Leopold keeps his pistol in his right, as he fumbles with his cigarette case, finally lighting one of them.
He blows a cloud of smoke out of his nose and says in his atrocious accent: "In the Silesian mines, if a worker tries to run away with some gold he digs up, we break their ankles. They can still work, but not run so good afterwards."

He chuckles.

"I usually wouldn't sanction it, but it might be a good idea in this one's case," he replied dryly to Leo.

Speaking to Janet, he took a stern tone. "Ma'am, I'm a United States Marshal, and I wanted to speak to you in conjunction with an ongoing investigation. Rest assured that none of us will try and kill you while you are in my custody, unless you are brought before a lawfully ordained court and sentenced in accordance with the laws of the United States. Given that you fled my pursuit, however, I cannot but assume some guilt on your part. Should you attempt flight again, there will be little doubt of that, and I will no longer be able to vouchsafe you my protection. Have I made myself clear?"

Janet tried to struggle upright.  "I don't see a badge.  And if Miss Wells there would be kind enough to fetch my bag, there's papers in there that'll prove my position."

She turned to look Logan in the eye.  "My orders were to avoid contact with officials at all costs.  The only reason I'm coming out now is because she blew my cover sky high.  I don't always like my orders, but I follow them as best I can.  You don't like that, you can send a complaint to my superiors in Washington.  But for now, the best I can do is try and help you out of this mess.  What the hell is going on?"

"Ah, not a Silesian miner you are then? Here, take a cigarette. Turkish. Quite decadent.'

Leopold offers her the case. He blows another cloud of smoke, smelling sweet and like a mix of spices.

"Your superiors ain't in Washington, not just yet. Right now, you have one superior, one person that gives the orders, and for the moment, that person is me. Now, speak it clear and true - what position is it that you claim to have proof of, and who is it in Washington that's givin' you orders?" he asked.

Janet smirked.  "You know the Agency doesn't work like that. I answer to a man named Smith.  And I've been trying to show you the papers that prove I work for the Agency, except Jackie took them a while ago."

She turned to Steinhof.  "Thank you kindly, sir, but I don't smoke.  However, when this is done, perhaps we can retire for a sherry?"

21:31,
21:30, Today: Black Jack Boudreaux rolled 5 using 1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5. blue.

21:29, Today: Black Jack Boudreaux rolled 1 using 1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1. red add.

21:29, Today: Black Jack Boudreaux rolled 1,4 using d6,d8, rerolling max with rolls of 1,4. vigor.

16:04, Today: Black Jack Boudreaux rolled 9 using 1d35, rerolling max with rolls of 9. chip.

Jack managed to shake off the effects of the sweltering dry air and moved toward the black barkeep. The sorcerers had escaped but they had left behind their minion.

"Alright Nat lets end this. May Legba grant that rope the power to restrain that evil spirit." Jack said touching the lasso to bless it.


Today: Black Jack Boudreaux rolled 3,5 using d6,d12, rerolling max with rolls of 3,5. cast smite.

21:30, Today: Black Jack Boudreaux rolled 3,4 using d6,d12, rerolling max with rolls of 3,4. spirit.

PS If more is needed blow chips for me as needed.

"A U.S. Marshal's gotta work with the Agency from time to time. That's who we turn the strange stuff over to. I've known an Agent or two in my time, though never one that would so readily flaunt their affiliation as you seem to have done," he said, eyeing her with a deal of uncertainty.

"You might be tellin' the truth, but you must admit your conduct here in your flight gives rise to doubt. If you were an Agent in truth, you'd have helped us fight those deaders instead of runnin' and gettin' in the way, and after they were gone you woulda stopped and offered to cooperate in my investigation."

Leopold winks at the woman.
"Sherry? Surely you would prefer something good, yes? I have Marovian Slivowitz and an excellent Marille from the Wachau!"

He chuckles, then pulls on his cigarette again.

[Language unknown: "Asloin, at ropoli tise tail ameavesonenc lo... reatineststr. Recaur ounithortany ch o... comithsta ul nceingint?"]
He shrugs.
[Language unknown: "K rom m dinndeain anysi beec whhi"]

Janet shrugged.  "I didn't hear you identify yourself.  All i saw was Miss Wells trying to blow my cover, and then pointing a gun at me.  And you know full well that if your mission isn't the same as mine, you should not even hear about it.,  But since we don't have a choice, we can talk, in private."  She pointed her finger at a nearby room.  "Will this work for you?"

In reply to Doctor Han Lee (msg # 255):

Han Lee's bullets sink into the flailing, screaming wind demon--with no apparent effect. Bullock, at his side, fires as well. His bullets have just as little an effect.

This monster was going to need something more than just lead to put down. Something charged with ki should do the trick.

((OOC: I have Bullock go at the same time as Han Lee, just to make things easier on me. This is simple, as mundane bullets don't do a thing to the Shiwana.))



"I'd love to see the munitions that could deal with that." Lonefeather mutters. "Maybe if we had some of those Ghostfire bullets Smith & Robards sell...but I don't think we can really hurt it."

"I have some." Maddox says. "Not with me by yir, more's the pity, but I have some at my flat. They're bloody expensive, so I only have about a dozen in some speed-load cylinders. It's not far--I meet clients here because it's close."

((OOC: The dueling windstorms have obscured the back of the bar with flying debris and dust. You can't see past them. She's teleported out anyway, so you couldn't see her even if you wanted to.))

In reply to Black Jack Boudreaux (msg # 263):

"Awright!" Nat grins. "Let's raise some hell!"

((OOC: Does anybody want to control Nat Love for this scene?))

In reply to Janet Weiss (msg # 266):

"Nooooo, you saw me capturin' the ringleader of a crazed cult in the act of committing a crime." Jackie growls. "And I ain't got any of your junk. You'll be wanting to speak to Custer about that."

"Excuse me." One of the soldiers snaps. "Who are you people, and what are you doing with our prisoner?"

Janet shrugged.  "Ask the Marshall and Miss Wells.  They're the ones who drew guns.  I'm unarmed."

"Shut it, you." The surly soldier growls at Janet. "We're sticking you back in your cell until The General decides what to do with you. If you attempt to flee again, we'll shoot you dead. We're going to need to double the guard on the door...I can't believe you got this far, in that outfit."

Janet tried to raise her hands.  "I can't come with you until this gentleman and his heavily armed allies lets me go.  I'm not going to fight, but I don't plan on standing in the middle of a gunfight."

He wrinkled his nose.

As the soldiers started speaking to them, he turned to them and did his best to turn his charm on. As a United States Marshal, he'd have the jurisdiction to work wherever he pleased, but being that the military was running the show here, it would be best to be polite. "I'm United States Marshal Logan West, and I'm pursuing an ongoing investigation in Deadwood. I've spoken to Lieutenant Haverford, and I have in my possession papers that say I'm to be extended every courtesy while I'm in the performance of my duties," he said.

"If this woman is your prisoner, you might should thank us, because she was on the run and we've prevented her escape," he added congenially with a smile.

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"Oh, Haverford sent you?" The solider says. "Right. Let me see your paperwork, and then we'll escort you to the interrogation room to work. Since we obviously can't let her out of our sight again, I'm afraid you'll have to be assigned a few minders." he glares at Janet again to make his point.

He holstered his gun, though he didn't let up with the hand that was restraining Janet. With one hand now free, he retrieved the papers from his coat pocket and handed them to the soldier.

"That's alright, we could use a few extra pairs of eyes and hands. This is a slippery prisoner you've got here. Oh, and this here with me is the Major Leopold, Freiherr  von Steinhof from the Great Empire of Austria and the Kindgom of Hungary, diplomatic attaché to His Imperial and Royal Majesty, the most Apostolic Franz Joseph's embassy to the United States. He has some expertise in these matters, and will be assisting me alongside Deputy Jackie Wells."

The soldier looked them over, then nodded and handed them back. "Alright. This way, folks."

He leads the group back down toward the basement.

In reply to Union Troops (msg # 275):

Jack's next turn 09:56, Today: Black Jack Boudreaux drew the single card: AC using a deck of 54 cards.

James kept behind his cover trying to not get killed the general madness going on around him. "Yeah I'm a few bucks short of gettin' those fancy bullets Jimmy ... maybe next time we get a bounty we'll see what we can do."

OOC: Going on hold

In reply to James Wilder (msg # 277):

"Oh, for this I'd lend you use of them." Maddox says. "We just have to get to them."

Leopold smiles. "Oh, these fine gentlemen here have met me. We fought alongside in the streets not a few hours ago, yes?"

One of the soldiers nods at Von Steinhof. "Sure did. Mighty fine shot, there." He says as the group heads back down.

The basement of the Grand Hotel is spare, just mud and foundation and some old boxes. There's a cot, a chamber pot, and a lantern.

Two of the soldiers take up guard positions near the stairs. Jackie sits on the stairs themselves, once the rest of the group has passed. She keeps her Gatling pistol drawn, though at rest.

The other two guards flank Janet and escort her forcibly to the cot.

"I need to inform Custer about this." The solider says to Logan. "The soldiers here will keep an eye on our troublesome guest. Ask whatever questions you need to, then get going."

"Don't forget her precious bag." Jackie calls to him as he leaves. "Reckon it's got her papers, a can o' Dr. Pepper, and half a kilo o' chocolate bonbons too." She gives Janet a lopsided, feral grin.

The soldier just snorts and continues up the stair.

I'm splitting this thread in two.

Woolly Buffalo folk (James Wilder, Black Jack Bordreaux, Zek Starkweather, Han Lee): Resume posting in the 5.1.1 thread.

Grand Hotel Folk (Janet Wiess, Logan West, Freiherr von Stienhof): Resume posting in the 5.1.2 thread.

This thread is now closed.