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Casey watches the sight unfold, completely unresponsive to it as his toothpick is settled quietly within his mouth. Getting off his horse, he ties him off on the nearest post and walks into the saloon, ignoring the human heap upon the ground. Tipping the front of his hat down a bit, he looks for a table and finds one, taking a seat. He then nonchalantly glances around, taking an account for the type of patronage within.
"It ain't done nothin'! Do you see it pullin' a gun on any of us?! Or even swingin' its arms at us?! You ever thought that maybe we just might've hit on what it's tryin' to tell us?! Think before ya shoot, partner," he tells him, pointing a finger at his own head to emphasize the word 'think'.
Casey looks to the robot curiously and then is startled by the gunshot. "What in the blazes are you doin'?!" he asks the kobold, somewhat perturbed, as his only thought is himself getting nearly shot.
Casey concentrates on the machine's words, trying to decipher them. With his toothpick moving right to left in thought, "So I'm guessin' there are some folks' 'shelters' that are in 'danger'. Not sure what to do with 'martial' though." He turns his attention to the robot, "Don't s'pose you know where we can get ya fixed up do ya? 'Cause we can try and get you fixed up if you're willin'."
Leaning upon his horse's neck as the robot walks away, Casey looks on with curiosity. "Hm." Nudging his horse, he rides at a leisurely pace to where the robot stopped. Upon reaching the walking machine, he gets off his horse and moves to stand next to the robot before scanning the area and wondering if it's looking for something specific.
"You lookin' for somethin', pardner?" he asks as he keeps his eyes on the lookout for anything of interest.
Nodding, "We ought to be able to find somebody who knows somethin' about these things."
"It's definitely tryin' to tell us somethin'. But until we can find a way to fix it, I'm thinkin' we're just beatin' a dead horse."
Shaking his head, "It's not here to kill us, fellas," he states matter of factly. "If it was, it would've already attacked. I think it's tryin' to tell us somethin'. And being the metal contraption that it is, I think it's broke. That's why it's speakin' gibberish. Don't guess one of you knows how to fix it, do you?" he asks.
Sitting on the back of his horse, staring at the metal man with a look of no concern as his toothpick sits still, "If I were a gamblin' man I'd bet on gibberish. I ain't so sure we can actually speak to it."
Casey gathers his things together and packs the majority of them on his horse, ready to move out.
Casey heads off to the saloon as well and orders a drink before finding a table to himself. He nonchalantly keeps an eye on Sprig and his meeting with Shot just for curiosity sake. Sure hope that little dragon fellow knows what he's doin', he thinks to himself before taking a drink.
Casey nods, figuring that's wise thinking. Pete comes out the meet them and says, "Well by the Gods. You brought justice to those bandits and brought back their leader! I...I reckon we could scrape together a bit more for y'all, work like that's got to be rewarded. So, what'd y'all find over there?" The drifter - staying in back of the others - hears the question but keeps to himself. Keeping the front of his hat tipped down just enough for his eyes to be shaded from the sun, he nonchalantly cuts his vision toward the others, wondering how much information they're going to share with Pete.
Casey moves over to take a look at the piece of metal. After studying it a moment, he looks up at Ralrae, "Machine huh? That don't sound good. I'd wager somebody's probably lookin' for it. Somebody that might want it a little bit more'n we do. Or maybe a lotta bit more." Turning his gaze to the open land around them, "Might wanna keep our eyes open ... especially when we sleep," he states matter of factly as he heads back with the others.
Casey looks over at the gnoll stoically before looking to the others, his toothpick giving off an air as if the cowboy's in thought. Looking back to the gnoll, he gives her a firm nod, probably the closest thing to a handshake the drifter has ever given.
Looking to the druid blankly, "Nobody's. Eatin'. Nobody," he simply repeats. He then digs through his pack and picks out a vial, handing it to him. "Here. Take this. It'll help better'n a few bandages."
Moving down to ground level, Casey checks on the tied up leader, wondering why the gnoll is tying her hands. "She's still alive. And nobody's eating no one. I'm gonna try and keep her from bleedin' out." Pulling out his healer's kit, the gunslinger goes to work. Herbs, a few bandages here and a tourniquet there, "There, that oughta do it," he says as he finishes up. "I can bring her around if need be. She might prove useful. If not, I'm willin' to bet there's a reward for bringin' her in alive," he says, raising an interested eyebrow at the idea.
Seeing his previous target fall in the pit trap, Casey reloads and takes a shot at another.
Shaking his head, "Man that was pathetic. I'm gonna have to check her sight when I get a chance," the tall fellow mutters to himself.
Seeing several bandits arrive, Casey takes note of them with a calm resolve as he loads his musket, takes aim, "I got the one on the right," and fires.
Casey moves in, heading up the steps to the top of the stockade.
His toothpick dancing animatedly between his lips as he takes note of the bandit shooting at Sprig, Casey quickly reloads and fires at him.
Nodding, "Nice shot, partner," he says to Ralrae. "But it looks like it's not slowing the rest of 'em down." He reloads his musket and takes aim, "Good. I was afraid I wasn't gonna get to shoot the rest of 'em," and fires at the one with the pistol.
Casey keeps up the attack and reloads and fires again at Crusha.
"Hm. Looks like I just got 'im last time," he comments out loud as he reloads and fires again at the large bandit.
Casey reloads his musket and takes aim again and fires at the large target.
Shaking his head at his terrible aim as his toothpick flitters around within his mouth, "Dang. I can't hit the broad side of a barn if I was standin' next to it."
Looking over at Ralrae, "You ready, partner? Two shots are always better'n one." Casey then raises his musket and takes aim. As soon as Ralrae appears ready, "Okay, we do this on three. One. Two..." He pauses a moment and cuts his eyes towards the rest of the group, making sure everyone at least appears to be ready and then says, "Three."
Attack!:
Casey looks over at the gnoll, "If I can see 'im, I can shoot 'im. 'Course, once we shoot 'im, we're gonna have a war on our hands. We gotta be ready."
Glaring towards the bandit camp, "We need to bring out the big fella. We take him down, that'll put a bit o' doubt in their mind."
As Casey makes his way up with the others, he looks up at the bandit who's given up. "Best you come on down then. We're gonna need some answers from you. And if you decide to take off, well, next time we find ya - and we will find ya - there won't be no surrendering allowed. So be smart when you come down. That's all I got. You can come on down now."
As the battle commences, "Time ta move!" Casey takes off toward the others, attempting to get in range to fire.
Sprig squints down at the others down in the canyon. His eyes weren't great on the best of nights, but the daylight was debilitating. "What are they up to down there? They capture it yet?" Casey shakes his head, "Nope. Looks like there's a handful of them raiders on top of a wall. They're fairly high up. Not sure how they're gonna get to 'em from down below. I'm thinkin' we might need to move on in and give 'em a hand. Whaddaya think, pardners?"
Casey double checks his gun to make sure it's loaded and then checks his sight thoroughly before lowering his musket. A toothpick sits calmly between his lips as he watches the others from a distance. "Ten to one this goes south quicker than a jackrabbit runnin' scared," he states plainly to no one in particular.
Nodding, "Sounds like a plan to me."
Casey hops back on his horse and follows behind the others as well.
"That'll work. Better'n this handaxe." Casey accepts the crowbar and proceeds to use that to bust open the lock instead.
Casey ponders that a moment, his toothpick rotating from one side of his mouth to the other. Shaking his head, "Can't say that I have, pardner. Gotta be careful about lookin' up to often though. Too dangerous. Anyhow, that's just the way I see it. I'm just a man just like a bird's a bird. Easy enough." In case no one can pick a lock: Casey pulls out his handaxe and chops at the lock.
"Hm. Don't suppose any o' you can work a lock can ya?" he asks, looking around at the others. "If not, I'll just have to bust it." Casey looks to the gnoll and then back up to the vulture. "It's just a bird. I figure it's probably wantin' what's in the cart or waitin' for one of us to die," he surmises, shrugging.
Casey pauses a moment and looks up. Taking a deep breath, "Maybe. Let's get this thing opened. And you, pardner," he turns to Sprig, "feel free to go on and light her up and get it over with. The sooner the better as far as I'm concerned." He then proceeds to work on the trunk.
Once the psycho is taken care of, Casey reloads his musket and then moves to inspect the wagon as well. Shaking his head, "This ain't nothin' but sick. A part of me is curious as to what's in that trunk though. But there again, we may regret openin' it. Regardless, let's take it and burn the rest of this to the ground. I ain't leavin' this for nothin'."
Shaking his head at the foolishness of the woman, the tall cowboy reloads his musket, takes aim and fires once again.
"Yep. You got that right, pardner." Casey agrees with his fellow gunslinger as he pulls out his own musket, takes aim, and fires at Bertha.
Casey narrows his eyes at the woman as he listens to what Saraon has noticed. He studies her a moment before leaning in toward the others, "Honestly, pardner, it don't matter. Keep and eye out and be ready," the gunslinger warns as leans back out. "Exactly what kind a meat we talkin' 'bout, ma'am? You hunt it yourself or you got hired hands to help you with that?" he asks as he glances around nonchalantly, wondering if this is an ambush.
"No thanks, I got my own horse. Offer's much appreciated though," he says, nodding.
Casey looks around at them all in a nonchalant way for a moment before, "Nope. Don't know any a you. I'd sure remember if I did. Name's Jayne. Casey Jayne. Now that we're all acquainted, probably best we leave now while we still got daylight burnin'," he states as a matter of fact.
Casey looks to Pete as if in thought, working the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other. Looking off into the distance as he takes a deep breath, he stares a moment before turning back to Pete. "I'm in. Any idea how many we're talkin' about in this camp?"
A slight chuckle escapes from the gunslinger. "Well that makes a whole helluva lot o' sense. You were going to rid this land of the constructs with one of yer own? That's funny." He simply shakes his head in unbelief at it all. He then looks over at the steed and rider as they speak before turning back to the guilty party and leaning in close. "In case you don't understand what those two are tellin' you, pardner, the gist of it is: you've screwed up royally and now there's gonna be hell to pay." As the toothpick dances feverishly from one side of his mouth to the other, Casey leans back out. "Sucks to be you." Turning back to the others, "Good work, people. Once this storm clears, we can get this one," he nods in the direction of the minister, "behind bars where he belongs and we can all go our merry way. Or... whatever way we wanna go. Don't necessarily have to be merry, I guess." He shrugs.
Casey follows the others into shelter, coming to a landing once secure. He looks to the prisoner through narrowed eyes. "So you're the fella that was controlling the big crab out there, huh? What in the blazes did you hope to accomplish, pardner?"
Seeing the crab construct get practically shredded by the monk and his steed, Casey - who keeps to the skies - flies over to aid Lector against the construct he's engaged with, although, it appears that this one is close to falling to pieces as well.
Casey flies back outside, takes aim at the over-sized construct and fires.
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