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Blue Collins, Meeting his First Archenemy; [Showdown with Tyrus]
Topic Started: Sep 23 2017, 10:44 PM (120 Views)
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An old train had stood in place for so long on this old track, some ways away from Bucket Town. While still waiting for the deed to the Church-clinic, Blue had snuck out of Bobo's Tavern while Flame was snoring and sleeping, and asked Willis, one of the ex-slaves he rescued, to take him to the nearest old railway and train. When the ex-slave had questioned him, Blue had said:

"I have my own reasons; among them wanting to memorize the land around Bucket Town," aka memorize the terrain. "I also need to practice sneaking around." That much was true.

But to be honest, Blue just felt drawn by fate to the old train, as well as the need to practice, to get better, to gather more influence and deeds of note so that he can make this land a better place. He would then say to Willis; "Leave for now; come back in a few hours."

Willis, sighing, would turn and go.

Then after that, Blue, clad in his badly chewed-up leather armor, would enter the train via a rusted, rotten hole. He had a few strips of smoked meat and a cleaned-up oil can filled with relatively pure water. He also had the rest of his inventory, which included a zip-pistol, switchblade, and a wooden sword. But what he counted on was his intelligence and his eyes; he planned to scout out every inch of the train, sneaking past the wildlife that would have colonized it, and then turning his thoughts on how he can turn even the furniture into favorable terrain.

He would walk to the engine car first; he may even find something salvagable. Taking out his switchblade, he would begin sneaking, his feet making only the slightest of footfalls as his moccasins softened his walk. Using the shadows, driving himself into a high state of alert, he was not going to fall into any unlikely ambush today...
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Blue Collins,Sep 23 2017
10:44 PM
An old train had stood in place for so long on this old track, some ways away from Bucket Town. While still waiting for the deed to the Church-clinic, Blue had snuck out of Bobo's Tavern while Flame was snoring and sleeping, and asked Willis, one of the ex-slaves he rescued, to take him to the nearest old railway and train. When the ex-slave had questioned him, Blue had said:

"I have my own reasons; among them wanting to memorize the land around Bucket Town," aka memorize the terrain. "I also need to practice sneaking around." That much was true.

But to be honest, Blue just felt drawn by fate to the old train, as well as the need to practice, to get better, to gather more influence and deeds of note so that he can make this land a better place. He would then say to Willis; "Leave for now; come back in a few hours."

Willis, sighing, would turn and go.

Then after that, Blue, clad in his badly chewed-up leather armor, would enter the train via a rusted, rotten hole. He had a few strips of smoked meat and a cleaned-up oil can filled with relatively pure water. He also had the rest of his inventory, which included a zip-pistol, switchblade, and a wooden sword. But what he counted on was his intelligence and his eyes; he planned to scout out every inch of the train, sneaking past the wildlife that would have colonized it, and then turning his thoughts on how he can turn even the furniture into favorable terrain.

He would walk to the engine car first; he may even find something salvagable. Taking out his switchblade, he would begin sneaking, his feet making only the slightest of footfalls as his moccasins softened his walk. Using the shadows, driving himself into a high state of alert, he was not going to fall into any unlikely ambush today...

Lone on the great roof of the train, there was Charlie Klamcaboga. His eyes closed to the world and the great fall wind carrying that beautiful, crisp zephyr ran through the boy's hair. He laid on the great rail-captive snake's skull, long since dead. Its ribs and compartments had long since gone to the beasts of flesh as their own domain and no doubt it's innards were picked clean by carrion birds and carrion men alike. It's height among the flat lowlands, however, allowed for such a great panorama that a raider could easily see prey. If they weren't lazy like Charlie, who was trying to sleep.

In the sky, tyrannical sun shined upon all and it seemed to be nearing noon now. The firmament was divided long ago, the sky was an eternal ocean it seemed. It hurt Charlie's eyes to gaze upon the deep blue.

The boy turned his eyes toward the vertical horizon. Two small dots broke against the waterless grass and instinctively, Charlie flattened himself against the head of the snake. The raider became a corpse in stillness and appearance alike, pressing his cheek against the peeling black paint of the ancient steel. His eyes were pressed closed.

Another boy began to sneak towards the train's engine block. A sad-faced boy with blonde hair and blue eyes crouching. He looked like an asshole. He was well armed, however. As quietly as he could, Charlie began to edge towards the side of the engine car opposite of the direction that this asshole was crouching.

Yet his metal legs began to bang loudly against the engine car's roof, which made Charlie have to squint at himself as he realized that his hook-legs were scraping the paint from the train. Klams angrily chastised his legs before he pushed himself to his knees with his revolver in his right hand and his other grappling in his pockets for the Molotov cocktails he had.

A single and long shot bounded off the great white dirt as Charlie jumped over the side of the train. His legs caught the bottom lip of the broken glass of the train's cockpit, allowing for his upperbody to be stretched over the roof. "Hey! Asshole! Put down your arms and lay down."

But Charlie could hear any response, he cocked his single-action and fired it at the boy while holding the ragged head of the Molotov before it. A spark and a flame came to birth forth the Molotov and the Raider lobbed it over the roof without a thought. When he heard the singing of flame, Charlie let out another four shots blindly before he jumped down from the train.

He landed on his feet, but it sprung him forward onto his elbows and knees. The gravel that lined the railway dug into his skin and he cursed himself as he came unto his feet. The Raider began to dash towards the far end of the train, hoping that he could flank the kid and kill him quickly enough. Loudly, his hook legs scraped against the pebbles beneath and the loud clanking of bullets from the chamber came when Charlie started loading his revolver.

He had made his way towards the caboose of the train in record time, as sweat beaded down his forehead and his breath began to falter. The raider was confident now as he turned the corner. To his dismay, he had to stop himself and was flung once more unto his knees.

Before him were ten dogs. They bared teeth and snarled with spittle flying haphazardly. Barking, they began the game of intimidation and Charlie lost it. Slowly, he got on his hook-legs and readied his revolver. One of the dogs - the largest one of the pack - padded forward. Slowly and purposely, Charlie retreated back.

They danced this tango for a good minute before Charlie fired a shot. It skimmed the dog in the eye as the dog yelped in pain and struggled to his feet again. The rest of the pack pounced and Charlie felt like he could've made better decisions today as he ran the length of the train again. Hoping not to be eaten.
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Blue was already running off, sheathing his switchblade and zig-zagging back to the passenger cars to retrieve the oil can he had put down; he wasn't deaf, he knew what the clanging of metal-on-metal implied. When he heard the sound of glass breaking and the crackle of flames, he ran out of the train, having the same thought as Charlie; to flank this Raider child soldier and put an end to him. Four blind shots followed him; thankfully, Blue was still zig-zagging, while the light from the flames obscured him.

Having less endurance, Blue had to halt half-way to the train's caboose, hyperventilating as he went. His oilcan held some water, and he had a strip of crudely smoked molerat meat. A sip and a bite, and the boy ran once more just before sparks from the burning train reached him.

He reached the caboose, which stank of dog poop, a bit later than Charlie, and walked around the train just in time to see the Raider kid being chased by ten mutts. Now was the time for a decision; should he leave the Raider kid to his fate, or help him? A moment passed...before Blue decided to be the good guy even when it hurt his interests.

Running after the ten mutts, Blue got out more smoked molerat meat, and, reaching a burning car, threw it into the flames. The scent of cooking meat would hopefully be blown by the wind to the dog's noses, exciting them even more. While they wouldn't be so stupid as to run to the flames, they'd at least be distracted from Charlie.

Getting out his switchblade again; Blue would walk around the hopefully distracted pack of dogs, and face Charlie; the blond also had his pistol out.

He then found himself saying, "You owe me now, Raider Kid. You put down your arms."

But beneath all the bravado was exhaustion; Blue's low endurance had been spent going around the train. Looking at the raider kid, Blue saw that his enemy was much stronger, fitter, more well-nourished like any raider kid would. Any fight between them would have to be won quickly, meaning that if Charlie started one, he would have an advantage.
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And...the Raider Kid just ignored him, seemingly more content with shooting dogs that he himself provoked anyway than fighting a fellow 'shit kid'. Well, that was all right; Blue had this feeling that he did the best he could, and yet would lose anyway. So, the boy just snuck off as the shots of the Raider Kid's pistol rang out through the crackle of the burning train.

Once on the other side of the train, he saw Willis running forward, having seen the smoke, presumably. Blue ran forwards as well, before saying, "I'm okay."

The olive-skinned man then said, "Did you do this?"

Blue shook his head. "No, I encountered a Raider Kid. He's currently distracted. Let's go."

Willis gave Blue a hard glare, then moved to take him piggy-back back to Bucket Town...

((Showdown Cancelled))
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