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Red eyes focused back on Hel as she asked her question. The expression on the Mayor's face was even grimmer than before. "Well, The truth is the last Sheriff had a run in with Lee Van Cliff about a month ago." He seemed reluctant to tell them, he didn't want to scare them off but they needed to know the truth. "He was a good man, as brave as they come, but not quick enough on the draw. One bullet was all it took and the Sheriff was nothing more than FEAR. Jack rest his soul." The demon tipped his hat in respect to the man who used to occupy this very office. It had been a terrible fate.

“That’s where you fine folks come in.” Turning to the desk the Mayor took up a wooden box and opened it extracting what looked like three worn and tarnished stars. “This is not a task for the weak of heart. I need deputies who can get a job done. I’m trusting you to help us take our town back.”

Striding over to the three Mayor William Bennett gave them each a star to pin on their shirt. “There are many dangers on the road ahead of you. I have something else to help you along on this journey. It's not right to go in unarmed.” Again the demon went back to the desk and opening up one of the drawers he pulled out three, semi-fake looking, revolver guns and placed them out for the three to take. Along with those he placed three accompanying boxes with their ‘ammo’ which happened to be paint balls. So it seemed they would actually be shooting things.

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Mitsu was wide eyed behind her mask at first. The atmosphere had sucked her right in. It wasn't until the man started to explain that she realized this was part of the show. Not that it helped for long. The demon was so into his character Mitsu couldn't help but feel the situation creeping up on them. Nervously she took the worn star handed to her and looked it over. It had Deputy Sheriff written across it and there seemed to be a dent on one of the arms. Mitsu had to wonder what that was from.

"S..shooting?" She questioned with a squeak looking to the guns sitting on the desk. The lycan had no idea this was part of the deal. At least it wasn't real right? RIGHT? For now she would play along, she wanted Mot to have a good time. Hopefully he didn't think this was too childish. Mitsu had been rather excited about it, but then again she had been excited about the ball pit and that was very much for scarlings.

As far as Mot could tell, this game involved him patrolling the town and finding the bad guy, then shooting him with a paintball gun? You know what Mot called this?
Winning.
He grinned as he was not only handed a badge, but also a gun. Oh boy! This game might end up way more cool than he thought.

His head whipped to meet Hel's boast with a sly smirk. "I bet you you're totally wrong, little lady." Mot picked up the weapon and loaded it with ease. "You'll be begging for my help in no time." The boil stood, adjusting the ammo and badge on his person until he was satisfied. "Alright then. When can we start?"

“The only thing I’ll be begging for Mot, is a challenge from you.” Hel replied back haughtily, glancing out of the corner of her eye as the cowboil loaded his gun with ease. Err…she had no idea how to load hers. Hel acted like this wasn’t a problem yet as she stood as well and collected her box of ammo, just holding onto it for now.

Hel looked interested when the demon mentioned they’d have a guide, and turned to look at the door, brows furrowing when no one seemed to step through…until she looked down. Was…that a gnome dressed as a cowboil? Hel snorted. Loudly. She was also fighting the strong desire to punt it, and instead focused on Mayor Bennett’s last words to them for now. Oooh…objectives and a reward! Awesome! When warned with a grave tone, Hel waved it off with a hand. “The only luck we’ll be needing friend, is that there’s no ghouls on the enemy side.” This statement was a direct taunt at Mot, whom Hel was staring at with mocking grin.

The valkyrie paused when she heard the paintball pellets scatter all over the floor, and helped Mitsu to pick some of them up before they were finally ushered out. She held them out to the lycan, waiting for the ghoul to take them from her before she moved any further, but took this time to look over their environment with a keen eye. “Are you ready to be victorious, Mitsu?” Hel asked with a grin to get the lycan amped up and ready.

“Alright,” Squeaked the gnome in a somewhat western twang. Only somewhat because it was far from being good. He didn’t seem to be as in character as the Mayor was. In fact, the gnome didn’t look quite pleased to be playing this part but hell a job was a job after all. “The Badland Boys tend to hang around town now a days.” He continued. “You’ll probably find a great deal of them at the Saloon.” He pointed toward the bar a few paces off. “Your job is to clean'em out.” He then pointed to their guns so that they knew what he meant by ‘clean them out’. “If you can manage that we will move on.” He didn't sound like he thought they could do it. How encouraging.


No further words were given as Jake made his way toward the Saloon motioning the group to follow. There was the quick paced tink tink tink noise from the spurs on Jake's boots as the gnome led the group forward. With a much shorter stride he had to work double time to keep up and he didn’t seem too pleased about it. Looking to the group as he walked up to the building he paused. “You better be ready for this. Load your guns. Be sure to fire fast and duck for cover. If I can I will help.” More like if he felt like it. That was all the explaining he did before pushing through the swinging doors, the group walking in on a scene of people sitting around tables, most seeming nervous as they tried to enjoy their drinks. The piano music was playing loud filling the room with a western themed tune.

At the bar stood three men, obviously out of place compared to the other patrons, chatting amongst themselves. They continued until the three entered the room, going silent when they saw Jake was leading them.

"Those are your men right there.” Jake pointed to the men at the counter. With that the piano music went silent.





Mitsu held onto her gun tightly with unsure fingers as she looked to David...err...Jake the gnome when he gave his instruction. Nervous anticipation was bubbling up as she looked at her team mates were seemed to be issuing a challenge among themselves.

"V..victorious?" Mitsu questioned looking toward the gnome as he headed toward the Saloon. Oh Jack it was starting. Taking a deep breath Mitsu willed herself to move.....she willed herself to move....she took a slow dragging footstep forward. It was a start at least. At the pace she was going Jake was already pretty far ahead.

Looking to the two in her party nervously she forced herself to pick up her pace stopping a couple of feet behind the gnome as he paused. Load the gun. Huff puff! Mitsu had already tried! Fumbling Mitsu tried to load the gun again only managing to get a single paintball in the holder before she was forced to enter the Saloon behind Jake.

Instantly Mitsu was on guard, tension running through her body forcing her to squeeze the trigger on her gun before she really had chance to aim. It fired prematurely but still managed to hit the bandit in the middle splattering red paint down his arm. Oops?

((Bandit 2)

Stepping into the Saloon made him feel like a real deputy. The boil even looped his thumbs into his belt loops as he eyed the trio from within his hat's brim. Even the gnome's lack of faith was ignored.

However, Hel's boasting could not be. She really got into the role, and Mot couldn't help but smirk. Yes, egg them on, Hel. Good idea.

Finally, the real fun began! Mits and Hel both got a shot in, and Mot was ready to cheer them on.. but Hel's little comment on the use of a gun irked the cowbell. It hit him deep. He cursed under his breath and took aim with his own weapon, intent to show up the valkyrie.

Unfortunately, though the shot was a good one, it missed his target and hit the row of bottles behind the bar, sending booze spilling all over the trio. "Jackdamnit!" Mot dived to the opposite side of bar from the two ghouls.

Hel was about to mock Mot again for missing, but after seeing him destroy an entire row of bottles, she thought that that was pretty cool!

The reaper looked over to Mitsu when the ghoul joined her, grinning widely before it faltered at her reminder. Oh…Hel blinked, looking sheepish for a brief moment. That’s right, they were…! “Ah, you’re righ—“ It seemed karma decided to strike back as well as Hel got BOOM HEADSHOT-ed. “Mother Jacker!” The reaper snarled as she was pelted in the side of the head, reaching up to touch the spot only to find her hand coming back stained with blue. Hel was about to go show the bandit a thing or two, but somewhere a voice reminded her that she was knocked out, and thus needed to drop for now.

The ghoul scowled before she fell to the ground on her stomach, and looked up at Mitsu with a burning gaze. “Avenge me, Mitsu!” She meant it. Seriously.

((Rolling for Jake the Gnome to help Hel. Anything over a 10 is success))

After calling to the girl to let her know she was out Jake stood in the back for a moment longer. There were still a lot of people moving about. He didn't want to be punted. So instead he leaned against the back wall doing a whole lot of nothing. Was it surprising? Probably not.

Hel just glared at the gnome from across the room, admist all the chaos. The urge…to punt…rising…

She shot a look over at Mot when she heard the reaper snort, and then jerked her head back up at Mitsu. “Yes, avenge me, friend! You need to restore my honor by felling the rest of the bandits!” She heard another shot echo from Mot, and looked back at him to see him join them. Remember. She reminded herself. Here to make him feel better. Besides…there was someone else she could easily take her frustration out on later. It was suspiciously gnome shaped and wearing a cowboil costume.

“I was impressed you destroyed all the bottles in the row up there!” Hel stated up to Mot in a tone that wasn’t mocking, but truthful. Her head then whipped back in time to see Mitsu get pelted on the mask, and she peeked out from behind the table to see the lycan deliver her own head shot to the last bandit. Hel grinned. “You did it, Mitsu! You have reclaimed my honor!” She cheered, and once she was actually given permission to stand, the reaper leapt to her feet and spun on her heel, staring down at the gnome.

The look she gave him promised him a free one way ticket out of Buzzard’s Breath after this was all over. “What next, Jer….Jake.”