Robert takes it all in.  It was one thing to read about the supernatural, it was another to be such a being.  "I think I just have to know to more things, well, three really.  Can we feed off animals, if the need arises?  And we are dead, but can be be made, more dead?  Other than sunlight.. I mean, how would a hunter deal with such as us?  I hear there's some moving dead folk you have to take care of the brain..."

"I can't see why you'd want to." She replies. "I've know one or two vampires who've tried to go that rout. They're pitiful things, half-starved and half-crazed from lack of good nutrition, always two step from snapping entirely and going on a feeding frenzy that would make the papers and would put us all in danger. You can't be squeamish in your new life, sugar. You're a predator now. Remember that, or your body will do it for you."

"As for other ways to die, well, you've seen the stake through the heart method. That works for us all. As for others, well, that usually depends on the breed. Since I'm not sure what breed you are, I can't quite say for sure what else might effect you."

Robert nods.  "Thank you ma'am.  You have been most helpful.  Clearly there is some ... safety in numbers.  And you seem to be packing to move on.  Might I accompany you for a spell?"

She gives him a winsome smile. "Why, of course, sugar! I wouldn't think of letting you go out into this nasty old world all on your own, knowing what you know now."

Hmm, that's an interesting way to look at it Robert thinks to himself.  "In that case, I'll stay out of hte public's eye, and help pack."

She nods. "That would be best for everyone, I think. As far as I know, most of the town still believes you're dead. I think it should remain that way, at least until we've gotten on our way to the next town. Did anyone see you after your transformation?"

Robert grimaces.  "Some tinhorn of a deputy.  Had a limp.  But I never seen him before, so hopefully nothing will come of it."

The lady frowns.

"This is...bad. Why don't you go give Vincent a description of this man, sugar. He'll take care of it, and find out how far the damage has spread."

"I wouldn't worry about it.  It was dark, he didn't get a good look at me, and he'd never seen me when I was alive." Robert suggests.  "I think a death would cause more danger."

10:36, Today: Robert Micklethwait rolled 7,9 using d8+4,d6+4, rerolling max with rolls of 3,5. persuastion.

"He knows you exist and that you are something supernatural. That's more than enough to be dangerous. And he is a deputy. The Marshal of this town is much too canny, and there's that Ranger in town. That's too many loose ends left lying about. Besides, Vincent will be discreet. He might not even have to kill the man, if the danger is as low as you say. We just need to make sure nothing will lead back to us until we've had a chance to get far away from here."

[[OOC: Marina is opposing your Persuasion attempt with one of her own.

13:27, Today: Marina Vanderholt rolled 13,15 using d10+4,d6+4, rerolling max with rolls of 9,(6+5)11. Opposed persuasion.]]

Robert nods, convinced of her logic.

OOC: as she got a raise on me, I assume I'm totally convinced. 

((OOC: That would be a good guess.))

Marina stands and bids Robert adieu for the time being, leaving him behind as she goes off to pack. All that's left for him is to find Vincent, the disagreeable hothead.

Now I need to find Vincent, that disagreeable hothead  Robert goes looking for a man he really doesn't care to find.

Down in the theater, the girls are filling suitcases and packing crates. Vincent watches their progress, frowning and muttering to himself. When Robert comes down stairs, the blond man gives the lawyer a boiling death glare. Apparently he's still not convinced Robert isn't after his woman.

"What are you standing around there for, wanker?" He growls. "We have a lot of work to do, if we're going to leave this town at nightfall."

"Miss Marina has some orders for you.  There is a deputy who might have noticed me gettin' up out of my coffin.  Tin horn, with a limp." Robert fills in any other details he remembers.  "You are to contain any security problems, but quietly.  I can come with you, to point him out or help look, if you'd like"

"Wonderful." Vincent grumbles. "Yet another fine mess to deal with."

He listens to Robert's description, then snarls. "Of course! I'd love to walk around this town in the company of someone known to be recently deceased!" He shakes his head. "What a gaping idiot you are. I don't know why you think you should tag along. You'll get us all re-killed."

Then his head tilts, as if a sudden thought occurs to him. He considers something a moment, and then mutters, "Though you're not wrong to come, I suppose...that mist trick you've managed is impressive for a neonate, and I could use someone to point the bloke out..."

He reaches into one of the crates and produces a floppy, wide-brimmed hat, a long and colorful scarf, and a pair of dark spectacles. "Here. Wear these. You'll look daft as all hell, but it's better than you getting recognized as a walking dead man."

Robert looks at the items in distaste.  "It's night, anyone out will mostly likely be drunk.  But, better safe than sorry.  I can always say I have an old injury."  Robert dons the hat and wraps the scarf around his neck and lower face.

The blond man pulls out his pocket watch and checks it. "Three o'clock in the afternoon. Your sense of time is horrible." He looks around the theater. "I suppose you aren't used to living in the dark yet. It can be a heavy burden, existing in the shadows. I've seen some of the hired help lose track of the hours during our stays in gloomy locals. One opened a curtain thinking the sun had just set. Turns out, there was an hour left to go. Burned up three of our other ladies in addition to herself. That was a mess, and it was tricky to explain why half the troupe had vanished. The moral of the story? Keep your watch wound, and check it before you chance it. unless you're suicidal, which wouldn't bother me much as long as you keep your destruction limited to yourself."

He dons a pair of dark spectacles, a wide-brimmed gambler-style hat, and a bandana. He also grabs a Winchester rifle, and heads toward the side door. "After you." He says.

((OOC: It's only been a couple hours in-game since Robert made his way to the theater from his hiding spot. Technically, it's only been a few minutes since Marina tested him against the sunlight to see if he'd burn up.))

Robert shakes his head.  "Just tired I guess." After putting on the disguise, Robert heads out.  Vincent must think I need all this getup to avoid going up in flames.  Maybe I should tell ... nah

It's cloudy out, overcast with a hint of storm, but even so the light makes Robert flinch. Even if it's not burning him to death, the angry eye of heaven through the clouds glares down on him, sapping his strength and will. It's all Robert can do to keep from running anywhere to get inside, and the shadows are more inviting than he's ever seen them.

Vincent follows him out, flinching slightly himself. He doesn't seem to be quite as hampered by the sun's rays. Perhaps he's used to them...or perhaps there was something Marina wasn't telling him.

No time to deal with that now. The pair stalk the back allies until they reach the burned-out husk that is the old Marshal's office. Vincent raises a hand.

"Bugger! Under cover, quick!"

He crouches down. Robert spies three figures standing near the temporary jail at the Mining Office--a dandy in suit and top hat, a hard woman in a gray duster and stetson, and an Indian brave dressed as a cowboy. For a brief moment he remembers that awful dying dream...the butchers of his family had stood like that around his home...

No. The dream had just given familiar faces to people he'd never known. It was just the Marshal, the Ranger, and the Brave. His friends, or at least allies, in his former life...

Robert crouches down as well.

In a whisper, he suggests a plan to Vincent.  "Look.  I'm can be mighty persuasive.  No doctor looked at me, just that fool of an undertaker.  I could just tell them that hit to my head left me a bit addled.  Maybe at night, after they've been drinking a bit"

16:45, Today: Robert Micklethwait rolled 5,6 using d8+4,d6+4, rerolling max with rolls of 1,2. persuastion.
minus a penalty for the light

Vincent growls. "We are trying not to be seen. How long were you in that coffin? Long enough for your friends to look over your body and be sure, I'll wager. I don't care how persuasive you are, you don't just talk your way out of a grave."

Wildcat and Charing Bear stalk off, while Evans takes a stand near the ruins.

"Oh, bloody Hell!" Vincent growls again, and moves deeper into the shadows. He turns to Robert once more. "Look, wanker, let me be excruciatingly clear. You are one of us now. You cannot go back. If you try, they will only kill you because of the monster you are. Or they will try to 'make you better' and that's worse, because your true nature will eventually surface and you'll find yourself standing amid the corpses of all you used to love...corpse made by your own hand. You're a predator, mate, and they are the prey. You can't make them understand, and they would only kill you for it."

"And worse that that, is that you'd lead them right to the rest of us. And if you think for one goddamn moment I would let you just walk over there and put me and mine in danger, then maybe I should just stake you now and get it over with. Don't think any tricks you've picked up when crossing over will help you if I decide you're better off dead. You're just a fledgling childe. I've had decades more experience. I will tear you to tiny pieces, toss the pieces in a fire, then piss on the ashes. Do we have an understanding?"

((OOC: As you rolled a 1 on the Persuasion die, the sunlight penalties don't really matter in this case...Vincent's already-low opinion of Robert automatically sinks like a stone, from Uncooperative to Hostile.

Vincent is attempting an Intimidate Test Of Wills to cow Robert. 23:04, Today: Vincent Kaje rolled 5,17 using d8+2,d6+2, rerolling max with rolls of 3,(6+6+3)15. Intimidate. Looks like 17 is the number to beat.))

Holy... this lunatic will kill me if I don't watch out  Robert is convinced that sooner or later, if he doesn't do something Vincent will kill him.  Nodding frantically, he replies, "Right, whatever you say.  You are the boss."

12:42, Today: Robert Micklethwait rolled 4,3 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4,3. resiste intimidate.

Vincent grins, showing off pointed teeth. "Good. Glad we established that."

He turns and looks toward Evans, who isn't facing them. He seems to be yelling something at the mining office.

"Deputy McCoy! Deputy Fuller!" He shouts. "If you're able, come on out of there! We have a situation!"

There's a silence for a moment, then a voice from a window on the second floor shouts, "Sorry to say, they can't make it! They're full of holes at the moment!"

"Coward!" Evans shouts back. "You great bloody yellow-bellied lurker! How about you come down here and settle things with me, man to man?"

"What the bloody hell?" Vincent mutters. "What's going on?"

"We just want the Ranger, Marshal. Give her to us, and we'll trouble your tiny little town no further!"

{BOOM!}

Evans ducks, though the explosion came from the rear of the building. Vincent ducks back into the shadows, cursing a blue streak.

"Well, well, well!" Says the voice from the window. "Might be a moot point!"

"Jailbreak!" Vincent whispers. "Great sodding bloody hell! We've wandered into a stand-off!"

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