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Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 03, 2017, 09:02:34 PM
At an unassuming garage in Topeka, Kansas...
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"Hey, could one of you shitheads get me a beer?!"
The booming voice of a hardy young man echoed from under the rusted jalopey he was working on. He was a strong-jawed, handsome young man with naught but a few minor scars, yet still enough to give him the nickname of "Jackknife Jim". After freeing himself from his work for a moment, he angrily searched around for one of his minions to see if any of them had neglected to follow his command. As he searched around the wrecks and reconstructions of cars and motorcycles alike, he had yet to find a one. This chop shop was Jim's base of operations, and an unassuming one at that. Scrappers were a common group to be found in the so-called frontier, though Jim would rather die than scrap some of the beauties he had painstakingly reconstructed. His pride was his 1927 Indian Big Chief, a classic beast that in his own words "Melts panties and petroleum equally". He carefully dusted it off before moving on to looking for his crew again.
"Come on! Are any of you fuckers here yet?" he exclaimed to the seemingly empty room. He had asked for them to be here around this time so they could plan the upcoming "yokel yank", but he had yet to see hide or hair of any of them...
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on May 03, 2017, 11:38:52 PM
Dima was lounging on the roof multitasking by practicing his lock picks and cleaning his Nagant 1910 when he heard the Boss scream the second time and nearly had a heart attack. Cleaning up his kit and latching it to his side and then skillfully climbing down the building in seconds. Slinking inside the building he made his way to the kitchen knowing that an offering would be a safe bet to appease the Boss. Grabbing the first cold one he could and pouring some stronger stuff into his drinking horn flask, he walked towards the sound of the Boss's thunderous voice.
"Hey Boss" Dima said through his accent, "Sorry I'm a few minutes late, I got you a beer sir" and held the drink out to him
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 04, 2017, 01:16:50 AM
Dima was lounging on the roof multitasking by practicing his lock picks and cleaning his Nagant 1910 when he heard the Boss scream the second time and nearly had a heart attack. Cleaning up his kit and latching it to his side and then skillfully climbing down the building in seconds. Slinking inside the building he made his way to the kitchen knowing that an offering would be a safe bet to appease the Boss. Grabbing the first cold one he could and pouring some stronger stuff into his drinking horn flask, he walked towards the sound of the Boss's thunderous voice.
"Hey Boss" Dima said through his accent, "Sorry I'm a few minutes late, I got you a beer sir" and held the drink out to him
"About damn time, Cossack! Still, you at least had the common decency to fuckin come when called, unlike Punchy n' Chief. Now gimme that draft!"
After chugging down the whole bottle in what was likely a far too short a time for a man intent on keeping his liver, he let out a big moan of satisfaction and turned back toward Dima.
"Now, as your reward you get to help me work on this piece of shit beater I found while the other two take their sweet ass time. If you do well enough I might even let you drive it for a spell, if we can get it running. Now help me get these wheels unloaded, I just had 'em come in from Kansas City."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Gerrick on May 04, 2017, 03:38:58 PM
Frank strolled into the garage, straightening his clothes. He looked around and noticed only two others.

"Hey, Jim. Dima," he said to them as he leaned against a wall. "Looks like I'm still one of the first ones here at least."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 04, 2017, 04:57:30 PM
Frank strolled into the garage, straightening his clothes. He looked around and noticed only two others.

"Hey, Jim. Dima," he said to them as he leaned against a wall. "Looks like I'm still one of the first ones here at least."
"Punchy, about time your sorry ass got here! Where the hell is the Chief? I swear to god if he don't get here now I'm bringing the motorcycle instead. Dima! Help him clear off that table over there, now that there's three of us we can get to planning the yokel yank."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Doc on May 04, 2017, 05:13:23 PM
Midway through Jim's frustrated rant, Joe tromped in, toting a string of 5 grouse. He raised them up as if as a mea culpa to his annoyed boss, then kicked a small, blood-stained wooden bucket over to his usual spot, sat down, and started plucking at the grouse.
They would eat well later.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 04, 2017, 07:40:09 PM
Midway through Jim's frustrated rant, Joe tromped in, toting a string of 5 grouse. He raised them up as if as a mea culpa to his annoyed boss, then kicked a small, blood-stained wooden bucket over to his usual spot, sat down, and started plucking at the grouse.
They would eat well later.
"At long fuckin last. And he brought us dinner too! Now we can get to work. And before you say anything, the mick chick can catch up whenever she damn feels like. I'm tired o' waitin around."
Pulling out a map from a corner where only he would be able to find it, he rolled it out over the now-cleared table and pointed at a small town to the west that hadn't been paying its dues in 2 months.
"This right here is Salutation, a small town of less than a hundred bumpkins that found it was in their best interest to stop payin old Uncle Rufus. Now since this here is a pretty damn small town I've been charged with leadin' the confrontation. Two small gangs like us will be joinin us in case things get hairy, but this is the first time we're gonna be head group. Then we'll take our whole group around that area and shake down similar problem areas till we head south to Wichita. There we'll get more instructions. Way I heard it somethin' big is comin up in Cherokee territory, but we won't rightly know until that happens and we aren't expected to ask, got it? Good. Now take a piss, pack your shit, and get to the stables. Roads ain't so good goin' west, so the motorbikes stay in the garage. If Annie McOakley decides to tag along, old Jose'll keep em safe, otherwise that's her job. Remember to take anything you might need. We won't be comin back for at least a month."
With that Jim left the table and grabbed the bags he prepared, expecting the others to do the same.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on May 04, 2017, 10:15:28 PM
"At long fuckin last. And he brought us dinner too! Now we can get to work. And before you say anything, the mick chick can catch up whenever she damn feels like. I'm tired o' waitin around."
Pulling out a map from a corner where only he would be able to find it, he rolled it out over the now-cleared table and pointed at a small town to the west that hadn't been paying its dues in 2 months.
"This right here is Salutation, a small town of less than a hundred bumpkins that found it was in their best interest to stop payin old Uncle Rufus. Now since this here is a pretty damn small town I've been charged with leadin' the confrontation. Two small gangs like us will be joinin us in case things get hairy, but this is the first time we're gonna be head group. Then we'll take our whole group around that area and shake down similar problem areas till we head south to Wichita. There we'll get more instructions. Way I heard it somethin' big is comin up in Cherokee territory, but we won't rightly know until that happens and we aren't expected to ask, got it? Good. Now take a piss, pack your shit, and get to the stables. Roads ain't so good goin' west, so the motorbikes stay in the garage. If Annie McOakley decides to tag along, old Jose'll keep em safe, otherwise that's her job. Remember to take anything you might need. We won't be comin back for at least a month."
With that Jim left the table and grabbed the bags he prepared, expecting the others to do the same.
Dima promptly grabbed a small bag, checked that all his lock picks were in order and secured to his side, and made one last check that his leather horn flask was full. Walking over to where he'd set his "knife" (looks more like a bloody cavalry sabre mixed with machete) down earlier, he grabbed the beast of a blade and sheathed it to his side while similtantiously slinging a short cavalry rifle too his back. He slipped on a gambeson and turned back towards the group. "I am ready, I'll get the horses saddled" He stated and headed off to do just that
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Violet on May 05, 2017, 12:53:41 AM
Cary walked in as Dima was walking out, "I heard uh.... What was close to me name. What did ya call me in for? "
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 05, 2017, 01:02:47 AM
"At long fuckin last. And he brought us dinner too! Now we can get to work. And before you say anything, the mick chick can catch up whenever she damn feels like. I'm tired o' waitin around."
Pulling out a map from a corner where only he would be able to find it, he rolled it out over the now-cleared table and pointed at a small town to the west that hadn't been paying its dues in 2 months.
"This right here is Salutation, a small town of less than a hundred bumpkins that found it was in their best interest to stop payin old Uncle Rufus. Now since this here is a pretty damn small town I've been charged with leadin' the confrontation. Two small gangs like us will be joinin us in case things get hairy, but this is the first time we're gonna be head group. Then we'll take our whole group around that area and shake down similar problem areas till we head south to Wichita. There we'll get more instructions. Way I heard it somethin' big is comin up in Cherokee territory, but we won't rightly know until that happens and we aren't expected to ask, got it? Good. Now take a piss, pack your shit, and get to the stables. Roads ain't so good goin' west, so the motorbikes stay in the garage. If Annie McOakley decides to tag along, old Jose'll keep em safe, otherwise that's her job. Remember to take anything you might need. We won't be comin back for at least a month."
With that Jim left the table and grabbed the bags he prepared, expecting the others to do the same.
Dima promptly grabbed a small bag, checked that all his lock picks were in order and secured to his side, and made one last check that his leather horn flask was full. Walking over to where he'd set his "knife" (looks more like a bloody cavalry sabre mixed with machete) down earlier, he grabbed the beast of a blade and sheathed it to his side while similtantiously slinging a short cavalry rifle too his back. He slipped on a gambeson and turned back towards the group. "I am ready, I'll get the horses saddled" He stated and headed off to do just that
"Hey slow down Shiekh of Araby, what the hell are you wearing? You gonna bring a god damned harem with ya or somethin? If you ever want to get some fuckin puss in this century, you might wanna rethink that outfit. Hell, I'll pay for it. Just please for the love of god tell me you brought some normal clothes with you, I don't need the other gangs thinking I've got some nutter wanting to do a charge of the light brigade. And that little chest piece your wearing won't be stopping any bullets, but let's hope it doesn't come to that for your sake and mine."
Turning away after his tirad she caught sight of the mick dentist. "As for you, Nurse McOakley, you can drive all the camp supplies in the cart behind us. Now LOAD EM UP"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Violet on May 05, 2017, 04:05:04 AM
"At long fuckin last. And he brought us dinner too! Now we can get to work. And before you say anything, the mick chick can catch up whenever she damn feels like. I'm tired o' waitin around."
Pulling out a map from a corner where only he would be able to find it, he rolled it out over the now-cleared table and pointed at a small town to the west that hadn't been paying its dues in 2 months.
"This right here is Salutation, a small town of less than a hundred bumpkins that found it was in their best interest to stop payin old Uncle Rufus. Now since this here is a pretty damn small town I've been charged with leadin' the confrontation. Two small gangs like us will be joinin us in case things get hairy, but this is the first time we're gonna be head group. Then we'll take our whole group around that area and shake down similar problem areas till we head south to Wichita. There we'll get more instructions. Way I heard it somethin' big is comin up in Cherokee territory, but we won't rightly know until that happens and we aren't expected to ask, got it? Good. Now take a piss, pack your shit, and get to the stables. Roads ain't so good goin' west, so the motorbikes stay in the garage. If Annie McOakley decides to tag along, old Jose'll keep em safe, otherwise that's her job. Remember to take anything you might need. We won't be comin back for at least a month."
With that Jim left the table and grabbed the bags he prepared, expecting the others to do the same.
Dima promptly grabbed a small bag, checked that all his lock picks were in order and secured to his side, and made one last check that his leather horn flask was full. Walking over to where he'd set his "knife" (looks more like a bloody cavalry sabre mixed with machete) down earlier, he grabbed the beast of a blade and sheathed it to his side while similtantiously slinging a short cavalry rifle too his back. He slipped on a gambeson and turned back towards the group. "I am ready, I'll get the horses saddled" He stated and headed off to do just that
"Hey slow down Shiekh of Araby, what the hell are you wearing? You gonna bring a god damned harem with ya or somethin? If you ever want to get some fuckin puss in this century, you might wanna rethink that outfit. Hell, I'll pay for it. Just please for the love of god tell me you brought some normal clothes with you, I don't need the other gangs thinking I've got some nutter wanting to do a charge of the light brigade. And that little chest piece your wearing won't be stopping any bullets, but let's hope it doesn't come to that for your sake and mine."
Turning away after his tirad she caught sight of the mick dentist. "As for you, Nurse McOakley, you can drive all the camp supplies in the cart behind us. Now LOAD EM UP"
Cary calmly said "Doctor, Jim. It's Doctor O'Shannon. And uh, we have a problem with the "camp supplies". My supplier, uhm the guys I get all me medical supplies from up at South Dakota, they're running into some problems. Basically if one of ye gets real banged up, there's very little I can do."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 05, 2017, 10:59:23 AM
"At long fuckin last. And he brought us dinner too! Now we can get to work. And before you say anything, the mick chick can catch up whenever she damn feels like. I'm tired o' waitin around."
Pulling out a map from a corner where only he would be able to find it, he rolled it out over the now-cleared table and pointed at a small town to the west that hadn't been paying its dues in 2 months.
"This right here is Salutation, a small town of less than a hundred bumpkins that found it was in their best interest to stop payin old Uncle Rufus. Now since this here is a pretty damn small town I've been charged with leadin' the confrontation. Two small gangs like us will be joinin us in case things get hairy, but this is the first time we're gonna be head group. Then we'll take our whole group around that area and shake down similar problem areas till we head south to Wichita. There we'll get more instructions. Way I heard it somethin' big is comin up in Cherokee territory, but we won't rightly know until that happens and we aren't expected to ask, got it? Good. Now take a piss, pack your shit, and get to the stables. Roads ain't so good goin' west, so the motorbikes stay in the garage. If Annie McOakley decides to tag along, old Jose'll keep em safe, otherwise that's her job. Remember to take anything you might need. We won't be comin back for at least a month."
With that Jim left the table and grabbed the bags he prepared, expecting the others to do the same.
Dima promptly grabbed a small bag, checked that all his lock picks were in order and secured to his side, and made one last check that his leather horn flask was full. Walking over to where he'd set his "knife" (looks more like a bloody cavalry sabre mixed with machete) down earlier, he grabbed the beast of a blade and sheathed it to his side while similtantiously slinging a short cavalry rifle too his back. He slipped on a gambeson and turned back towards the group. "I am ready, I'll get the horses saddled" He stated and headed off to do just that
"Hey slow down Shiekh of Araby, what the hell are you wearing? You gonna bring a god damned harem with ya or somethin? If you ever want to get some fuckin puss in this century, you might wanna rethink that outfit. Hell, I'll pay for it. Just please for the love of god tell me you brought some normal clothes with you, I don't need the other gangs thinking I've got some nutter wanting to do a charge of the light brigade. And that little chest piece your wearing won't be stopping any bullets, but let's hope it doesn't come to that for your sake and mine."
Turning away after his tirad she caught sight of the mick dentist. "As for you, Nurse McOakley, you can drive all the camp supplies in the cart behind us. Now LOAD EM UP"
Cary calmly said "Doctor, Jim. It's Doctor O'Shannon. And uh, we have a problem with the "camp supplies". My supplier, uhm the guys I get all me medical supplies from up at South Dakota, they're running into some problems. Basically if one of ye gets real banged up, there's very little I can do."
"Yeah, must've graduated from one of those prestigious medical schools that definitely let in any Irish girl who bats her eyelashes at em. As long as you don't turn into Carrie fuckin Nation we won't have problems, but we ain't goin to South Dakota, so you can buy that shit yourself."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Violet on May 05, 2017, 02:31:21 PM
"At long fuckin last. And he brought us dinner too! Now we can get to work. And before you say anything, the mick chick can catch up whenever she damn feels like. I'm tired o' waitin around."
Pulling out a map from a corner where only he would be able to find it, he rolled it out over the now-cleared table and pointed at a small town to the west that hadn't been paying its dues in 2 months.
"This right here is Salutation, a small town of less than a hundred bumpkins that found it was in their best interest to stop payin old Uncle Rufus. Now since this here is a pretty damn small town I've been charged with leadin' the confrontation. Two small gangs like us will be joinin us in case things get hairy, but this is the first time we're gonna be head group. Then we'll take our whole group around that area and shake down similar problem areas till we head south to Wichita. There we'll get more instructions. Way I heard it somethin' big is comin up in Cherokee territory, but we won't rightly know until that happens and we aren't expected to ask, got it? Good. Now take a piss, pack your shit, and get to the stables. Roads ain't so good goin' west, so the motorbikes stay in the garage. If Annie McOakley decides to tag along, old Jose'll keep em safe, otherwise that's her job. Remember to take anything you might need. We won't be comin back for at least a month."
With that Jim left the table and grabbed the bags he prepared, expecting the others to do the same.
Dima promptly grabbed a small bag, checked that all his lock picks were in order and secured to his side, and made one last check that his leather horn flask was full. Walking over to where he'd set his "knife" (looks more like a bloody cavalry sabre mixed with machete) down earlier, he grabbed the beast of a blade and sheathed it to his side while similtantiously slinging a short cavalry rifle too his back. He slipped on a gambeson and turned back towards the group. "I am ready, I'll get the horses saddled" He stated and headed off to do just that
"Hey slow down Shiekh of Araby, what the hell are you wearing? You gonna bring a god damned harem with ya or somethin? If you ever want to get some fuckin puss in this century, you might wanna rethink that outfit. Hell, I'll pay for it. Just please for the love of god tell me you brought some normal clothes with you, I don't need the other gangs thinking I've got some nutter wanting to do a charge of the light brigade. And that little chest piece your wearing won't be stopping any bullets, but let's hope it doesn't come to that for your sake and mine."
Turning away after his tirad she caught sight of the mick dentist. "As for you, Nurse McOakley, you can drive all the camp supplies in the cart behind us. Now LOAD EM UP"
Cary calmly said "Doctor, Jim. It's Doctor O'Shannon. And uh, we have a problem with the "camp supplies". My supplier, uhm the guys I get all me medical supplies from up at South Dakota, they're running into some problems. Basically if one of ye gets real banged up, there's very little I can do."
"Yeah, must've graduated from one of those prestigious medical schools that definitely let in any Irish girl who bats her eyelashes at em. As long as you don't turn into Carrie fuckin Nation we won't have problems, but we ain't goin to South Dakota, so you can buy that shit yourself."
"Oh, no. I don't mean we go run off to Rapid City, but if ye get more than one bullet there's not much I can do, ya hear?"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 05, 2017, 04:18:04 PM
"Whatever. Just keep an eye on our shit at camp while we head into the towns. God knows we've had enough little furry cocksuckers getting into Dima's potato water"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Violet on May 05, 2017, 05:20:19 PM
"Okay, fine. Is that all?"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 05, 2017, 05:55:05 PM
"Okay, fine. Is that all?"
"Yes, now GIT! We've spent more than enough time talking. It's time we get to some god damn action!"
Jim then headed off to the stables with his things, making sure to grab his rifle and phone Jose to hold down the fort while they were gone.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Gerrick on May 05, 2017, 08:58:17 PM
Frank chuckled at the conversation, and proceeded to load up his horse. He stuck his pump-action shotgun in its holster on the right side of the horse and his sawed-off double barrel on the left. He then double-checked all of his belongings in his sacks on the back of the horse, jumped up into the saddle, and lit a cigarette in wait.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 05, 2017, 10:18:28 PM
Jim took his usual things, not the least of which was his rifle, Old Sue. He'd had her since he was 16, brought her on his first raid, and was very intent on bringing her to his first raid as a leader. He got a pack from a carton of cigarettes in the supply cart the dentist would be driving, and got saddled up.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Doc on May 06, 2017, 04:12:24 AM
Joe paid the boss no mind as he growled up a storm. He talked a big game, making it seem as if action was only a hair's breadth away, but Salutation was a few days' ride. There would be plenty of time for very little to happen, and Joe was in no rush to wait - besides which, he knew these parts better than any of them, which, of course, the boss knew, just as he knew that Joe would be more than able to catch up with them, riding slow as they'd have to for the wagon to keep pace. More importantly, twenty minutes with these birds to properly prepare them would save two hours foraging tonight, meaning more time that could be spent in the saddle, and more chances to find a good campsite.
Of course, the boss would yell and moan like a stuck pig when he didn't get his way, but he would bleat with glee when he sank his teeth into hot, greasy bird that night, just like anybody else would. Joe couldn't fault him for that.
So he sat where he was, plucked the grouse clean, gutted them and cleaned them, the only sound from him little disjointed snatches of humming as he strung the birds back together, a deep, bassy rumble that you could almost feel in your bones.
The guts he would give Jose to give the guards dogs out back. The birds would go into the supply cart when he caught up. And then he would range out front to scout ahead, just as he always had on such shakedowns before Big Boss Luckett had Joe handed over to his nephew.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Aceus Hovda on May 06, 2017, 05:22:51 PM
The spare horse already trotted silently alongside the rest of the caravan of wagon and horsemen, and it's owner was seemingly nowhere to be seen... Except half awake in the supply cart.

Now normally this sloppy behaviour would be frowned on, but the way the gunman saw it, he was early and was holding down the supplies.  It was going to be a long trip.  Nurse Bluenose who was in charge of driving the wagon would notice a shadow sitting up, then stretching before scanning the rear.

He saw Chief ride up fast carrying grouse in his hand, and silently tossed the grouse on over to the red haired man, who's green eyes squinted in the sudden sunlight.

"Much obliged." the Irisher smiled, packing the birds into the appropriate box on the supply cart and waved as the Injun rode further out into the prairie.  Double checking his guns, ammunition, and his clothes, the man donned his Montana creased campaign hat, and jumped out of the back.

Six feet four inches, 225 pounds, Seamus "Smiley" Burke carried himself with the grace of a dancer and the merriness of any Irishman worth his salt.  Whistling shrilly through a toothy grin, his horse galloped over to his side as he mounted it, and rode gently near the upper right of the supply cart.

They were making pretty good time, cycling out their horses.  Chief was out ahead ranging, while in clockwise formation was Seamus, Punchy, Dima and Bossman Jim to protect their supplies.  It was unlikely that a town of a hundred would start raiding, but it was good practice for when they get into Cherokee territory.

It was a long ride, but with the aid of his binoculars, he could take in the wonderfully droll scenery of the Great Plains.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 06, 2017, 09:31:17 PM
(OOC: Dancy I would be mad at you for commandeering other characters when that's really entirely my responsibility and no one else's as the GM but we really do have to go so screw it. Just don't do it again.)
Travelling the plains could get boring, that was for damn sure. Jim had Chief scouting, of course. McOakley was in the cart while Seamus, the other mick and the newest addition, was looking bored out of his mind. Punchy was looking like Punchy always does, and Jim himself was looking for a suitable campsite. They had left the town at noon, so they didn't have a lot of daylight. They still had another day or two before they reached the spot, so there wasn't really any rush. Out a mile or so in the distance he could see a pretty nice little spot just to the side of the road where someone else had left their own camp. It was abandoned, and hurriedly too. There was a firepit and some torn up tents. While some more superstitious gang leaders steered clear of that sort of thing because of "ghosts" or some shit, Jim had no problem leeching off of the unknown.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on May 08, 2017, 12:39:20 AM
Dima rode up to his superior , wearing a long yet stylish overcoat over his previous outfit, closed enough to not show the underneath yet ride comfortably. "Boss I would first like to explain that I am not Arab, I am Eastern European, and second I wear this gambeson vest for bulletproofing, steel lining goes throughout the vest., hence why I am wearing it under this overcoat, which is also lined. Anyway, How exactly are we planning on dealing with Salutation? Forcing them to pay or teach them a lesson the hard way?" He asked, then took a sip from his canteen flashing the words "Сильное дерьмо (Strong Shit)" written on the back.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 08, 2017, 08:34:39 PM
Dima rode up to his superior , wearing a long yet stylish overcoat over his previous outfit, closed enough to not show the underneath yet ride comfortably. "Boss I would first like to explain that I am not Arab, I am Eastern European, and second I wear this gambeson vest for bulletproofing, steel lining goes throughout the vest., hence why I am wearing it under this overcoat, which is also lined. Anyway, How exactly are we planning on dealing with Salutation? Forcing them to pay or teach them a lesson the hard way?" He asked, then took a sip from his canteen flashing the words "Сильное дерьмо (Strong Shit)" written on the back.
"So if you're some kind of polack why do you dress like an arab? I mean, you say that thing will keep bullets out of your chest, but there's a fuckin reason we ain't all cuirassiers. That thing will take one, maybe two shots from a handgun and it's ruined forever and completely useless. I know, because I've seen some people try that shit before, and it never works. You're going to get yourself killed thinking you're invincible, if you don't die of heat stroke first the minute spring is in full swing. As for the yokels, they shouldn't give us any trouble once we show up in force but I'm not taking any chances. Their leaders will meet us outside of town. If they don't pay we kill them right there and move into town to burn, pillage, rape, etc. Because they're the first leg and we're stretching for time we're taking no slaves or captives. If the town gives us trouble we kill every fighting age man, understand? No prisoners, nothing. The women you can do whatever with, and a kid that ain't old enough to hold a gun isn't any trouble, so don't be wasting any bullets on em. It might sound fucked up beyond all reason, but that's the reality. If we don't keep these people in line, they'll mess up the whole operation and some other bunch will take our place. To keep that from happenin every once in a while you just need to send a message. But like I said, it shouldn't come to that."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on May 09, 2017, 11:36:25 PM
Dima chuckled, "Sir I served with pirates before I came here, we committed some hell of atrocities out at sea, not ,uch more that can surprise me. Plus us Russians are fairly know for our bloody history. If we're needing to take care of the little cykий, I have just the thing." pulling his blade from it's sheath. He let loose a grin showing sharpened and serrated canines, a sign from his time at sea. Dima ripped a bite of jerky from his personal snack bag and looked up at the sky. "I know it might be wrong to say this boss, but I'm actually hoping they give us a hard time, I haven't had fun like that kind since our ship ran aground." Dima chuckled again and pulled his rifle from his back to scan the horizon with his scope.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Gerrick on May 10, 2017, 04:44:29 PM
"We gonna hole up in that campsite up ahead for the night, Jim?" asked Frank. "Don't know if we'll find a better place before dark."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on May 10, 2017, 08:37:17 PM
"Да" agreed Dima, "There doesn't seem to be any visible traps as far as I can see with my scope, and who knows, looks like they left quickly whoever left their stuff there, and we might be able to salvage some things." Dima pointed out.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 10, 2017, 08:42:06 PM
Dima chuckled, "Sir I served with pirates before I came here, we committed some hell of atrocities out at sea, not ,uch more that can surprise me. Plus us Russians are fairly know for our bloody history. If we're needing to take care of the little cykий, I have just the thing." pulling his blade from it's sheath. He let loose a grin showing sharpened and serrated canines, a sign from his time at sea. Dima ripped a bite of jerky from his personal snack bag and looked up at the sky. "I know it might be wrong to say this boss, but I'm actually hoping they give us a hard time, I haven't had fun like that kind since our ship ran aground." Dima chuckled again and pulled his rifle from his back to scan the horizon with his scope.
"Hey, Captain Billy the Kid, don't be spoilin for a fight. All that does is leave one dead idiot and a punch of hicks puffin out their chests cuz they 'done diddly just beat them there luckett boys', you understand? And don't be eating your jerky yet. We're gonna be makin dinner pretty soon after we get to a campsite. I think I'm seein one up ahead that'll do just fine..."
"We gonna hole up in that campsite up ahead for the night, Jim?" asked Frank. "Don't know if we'll find a better place before dark."
"Yeah, I think so. We'd better get things set up before it gets too dark. Have the mick girl bring the cart up. Our dinner is in there." after dismounting and walking up to the campsite, Jim waited for the cart to arrive before retrieving the camp supplies and helping set things up while he had Punchy and Cary get the food ready.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on May 10, 2017, 10:48:02 PM
Dima helped unload and then looked over the tears in the tents, "Hm, wonder what made these" he contemplated aloud, "Hey, you think we could just patch up some of these tents? Might save some time rather than setting up our own." He asked continuing to inspect the damage.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 12, 2017, 12:48:17 AM
Dima helped unload and then looked over the tears in the tents, "Hm, wonder what made these" he contemplated aloud, "Hey, you think we could just patch up some of these tents? Might save some time rather than setting up our own." He asked continuing to inspect the damage.
"If you feel like sewing get to it. Me? I like my own tent, thank you very much."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Ashton Mercer on May 18, 2017, 07:03:27 PM
Elijah had been following along silently, focused solely on making sure his collection of fragile homemade bombs didn't accidentally detonate during the cart ride and cover everyone and everything with toxic fire. Luckily, thanks to his efforts, the journey didn't combust and they made it to their destination safely.

As soon as the car stopped, he quickly unloaded the heavy satchel and set it next to the wheels. Eli stepped out and looked around, inspecting the abandoned campsite. Torn up tents, scattered and broken camp supplies. It didn't look good, but they were armed and the gang wasn't really in a spot to negotiate too much, unless...

A metal glint on the ground caught Elijah's eye. He knelt down to inspect it closely. It was a bullet casing, shiny and still smelling of gunpowder. It must have been fired recently. Eli picked it up and turned around.
"Boss? You might want to take a look at this..."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 18, 2017, 08:56:20 PM
Elijah had been following along silently, focused solely on making sure his collection of fragile homemade bombs didn't accidentally detonate during the cart ride and cover everyone and everything with toxic fire. Luckily, thanks to his efforts, the journey didn't combust and they made it to their destination safely.

As soon as the car stopped, he quickly unloaded the heavy satchel and set it next to the wheels. Eli stepped out and looked around, inspecting the abandoned campsite. Torn up tents, scattered and broken camp supplies. It didn't look good, but they were armed and the gang wasn't really in a spot to negotiate too much, unless...

A metal glint on the ground caught Elijah's eye. He knelt down to inspect it closely. It was a bullet casing, shiny and still smelling of gunpowder. It must have been fired recently. Eli picked it up and turned around.
"Boss? You might want to take a look at this..."
Taking a break from setting up camp, Jim decided to humor the darkie Rufus had trailing him all day.
"Yeah, what the hell is it?"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Ashton Mercer on May 18, 2017, 09:46:50 PM
Taking a break from setting up camp, Jim decided to humor the darkie Rufus had trailing him all day.
"Yeah, what the hell is it?"
Elijah held out the bullet casing.
"Found this at the campsite. Still smells like gunpowder, still warm. I think it was fired recently." He looked around and whispered. "Look, boss, something about this place doesn't sit right with me. I don't think we should stay here for long."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 18, 2017, 10:33:02 PM
Taking a break from setting up camp, Jim decided to humor the darkie Rufus had trailing him all day.
"Yeah, what the hell is it?"
Elijah held out the bullet casing.
"Found this at the campsite. Still smells like gunpowder, still warm. I think it was fired recently." He looked around and whispered. "Look, boss, something about this place doesn't sit right with me. I don't think we should stay here for long."
"Wait a minute..."
Bending over and inspecting the dirt, Jim noticed the faintest outline of tracks. Following them into the grass, his eyes blew up like saucers.
"Shit! Fuck! I can't fucking believe it! I thought they were all fuckin dead! Oh fucking shit! Rufus you fuckin dumbass! You didn't get em all like you said!"
Going into a ranting frenzy, he grabbed his rifle and told everyone to get together into a close formation for about half an hour, and if nothing happened then the danger was gone.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Doc on May 18, 2017, 10:46:26 PM
Seeing the rest having come to a halt next to the abandoned campsite (didn't they know not to stop? Such things were bad luck. Stupid whiteskins), Joe indignantly exhaled, a frustrated grunt that was all he would allow himself for now.
With a few subtle moves, he guided his horse back around and had his horse canter back the half mile or so he'd gone ahead (wasn't urgent enough to need to tire the horse with a gallop, there was still enough light out for another hour or two). Hopefully they'd find out for themselves why smart people had no truck with abandoned camps - either a bear had gone through it, or worse people than their bunch. Wasn't even like the tents would save them work, things were half-torn to shreds.
It always struck Joe as odd that gangster types never seemed to think other people could be as bad as they were, as if they thought the whole world was just stupid children you could walk over and take things from without them ever figuring for themselves how to walk over and take their things right back.
No rush for the present, though. If there were others planning on an ambush, they'd plan it for the middle of the night, not middle of the afternoon. He'd just mutter a thing or two about 'seein' a good spot 'bout a mile or two yonder', hope the rest took the hint. If not, well, hell, Jimmy Luckett was dumber'n he looked.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Ashton Mercer on May 19, 2017, 04:09:11 AM
"Wait a minute..."
Bending over and inspecting the dirt, Jim noticed the faintest outline of tracks. Following them into the grass, his eyes blew up like saucers.
"Shit! Fuck! I can't fucking believe it! I thought they were all fuckin dead! Oh fucking shit!  Rufus you fuckin dumbass! You didn't get em all like you said!"
Going into a ranting frenzy, he grabbed his rifle and told everyone to get together into a close formation for about half an hour, and if nothing happened then the danger was gone.
Elijah wasted no time in getting back to the car. He tightly grabbed onto the leather satchel and opened it, drawing out a Peacemaker.
"What is it, huh?" He asked angrily as he hid behind the engine block. "Bandits? Soldiers? It ain't wolves, is it?"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 22, 2017, 02:15:19 PM
"Wait a minute..."
Bending over and inspecting the dirt, Jim noticed the faintest outline of tracks. Following them into the grass, his eyes blew up like saucers.
"Shit! Fuck! I can't fucking believe it! I thought they were all fuckin dead! Oh fucking shit!  Rufus you fuckin dumbass! You didn't get em all like you said!"
Going into a ranting frenzy, he grabbed his rifle and told everyone to get together into a close formation for about half an hour, and if nothing happened then the danger was gone.
Elijah wasted no time in getting back to the car. He tightly grabbed onto the leather satchel and opened it, drawing out a Peacemaker.
"What is it, huh?" He asked angrily as he hid behind the engine block. "Bandits? Soldiers? It ain't wolves, is it?"
"Worse than wolves, boy. In my case though, it might be better. You see those tracks? Those are lion tracks. My guess is some kinda crazy gangster's pet got loose and started eating a bunch of bison up north fore he went down here when it started gettin colder. My uncle used to tell me how these things would roam in prides and tear a man in half if he wasn't careful. Back then all the escaped zoo and circus animals were runnin about feedin off of all the bison and deer that was explodin across the prairie, given how all the hunters were dyin of the flu or shuttin emselves in. They used to be a big problem till he and a bunch of other big, important sons of bitches made a big drive to exterminate em from the southern plains. There might still be some that didn't freeze up north, shaggier than normal. But this one? This one came down, and now I'm gettin a hankerin for lion meat. Way I see it if he's still around he'll try to go for those birds we're cookin up, and we'll meet him with some fuckin lead if you catch my drift. Course he could be long gone, but here's hopin he won't be and we can get a trophy to bring to the boys at the yokel yank."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Gerrick on May 22, 2017, 04:15:55 PM
"We'll be ready for him," Frank said, motioning with his shotgun. "So what's the plan, Jim? I've never hunted a lion before. We just have someone stay on guard through the night and hope either we or the horses see it before it gets to us?"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on May 22, 2017, 07:11:18 PM
Dima shook his head, "A lion can't be any harder than taking out a bear, and I know all about that. I would say it better to leave bait and ambush, it could bring the beast directly to a place we want it. Then we either shoot it in a firing line or set up some traps, either way it can work I think, we could have bomb man make a flechette bomb and leave it there for the beast. In end is up to you boss." He finished setting up his mutant tent (combined with his original and parts of one of the damaged tent) and awaited the verdict of the boss on the plan.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 23, 2017, 12:04:25 AM
Dima shook his head, "A lion can't be any harder than taking out a bear, and I know all about that. I would say it better to leave bait and ambush, it could bring the beast directly to a place we want it. Then we either shoot it in a firing line or set up some traps, either way it can work I think, we could have bomb man make a flechette bomb and leave it there for the beast. In end is up to you boss." He finished setting up his mutant tent (combined with his original and parts of one of the damaged tent) and awaited the verdict of the boss on the plan.
"Ha! The bait is right here dumbass! You think that fucker can't smell these slow cookin birds? He's gonna be look for a home cooked meal, and we're gonna be lookin for rare meat. I think we can help each other, heheh!"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Ashton Mercer on May 23, 2017, 04:34:08 AM
Elijah flicked a pipe bomb absentmindedly. The ball bearings and shrapnel inside rattled. "Once the bird's done, then what? Do we all light 'im up together, or do I have to blow it to smithereens myself? I got the goods, but I'm short on tripwire and I don't wanna have to use more than one bomb on this fella."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on May 23, 2017, 08:23:56 PM
"Ha! The bait is right here dumbass! You think that fucker can't smell these slow cookin birds? He's gonna be look for a home cooked meal, and we're gonna be lookin for rare meat. I think we can help each other, heheh!"
"I meant set up one of these birds away from camp, the lion no doubt will prefer easy meal to hard one no? So he would go for a bird that is farther from noisy camp and we can take advantage of this." Dima corrected, "This would lead to reduced risk of more damage to the camp and a much easier kill on lion, but it is up to you." He turned to Elijah "I think with well placed bomb this will definitely only need one, perhaps a bomb that is able to be activated with only when shot?" Dima grabbed one of his locks and started messing with it for practice.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on May 23, 2017, 09:17:18 PM
Elijah flicked a pipe bomb absentmindedly. The ball bearings and shrapnel inside rattled. "Once the bird's done, then what? Do we all light 'im up together, or do I have to blow it to smithereens myself? I got the goods, but I'm short on tripwire and I don't wanna have to use more than one bomb on this fella."
"Ha! The bait is right here dumbass! You think that fucker can't smell these slow cookin birds? He's gonna be look for a home cooked meal, and we're gonna be lookin for rare meat. I think we can help each other, heheh!"
"I meant set up one of these birds away from camp, the lion no doubt will prefer easy meal to hard one no? So he would go for a bird that is farther from noisy camp and we can take advantage of this." Dima corrected, "This would lead to reduced risk of more damage to the camp and a much easier kill on lion, but it is up to you." He turned to Elijah "I think with well placed bomb this will definitely only need one, perhaps a bomb that is able to be activated with only when shot?" Dima grabbed one of his locks and started messing with it for practice.
"Hey! HEY! Dumbasses! I said I wanted to eat this fucker right? What the hell kind of meat is gonna be left over from a fucking bomb? Shut your dumbasses up and set this fucking trap. And if I see even one of you mentally retarded pyromaniacs try to blow up my dinner I'll fucking shoot you myself, got it?"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on May 23, 2017, 09:57:22 PM
Elijah flicked a pipe bomb absentmindedly. The ball bearings and shrapnel inside rattled. "Once the bird's done, then what? Do we all light 'im up together, or do I have to blow it to smithereens myself? I got the goods, but I'm short on tripwire and I don't wanna have to use more than one bomb on this fella."
"Ha! The bait is right here dumbass! You think that fucker can't smell these slow cookin birds? He's gonna be look for a home cooked meal, and we're gonna be lookin for rare meat. I think we can help each other, heheh!"
"I meant set up one of these birds away from camp, the lion no doubt will prefer easy meal to hard one no? So he would go for a bird that is farther from noisy camp and we can take advantage of this." Dima corrected, "This would lead to reduced risk of more damage to the camp and a much easier kill on lion, but it is up to you." He turned to Elijah "I think with well placed bomb this will definitely only need one, perhaps a bomb that is able to be activated with only when shot?" Dima grabbed one of his locks and started messing with it for practice.
"Hey! HEY! Dumbasses! I said I wanted to eat this fucker right? What the hell kind of meat is gonna be left over from a fucking bomb? Shut your dumbasses up and set this fucking trap. And if I see even one of you mentally retarded pyromaniacs try to blow up my dinner I'll fucking shoot you myself, got it?"

"I do not want high explosive, I wanted to use a small shrapnel bomb to cut its neck!" Dima protested while loading his carbine. Slinging it onto his back he climbed atop the cart to see if there was any specific place that would work best for the trap, noting that he hadn't seen the Native in a while. "Hey Boss, where'd that brute go? He'd be pretty useful for this."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on June 07, 2017, 07:43:52 PM
Elijah flicked a pipe bomb absentmindedly. The ball bearings and shrapnel inside rattled. "Once the bird's done, then what? Do we all light 'im up together, or do I have to blow it to smithereens myself? I got the goods, but I'm short on tripwire and I don't wanna have to use more than one bomb on this fella."
"Ha! The bait is right here dumbass! You think that fucker can't smell these slow cookin birds? He's gonna be look for a home cooked meal, and we're gonna be lookin for rare meat. I think we can help each other, heheh!"
"I meant set up one of these birds away from camp, the lion no doubt will prefer easy meal to hard one no? So he would go for a bird that is farther from noisy camp and we can take advantage of this." Dima corrected, "This would lead to reduced risk of more damage to the camp and a much easier kill on lion, but it is up to you." He turned to Elijah "I think with well placed bomb this will definitely only need one, perhaps a bomb that is able to be activated with only when shot?" Dima grabbed one of his locks and started messing with it for practice.
"Hey! HEY! Dumbasses! I said I wanted to eat this fucker right? What the hell kind of meat is gonna be left over from a fucking bomb? Shut your dumbasses up and set this fucking trap. And if I see even one of you mentally retarded pyromaniacs try to blow up my dinner I'll fucking shoot you myself, got it?"

"I do not want high explosive, I wanted to use a small shrapnel bomb to cut its neck!" Dima protested while loading his carbine. Slinging it onto his back he climbed atop the cart to see if there was any specific place that would work best for the trap, noting that he hadn't seen the Native in a while. "Hey Boss, where'd that brute go? He'd be pretty useful for this."
"-I told you I didn't want any bombs and...huh, where is Chief?"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Gerrick on June 11, 2017, 02:56:41 AM
"Look, Jim, it's either gonna be full of lead or shrapnel. So what's the difference?" Frank pitched in. "And I think Joe rode way up ahead. Hope he realized we stopped for the night... And that there's a loose lion."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on June 11, 2017, 05:11:48 PM
"Look, Jim, it's either gonna be full of lead or shrapnel. So what's the difference?" Frank pitched in. "And I think Joe rode way up ahead. Hope he realized we stopped for the night... And that there's a loose lion."
"Look man all I want is for one of you self-professed 'gunslingers' to shoot this fucker quick and clean so we can eat something exotic. Is that so...much...to......." Jim began to slow his speech as he spotted it out of the corner of his eye. No mistake about it, something was in that brush. He quickly told everyone to stand still as they all got out some guns.
"Man who takes it down gets to keep the pelt." he said, inviting his unproven team to a little competition in the hope it might make things more interesting.
As it drew closer and it became clear that it was indeed a big cat, Jim wrapped his finger around the trigger, ready to take the lion's share, if anyone could excuse the cringey pun.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on June 13, 2017, 09:24:13 PM
Dima's eyes shot over to the lion, and he swiftly but silently rose his rifle, aiming directly into the brutish beast's eye, before it slinked back into the brush, hiding its silhouette. Luckily from his raised position he was able to see the rustling of the grass and took a potshot at the front of said movement, hitting the beast right in the shoulder, not killing it but sure as hell wounding it and more importantly, slowing it down.

"ДАВАИ СУКА!" Dima shouted as he chambered the next round in his rifle and hopped onto his horse in case the beast tried to make a run for it.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on June 16, 2017, 04:34:20 PM
Dima's eyes shot over to the lion, and he swiftly but silently rose his rifle, aiming directly into the brutish beast's eye, before it slinked back into the brush, hiding its silhouette. Luckily from his raised position he was able to see the rustling of the grass and took a potshot at the front of said movement, hitting the beast right in the shoulder, not killing it but sure as hell wounding it and more importantly, slowing it down.

"ДАВАИ СУКА!" Dima shouted as he chambered the next round in his rifle and hopped onto his horse in case the beast tried to make a run for it.
"What the fuck?" Jim shouted as the Lion failed to drop after a round right to the shoulder and ran right towards him
"Shit! Sue don't let me down!"
A single pull of the trigger and the bullet ripped through the circus escapee's leg, bringing the beast to a grinding halt as it slid into the brush, roaring in pain and struggling to get back up.
Panting and relieved, Jim took aim once again, looking at the crippled beast with a devilish, sadistic grin. His bloodlust evident to any who saw him.
"Come on, now! I expected a little more outta you!"
Grabbing a hot campfire poker, he moved closer to the beast.
"Now I don't like to be disappointed, so I'm gonna make things a little more interesting!"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on June 16, 2017, 07:06:44 PM
Dima, seeing Jim getting closer to the beast, he figured now was the time for some real fun, put the rifle down and drew his short sabre from its sheath, planning on seeing how many lacerations the lion could take before it gave in. Slipping around the beast to the side as it watched Jim with the poker, he got two slashes into the cat's side before it spun around to retaliate. Dima managed to dodge a majority of the paw strike, but did get a healthy sized claw mark on the cheek. Dima responded with a strike to the eyes, and then jumped onto the lion's back, and finished it off with two stabs to the neck and a final evisceration. Sufficiently covered in blood especially after the last strike, Dima simply chuckled.
"Well my friends, its no shark, but I do believe dinner is served." He said with a charming yet bloodstained grin, not even noticing the 127mm (5 inches) long cut on his cheek. 
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Doc on June 16, 2017, 07:32:47 PM
As his horse cantered up, Joe first saw a group of the gang knot up, then draw their weapons, followed quickly by two gunshots off into the woods.
That seemed like it might be a bit of a problem.
He put the spurs in on his horse (muttering an apology as he did, with the sole justification that clearly the situation was needful), and drew up just in time to see Jim reaching for a hot poker from the fire, with which he was going to do something that was probably incredibly stupid to the now-dying animal.
Joe merely unshouldered his rifle, still mounted, took aim, and shot the lion right where the heart would be if it were a cougar (since the two animals looked quite similar, he reckoned their anatomy should be too). The beast heaved once, twice, then collapsed. Good. Clean. And without too much damage to the pelt.
"No sense marking up the fur," he said, in a voice largely audible because of the sudden silence after the rifle's report.
Shouldering his rifle again, he gave his horse an apologetic pat for spurring it earlier, then dismounted and reached into his boot for a skinning knife. He'd prepare the meat later, but no sense getting any more blood on the pelt than there was already.

EDIT and OOC: oh well hell it looks like dima killed the lion already, what do
my fault for being a slow writer I suppose. and for not checking what someone had posted instead of just clicking 'post' again when the dialog box popped up
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on June 16, 2017, 10:01:15 PM
Dima, seeing Jim getting closer to the beast, he figured now was the time for some real fun, put the rifle down and drew his short sabre from its sheath, planning on seeing how many lacerations the lion could take before it gave in. Slipping around the beast to the side as it watched Jim with the poker, he got two slashes into the cat's side before it spun around to retaliate. Dima managed to dodge a majority of the paw strike, but did get a healthy sized claw mark on the cheek. Dima responded with a strike to the eyes, and then jumped onto the lion's back, and finished it off with two stabs to the neck and a final evisceration. Sufficiently covered in blood especially after the last strike, Dima simply chuckled.
"Well my friends, its no shark, but I do believe dinner is served." He said with a charming yet bloodstained grin, not even noticing the 127mm (5 inches) long cut on his cheek.
"God dammit Dima you fucking spoilsport! I was gonna make Jim Crow jump! But I tell you what, you can use this poker right here to seal up that kitten scratch he gave ya, seeing as you're the big bad ruskie warrior who ain't afraid of nothin"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on June 16, 2017, 10:04:19 PM
As his horse cantered up, Joe first saw a group of the gang knot up, then draw their weapons, followed quickly by two gunshots off into the woods.
That seemed like it might be a bit of a problem.
He put the spurs in on his horse (muttering an apology as he did, with the sole justification that clearly the situation was needful), and drew up just in time to see Jim reaching for a hot poker from the fire, with which he was going to do something that was probably incredibly stupid to the now-dying animal.
Joe merely unshouldered his rifle, still mounted, took aim, and shot the lion right where the heart would be if it were a cougar (since the two animals looked quite similar, he reckoned their anatomy should be too). The beast heaved once, twice, then collapsed. Good. Clean. And without too much damage to the pelt.
"No sense marking up the fur," he said, in a voice largely audible because of the sudden silence after the rifle's report.
Shouldering his rifle again, he gave his horse an apologetic pat for spurring it earlier, then dismounted and reached into his boot for a skinning knife. He'd prepare the meat later, but no sense getting any more blood on the pelt than there was already.

EDIT and OOC: oh well hell it looks like dima killed the lion already, what do
my fault for being a slow writer I suppose. and for not checking what someone had posted instead of just clicking 'post' again when the dialog box popped up
"Fucking hell, Joe, he's already dead! Now let's dress this thing, eat that grouse, and get some shuteye. We got a big day tomorrow, and those yokel fucks best be hoping I ain't in a foul mood from being up longer than I need to be."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on June 19, 2017, 12:03:38 AM
Dima chuckled and grabbed the poker.
"Thanks Boss" he said as he touched the blade to his face, giving out an audiable (but untranslateably as far as he was aware) curse as the loud hissing of the metal did a mild job of sealing the wound. Digging the poker into the ground, Dima grabbed a leg and a wing from the grouse and walked over to his "frakentent" and laid down in his bedroll, gnawing away at the limbs with his sharpened teeth.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on June 19, 2017, 05:18:16 PM
Dima chuckled and grabbed the poker.
"Thanks Boss" he said as he touched the blade to his face, giving out an audiable (but untranslateable as far as he was aware) curse as the loud hissing of the metal did a mild job of sealing the wound. Digging the poker into the ground, Dima grabbed a leg and a wing from the grouse and walked over to his "frakentent" and laid down in his bedroll, gnawing away at the limbs with his sharpened teeth.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on July 22, 2017, 10:53:18 PM
"Nothing like a fight to put a man to bed. See ya in the morning you layabouts. We got a full day of riding ahead of us!"
With that said, Jim laid down, his stomach full with grouse and lion, and slept the night away...
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Post by: Gerrick on July 23, 2017, 09:43:11 PM
Frank shook his head at the strange turn of events and grabbed some grouse to eat. After licking the bones clean, he laid his head down to sleep.

What felt like minutes later, he awoke to the cawing of crows overhead. It was indeed morning, though overcast. Might rain today.

Frank walked to each of the others and kicked their boots to wake them up.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on July 24, 2017, 04:45:14 PM
Dima woke up before Frank kicked his boots, and when the man did get around to it he responded by cursing and getting up, getting fully clothed, and walking over to his horse, petting it then getting right to packing up his tent, which he placed back into the cart. After this was done, Dima saddled his horse and just sat there while everyone else was going about their wake up routine.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on July 25, 2017, 10:58:04 PM
Jim was sleeping through just about everything, until Dima startled his horse while saddling his own. Jim put almost the same value on his horse as he did his motorcycles, so when he heard it he immediately jumped up, only to see nothing of any consequence going on. He was tired as hell, so he rummaged through his saddlebags and found the instant coffee powder he'd bought back in town. It was labelled with an old US Army logo. The vender said thousands of pounds of the stuff were lying around in old warehouses that were made for troops on the frontlines in France, all the way back during the Great War. Jim doubted pretty highly that this stuff would be even remotely appetizing, but truth be told the caffeine was the only reason he drank the stuff to begin with, instant or no. After heating up the water over the campfire and stirring it, he chugged it like there was no tomorrow, mostly just to keep himself from spitting the 50 year old powder right back out. Staggering from the intensely disgusting taste, he got ready to leave this godforsaken midden heap once and for all.
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on July 27, 2017, 05:58:27 PM
Groggily looking over at Jim, Dima recoiled at the sight of the drink. "I'm impressed you can stomach that mud water Boss, especially one that looks as ancient as that." he said in sleepy amazement. Dima checked his saddlebag and took a sip out of his actual water canteen. "What I wouldn't give for a good cup of hot tea." Dima said dreamily. Leaning back in his saddle he scanned the horizon, noticing the overcast weather, then turned to Jim, "Hey Boss, when we finish up this job are we just heading back to the base or are we going to be doing another job right afterwards?"
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Justinian Ezkantion on August 02, 2017, 02:38:32 AM
Groggily looking over at Jim, Dima recoiled at the sight of the drink. "I'm impressed you can stomach that mud water Boss, especially one that looks as ancient as that." he said in sleepy amazement. Dima checked his saddlebag and took a sip out of his actual water canteen. "What I wouldn't give for a good cup of hot tea." Dima said dreamily. Leaning back in his saddle he scanned the horizon, noticing the overcast weather, then turned to Jim, "Hey Boss, when we finish up this job are we just heading back to the base or are we going to be doing another job right afterwards?"
"After we shake down this town we'll be headed south to meet with my uncle and the rest of his posse. He's got somethin special planned. That's all I know."
Title: The Wild Men of Wichita (IC)
Post by: Cinciri on August 02, 2017, 02:42:10 AM
"After we shake down this town we'll be headed south to meet with my uncle and the rest of his posse. He's got somethin special planned. That's all I know."
Dima nodded, "Sounds like fun." After saying this he reached for his other "water" pouch and took a generous sip.