"An Apache is a race of people." its obvious Charging Bear is probably great with kids.

OOC:  and at parties
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"Like Irishes and Pure Blooded Comanches? If Itza-Chu AnApache Man also wants to burn the world down, y'all should probably arrest him, but then not let him go out again until he's sorry."

It seems to think this idea is a bit revoloutionary.


[[Charging Bear is an awesome clank daddy, and wins against the English language.]]
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"We weren't plannin' on takin' him alive." Cantrell grunts.

"High probability he will do plus many bad things if y'all wait for him to die," the clank points out.

Pretty much everything Alouette said seemed to cause him a mixture of confusion and amusement, leaning towards the latter, but he started to follow what had become a brand new conversation about the Apache. There was some kind of situation here developing.

"I don't know everything 'bout Injuns, but I thought Apaches and Comanches didn't get along." From what he had heard, 'didn't get along' was an understatement.

Jericho pats his holsters at the clank's comment. "Oh, weren't plannin' waitin', either. Got a little somethin' here to speed his demise along."

He shrugs at Adrian's comment. "Guess killin' white folk is more important to 'em than whatever bad blood exists between their tribes. He's a scout and he's tetched in the head. I reckon them two things is very useful to the renegades. You didn't know Itza-chu like I done. There's a mighty big leak in his brainpan somewhere, 'cause he finds pain funny. Causin' it, takin' it...he's a regular Marquis de Sade. The Army had him because he seemed willin' to take on his kinfolk...then we found out he wanted to take on anyone, in the most horrific ways he could manage. I can't tell you how many times I had to reprimand him for takin' scalps after a fight, and you didn't put him near prisoners unless you wanted him to..." he shudders. "Never mind. There's a reason he got the boot. Oughta gotten locked up as well, but by his court martial came I was facin' my own, so I didn't have no say in that."

The clank peers to see what Cantrell's got. "Logic error, Cantrell: high probability Itza-Chu would injure people if given guns, not demise faster."

"I don't think he's planning on giving the man the gun, Alouette. He's gonna shoot him, which would speed the Apache's demise." He gave a little chuckle at the idea of Cantrell handing this fella a gun.

In reply to Danny Boy (msg #29):

"Big man went down in an inferno I bet... explains the cooked smell." Jake says as looks over the dead.

"He's a rotten man if ever there was one." Charging Bear says solemnly. "Now he's taken to call himself by my name and causing all sort of havoc while doing so."

"Won't be anything left to lock up if he did to Rose what you said Cantrell."

"If y'all make holes in Itza-Chu he will have anger," the clank advises people in general.

"Plants grow," it informs Charging Bear. "Like, similar to, skin of mortals when God fixes people...if Itza-Chu hurt a rose the rose will be the same, even if it grows a different way to previous flower growing."

"This particular Rose is a woman, not a flower." Charging Bear says with obvious difficulty.

The clank tilts its head at him, perhaps picking up that the tone has changed but not grasping the significance. What combination of woman and flower it imagines or how the injury and healing play out in its brass head is anyone's guess.
"Is that different?"

"The bounty states dead or alive. I reckon as long as there's enough left to identify, I don't much care what you do to him." Cantrell says. He frowns at the flower confusion. "Sure is. You can't try to rape a flower."

((OOC: Cantrell is a bad clank daddy.))
This message was last updated by the player at 22:07, Mon 07 May 2012.

[[you summoned Itza-Chu! Quick, kill 'im!]]

"What is 'rape'?" Alouette tries gamely, big lenses looking up to the bounty hunter. "Is it like witchcraft? Self does not know another thing that makes people broken forever minus neglecting to repent...why can't Rose get better, like flowers?"


[[He'll have to deal with it, then. And his own attitudes to women and sexual assault, apparently.]]

Adrian didn't have kids, and he didn't reckon he'd be much good with them. He scratched his head a bit at Alouette's question and looked helplessly between the others. "Somethin' real bad, Alouette. Worse'n killin', I think, or leastaways just as bad."

He cleared his throat, clearly not interested in answering further questions on the subject from the clank that was sure to follow. He'd leave that duty to Deputy Bear and the other fella. "I'm gonna get somethin' to drink." He moved over to the bar, and searched for another bottle of whiskey and a glass, taking his time about it.

((OOC: >_< That'll teach me to post while I'm half awake. Fixed now.))

"Some things, once they get broke, can't be fixed no more." Cantrell says. "It's like in humpty-Dumpty. You ever hear of Humpty-Dumpty?" He goes off into the kitchen, and comes back with an egg.

"Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall." He sets the egg on the countertop.

"Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall." He knocks the egg off the counter, sending it to the floor, cracking it and spilling egg everywhere. Jericho reaches down, picks up a large piece of the shell, and puts it in Alouette's hand.

"All the king's horses and all the king's men can't ever put Humpty-Dumpty back together again. See? That's what rape is. It cracks a person up like an eggshell, only on the inside. Maybe they'll heal. Maybe they won't. But they won't ever be the same after."

He walks toward the door. "We've wasted enough time here, Charging Bear. Let's get this shin-dig started."

Alouette stands and holds the shell a very long time, quiet and still enough that those who still believe it's simple clockwork might think it's run down. It's not clear how much of Cantrell's lecture it managed to grasp, but it certainly seems bewildered he took his metaphor out on an innocent egg. It looks up.

"Why did he do that?"

The question doesn't seem to be addressed to anyone specifically. The clank spends a while longer looking after Cantrell, then crouches and, with infinite care all the more striking for the clumsy metal fingers which could probably crush bone as easily as chook eggs, starts picking up eggshell.

It certainly appears that way. In fact, it looks like someone covered him in lamp oil before lighting him up...or perhaps broke a lamp over him, to judge by the bits of glass around where he fell.

There's something else, too. He looks all stitched up, like he had a lot of surgery recently...

And then the corpse twitches. Danny yelps in shock as a voice rumbles from the not-quite-dead man.

"Huuuuuurrrrrrt." He complains as he begins to rise. "Neeeeeeeed. Frrrrrrreeeeeeesh. Paaaaaaaaarts."

((OOC: Make a Fear check, + Grit, -4 for the local Fear Level, and draw initiative cards. If you want to use Danny as an ally in this, let me know and I'll post up his stats.))
This message was last edited by the player at 23:26, Mon 07 May 2012.

In reply to Mr. Lurch (msg #70):
Jake take a halfstep back and lines up his pistol on the not so dead, dead man. "You'd best look else where fella, ain't parts here for you."

OOC:
09:54, Today: Jake Lawrence rolled 13,10 using 1d8-1,1d6-1, rerolling max with rolls of (8+6)14,(6+5)11. Spirit (-4 Fear +3 Grit).

09:55, Today: Jake Lawrence drew the single card: 10H using a deck of 54 cards. Initiative.

"Jayses Christ!" Danny yelps as the giant starts getting up. He already has the knife Jake gave him at the ready, though it seems tiny and useless.

But as the pair turn toward the massive monster, Jake spies something scuttling into the lamplight...something that looks like a flesh-colored spider...

((OOC: Danny attempts a Fear Check. His Grit is equal to the Fear Level.

09:30, Today: Danny Boy rolled 5,5 using d8,d6. Fear!

While he's trying to beat down his terror, the Manitou inside attempts to seize control. I roll this in secret. Danny passes, and draws his card: RJ!

I draw cards for all the other NPCs...There' another monster in here, it just had good stealth rolls until now.

Jake, did you want to control Danny during this fight?))

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Turn order:
Danny Boy: RJ!
Mr. Lurch: AC
The Thing: KC
Jake Lawrence: 10H

In reply to Alouette (msg #69):

"I think he was trying to prove his point." Charging Bear tells the Angel as he shakes his head slightly at how Cantrell handles things. Brute force as always he muses in his mind as he watches Alouette  for a moment or two longer before following after the bounty hunter.

In reply to Danny Boy (msg #72):

OOC: Sure I can run ole Danny Boy. Do you want to shift this to fight to a separate thread?

Oddly, the clank doesn't respond to Charging Bear's voice, crouching with intense small-child focus on picking up bits of broken egg. What it intends to do with a handful of eggshell and goop is anyone's guess, but its application is almost preternatural, a soft hiss of steam or static sifting from the automaton's general direction.

He looked from the Marshal, to Alouette, back to the Marshal, and back to Alouette again. "Ah....you comin' Alouette? Or you gonna sit there pickin' up broken egg mess all day? Anybody can mop up egg, but not everybody can run around talkin' crazy and tellin' folks not to get into witchcraft."