Vicious
Level 25
25 × 5 = 125
Human Bonus: 4+4+4+6
in Str, Spd, Vit, M.A.
Strength: 17 + 4 =
21
Speed: 37 + 4 = 41 × 2 =
82
-Reaction: 41
-Movement: 41
Vitality: 31 + 4 = 35 × 2 = 70
-Stamina: 41
-Durability: 29
Martial Arts: 30 + 6 = 36 × 2 = 72
-Gunslinging: 42
-Brawling: 30
Julia
Level 22
22 × 5 = 110
Human Bonus: 4+4+4+6
in Str, Spd, Vit, M.A.
Strength: 17 + 4 =
21
Speed: 37 + 4 = 41 × 2 =
82
-Reaction: 41
-Movement: 41
Vitality: 31 + 4 = 35 × 2 = 70
-Stamina: 41
-Durability: 29
Martial Arts: 15 + 6 = 21 × 2 = 42
-sniping: 42
Gren
Level 22
22 × 5 = 110
Human Bonus: 4+4+4+6
in Str, Spd, Vit, M.A.
Strength: 17 + 4 =
21
Speed: 37 + 4 = 41 × 2 =
82
-Reaction: 41
-Movement: 41
Vitality: 31 + 4 = 35 × 2 = 70
-Stamina: 29
-Durability: 41
Martial Arts: 15 + 6 = 21 × 2 = 42
-Gunslinging: 42
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Narration
"Talking"
Thoughts
Action
Part One: Vicious
The solitude of the desert gave him time to his own thoughts and didn't mind what he did whenever he decided to do it. He'd come in some time ago and put a stake on some land just beyond the hills. He intended to mining for gold later on but found himself straying away from that path and just minding his own business because the nightmares kept him from functioning properly.
Occasionally he rode into town for supplies, mail, and a drink. The bar he liked to stop by was located near the edge, often ignored because the liquor was weak, the food was bad, but the people that stopped there had nice tales to tell. He suspected it was used as a cover for Something Else, but he didn't care to find out what, when or who. He just wanted to sit and enjoy his drink and listen for the sound of his name leaving any traveler's lips.
The night was young, and the dusty streets were full of revelers. Drunken cowboys, rambunctious women, and animals waiting for their riders lined the wooden sidewalks. There was a fight at the corner of the street that had Sheriff walking over to investigate, his deputy trailing behind him with a terrified expression.
The bar wasn't lively as usual, today, some cowboys getting rowdy at the gambling tables. The smell of smoke was extremely pungent, and the two bartenders were scrambling from wall to counter to serve drinks.
It was not unusual for such activity, and he hesitated on whether or not to continue in. But the bartender who always wore a very low hanging hat that obscured his eyes gestured at him from the empty end of the bar with his usual drink in hand, and so he felt he had no choice but to go enjoy it. He set down.
"It's terribly busy because Sheriff again killed few, last night," Bartender explained hastily. "Also some thieves. Wiped banks clean and set fire to everything else."
It made him only slightly uncomfortable. This town is too poor to have a large sum, so it seems out of frustrations those thieves burn down the entire bank. He was not surprised. Indeed, his only wonder was that he had not already been mixed up in this case, which was the one topic of conversation through the length and breadth of Banaro. But Vicious relaxed at the counter and watched the mirrors behind the bar, seeing four men at a poker table accuse each other of cheating, guns being drawn.
Occasionally he'd meet his own eyes in the reflection, wide brim hat pulled down low, He was a tall man, standing over most of the men in town, and while wiry, he wore multiple layers of clothes that covered nearly every inch of him, including half-fingered gloves.
Gunfire erupted, bullets splintering the wall around him, but he knew he wasn't in any danger. Men screamed and hollered, throwing chairs, and soon most of them were fighting over dropped money, drinks and whatever else had displeased them.
Bar door opened a woman walked over to Vicious and got herself seated beside him on the stool. Julia stamped her foot, her brown eyes flashing defiant anger upon watching those drunken men fighting over money.
"What brings you here Vicious?" she said with a beautifully slow smile and an irritatingly animated expression. "Everyone's having fun out there, and you're the only one in the corner, keeping to himself as always."
She was a striking-looking woman, a little short and thick for symmetry, but with a beautiful olive complexion, large, dark brown eyes, and a wealth of deep brown hair.
"My dear Julia, this is a time for observation, not for action. We are wandering in a poor town. It's no use for us to engage in such activity."
"That is exactly not what I expected," she said, with something appealing in her voice and expression.
Again someone entered inside the bar, it was tall man, probably tall as Vicious, he walked slowly from step to step and shooting keen glances to right and left, the fight that erupted while ago has already stopped. He glanced over Vicious and Julia as he walked over them and got himself seated beside Julia. His bones ached as he sat down in his chair. He peeled off his jacket and tossed it onto the empty chair next to him before turning to look at Vicious.
"Afternoon, Vicious," Sheriff said, pulling his cigar from his mouth and surveying the property with a suspicious look. "You live so far away from town. It's a rare moment in time when we finally meet formally."
Seeing he wasn't going to get a reply, Sherrif shifted his gaze to the bartender. "Vodka please" He looked at Vicious with a last long, questioning gaze, and then taking a sip from his Vodka that bartender just has served him. "Maybe it's a good thing you live so far away."
Julia looked at Sheriff with a quick, questioning smile. "Why do you say that?" she asked.
"Some people are not kind as always they seem. I certainly think I do not need to tell this to Mr. Vicious but maybe outlaws had laid their eyes on you. Beware of them."
"Shh!" Julia said, clutching her hair with both hands.
"I see no reason why anyone wants to kill me. I'm not associated with anybody in this town," said Vicious, putting his hand against the table.
"Anybody that you know, anybody from your past, looking to cause you trouble?" Asked Sheriff.
"No" He answered truthfully.
"If there is anything you want to know, please, let us know," Sheriff then said, as he gulped his drink in one go, grabbed his jacket before leaving the bar.
"They're up to something again. I hate these people." Coldly muttering, Julia stared at Vicious with sharp eyes, before continuing. "You should be more careful."
In her eyes, Sheriff was tantamount to a despicable enemy who had abandoned his own kind.
"To be truthful, if you can prove what you say, then I may be more careful around them."
"Since it's like that! Take that as a warning"
"Yeah, yeah!"