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Ash runs to one side of the band of cowboys in an attempt to get close enough to eventually cause some damage with his spear but not getting to far from any potential cover, pulling out his bow and loosing an arrow as he runs.
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Askuwheteau grabs his bow and arrows from the barman and follows the rest of the party silently, he is not particularly looking forward to this fight and has little stock in it other then the fact that the few people that have bothered to be helpful to him are fighting. hopefully at some point in this little adventure he's able to get the information he has been looking for. at the marshals question Ash sighs and questions, "are we just planning on riding up to them or do we have some sort of plan beyond shoot them if they don't come quietly?"
listening to the british men Askuwheteau nods in agreement, "It would make sense for an outlaw to be among the walking dead they would have the intense negative emotions that would lead to them being unwilling to leave this plain. My people have many such stories."
"I'm afraid that i do not use you, fire arms, would you allow me to carry my bow or, preferably, my spear in its stead?" Askuwheteau asks, giving the parties pistols a look of diastase.
When the Erps ask for assistance Askuwheteau steps forward with a nod. "I may be able to get close enough to him without him noticing to disarm him. though i would prefer to have my weapons on my person just in case things go badly. Am I correct in believing that deputizing would allow us to do just that?"
As the conversation winds down and Claire goes to talk to Holiday Askuwhteau approaches Wyatt with a question. "You are connected to the law keepers of this area correct? And so would know of many of the, Outlaws, that would be in the area? I was hoping that you may be able to assist me in locating a man named John Wesly Harden, my traveling companions believe that he is in fact a wanted man in the White Man's territory."
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Looking around the room Askuwheteau grabs the chair he kicked earlier and swings it right into a mans face.
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Askuwheteau frowns when the man stops him from grabbing his bandana and instead pulls him to his feet, before throwing him into another fighter.
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As he reaches down to grab the mans red bandana Askuwheteau kicks a nearby chair into another mans legs
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Though Askuwheteau has been mostly quiet since entering the bar he does look up at the start of the shouting match. Noticing the bit of red around the mans neck he moves up to him and grabs whatever the red cloth is, drawing the conclusion that these men are part of the cowboy gang he lets out a low growl, then rams his head into the other man's.
"No I don't believe we ever did. Do you know who they were?"
Still mulling over what Claire told him of his father he barely registers the sheriff as he walks up though as Cornealius responds he finally looks up. "You can call me Ash, and no I don't currently have a place to stay."
I know I've been debating taking shamanism if you go blessed then i probably won't but if you don't want to then I can at least pick up some healing.
As the group comes to a stop at the end of the first day of traveling Askuwheteau approaches the rest of the party and starts a conversation for possibly the first time since any of them had known him though he seems quite hesitant about it. "I, I have a request to make of you all. The reason that I left my home to come out here in the first place was to find a man who attacked my family many years ago. I don't know very much about him as I wasn't old enough to remember any of it at the time, the only information that I have on the man is that his name was John Wesly Harden and he was in Texas near the southern edge of the Coyote Confederation around twenty years ago. I don't know where he might be now or even what he looks like, but I need to find him..." Askuwheteau pauses as he stares into the fire seeing something that has to be miles, or ages away then mutters softly, "For my sake as much as my mothers." After a few moments Askuwheteau breaks out of his reverence to look back at the party. "Anyway if you happen to know anything about the man please let me know."
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Askuwheteau quickly realizes that with his injury, and all the bullets flying around, his best course of action is probably not getting straight into melee with this creature. Instead he positions himself between the creature and the longer ranged members of the party and prepares to defend himself.
Askuwheteau's face pales at Eddy's actions and a faint whisper can be heard, "What have I done?"
Askuwheteau moves just behind the brits to act as a second barrier to anything that pops out, then responds to Cornealius. "An excellent idea but i don't think that we have the time to spare on moving back and forth. We should try the direct approach first."
"I don't think that I can make that throw. Though maybe if we just throw the creature in the middle of the room then fire up at the hole to get its attention?"
As Cornealius volunteers to enter the cave Askuwheteau steps forward as well, "No one should enter that place alone, I will accompany you."
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Looking around Askuwheteau doesn't see anything in the cave until he notices the crack in the ceiling. Turning to Cornealius, he whispers, "I don't see the creature but that crack in the ceiling is worrying me, I don't believe we should go in any further."
Askuwheteau groans slightly as he straightens up, turning to the rest of the party. "I'm afraid that I don't yet have the skills to heal myself or Eddy of our injuries. I will make do for now, though the ride back will be... unpleasant."
Askuwheteau glares at the annoying, disgusting, little thing in front of him and decides that now is the perfect time to use one of the white-man phrases he's heard sense leaving the confederation. Twirling his spear once than grabbing it in two hands Askuwheteau brings the piercing weapon down on the insect with a low growl of, "F*ck. You!"
Askuwheteau continues to growl at the undead thing in front of him and thrusts forward once more.
Askuwheteau buckles over with a gasp of pain as he takes the hit. After a split second pause a low growl can be heard from the native as he slashes out with his spear at the corpse that attacked him.
Askuwheteau looks around the clearing not really bothered by the atmosphere, all his attention is on the hunt. Askuwheteau eventually speaks in a quiet voice only to be interrupted by Eddy, "Unnatural, any benign spirits have long since fled this place." Askuwheteau visibly winces at Eddy's outburst before snapping his attention back to the clearing to see the sand moving, "Beneath us!"
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"I suggest we try following the tracks around camp first, if they prove to challenging than we can try the tracks down by the end of the train."
Askuwheteau shakes his head at the argument going on around him. Why is it that when a trained hunter makes a suggestion regarding a beast he gets ignored, but when some doe-eyed white-woman makes the same damn suggestion everyone takes it as shaman-word, I'll understand white-men. Walking over to Cornealius, Askuwheteau puts one hand on his should and gives him a dead serious look. "Cornealius once, many moons ago, my people faced a similar dilemma when a group of traders came across the remains of a bear attack. the warriors protecting them felt duty bound to protect the traders but knew that the bear posed a threat to near-by settlements. While debating over what to do the elder among the traders approached the leader of the Warriors and gave him advice that is repeated throughout my people to this day and i believe that it has an appropriate translation. Take Drugs, Kill a Bear. We must hunt the beast Cornealius."
After breakfast Askuwheteau begins looking for any sign of the creature. Finding the tracks from the night before Askuwheteau follows them just long enough to make sure the thing left then wipes away some of the tracks closer to the camp, there's no reason to scare these people more and it will just make life harder if they are.
When Askuwheteau hears Cornealious calling for peoples attention he stops playing to listen. Approaching the man after his speech he hears Miss Giles request.
Not being quite familiar enough with the white-mans language to catch Miss Giles' slip he takes it at face value, that value being very little. "You already know my belief on the subject, though after seeing those two eat i am slightly concerned about our supplies lasting. As for the creature it seems to have dragged off the bodies of the bandits as well, with the amount of food this thing is collecting it must have more of an appetite than the 'Brit' men, though it could be going into hibernation or pregnant. That would explain this need to stock up on food."
Askuwheteau gives a silent nod to Cornealius and heads out towards the engine. After hearing Biffs remark Askuwheteau heads a little ways out of camp and begins looking for drag marks like at the baggage car, while making sure to stay out of sight of whatever might be out there. "I'll look for any tracks that might have been left."
"Chasen...silent like, wake up the others. Start with Ash, can creep up like a rash on a whore, and then our own Calamity Claire and the rest. I hear something, and I don't want it to know I hear it." Askuwheteau sits up slowly as he's nudged awake and silently looks towards Chasen then Cornealius in question. "IS THERE DANGER?" Biff cries as he's tapped awake. At Biff's cry all the Native scout can do is stare open mouthed at the absolute stupidity of what he had just witnessed, as the conversation continues he starts making silent motions that look remarkably like banging his head into a rock even as he raises his spear slightly and brass it on the ground in preparation of something charging the group.
Askuwheteau offers to take whichever watch is left, though preferably one of the late night watches, then settles down with his spear by his side.
My people have long known that there are things in this world that shouldn't be here. When you see a shape in the darkness or believe that something is watching you from the shadows, you should very much be afraid Mr. Dickerson."
"Someone could not, Something however could potentially."
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Askuwheteau turns to Harold as the group prepares to head out, "I'm afraid that it is very unlikely for it to snow tonight, though the extra water would have been welcome. It is however getting close the new moon making travel tonight even less appealing." Noticing the ease that Miss Giles displays as she remounts her horse Askuwheteau can't help but comment. "Miss Giles you seem much more... composed then most white-women that I have met from you're eastern cities. I believe that most of them would have fainted at some point, your people seem to do that a lot."
"These are your people so I will follow your lead. However know that once an animal has a taste for humans it becomes more of a monster than the animal it was, it will continue to search for food and water and right now we are the best source of both. we should expect an attack at some point, possibly tonight."
Askuwheteau shakes his head at Cornealius's suggest. "I would normally agree with you however this animal, whatever it is, is obviously a meat eater and it will be hungry. It has also tasted human flesh, whatever this thing is it is a man-eater now and the group of 'civilians' is a perfect target. If this thing is at all decent at hunting it will begin to attempt to pick of the stragglers of our group and if we leave now it may follow us to town, attacking as we travel. It would be better to kill it now."
Askuwheteau is going to take a general look around first, then search the baggage, specifically for his weapons but also in general. After all that he'll take a closer look at the crate. Rolls:
At entering the car the smell of blood overwhelms Askuwheteau's senses preventing from having a proper look around but is eventually able to focus in on the luggage long enough to find his bow, arrow, and spear . After that's done he finally takes a proper look at the crate. "Yes, thank you Cornealius, I am more interested in this crate however. It seems like it was broken from the inside, and judging from the marks on the wood I believe it was some kind of animal and it was not happy. I imagine it was the cause of all this blood.
I have every intention to have the riding skill, i just don't yet.
Askuwheteau pulls up in front of the car door and takes a moment to examine the ground, nodding at Samuels assessment. "That's all I can see, I would like to find the tracks of whoever was dragging them but the tracks are not clear enough." After examining the tracks Askuwheteau also makes his way into the baggage car.
Askuwheteau pauses a beat then seems to test the name out "Ash. I have nothing against the name, It refers to both the tree and the remains of a fire yes? He turns back to Cornealius, "as for my weapon of choice I mainly use a spear and bow, I can however see the benefit of a more close range weapon like your saber."
As the others talk Askuwheteau ties two horses together with a lead line and swings his way up onto the lead horse. "We should get going if we plan to be back before night," he calls to the rest of the group.
After helping lead many of the horses back over towards the train Askuwheteau follows Miss Giles somewhat hesitantly to the dinning car. Odd, most of the white women I've come across avoid me like a youngling avoiding the medicine hut, then again this one has been overly inquisitive, I wonder what she wants.
Askuwheteau notices Richards hesitation to look Cornealius in the eye as Miss Giles asks the small group for help but doesn't know what to make of it, Hmm does he have something against the man himself? or is he avoiding him do to his connection to this countries military? This one needs watching. Coming out of his own thoughts Askuwheteau turns once more to Cornealius after Miss Giles and Harold had said their piece. "Would you mind if I continued to use your saber until I have retrieved my weapons?"
As Askuwheteau heads over to check on the horses he stops briefly to reply to Cornealius. "I do not currently have another name to go by as I haven't spent much time among you white-men..." Askuwheteau pauses for a moment as he thinks about the request, "I'm afraid that I don't know enough about white-man names to make an adequate choice, if you know of a suitable name you are free to use it. As for water and, vittles, if you mean food I may be able to find some edible shrubbery I believe are best bet for water would be what is in the train though I will look, and I would welcome any help in that regard."
At Biff's exclamation Askuwheteau pauses for a moment to wonder if the man has a death wish, than hides behind cover.
once in cover Askuwheteau takes a moment to listen for the oncoming riders.
"All I am able to hear are horses, they don't apear to be approaching us and they sound, aggravated. Perhaps they were scared by the gunfire? Either way we may be able to use them."
As he searches the bodies of the bandits Askuwheteau finds the bowie knife on the leader of the bandits, and grabs it after only kicking away the guns of the others. "Hmm not quite a 'saber' but certainly better than my knife." Askuwheteau then slides the knife into his belt and continues to search the bodies, mostly ignoring guns and ammo.
Askuwheteau takes Cornealius's suggestion to heart as he straightens up and begins looking over the bodies of the fallen bandits, stabbing any that still draw breath in order to end their suffering. Whenever Askuwheteau ends the life of one of the bandits you might hear him say under his breath, "May you find peace with your ancestors." before slowly going through their things.
everything works fine for me, clean and easy to read
Askuwheteau fades backwards after his kill and moves towards to next gunslinger ready to repeat the process.
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