Thread: Neuleben

Name Nickname Dawn Ying Attire Immaculate coveralls, choker, hat Weapon sword Location Inside the walls of Neuleben in his shop Tagging Josh Time Late afternoon She was lost again ask her to find the sky and she would have pointed at the ground. She was not dumb just directionless in the literal meaning of the word. She saw a man with a cigar who looked lost in another way. She moved up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder trying to get him to turn around. But could not bring herself to touch the man in any shape or form. Do you know where the watering hole is That was the bar where she was supposed to met her brother. They both worked there when not in the wilds of this world looking to look some scrap. The man looked to have lived a hard life she could feel for him. She clasped her hands behind her back so much better to reach her swords. I am lost I was looking for my brother he is at the watering hole she smiled at him as she rocked on her heals. She wanted to look weak men did not like strong women. Well not women that were stronger then they were at least in most cases. I would buy you a drink if you could get me there She offered with a shy smile her fingers caressing the hilt of her blade. The sheaf looked like any old sack used to store paper goods and the like. Name Nickname Dusk Yang Attire Immaculate coveralls, goggles, hat Weapon revolver Location Inside the walls of Neuleben in his shop Tagging Lacey Kinson Lace Time Late afternoon Dusk could not find dawn but what else was new the girl could not do anything without him there. She was two hours late and for all he knew she was dead in a gutter with an old fat man pissing on her corpse. He moved slowly the weight of the guns on his hips felt like a lead anchor. The made him safe but they also made him a target. He had to fight more then one duel each ending with the possible death of him or his opponent. He tried not to get involved in other peoples fights but he could not stand injustice. After living years as a plaything he hater to see anyone forced to do something, anything against there will. There are plenty of open seats He tapped his gun the man was not armed with a ranged weapon. Then again as close as he was the man could have overpowered him before he could get his gun free. The man looked at him and he looked back small fry ran through the mans head. He could have just shot him but that would not be ignored. He reached into his pocket and tossed some coins into the air. The coins danced as if shinning them fell each had a neat finger sized hole through the cent. His gun arm had been a blur, a normal human would have seen him place his hand on his gun then nothing. The man was tripping over his own feet to get out of the way Sorry about that manners are a increasingly rare commodity He took off his hand ran a finger through his hair and bowed for the lady. He placed his hat back on his head and ejected the spent shells still smoking. Three spent shells damn they were getting harder to come by themselves. You need any help, I am looking for my sister but I can not leave a woman in distress He smiled as he placed the gun back in its holster somehow it felt lighter. The name is Dusk but people call me Yang He smiled and stood there like a sentinel guarding a vault of gold. He could tell the woman was already having a bad day and might not want his company. Besides he had to find Dawn before she killed someone who did not need to be killed. He shook his head if only he could get her to settle down. The trouble was they were damaged goods unable to trust another living soul.