Howdy, Partners

Saddle up, boys

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Welcome all yall to Topeka, Kansas. Do your best, and survive.

Character list:

Vaqueros: Roman and Remus (both he/him), 23

Lawmen: Janus Caballo (she/her), 24 and Wyatt Earp (he/him), 28

Banker: Logan Dantes (he/him), 20

Fugitives: Virgil (he/him), 20, and Jim Raven (they/them), 21

Preacher's daughter: Patton Collier, (she/her), 19

Outlaws: Remy "Queso" Eagle (they/them), 23 and Vick "Gummi" DeSantis (he/they), 19

Schoolteacher: Kate Barlow (she/her), 25, and her intended, Sam (he/him), 28

Askers will all appear in Topeka to begin, characters will be slowly introduced. Warnings for religious trauma and violence, more likely to come. -Admin

Lore:

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I don't smoke. But the name's Simon. And you are? -🥞

"I have an inkling you know."

Janus swirls her hand, lighting the cigar herself with a flash of magic, taking a draft. "Ah... so. Have you heard of the battlefield taking shape here? You reek of Fae magic. Might want to try and hide that more."

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She shrugged, "I like to cut to chase" she nodded, "sounds like a plan" -🦊

Remus nods, heading back.

You and Lian head back to their den, talking quietly through the night.

At sunrise, Remus and Roman are waiting, talking quietly against the fence. Lian takes the first step. "Hey, guys."

Roman turns, eyes narrowed. He looks you both over and nods slowly. "... so what's your kin?"

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*hums and goes back towards the party, lingering at the edges, looking around, watching the people* -🥞

The party rises and falls, ebbs and flows. All are gone by the middle of the night.

When a serpent walks up, offering you a cigar. "What do you go by now, sweetie?"

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Yeah, I’m starving. Best to eat before it goes bad.

That partner of yours in Joplin… he the one that knocked ya up?

-🕷️

Remy nods quietly, looking down. "... his memory is the only reason why I kept it when I figured it out. Knowing that we wanted a family as long as we did..."

Remy pulls their hair forward and adjusts their shirt, showing you a tattoo of an eagle feather. "The Chief gave that to me. For saving my partner's life. From klansmen."

Remy looks over, eyes shaking slightly. "... that's why I know Killian didn't kill him. But I don't know who could've."

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*nods, quietly sending off a spell to deal with both* Patton, do you know your lineage? Of your wings? -🥞

"Hm?"

Patton blinks, the wings fading as she looks around. "... I- I dunno what you mean, sir... but thank you. I'm gonna go talk to my friend now!"

She beams happily, stepping back and curtsying before heading off.

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She smiled politely, keeping Lian close, "hello" she tilted her head, "you don't seem..like normal person. Not in bad way though" -🦊

Remus laughs softly, looking down. "... forward, ain't ya? Well-"

He turns, thinking. "... meet me at the cow pen at sunrise. There's too many ears here. I'll bring my brother... I'm sure you know about him."

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Hard to sleep easy when you two stuck me with pretty boy. I aint tryin to let him escape like Gummi.

I’ve got more willow bark if you need it. I always keep a solid stash on me.

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Remy shakes their head, letting out a slow breath. "Nah... not yet, anyway. Want some breakfast? I think the bacon is startin to go bad."

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His head might be hurtin like hell but he's safe and warm and content so Adrian's happy. He can't remember most of the night before anyhow. Really just the first three or four shots, some dancin', the taste of honey and whiskey and lips on his neck-

Oh.

Oh.

-🦋(avoidant attachment luca vs anxious attachment adrian who will win? trick question, the answer is they're both emotionally traumatized dumbasses)

Luca slowly begins to shift from beside you, smacking their lips a bit and yawning wide as they ruffle their hair. "... goddamn my head hurts... Remus, where the fuck are..?"

They turn. Registering you.

They jolt and scamper back a bit, covering their body with their blanket. "Shit-! I- u-uhm... oh, fuck..."

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(ooc: you know..this could be solved if Kit just... decided to leave this Time. She wouldn't be in danger of dying if she just disappears. That would probably be the smartest idea..she wouldn't save it but she would save her family pain...until Cronos shows up again and we really need to kill him 😮‍💨)

Ah, she wasn't sure who to be around, who would be a good ally...-🦊

Remus spots you lingering nearby. His eyes flash and he excuses himself from the others, walking over. "... howdy. You seem familiar, somehow... can we help ya?"

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*anansi very pointedly ignored the weird feeling in their stomach that definitely isn’t guilt at seeing killian curled up in the corner without so much as a blanket. They just grunt in acknowledgment and settle into what would definitely be a very restless sleep*

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You wake at sunrise, seeing Killian still curled up in the corner. When you head out to stretch, Remy's already got coffee and bacon going from the rations you have. They nod quietly.

"Hey. Can't sleep either?" They brush their hair back. "... pain's gettin steadier."

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*hugs back* Of course. You were at his hand, you can decide their punishment. I can erase his memories of you, turn him into a frog until he learns to be kind, anything. -🥞

Patton sniffs, shaking her head. "Just... just the memories... and not just him, my- my Father too. So I can be safe... thank you, Angel... I feel... like..."

Patton takes a short, shuddering breath. Her eyes light with beauty as grace shines in her neck, soft wings shimmering on her back for a moment.

"Like me."

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*Anansi groans, running a hand down their face*

Got to be fuckin kiddin me.

Like hell we’re lettin ya just sleep out in the open. We’ll share my tent. Aint sharing my bedroll though. Not like both of us could fit either.

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"Alright."

Killian shrugs nonchalantly, heading into your tent and respectfully letting you get comfy before he curls up as far from you as the small space allows, covered by nothing but his jacket.

"See ya in the morning then."

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*deciding not to correct their assumption* It was never a sin. Merely men deciding to hide the truth. God said not to lie with a child like you would a man. Nothing about loving one the same as yourself. Your love is pure. Don't worry. -🥞

"... oh, Jesus..." Patton sobs again, but this time you can see her faint smile. She jumps up and hugs you tight, sniffing and burying her head in you once again. "... thank you, Angel... thank you... you- you really could deal with Jericho..? Let me find my own way..?"

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"gay people never flirt normally it's always gotta be shit like this" -luca and adrian, probably

-ooc🦋

That's fair af tho lol. -Admin

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"no, I don't know who to trust, but we shouldn't isolate ourselves because of it. Should we go to the party?" -🦊

Lian nods, sighing, and you head in.

You see the twins easy enough- they always have the red and green accents to their attire, one with a beard, one with a mustache.

And they are indeed with a woman, discussing in hushed, heated tones their business.

Given the vitiligo and scarring, you'd wager a bet that's Janus. And that explains the demon thing, though she may be on your side.

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Something in the back of his mind tells him that's a bad idea. Something that whispers he shouldn't be doing this for... for some reason.

But that part's real quiet and Luca's real pretty, so even when he looks away, fidgeting with his hands, he nods.

-🦋

Luca stumbles, leaning against your chest.

Luca's lips, hot and tasting of whiskey, brush against yours.

Luca's hands grab your sides.

Luca's fingers get under your shirt.

Luca's lips travel down your neck.

Luca's cot is against your back.

And you have one hell of a hangover when you wake up the next morning, coiled in Luca's arms.