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ZORA SALAZAR / EPITHET ERASED

YEEHAW INCARNATE

Big Baddess immortal bounty hunting time cowgirl with a HUGE ego and an even bigger temper.

Asshole.

Chaotic Lawful. Good luck figuring out her weird moral codes! Loves a good fight but on her terms and her terms only.

A little TOO addicted to anything that'll get her an adrenaline rush, though.

Maybe has a soft side. Maybe. You might need to get shot a couple times first.

Was a wanted criminal AND a wanted terrorist back home! Can and WILL cause problems on purpose.

Please don't make her angry she can and will shoot first ask questions later.

Likes to sing! :)

((art credit: xxx ))

#chrono intro #{Zora}#((HELLO ALL nice to meet y'all!!))#((I present cowgorl :D))

rosepetalmafioso:

Her nickname for him already delighted him. She had a good sense of humor about her, and he had no issue with sarcasm. To be sarcastic you had to be witty. What he didn’t know was that she was also a good judge of character–deceit and arrogance were how one got ahead as a mobster.

“I don’t mind pet names, but if you tire of them you can call me Blood.” He grinned, resting his chin on his hand. “What luck that I find myself among so many huntresses. I suppose you could say we’re in a similar position. If you’re looking for rumors and information then I may be of some use to you… for a price of course. All depending on what you want to know.”

“I’m feeling generous tonight, so my first bit of advice is that if you’re looking for a good drink, no bar this busy is going to have the best stock. I have a few haunts in quieter parts of town that I can recommend. What this place lacks in quality it makes up for in company and intrigue.” Blood smirked, looking around the room. There were a few he could pick out of the crowd having connections to the shadier parts of town. Each gang had their own style, and once you’d start noticing the emblems on their cuff links or tattoos on their wrists you were already a target.

“Your words are like a shot in the heart, sheriff. Anyone who genuinely likes being among ‘fancy’ people is not someone I’d like to be around. I do it for work, that’s all. You have to look the part.” He knew his look refuted this, but he couldn’t help but feel aggravated nonetheless. Unlike her outfit, his might as well be a costume.

Well!

Looks like she struck gold tonight.

“Maybe we are, maybe we aren’t.” Zora says with a snort, taking another sip of her drink. “But Ah’ appreciate th’ offer--an’ th’ advice--all th’ same. Sure, Ah’ll take yew up on that.” Now what to ask...? She’s not quite sure if she should reveal the exact details of her profession quite yet, and...well, this was a pretty bustling bar. Maybe not the best place to discuss such matters...

“M’open t’ negotiation, though maybe nawt here. Too many eyes an’ ears, hm? An’ believe yew me, the company Ah’ tend t’ keep--well, yeah. Gotta put up with a lotta bullshit fer work, so t’ speak. Ah’ guess in mah case yew could call it more of a cultural thang then just work.” Yeah, she can give him that much. “So fair point.”

“But Ah’ ain’t no bootlicker, that’s fer damn sure. Wouldn’t catch me DEAD with a sheriff star.”

“Anyways! M’Zora. Howdy do an’ all that. Guess Ah’ had yew pegged all wrong. Lemmie buy yew a drink sometahm t’ make up for it, yeah?”

Having an informant would make things a lot easier on her finding her marks if she ever needed a point in the right direction. They guy knew what he was talking about, at least. The way his gaze flicked over to the crowd--clearly, the man has experience. That’s exactly what she’s looking for.

#{Zora}#{IC}#{RP}#{Blood 01}#rosepetalmafioso

warthogontheloose:

🎵 Hognose? “Oi! It’s Bebop, not hognose!” He’s turned his attention at her now, the last man standing. Actually, girl. The last GIRL standing. Is she a cowboy? Cowgirl?

“Help?! You?“ Well, at least she’s not afraid like the rest of these gazers. He’s giving her credit for that. And he could need a partner. A temporary one, anyway. He’s been playing fair long enough with keeping his gun out of the fight. Fists only, and all that. Maybe it’s time to turn it up a notch? “Hrm. What do yous have to offer?”

Oh, she likes the spitfire on this one! Hm!

Fortunately, her yelling had turned the big toad man’s attention from the hog to her. Big, dumb and predictable was right on the money, as he’s pretty much already raring to throw his weight in her direction.

Perfect timing.

Her lasso lashes out to snare him around his big, meaty neck, and with a strength unbefitting of her lanky frame, YANKS his balance off-center--sending him crashing into the pavement. Whatever curses he had for Zora were quickly muffled as her boot SMASHES into his head.

“Somethin’ like that!” She cheerfully says. “Biggun, isn’t he? Nawt th’ BIGGEST Ah’ve ever wrangled, though. All yers, amigo!”

#{Zora}#{IC}#{RP}#warthogontheloose #{Bebop 01}

warthogontheloose:

@sundialhuntress

🎵 After the ruckus subdues in front of the giant bridge that connects Whisperwood with WayPoint, it becomes clear that the giant toad man outclassed the slightly shorter but still huge warthog mutant. They had a quarrel over something and it escalated in a fist fight quickly.

Bebop threw the first punch, and he definitely bit off more than he could chew. But even after the severe beating, he still manages to get back on his hooves.

“ASSHOLE!” He growls but his opponent is done, already crossing the bridge. The mutant spits blood on the ground and rubs his nose. Their fight has gotten quite an audience, much to his dismay. He’s the one on the losing end, after all.

“Whatcha still gawkin’ at? Scram or I turn ya into canned food!”

Finally, something to keep her from being bored out of her skull.

Zora had been part of the initial crowd that had gathered to watch the throwdown, quietly observing the two go at it like...animals, pretty much. It wasn’t particularly strange to see something like this--back home, Epithet summons could range from literal raging bulls to towering monuments that shoot lightning at you. This wasn’t any different than two Inscribed getting into a fistfight, so to speak.

So when the smaller hog yelled at the crowd to disperse, he mostly succeeds. All except Zora, who stood right where she was even as people tried to urge her to leave.

Hm. She’s been rooting for the hog to somehow come up on top--what can she say, she likes underdogs. Hogs? Underhogs. Yeah, that’ll do.

Yeah. Yeah, why not?

“OI, HOGNOSE! Yew want some help with that?!” Tall, ugly, likes to throw his weight around--yeah, Zora was confident she could take on this toad freak. Wouldn’t even take 5 minutes.

#((zora: A HOG YEAH GIT HIM))#{Zora}#{IC}#{RP}#{Bebop 01}#warthogontheloose

rosepetalmafioso:

Techno Solar had become a familiar haunt at night, plenty of schemers skulked around the clockwork rafters after the sun set so it was convenient. Today though, Blood was just bored and looking for some kind of entertainment. He went from bar to bar just to observe the crowded tables until he found someone interesting to talk to. Maybe it was just the shared aesthetic of a big attention-grabbing hat, but he found himself drawn towards her table get to know…whatever her deal was.

Blood slipped to the other side of the table. Whether this stranger liked it or not, he invited himself to this party of one.

“Hunting for what, miss?” The man steeples his fingers together. “Judging by how forlorn you look by yourself, I’d assume you aren’t finding it here.” It was a looong way from the wild west. “Care for some company?”

Zora pauses midway through a sip, eyeing the man that had slid into the seat beside her with a confidence that betrayed...arrogance, maybe. She’s lived long enough to tell who’s got the bite to back up bark. The fancy prissy types were usually the deceitful ones--hell, she WORKED for someone that could fit that category not too long before she was plopped down in Whisperwood.

One part of her wants to tell the guy to piss off and leave her to her drink, but...well, that wouldn’t be fun, would it?

“Y’know what, Roses? Sure, knock yerself out. Ah’ got all th’ tahm in the world nao.” Zora replied, at last taking a sip from her glass. “Yeah, guess yew could say Ah’m new in town. Ain’t no better place t’ hunt than where people tend t’ gather. Loose lips and all. An’ if Ah’m gonna be stuck here, least Ah’ could do is find out where the drink’s good.”

“An’ yew? Yew off t’ some kinda ball or yew just like bein’ fancy?” Now that she got a closer look at this fella, he definitely looks like he’s off to have high tea with some important royal or something like that. Not that she had any place to speak considering her own attire, but at least she HAD a good reason. “Cuz if it’s th’ outfit that caught yer eye, yeah, it’s real. Ain’t no costume or pretend.”

Folks like her were a dying breed, she can’t even start to count the number of times people got the wrong idea about her. Usually she brushes it off, but today she wasn’t in the mood.

#((zora; ah'm a real cowboy dang it))#rosepetalmafioso #{Blood 01}#{Zora}#{IC}#{RP}

fangedblade:

Closed to @sundialhuntress — “Phoenix Mirror”

It’s done.

Finally, after all these months working her ass off to open up this place. Her own shop. She knew her master would be proud, were he not in a collapsing universe. Old man’s got too much going on now. He’ll rest easy knowing that our lineage lives on, Juno thought.

It was nice to be back in a foundry, no less. More work means more drinks with Deunan.

The door creaked. Juno’s head perks up.

A woman she’d never seen before came in. One with a cowboy hat and long brown hair. The snake like smile on her face was reminiscent of the one on Juno’s right now. She walks up to the counter, from the shadows in the back. “You look like you fan your guns,” Juno says with a smirk. “Tell me, how fast can you empty the chamber? You know, without hurting your off-hand on the hammer?” Juno looks down at the dual holster, to the revolvers hanging there. Some hand made looking knock off of some American gun, it seems. Not made for fanning. Thumbing in this case, probably. She dual wields. Makes sense. “Or damaging your pieces, in this case,” she tacks on.

It was strange, walking the streets as a tried and true mortal without the constant ticking hanging over her head. Time passed her by without a second thought, and the Phantom Drifter hasn’t quite decided if that was a good or bad thing. One thing she DID know, however, was that now she had to rely on her guns and her wits now more than ever.

That was just fine with her, though. Her Epithet didn’t define her, and she was just as capable without it. Ah’ might wanna stock up on bullets if Ah’m gonna get back into business m’self, she thought. Surely it couldn’t be ALL boring around these parts, right?

The second she stepped into this quaint little arms shop, Zora was bombarded with sly jabs and petty insults from the lady behind the counter. Cute. And funny, considering nobody really knew who she was around here. Yet.

“Y’know, hun, if ya want regulars, maybe yew should keep that pretty lil’ mouth of yers runnin’ fer yer wares instead of...small talk, hm?”

“But that’s okay--since yew noticed m’gals, Ah’ll let it slide just this once. They ain’t made fer fannin’--that’s parlor tricks, hun. What, did ya think Ah’ was one of them rodeo girls? Awww. Yer fergiven.”

“Nao then! 50 boxes of .45 caliber, thank yew very much. Unless yew got somethin’ better in that size? Just as long as Ah’ git th’ same amount. Yew got all that?”

#((Zora: aw. guess ah'll be mean!))#fangedblade #Juno 01 #{Zora}#{IC}#{RP}

@graveresemblance

“A’rite, look, seein’ as yew ain’t gittin’ this through yer thick dumb skull--th’ gals AREN’T fer sale, an’ if yew make another ‘offer’ on them, Ah’ might have t’ demonstrate--an’ none of us want that, nao, do we?”

That was quite enough for the bargainer to back the hell off, shutting their shop blinds as quickly as they could. The NERVE of some of these folks. Sure, it was nice that people were recognizing how well made Sunup and Sundown were, but would it kill them to take no as a final answer?

Maybe, she answers herself in her head. Nobody would know if you did it right.

...Nah. She doesn’t wanna make a name for herself quite yet--not until she can get the feel for this town, anyway. With a huff, she firmly tucks her poncho around her form, keeping one hand on Sunup’s handle. Crowd like this in the Farmer’s Market could be ripe with thieves. ...Or anyone paying enough attention to that little spat...

#graveresemblance #{Zora}#{IC}#{RP}#{Deunan 01}

@kazimehz

When you have all the time in the world at your fingertips, one naturally seeks to fill the seconds between with something to busy themselves with, lest one becomes mad with boredom. And though Zora no longer had the passive immortality granted to her by her Epithet, it did not erase her constant need to stimulate both mind and soul.

Fortunately, the Scrapyard was a treasure trove of spare parts and such for anything you could think of, or even things you haven’t seen before--and while Zora wasn’t at ALL a tech wiz, there were still parts she could salvage that reminded her of a time long lost--an era that she didn’t think she’d even see traces of ever again. And yet, here she is holding a perfectly preserved chamber of a Colt revolver. Definitely nostalgic and a keeper, to boot. She pays for it and starts to scavenge for other parts to perhaps build another firearm--it would be a neat side project to let herself focus on amidst the nonsense she’s found herself in--

Thud.

“Oh, shit--s’cuse me, darlin’, didn’t see ya there--” In the midst of her shuffling to a better spot, she didn’t quite see the horse girl (horse girl???) standing just beside her. Luckily, Zora didn’t do something so drastic as to fall over or anything--holy shit, that’s one FINE looking bow. “Uh, Ah’ didn’t break anythin’, did Ah’?”

#kazimehz #{Zora}#{IC}#{RP}#{Platinum 01}#tw gun mention

@rosepetalmafioso

So that’s how it ends, huh?

To say that Zora wasn’t at all happy about being pulled from home was an understatement. She never liked leaving business unfinished, and damn it, she had so much left to DO. To be told that now all of her hard work was just gone? That all that time put towards actually fighting for a cause was all in vain?

That all of her friends might have not made it out, or even know that what they were doing was all for naught?

She needs a drink.

A nice drink to settle with and...figure out what the hell she was gonna do with herself now. The familiar ticking in the back of her head had fallen silent, no longer passively keeping time as her Epithet was prone to do--which meant what, exactly? Being a Mundie might be interesting, but she could care less about her dumb powers for the moment.

The cowgirl stuck out in Techno Solar like a dirt thumb--not that she cared, either. Perhaps it was the temporal theming of Clockwork Rafters that drew her in, or perhaps she was simply in the mood to lose herself in the nightlife. Must look lonely as hell sitting like this, she thinks, as Zora swirls her choice of alcohol in her glass.

“...guess Ah’ could keep huntin’...” She murmurs to no one in particular. Or so she thought, anyway.

#tw alcohol #rosepetalmafioso #{Blood 01}#{IC}#{RP}#{Zora}

Like this for a starter from stinky cowgirl lady. Capping at 3!

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