the road and the side of Abraham's face.

Those two echoing blasts hung in the blazing, dry air, smoke billowing from the barrel of Felix's homemade pistol, the chamber latch rattling slightly with the jittering of his hand. The Gunslinger spoke once more, his voice dropping from addressing the crowd to only addressing his target, Abraham.

"You're gonna come with me, son, and you're gonna beg on your knees for Scratch and Ali's forgiveness, y'hear me? McNabb ain't your judge, but McNabb'll sure as shit be your executioner if y'try any funny business." The Gunslinger's speaking volume was low enough for the death gurgles of the man next to Abe's right ear to be audible as the pool of blood on the street grew wider.

"This man's done too much wrong, dealt too much hurt, for just McNabb to have his vengeance! Scratch is gonna have her's as well from Rhys, this son of a bitch who tricked y'all." With that, Felix tugged tightly on the rope, and attempted to drag Abraham with him, back towards Hooked, making sure to keep his head on a proverbial swivel for any ambush. Abe did have friends in Bucket Town, after all.
Felix "Misfire" Moritz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 5 6 4 7 6 9 3
Weapons: 2x Homemade Revolvers, Filet Knife
Armor: Desert Clothing + Leather Stripper Chaps
Inventory: 8x .32 Hollowpoints, 2x Holsters, Tanker Goggles, Jar of Molerat Pheromones, Large Hide, Cowboy's Lasso, Tier 1 Stripper Armor
Traits: Fast Shot, Revolving Killer, Duelist
Revolving Killer, Slicked-Back Hair, Unfathomable Badass
Bucket Town Rep. - 100

"Kit" Khalid Elbaz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 5 8 5 7 5 3
Weapons: Cricket Bat, Phazer, Two-shot Derringer
Armor: Raider Football Pads (Tin Can Breastplate)
Inventory: Hotel Towels, Toolbelt, Nylon rope
Traits: Duelist, Fast Learner, Bruiser

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Lies, after lies, after lies. Slander after slander. It was like Abraham was trying to ad lib with someone who refused to deviate from a script. He had his mind made up, there would be no convincing him otherwise, not unless he was clearly in control of the situation and lets face it. He wasn't at the moment. He had been brought low, both literally and figuratively. Was this some sort of karmic punishment?

Falling forward onto his belly abe pulled his arms in as if to cushion his landing, but in truth he was simply grabbing hold of the lasso on both sides because he knew when he landed on the razor that was part way through the thing was gonna snap and if Felix noticed he would have been ended right there for that. The blade had cut through and the hilt had angled up on the initial fall causing it to dangle precariously between the sash keeping his traveling coat closed and outside the coat. The lies and false honor and swagger just began to bleet together as the man grand stand'ed into a ring in his ears.
That whine though stopped and the gravity of the situation set in like a spatter of paint across the face when McNabb shot the two men who's lives Abraham had saved. He didn't know much about these men, other then they were on hard times and willing to kill someone and rob them in his shop. Though if he remembered right they might have been traders and lost everything to raiders, that kind of desperation he could understand but not simply ignore. Which is why he had hoped to bring them in.

"You're gonna come with me, son, and you're gonna beg on your knees for Scratch and Ali's forgiveness, y'hear me? McNabb ain't your judge, but McNabb'll sure as shit be your executioner if y'try any funny business." The Gunslinger's speaking volume was low enough for the death gurgles of the man next to Abe's right ear to be audible as the pool of blood on the street grew wider.

Abraham simply let out a sound of spit, suction and dust from exhaling against the ground. He could possibly speak but why bother when it was this painful and might just make his situation worse.

'Don’t wrestle a pig. You get dirty and the pig likes it.' He thought to himself feeling almost resigned as he cleared his mind a bit and tried to calm himself.

Not only did this man have the Gaul to steal from Scratch part of the hard earned payment he had given for those goods in service. But he had bore false witness against him and murder on church grounds. He was right about one thing though, someone would be getting justice soon enough. He watched as the man dragged him away from the two men, as the color and life drained from them and they drew their last breaths. Thankfully he was in his reinforced coat and leather jacket so the drag wasn't as painful as it could have been.

He waited and watched for an opening, pondering when to make his move. All the while feeling betrayed that none of these people he had broken bread with had even voiced the tiniest bit of support for him or denial of Felix's claim. His faith in whether Bucket town was actually a place to set down roots was waning. Perhaps he had fooled himself in believing he was anything other then a tumble weed that had caught a snag for a time and now risked being blown free with a heavy gust.

It was obvious the man was on the lookout, evidently he suspected someone to intervene.
They had gone a little ways now, they were about two blocks away from Ali's store and three or so blocks past that down the road was the sheriffs office. Isaac who had been heading that way since he got his message had recently heard the gunshots and assumed the worst so he had changed directions. It appeared as if he was traveling from Ali's shop at this point, made all the more possibly believable by the large manic advert sign for Ali's. "Abraham!" The robotic voice came from down the road a ways as Felix had gotten onto the street enough and drug his captive that he too was on the street now as Abraham caught the lip of the street and flipped over onto his back before Felix paused his advance and steadied his feet as his attention went to the one calling the name.

No~ ISAAC!' The thought came in a moment of panic as he watched Felix reach for and draw from his holster as he began to raise his pistol at least part way. If Abraham was experiencing events in slow motion from a rush of adrenaline the mans speed at drawing and readying the weapon was more like a leisurely draw then the pace he was used to. Releasing his grip on the Lasso ends he drew out his Crossbow from his coat and leveled it, bracing it against his shoulder while he was braced against the ground.

Abraham was a marksman above all things and a distracted target was easy prey, especially when it was this close and relatively unarmored. He had one shot, he couldn't waste it as he aimed along the mans spine. He would have aimed for the head but he couldn't risk a random dodge. If he shifted either direction the area would still be near targets such as the lunges, or heart which would still be fatal or cause great internal bleeding from the tearing of the glass.

This was no man, it was an animal and if a hunter like Abraham knew anything, it was how to put down a beast. He hoped the shot would be clean and he would not feel any pain.

"How dare you!" This was addressed at Felix but if he assumed the robot worked for Ali then it was easy to assume that was directed at Abraham over what had occurred. Isaac Angrily declared as it continued to hover towards them and one of its manipulator pressed into its body and attached a cast iron skillet as it came back out and made its way towards them.

He did not know what Felix's reaction would be to the robot or if he knew the two were associated but he could not take the risk as he saw the pistol finishing to level out against the approaching bot.

This thing was not worth him trying to slur a quip or witty one liner, such a thing could save a creature such as this by giving fore warning. 'Fly true.' He thought as he pressed the trigger sending the glass bolt Careening into the back of Felix at such close range that it carried the maximum force. [Hoping to Critical]

He was quick to sit up and drop the crossbow onto his open coat on the ground so he could grasp at the straight razor that left a clear knick and line in his coat belt. He knew if the man survived the shot he wouldn't be able to reload in time to get off a second round so he should try to go for mobility. His right arm and side of his upper body was no longer in the traveling coat because it had been inside the coat earlier and drawing the crossbow had caused him to push it aside. He quickly began sawing at the ropes holding his legs together all while watching the man in front of him ready to stop and try and roll about in an effort to dodge incoming fire should he survive the attack or turn on him as he fell.
Hopefully Isaac would come in and finish the guy with a pan to the head if he turned on him instead.
[Ok, hoping to resolve this while it's still just the two of us before isaac becomes anything more then a background element.]
Reputation
+150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm!
+00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep

Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic!
S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1
6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5

Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray.
Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2)

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Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager.
S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1
4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10)

Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1),

Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing)

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Now, The Gunslinger had had a mind now to expect things to go relatively smooth, now that, as far as he could tell, Abraham was in custody, the other 'gang members' were dead in the middle of the street. And last but not least, the people of Bucket Town just had to be in utter awe of Felix's grand display of machismo and badassery. That plan, Felix's perfect, half-baked plan began to fall apart just as quickly as it'd come to fruition, however. Having kept his head on the proverbial swivel, Felix was aware enough to notice the robot, speeding down the road towards the pair, brandishing a pan.

"Abraham!" The homemade toaster bot called out for the man Felix had captured, and the scene was just odd enough to give The Gunslinger a level of pause.

"What even..." Felix's put-on accent dropped just for those pair of words, intending to continue when there was a sudden snap of taut string, Felix's shoulders scrunched up in shock as the bolt pierced the cavalry bib shirt that he wore, before the layer of skin beneath, and then colliding with the back of Felix's left rib cage, hitting one directly, and causing the bolt head to snap at about 1/8th of an inch of depth. Because those bolts were made of glass. What dumb motherfucker makes a bolt out of glass?

"Oh you son of a bitch!" The Northerner bellowed out for all of Bucket Town to hear as his rib snapped from impact, and a small amount of glass embedded in his skin, but nothing further occurred. The jolt of pain coupled with Felix's twitches were enough to cause his right hand to jerk and pistol to misfire, sending a bullet through the wall of the church, tearing up a white-painted board as it blasted into the building. The length of rope in Felix's left hand fell and hit the dust, as Moritz turned and jumped away from the man who'd shot him, left hand pulling iron with the near-identical pistol kept in his left holster.

Having wheeled around, Felix saw his target already attempting to strafe and roll, and with smoke still hanging from 'Misfire' Felix's, well, misfire, The Gunslinger opened fire indiscriminately, one pop, two pops, and the third fell silent to both Abraham and Felix, the two before it previous having knocked their ears deaf by that point, but the rapid fire in close range was what Felix had mastered to make up for his disability, and with the shots aimed center-of-mass, he sure as hoped at least one would make contact with Abraham's torso. He sure as fuck couldn't tell with the acrid smoke from the home-milled rounds. The pistol in Felix's right clicked, and Moritz spun the pistol around in his hand to grip the barrel, before making a whipping throw to release the weapon as a thrown projectile, aimed for the center of where he figured Abraham's face was, hoping to smash his nose and knock him unconscious to focus instead on the robot. That robot was the threat.

Whether or not Abraham was truly down and out from the gunshots and thrown pistol, Felix stepped out of the cloud of homemade powder smoke, squaring off with the rampaging, charging... Pre-War consumer helper robot. Well, not quite epic enough for Felix's Grand Ballad, but it'd do. Turning the pistol in his left hand as the robot closed in to about a block of range, having had to charge from the Sheriff's Office, Felix grabbed a fistfull of shells from his back pocket, opening the loading gate on the pistol as the bot got closer and closer. Two spent shells dropped, and Felix's jittering hands meant he didn't have the time to get away with reloading and firing in the same time. When the latch was closed and pistol tossed into his right hand, Felix's dull brown eyes went wide in alarm.

The Mr. Handy had gotten within swinging distance, and that frying pan battered Felix against his left shoulder, knocking the man onto his back on the pavement, and The Gunslinger figured that this might just be his last. That pussy thought was, of course, stifled by the time Felix hit the ground, and he'd secured that pistol in his right hand, even as his left shoulder was visibly dislocated from the hit.

Looking up at what might have been the emotionless death-machine chef-bot that would be his end, Felix squeezed the trigger four times in the direction of the robot, one round whizzing well past it in the fray, the hollowpoint splashing into the shoulder of a junkie who'd been running away from the scene as the actual fight erupted, sending them tumbling to the dirt. The other three were aimed at the robot's main thruster, attempting to disable the thing and fire into its hard metal inside bits.

He may have only shot to disable Abraham, but to what he saw as an unfeeling murder roomba, Felix aimed to kill.
Felix "Misfire" Moritz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 5 6 4 7 6 9 3
Weapons: 2x Homemade Revolvers, Filet Knife
Armor: Desert Clothing + Leather Stripper Chaps
Inventory: 8x .32 Hollowpoints, 2x Holsters, Tanker Goggles, Jar of Molerat Pheromones, Large Hide, Cowboy's Lasso, Tier 1 Stripper Armor
Traits: Fast Shot, Revolving Killer, Duelist
Revolving Killer, Slicked-Back Hair, Unfathomable Badass
Bucket Town Rep. - 100

"Kit" Khalid Elbaz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 5 8 5 7 5 3
Weapons: Cricket Bat, Phazer, Two-shot Derringer
Armor: Raider Football Pads (Tin Can Breastplate)
Inventory: Hotel Towels, Toolbelt, Nylon rope
Traits: Duelist, Fast Learner, Bruiser

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"Oh you son of a bitch!" The Northerner bellowed out for all of Bucket Town to hear.

'Oh he mad...' Abraham thought to himself in a panic speeding his sawing motions as the rope went limp to the ground, and the bit around his legs finally snapped . 'Thank god I sharpened you before I left.' He thinks for a second tossing it to his left hand as he flips it closed and lets it fall into his sleeve. Abraham is reaching for his cross bow and barely gets a hold of it as he hears the misfire and then sees the man jumping and pulling iron.
https://youtu.be/mw2kKyJu9gY?t=125
'Run.' He yanked himself forward and sprang himself forward as well before tucking into a roll as the coat on his right arm and side flapped or hung in protest as Abraham did not have enough time to put his arm back in the sleeve after drawing his crossbow. Felix's rapid fire whizzed in his direction, a shot lading in the dirt, another ripping through the tail of his coat between his legs, another knocking his hat clean off. Honestly he was surprised his hat had stayed on as long as it did.
[Hole in Traveling coak tail, Hole in traveling Hat, Hat knocked off]

But like all his luck today, this too was ass. In the midst of a forward tumble that had placed his ass where his head had been just a moment ago it felt like something up and bit him in the ass and was crawling inside the wound to make a nest. The final bullet pierced his right ass cheek, passed through his Piriformis and smashed into the Ilium. "MUBBER @#$^~!!!" Abraham swore as he tried to right himself on the way back and was upright for a moment, staggering from sudden unresponsiveness in his right leg but then the other boot dropped and Feelixs everything and the kitchen sink tactics smacked him in the back as the pistol landed butt first into his back.
[Crippled Right leg]

Abraham was down on the ground and his body was shuttering in pain, the impact of the short fall only causing another spasm. As the force transferred throughout his body he could fill his pants filling up, not simply with blood from the wound but Abraham had lost control of his bladder and pissed his pants. Not to mention letting out a fresh steamy mess in his linen underpants. Thankfully the bleeding wound was well above this as a majority of the mess began to pool betwixt his taint and legs. "NNnnnnghhh~" Abraham started to yell as he took the folding razor from his sleeve and bit down on the metal handle with the wooden casing to try and quell the pain if even a little.
[Teeth marks on hilt]

He knew at this point he wasn't getting back up, not without help. So he started turning himself around on the ground, crawling with his arms and elbows until he was at least half facing the melee broiling before him. He reached for a second bolt in a fluster and as he pulled one out he caught the quiver and they all tumbled out onto the ground in front of him. 'That will do~' He thought at the slightly lucky break that the rest of his ammo was now more easily reached. He knew he didn't have long and the wound was in a place he couldn't easily self treat so he struggled to load one last bolt knowing it could well be the only one he could coherently fire.
[Spilled ammunition, Braced Weapon, one last coherent shot]

As the robot headed towards the fray it gave one last punch of acceleration when the gunslinger drew his weapon and aimed for his owner. Isaac was covering ground but not fast enough. Thankfully the mans hands seemed to tremble slowing his reloading process significantly. Perhaps he was afraid of the machine speeding towards him like a careening motorbike. If so, he should of been watching and that moment of surprise on Felix's face was captured as Isaac's fourth eye craned and darted to get a picture.

"Cease firing or I will be forced to give you a thrashing!" The robot added bringing the Frying pan down as if not realizing the irony in asking for the mans surrender and hitting him anyway. Isaacs sensors and multiple points of view gave him the ability to observe his opponents moves intimately. Sensing the dislocation with one eye, another eye pointed out the threat of the pistol after spotting only a few spent shells. The tendril having swung out and smashed into Felix's shoulder was now coming back around for the backhand to the pistol. However considering the robot had not stopped its advance the hot thrust had just started to reach his feet and was still at a forward tilt. Unfortunately, this meant the swing could not use the same return arc and went low to try to knock the gun aside and away. A near clip of the barrel was all he could manage during the rapid bullet hell.

The first ripped through the thruster and into the other side which was mostly cosmetic, the second clipped the actual exhaust system though. The robots damage control sensors flashed immediate warnings and safety protocols shut off power and fuel to the system to limit the damage in case of a breach. Isaac wasn't going to be hovering anytime soon. The third bullet mushroomed into the pan with began to wrench it out of the equipment port and the last did as well causing the pan to clang off the outer shell and spiral across the road leaving a considerable ding that the damage sensors indicated.
[Propulsion disabled, attempted disarm, Skillet attachment disarmed, Damaged skillet]

"That was my favorite skillet, you sir will pay for that! Just three easy installments of ninety nine, ninety nine plus shipping and handling." The robot added comparing old useless and inflated pre war pricing data to charge in case of an incident with customer damage of store property, not having fully processed what was going on as its body was rapidly lowering towards the mans stomach and chest. "Oh dear~ I appear to be experiencing a malfunction." The robot added as it snagged on enough to Felix with its tentacles so that it could stabilize itself as it unintentionally body slammed its shell onto the man.
[Landing on top of felix without propulsion]

"IrZEC~ Smaughtermouse Nubrupeene! Nad Boww Probocol!" Abraham attempted to call out with a massively swollen cheek as his lips continued to drool with every word.
[Swollen cheek]

It took at least a second for Isaac to decode the order given to him.

'Slaughterhouse Subroutine, Mad cow protocol, 65% likely. Parameters acceptable.' The robots command programs concluded as the arms that had snagged themselves onto Felix in order to anchor the bot while falling now attempted to coil around and restrain his arms. The one on the left wrapped around the elbow and attempted to grip around the backside and chest. If the pistol was still in his hand the tendril on the right arm would attempt to coil down and squeeze it out of his grip, if it was already gone then it would join its companion and do a similar action as the left arm but they would link with one another behind the back. The last reached under to secure itself between the legs and gripping on to the belt that kept the chaps up. They continued to squeeze as they secured their hold as the final tendril plugged itself into an extending tool toggle in the shell and attached, drawing fourth the blade of a knife. Isaac helped Abraham process meat regularly and kept it well maintained between butchering sessions and meal prep.
[Attempting to restrain and anchor self to Felix ; attempting to disarm if you still have the pistol]

Isaac was now seeing the man as a designated farm animal for slaughter and he would proceed to attempt and cut his throat so he could be hung up to drain. However the mad cow protocol indicated that the meat was contaminated and not for sale or consumption and should be destroyed properly. If unable to accomplish the disposal, which isaac was at the moment without his hot thrusters he would have to attempt to get the attention of a supervisor or authority figure to aid him in the incineration of the carcass.
[Attempting to cut throat with blade]

Meanwhile Abraham proceeded to put the hilt of the folded blade back between his teeth in an effort to give himself focus. He was now braced and ready in a prone position and he clear line on the opponent. The only thing that gave him pause was the melee. The body and arms were right out because of Isaacs positioning making it a tangled mess of a grapple. That meant he had a choice between the head or the legs. The head seemed logical given the situation but he held his shot in case Felix gave him more room by somehow getting free of or knocking Isaac back.

The man was Wiley, he didn't want to risk him attempting to block his shot with his own robot if he could help it and would only fired as a last resort to protect isaac from significant damage or the right opening appeared and he didn't feel it was a feign. If Felix had the strength to get himself standing again even with Isaac holding onto him his mobility would be reduced, making it a perfect chance for him to shoot him in the groin or leg and leave him just as incapacitated as they were. At least as long as Isaac could hold on that is. The arms weren't necessarily meant to carry the robots weight or a means of locomotion, but they could still handle reasonably heavy labor like an above average human. Therefor so long as most were anchored he likely would have the strength to continue holding and not be bucked, but the robot was definitely in a superior position on top of his foe like this.
[Holding shot for right moment.]


They needed to end this soon, his ass and legs were going numb. If only he hadn't sold those salvaged tampons to the girls at the La Ranchero and had kept a few. It was rumored they were pretty effective at sealing a bullet wound.
[Lost feeling in legs, Filthy pants, Will lose consciousness by end of next turn, Wishing he had a tampon.]
Reputation
+150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm!
+00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep

Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic!
S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1
6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5

Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray.
Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2)

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Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager.
S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1
4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10)

Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1),

Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing)

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There had been a glimmer of hope in Felix's eye, the faintest feeling that he'd, well, finally won when he'd gotten his shots off, but it seemed the robot was not to go down that easily. The blow that dislocated his shoulder had sent the Gunslinger flat on his ass already, and he hadn't thought far enough ahead to realize just what that would entail. Still sitting upright and letting out a pained grunt when the machine plummeted into his lap and midsection, Felix felt the metal beast begin to weigh him down. Expecting Abraham to come and try to finish Felix off himself, the man began to attempt to reload his pistol with his dislocated arm, an utterly hopeless prospect.

"IrZEC~ Smaughtermouse Nubrupeene! Nad Boww Probocol!" Abe spewed gibberish from somewhere a few feet from the scuffle, and it took Moritz only a moment to process it.

"Wait, wha-" His left arm, already near-useless, was clamped to the ground, and the pistol was wrenched from the man's grasp. While that robot tendril was still occupied, Felix's hand shot down for his belt, yanking his filet knife free, before being pushed down onto his back.

The detail which next caught Felix's eye was the raised knife, and all the little details of what were happening began to fit together like the most fucked up jigsaw puzzle The Gunslinger had ever seen. With his head unrestrained, Felix arched his neck and brought his head upward, covering the squishiest bits of his throat and instead catching the arced slash to his cheek and chin, jaggedly cutting the flesh wide open and causing him to immediately bleed down the left side of his face, but the bone had been enough to stop Isaac's slash any further. After all, it's current program was for cutting throats, it wouldn't exactly be putting all of its strength into that slash. Wasted energy.

With his face having been left thoroughly wrecked by the slash, Moritz brought his unrestrained arm up slightly and began to stab and twist into the undercarriage of the home-restored robot, intending to slash any wires he could get a hold of. There was a sudden shower of sparks scattering over his hands, but the bakelite handle kept the haywire current from searing through the blade and into Felix. About four stabs and twists in, the killbot above him stopped clamping and brandishing the knife, its appendages slacking, though the light in its eyes stayed on, Felix had only disabled the robot until it could be repaired, though it was certainly in dire straits. Armor slapped on or no, this was a machine built to help lazy suburbanites cook their TV dinners, not snuff the life out of bandits like Felix.

With the Mr. Handy no longer an immediate threat, Felix put his knife back into his belt, becoming more aware of the blood flowing from his cheek freely. Badass or no, Moritz realized he needed help to survive that long-term, plus, he wouldn't want it spoiling his good looks. Panting a shuttered breath, Felix did his best to take stock of the situation, his empty right hand grabbing the pistol from the slack grasp the now-disabled robot had on it, before shifted his shoulders and pushed on IS4C to get it off of his torso.

Empty gun gripped in his hand, shuttering visibly, Felix sat up, leaning against the unmoving robot chassis, opening the latch on his pistol with his right hand, his left hand limply holding onto it. Felix pulled two shells from his pocket and used the latch to empty one from the cylinder. One of the fresh bullets fell to the dirt with all of The Gunslinger's shaking hand, but the other hollowpoint .32 landed home. Closing the latch and turning the cylinder, Felix eased the hammer back jankily while standing up to his feet. Every part of the man's body ached by this point, but being no longer prone, Felix spotted Abraham again, looking on pale and near to passing out. The Gunslinger raised his Leftie revolver in his right hand, aiming it towards the prone Abraham. With the left side of his face coated in thick red by that point, Felix sputtered and spat to free his lips of the blood from his cheek.

"...I won't shoot if y'won't, son." 'Misfire' Moritz lowered his pistol slightly. He'd never wanted to kill Abraham, his intent was just to bring the man to Ali. He was confident that, given that the first bolt didn't amount to doing much, the second probably would amount to just as much. Felix couldn't say the same about his pistol. One more shot might kill Abraham, and that wasn't Felix's aim. Instead, with his pistol lowered, The Gunslinger stayed tense as a violin string, his shakes persisting, as he prepared for Abraham to try firing.
Felix "Misfire" Moritz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 5 6 4 7 6 9 3
Weapons: 2x Homemade Revolvers, Filet Knife
Armor: Desert Clothing + Leather Stripper Chaps
Inventory: 8x .32 Hollowpoints, 2x Holsters, Tanker Goggles, Jar of Molerat Pheromones, Large Hide, Cowboy's Lasso, Tier 1 Stripper Armor
Traits: Fast Shot, Revolving Killer, Duelist
Revolving Killer, Slicked-Back Hair, Unfathomable Badass
Bucket Town Rep. - 100

"Kit" Khalid Elbaz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 5 8 5 7 5 3
Weapons: Cricket Bat, Phazer, Two-shot Derringer
Armor: Raider Football Pads (Tin Can Breastplate)
Inventory: Hotel Towels, Toolbelt, Nylon rope
Traits: Duelist, Fast Learner, Bruiser

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It was a fine cool day when Shane stepped out into the town square. His fro bounced in the wind excited about the police justice that was going to enforced. Shane grew up on the streets and he thanked everyday that he made it out of the horrid conditions of his home. He tried to save everyone he could from the hellish existence of the wastes. Bucket town, more like Hell town and he police senses were tingling something fierce. Folks were upset that someone raped Scratch. Shane's primary suspect in that case normally would be Virgil Wakes or Virgy as his gang friends knew him, but this was different. This wasn't the outburst of a man needing help from an older father figure in the form of a zen karate Buddhist. This was pure nasty barbarism, the kind one expected from the man.

When he saw the crowd in the town square he knew that his afro was right, there was police justice to dole out. Though the onlookers were as densely packed as they were slackjawed, Shane saw a vigilantee hero square off against the town rapist. This was an honorable clash of titans, one that Shane respected deeply. It was time for him to uphold the honor of the ring. Pulling out his megaphone he let out several high pitched electronic noises to disperse the crowd. It was a mix between feedback and an airhorn sound effect and it scattered the bystanders like radroaches in a light.

"Alright folks nothing to see here," Shane stated firmly. "This is an honorable act of justice, anyone wants to step into that sacred combat arena and interfere has to go through me."

Shane nodded to the injured and bloody men with the disabled robot. He was here to prevent any advantageous scavengers from getting a cheap kill. This kind of street justice was sacred and deserved protection. If only he had his Sai Lo present to help hold the line. That would have been about perfect. Just like a rumham, soaked for at least 48 hours in a nice rum and citrus fruit blend before cooking. Just thinking about that glaze made his mouth water, he'd make a note to have bobo cook one when this was done.

(I'm in this now, anyone new wants to tangle is going through me first, to the death)
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"Lets just place that over here so it wont be a danger~" Isaac added giving the empty pistol a gentle toss to the side. "Now now, don’t struggle you'll only hurt yourself worse. I was trying to make this as painless as possible, oh you poor dear." Isaac added as the tendril that had just gotten rid of the gun and the one holding onto the left arm snaked their way round back to Grasp onto the back of Felix's hair.

As they started to pull back and the knife was being positioned so that it could attempt the slice again, Felix had already gone for his own blade. 'OH NO!' Isaac thought watching all this happen. It had overlooked the hidden blade and that the mans primary arm was still functional, a sloppy mistake that would cost him dearly. The closest tendril, which was the one that had been to this point accidentally crushing the mans dick and testes by wrapping under the mans legs recalled back as fast as it could to try and stop him.

First stab and twist, the two tendrils to the back of felix's hair pulled back and the blade was in position as the final tentril began to go for the arm.

* Danger Danger, internal damage detected to appendage control relays. Switching to backup relay. Please remove obstruction and seek repair as soon as possible. *

Second Stab and twist, the two tendrils on the hair began to lock up and the one with the knife was coming in slow as the final tendril attempted to limit the damage as best it could.

** Danger Danger, Danger Danger, internal damage detected to secondary appendage control relays. Switching to tirtiary relay. Please remove obstruction and seek repair as soon as possible!' **

Third stab and twist, the two on the hair were losing power and temporarily locked in position but soon they would unlock segmentally and go limp per safety features. The Knife at the throat did not have the force it needed to get a clearly deadly blow that would have come otherwise and instead just drug lazily along with barely a small cut to show for it as it stopped moving on the other side. The tentacle attempting to restrain the bladed arm was also losing strength and power, but its interference had kept the wounds from reaching deeper into more critical systems.

*** Danger Danger DANGER, internal damage detected to tertiary appendage control relays. Final control relay overheating from over-taxation by hardware, unable to process all limb commands adequately. Suggest shutting down unnecessary appendages. Please remove obstruction and seek repair as soon as possible!' ***

However the fourth had severed the last of the back up internal relays and wiring for the tendrils and after a few seconds they went slack and fell lifelessly.

*Limb control offline. Shutting off power to damaged sections. Rerouting power.*

"Why? Why are you doing this, you monster, you bully~! Do you have any idea how hard Abraham's tried to make a home for himself!? How hard we've worked to make this town a better place!?" The robot added in a futile gesture as a few of its eye stalks bounced off him like a toddlers fists before retracting themselves in as the optics took on a lifeless glare.

"Entering sleep mode." A voice unlike Isaacs chimed out of the bot as its eyes retracted to their coiled resting positions and its optics closed. Isaac could no longer help his master and was pushed onto its back with a little muscle to lay there in the street.

Abraham found himself bobbing for a moment as he waited for a shot that he should have taken as soon as he was ready earlier when he still had a chance of killing this guy. However perhaps on some subconscious level, Abraham still recognized him as a person and he didn't like to take human life if he could help it. He had blanked out for a moment, suddenly realizing the man he was aiming at was now standing which confused him.

"...I won't shoot if y'won't, son." The high pitched words brought some level of clarity to his mind at that moment.

The last Abraham had remembered the gun had expended all its ammunition. Had he missed him reloading it? Was this a bluff?

The man lowered his gun, he would have no better chance then this especially if it was a bluff! He had also seen how quick the man was on the draw and knew he wouldn't get another shot in his condition and there was no way he could work towards forgiveness or redemption if he was dead even if he had asked god and jesus for forgiveness already. He felt there was still some good he could do in the world. "Mooose~" Abe added as his head slumped down to rest. Broken.
Reputation
+150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm!
+00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep

Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic!
S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1
6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5

Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray.
Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2)

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Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager.
S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1
4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10)

Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1),

Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing)

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((Seeing as this has sorta wrapped up here, guess I'll just go ahead and say the things I'd like to take as a result of Into The Night:

2x Poor Man's Molotov's
1x Reinforced Leather Jacket
1x Abraham's Traveling Hat (Bullet hole included)

1x Unconscious, Tied-Up Abraham
1x Disabled IS4C

Felix will be taking Abraham and IS4C about half a block away to Hooked to wait for Ali, and to patch himself up, so I'll begin posting there once this is graded.))
Felix "Misfire" Moritz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 5 6 4 7 6 9 3
Weapons: 2x Homemade Revolvers, Filet Knife
Armor: Desert Clothing + Leather Stripper Chaps
Inventory: 8x .32 Hollowpoints, 2x Holsters, Tanker Goggles, Jar of Molerat Pheromones, Large Hide, Cowboy's Lasso, Tier 1 Stripper Armor
Traits: Fast Shot, Revolving Killer, Duelist
Revolving Killer, Slicked-Back Hair, Unfathomable Badass
Bucket Town Rep. - 100

"Kit" Khalid Elbaz
Level: 1
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 5 8 5 7 5 3
Weapons: Cricket Bat, Phazer, Two-shot Derringer
Armor: Raider Football Pads (Tin Can Breastplate)
Inventory: Hotel Towels, Toolbelt, Nylon rope
Traits: Duelist, Fast Learner, Bruiser

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