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Not quite a week had passed since Mitsu had apologized to Mot promising to make it up to him. It was just how was the question. She had spent days mauling it over trying to think of just the thing that would cheer him up. At his accidental room take over party he wasn't quite the happiest of cowboils.

It had been on an outing in town when Mitsu had been hopelessly lost on an adventure that she had stumbled on something. It was buried in the middle of no where with buildings crowding all around it but the building definitely stuck out. 'Saving the Town of Buzzard's Breath: A Western Adventure!' the sign out front had red. Instantly Mitsu had thought of Mot as she had stepped closer to investigate looking over the flyer that was sitting out on the table. From the look of it, it was like the story Mot had told her! This would be perfect! Maybe something like this would cheer him up!

So pleased with herself Mitsu had taken a flyer with her and had -eventually- made her way back to the dorm. After a bit of planning and coordinating schedules with Mot and Hel, Hel being her support and backup on the matter, a date was finally set. Mitsu had kept the activity in mind a secret though, she was hoping for it to be a surprise. It didn't dawn on her that it could be viewed as a childish activity, it had looked rather fun!

On the date that had been agreed upon, Mitsu stood at the gate that lead in and out of the school waiting for the two reapers to arrive. She had the tickets for the place in her back pocket and was anxiously awaiting for the two of them to show. It was her greatest hope that Mot would be cheered up by this.

All Mot knew was that he was being taken out somewhere. Why? Mitsu seemed intent on making things up to him, though Mot insisted it was fine as is.
These ghouls seemed insistant.

Mot had been lying on his bed face down when Hel came knocking to remind him. On the fly he made up some escuse about being naked and to go on ahead. It seemed to work, sort of. She DID leave him after all.

While the thought they had for him was kind, Mot somehow did not want to go. He did not want to be cheered up, and he was not in the mood to be his cheerful self around anyone. Especially ghouls. It took a lot of energy to be nice to them.
Finally, Mot heaved a sigh and pushed himself up. He may have been feeling like crap, but there was no way he was standing up his friends. Especially because they were ghouls.

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Finally, after some time had passed, Mot approached the pair outside. He walked at a slowed pace, waving a hand and smiling kindly. "Howdy, ladies."

“Hopefully…” Hel echoed. She really hoped he wouldn’t keep them waiting long, especially not after all the trouble Mitsu was going through. The lycan was really putting herself out there for this!

She grinned lightly upon seeing the tickets, leaning forward a bit to get a better look at them. “Nice craftsmanship on those!” Hel appreciated the way they tried to mimic an older feel while still being of excellent quality, but also gave the impression of what a Western Adventure was all about. The valkyrie wasn’t…exactly sure what she was getting herself into today. She was only vaguely familiar with the whole Western genre, and really the most she knew was that is involved guns, skeletal horses, tumbleweeds and cowboil hats. Though, that pretty much summed up the genre, didn’t it?

“I hope so as well.” The reaper started, lightly tapping her foot as she glanced back at the dorms. “…Whatever happens today, friend, you tried, and that’s all that matters, alright?” She felt the need to boost the lycan’s morale incase…things didn’t go as expect for some reason. The longer they stood there waiting, the harder and faster Hel tapped her foot, and she shifted her weight often, until she heard Mitsu call out to Mot. There he was! She was seriously thinking about going back to get him! Once again, she felt a surge of appreciate towards the ghoul, who worked on keeping her tone upbeat, and she would have to do the same! Hel shrugged off her impatience at the wait, and looked back at Mot as well, grinning. “There you are!” She greeted, and the gave a nod of her head in regards to Mitu’s statement.

The valkyrie then took it upon herself to lead, starting to march past the school gates and into town. She had not forgotten the adventure her and the lycan had when they tried finding this place again, and to save them some time (and to keep Mot humoring them), it’d be best to get there as quick as possible! “How are classes, friends?” Hel asked as they walked, glancing back at the two.

Oh good, Hel was taking the lead. They would get there in no time this way! Keeping her pace with the other two reapers Mitsu gave a nod in regards to classes agreeing with Mot. "Yes...strange." But they were interesting and she was meeting new people this way. It was a learning experience for sure.

The walk wasn't nearly as long when someone knew the way. It wasn't long before they happened upon the old western themed building tucked away in the middle of no where. As much as it stood out it would have been easy to pass up and not notice. It wasn't super huge as well so it was a wonder on what all they could have inside. "This is it!" Mitsu's voice was excited as she looked up at Mot. What would he think about it?

Just outside the building set a booth made to look like a covered wagon. Sitting just inside it was a lady dressed as in a western burlesque outfit. She was the ticket master. Grabbing the tickets from her pocket once again Mitsu handed each of the people with her one. "Are you ready?"

Had Mot's hat not hidden most of his features, anyone looking would have seen the reaper's eyes sparkle with childish delight. It was obvious the look of the place alone had made Mot visibly happier, even without seeing his eyes. He stared in awe for a moment, before snapping out of it and watching the ghouls hand in tickets.

Wait, ready? They... they were going in?

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*O*

Mot's gaping mouth soon snapped shut in favor of a small grin. "Ready?" He said uncertainly, though the uncertain tone was more out of anticipation than confusion.

Hel wasn't disappointed by Mot’s reaction.

She couldn’t help but grin happily at seeing him awed, and once again, couldn’t help but feel another swell of appreciation for Mitsu. The ghoul worked really hard on this! It was apparent that her effort was paying off.

The reaper trailed after Mitsu with her ticket in hand, taking in the appearance of the ticket lady with wide eyed curiosity, already getting her heaping helping of the western genre. She was about to place her ticket on the counter after Mitsu, but the lady’s sudden shocked tone immediately had her on guard. It was at this moment, that it became apparent how easily Hel could be fooled by a very well done performance. “Help?” The reaper echoed, immediately pocketing her ticket. Hey, apparently there was something serious going on and now was not the time for tickets! She then rolled up the sleeves of her tunic, readying herself for anything as she followed in after the lady with her friends.

Upon entering the building, Hel whipped her around back and forth, and was tense, as if expecting to be ambushed by something, though they were only greeted by a fine dressed demon. She regarded him with a concerned expression and asked seriously. “What’s the problem?”

Mitsu was just as confused about what was going on as everyone else. She had no idea they would be thrown into the fray right off the bat. Like Hel, she wasn't entirely sure this was part of the attraction. Mitsu honestly thought they needed help!

Concerned and nervous Mitsu followed the group toward the back where they entered an old time jail house. This was certainly different. What was wrong she wondered?

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"They're here to help," The woman explained quickly.

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The demon gave a nod of approval before dismissing the woman to go back to her stand. Looking to Hel when she asked what the problem was the demon simply moved around the desk and gestured toward the crates. "Please, have a seat." He said standing there with an air of importance about him. Once everyone was seated he continued.


“The name’s William Bennett. Mayor William Bennett.” The tall demon tipped his hat in greeting as he leaned against the desk, the gravest of expressions on his face. He was obviously submerged in the character he was playing. “I’m glad our call for aid was answered. You’ve come to our little town of Buzzard’s Breath in the bleakest of times I’m afraid which is why we need your help.”

His glance turned toward the window of the fake room they were in, looking out at the imagery of a western town beyond. “A gang of bandits has moved into town recently and is threating to turn this place plum upside down.” The demon went on to explain in his proper southern twang. “Lee Van Cliff is the head of this gang that calls themselves The Badland Boys.” To add to this the Mayor picked up a poster off the desk, a wanted noticed for Lee Van Cliff dead or alive. The reward was 1,000 pumpkin seeds. No doubt a hefty sum in the day and age they were pretending to be a part of. “They come in here shootin’ the place up and takin’ what they want before leaving back to their hide out. Daily they do this and ….if ya can’t guess I’m a sheriff down.” William gestured around the empty office though he didn’t mention WHY he was a sheriff down.

Mot sat as needed on the crate in between his two lady friends, his arms resting over his knees as he watched the scene unfold. This seemed to be one of those in character tour type deals. Yet, more like they would have to play along. Almost like..

..like daycare? Oh Jack, did these ghouls take him to a kiddy show?! Part of Mot was aching with humiliation of being thought of as childish. Lucky for the ghouls though, most of Mot was just a big kid. That part of him seemed way too interested to let the other feeling take over.

Mot had little to say as of yet, and waited on what to do next.