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Thadius speaking makes Getika jump and look over to him, "Spoke out loud thinking, answer not expecting I did. Figure it out, to what else have we? Actions past all we can tell."

"Accusations left are last resorts. Few we are with facts we do not have." Getika sighs as she squeezes Tina's hand back. She brushes back her hair and wonders about the situation while shaking her head, "Coraline talk much never has. Clara, talk much and decisive be. Tina talk sometimes, sometimes not. Myself talk when required I think it is."

The native woman looks about very confused as to what she should do.

"Voted I have not the last couple times. Voting I never wished to do. When voted wrong I was so voted no longer. Lives gone are. Heal I do, kill people I do not." Getika looks to Coraline with nothing but sadness in her eyes, "Killed with votes I have but Mafia I am not." She puts her cheek on one of the hands lying on her knees.

Getika looks to Dan, tears in her eyes as she leans against the wall and slides down it. Her hands land on her knees as her head bows and she speaks to herself, "Good Arapaho I am not. Find answers I cannot do, I cannot detective work, I cannot rely on heart. Believe in self's judgement, I cannot."

"Jin?" Getika says pleadingly not wanting the crime boss to be Dan and not wanting anything to do with crime to be Tina. She is scared, deep down afraid that those she thought were to be trusted were not and not wanting it to be true.

Getika looks up quickly, aghast that Tina has been questioned upon her truthfulness. She gasps then gulps, "Wrong you must be, Thadius! Tell me please, accusations you give wrong are!" She stands with difficulty, "My life, give I would for Tina."

Getika backs up as Hamish shows his colours, grabbing Tina and putting herself between herself in between the younger woman and the attack. When she heard the falls and Thadius hollering she looks up, shaking, eyes wet as she'd thought Duke was good and it was proven in a nasty manner. She drops to the ground, still holding Tina and whimpers on the shoe makers shoulder.

I agree with the Duke so removed the posts that went in after the count. Heck, I could be dead for all I know *shrug*

Getika moves away from the others and walks back and forth but makes sure she is nowhere near where any weapons had been. She seems to be trying to decide something and is worried but making sure she is also not close to anyone for the moment.

"Oh." Getika says about the knife bit snorts condescendingly towards whoever had wanted to blame her for the death with her own weapon, "Framed with weapons was not surprised. Easy to see weapons I have." She points to her bow and then looks down to her skirt which reached just below her knees at the point and came up past the knees at the sides. The straps to keep her weapons in place were seen with no need to try to find them, "Open I am to framing as see weapons all can. One knife hidden was and on table went it. People saw it put there and me well away from them to show and remind that innocent I am. Framing was expected. Getika is Arapaho, native suspected always are."

She looks about but watches as Clara stands shoulder to shoulder with her to make sure the woman was not trying anything tricky. It wasn't anything specific to do with Clara but at this point she trusted very few and even had her fears about her heart's feelings, "Clara I thank for bad things said. Understood it is that friends safe you would wish and stranger not trusted."

Getika's eyes snap open and she stands quickly looking at Thadius and Hamish, "Hey! Framing Getika what this is? How ... what ... why?" The woman is clearly confused about what had been said but it took her quite a bit for the words to stew in her head while she was shocked. Now she is shocked but in another manner.

Getika looks at the coin then murmurs something and looks back at Dan. She wonders what it is that has made him so active about everything now except that maybe knowing the end was near, or it seeming to be so, he was more interested in either keeping his own life or the lives of the innocent.

Then accusations turn to Dan and she looks at the man in complete confusion, "Mafia boss?" She'd been getting to like the man and he'd been just as choked up about the deaths as she and Tina were. Either that or he was one good actor. She gulps and looks about at the others wondering who was right and who was just spitting accusations to cover up their steps.

"Confused I am as to who is whom." The native says softly gulping in air as she realizes the end to someone's life would soon ensue. She breathes deeply to try and stay calm and wipes her eyes with the handkerchief Dan had given her a while ago.

Getika wonders aloud, "In Willard's writings what be? Did Willard write anything helpful?"

The native glances at Thadius wondering about the gold he shows is in Clarence's pocket and raises a brow questioningly. Tina had a good question about why he would have so much gold then whispers to the shoemaker.

[b]"Evidence needed is." Getika says as Tina moves from her. She wonders at that but says nothing as she takes a seat and waits for someone to come up with anything.

Getika shook her head a few times at the sight of her dagger in the blood brother and breathes out while trying to get her wits about herself. Then Tina comes over to her and the native looks over to the young lady before giving her a hug, "Sister." She says back and holds her tight, "Clara is right about a momma with their young but sisters are the same too. I'm scared too."

She looks to the others as they speak of no one dying then considers, "We could abstain from voting. The mafia may attack but at least then we wouldn't be the ones doing the killing."

As Thadius mentions the knife Getika feels sad considering it was hers and if she hadn't left them on the table they would not have been used.

Getika looks up in shock, "One of mine? The table they were all on!" She gets up and walks over to Thadius and looks down in shock.

Getika puts a hand on Dan's arm and gives it a rub understanding his sadness as she feels the same, fighting to try to figure this all out.

The native woman grimaces then shakes her head, "I cannot. I cannot. Myself I vote. I do not belong. There Clara: I understand."

Getika removes her vote for Clarence and votes for Getika Littlemoon.

Getika looks pained by the thought of another possible innocent being lynched but wonders just how she could have chosen another innocent out of the amount of people left. There were few enough innocents left where all the rest were mafia or something else.

"I ... I don't know what else to do." She looks to Clarence then Clara, "I ..." She shakes her head considering the two with wonder of whether to continue with her current belief or change her mind.

Getika closes her eyes and bites her lip, "I am sorry, Clarence."

Getika votes for Clarence McFadden

Getika puts a hand to her head and shakes it, "Grievance on people here I have not. Scared we all are. What to do ... I do not know."

With a sigh Getika tries to explain more to the English standards that she keeps hearing from others, "I, Getika, am a healing trainee. Care for others ... I care for others no matter who. This ... this is why I react. My life ... dedicated to lives to heal. Clara ... you are fast to accuse. Only ... you only second think that accusal when another says different. Why do you attack with so little information?"

Getika glares at Clara as the woman accuses her of being with the mafia then turns the attack to Thadius again. Her eyes narrow as she turns to sit beside Dan, back to the wall. She realizes some things about her accuser and becomes angry at the treatment of those the woman has condemned with little to no thought.

"Healer trainee I be. Death is not new to me but never am I to be the one to kill. Our words killed but Clara: your words always to kill. Reasoning there be. Fact and truth there be not. Accusations to kill whether right or not."

This time Getika does not worry about whether the person being accused would stand up for herself as Clara would and in the process was sure to accuse her once again for being an "outsider."

"Worry about people I do, to answer you. My beliefs it is. Care I do wherever one is from or whatever they are. Can same you say, Clara?"

Getika looks up as Tina sings and wipes her eyes off on her sleeve. She take a deep breath as she ends the song and looks to Duke then Dan, "Right you are Dan. We cannot always win but we can try to get rid of the infection. Gift of the heart you give us."

The native woman touches Dan's arm then gives him a heart felt hug for his kindness.

"I should'a left him alone." Getika says in a quiet voice as Dan tries to comfort her, "I ... I heal not kill. I heal not kill. I killed him by words. Words kill. Words kill. Words kill."

Getika jumps back and looks at Willard with even more shock written on her face for she had not expected anything that was now happening. Her eyes wide she backs up further while shaking her head mouthing "no" over and over again.

Her back touches a beam and she slides down it putting he forehead upon her knees with her arms resting beside her ears, her hands hanging limp as she shakes while trying not to show her reaction. The woman could handle death but this was different. The native woman had been trying to get Warren to say something as Clara did mention him not talking. She had hoped startling Warren would make him talk but it seemed to have had the opposite effect.

Was she to blame for his death? Did her mention of him being quiet and not emptying his pockets make him kill himself rather than speak up for himself? And now Warren was dead as if they had lynched him and they probably would have. She felt as if she'd forced his medication down his throat instead of him choosing the way out himself.

And now Willard was also dead. How could she continue making such bad choices which were killing innocents? How could she live with herself for being the cause of deaths instead of the instrument that could at least try to heal them? It wasn't like killing for survival. It was killing with no direction.

Now that Getika has made the comment about poking Warren and Clara thought she meant that the man may already be dead the woman decided that maybe she was right and Warren did need a little nudge.

"Fear holding still he may be." She says getting up and walking over to the man. She sits down beside him and pats his hand, "Ok are you, Warren? Talk please must you make sure all is well. Tell us ... tell us ..."

The native sits beside him with concern and starts to panic thinking maybe he had been killed. Or maybe she was making a mistake and sending another innocent off to die. Maybe they were but what they had ... Getika shook worrying about the situation. Her nerves took over and she closed her eyes feeling bile at the back of her throat as well as if she were about to vomit.

Dark brown eyes suddenly opened and she slapped herself to get herself to calm down. Deep breaths then the eyes became hardened only so she could force herself to calm. Finally her eyes soften and she starts to look at Warren to make sure he was alive.

I'm going out so I won't see much of what happens after this until I get home so please do as you will with the results and if he is dead Getika will react by backing up then slamming a hand on the table. She will be too upset to say anything about it. If not then we will see what happens afterwards.

Oh goodie I'm starting a panic!!! *dancy dancy dancy dance*

Getika sits down and looks at the candy she has taken, twirling it about between her fingers as she listens. She looks to Tina and puts an arm around her shoulders, "Quiet is part of reason. Warren engaged no other requests. Poke him maybe someone should?"

"Important listening is. Faith and trust in being open. Other reasons to use must be now. If flirting was meant I'd say frisking needed."

Getika takes a piece of candy and holds it, "Thanks be giving. Clarence stubborn is. Warren trust for is lost. If scared maybe speak he will. If guilty speak not."

Getika votes for Warren Enzroth unless he speaks on his own behalf.

Getika looks Clarence in the eye as Clara speaks to him and hears Geoffrey just after that. She grimaces at the reaction, "Clara right is. Sharing is goodwill. Goodwill shows nothing to hide do you have. Avoiding or ignoring means hiding items or stubborn person. Mayhaps stubborn you are?"

"Warren?" Getika looks back at the man and sighs, "Forgot about him I did. It is Warren, Clarence and Duke emptying pockets have not. Mister Warren is most quiet."

ROFLMAO

"Thank you." Getika says as her eyes lower in thanks then she sits beside Tina and sighs, "Two left. As for eating it is good. Hard to do but necessary like mafia search. Bodies need food or brains get weak. Good thinking needed is. I shall eat and in thanks, and memory, of good people."

Getika turns and chuckles at the writer, "That can be correct. Will you show us your pens?"

The native woman nods at Hamish and does check out the weapon, "Truth is told." She says calmly and puts the weapon back upon the table, "With this truth I relinquish my last weapon. It is priceless to me as a gift from my sisters." She removes her little knife from it's soft hiding place, takes the leather band off over her neck and puts it down beside Hamish's revolver. It is a strong show of respect for this small weapon has been upon the woman day and night since it had been given to her.

"Only three are left. We do not wish to hang innocents but if truth is not shown then guesses resume. Rumour has more strength than truth if not shown."

Getika watches as Geoffrey and Caroline empty their belongings and listens to the others speak. She turns to the two and nods respectfully to them, "Thank you for showing us. Strong it is to open to others. Geoffrey," She turns towards the man, puts her hands together and bows, "Brave it is to show a weapon of distance. You are open and true." She smiles at Geoffrey showing him that she now trusts him.

The native's eyes move and she takes a breath through her nose to steady herself, "Four have not shown their selves for what they have upon their bodies. The wind blows ill for concealment."

I'm guessing that I am now in someone's sites but hey, Getika is not into hiding what she thinks lol

Getika glances at Thadius and back to the others, "I mean all who felt not to empty pockets. As for mister Hamish, more so. Mister Hamish chose from those who refused to vote. No care for facts. No care for life." She walks back to Tina's side as if to protect the other woman.

Getika almost snarls when Tina gets upset and glares at those who have upset her, "Whispers are in the wind as no bear is found. We cannot see bear and finding tracks takes time."

"Protection," Getika shakes her head after wiping her eyes with Dan's handkerchief and handing it back with a nod of thanks, "Expect this we cannot. People not commodities to do with at will. Truth eventually tells on lies but slow it is."

The arapaho walks over to Hammish and looks at his wounds to see if she can tell how old they are as she had been training as healer of her tribe, "The wounds be true and new but truth," She shakes her head, "Not all is he telling." She had heard words about metal and zero gravity while near the man and knew it was stranger than normal.

"Part truths. Not all facts. Facts will tell the path." The native woman looks about calmly at each person then notes, "Start with pockets. Not all emptied so truth can be there. Excuses tell much."

Getika laughs in delight of the two men joking around. This group could do with a little lightening up even while they try to figure out who was whom on the docket. She did enjoy a little flirting and if the white man wanted to flirt and be nice it couldn't be too bad. These men seemed nice enough to not create anything out of it.

"Depends on type of wrestling indian." She gives him a wink teasingly, "Meant it 'like that' you did. Offended I am not. Joking helps ease situations. But ... another room you wish us to go?"

The question from Tina makes Getika close her eyes and sigh, "Sisters caught in raider attack years ago. I was out training my skills. My tribe survived and few killed. Bad luck." She opens her eyes trying not to cry about the memory and failing as the tears came down her face. She wiped them off with the back of her arm and took a deep breath, "If little Wolfswift would like little sister to be ... I would like that." She puts a hand on Tina's shoulder then looks to Dan.

"Long way and was waiting on the cousins selling." Getika says quietly then listens to the talk amoung Clarence, Clara and Thadius. She watches Thadius set his instrument down and smirks.

"Violent woman's not so different from a violent man, except expectations." She looks to Thadius, "The far-seer may be a wish for future. Enjoy stars for you."

"All get overwhelmed. Even those seem underwhelmed lose it some time." Getika smiles as she sits down not looking unconcerned about her knives on the other table but she is keeping her attention partially on them, "I had two sisters."

Her eyes lift as she considers what the others have said, "Targeted we all are. Mafia included as we look for them. Clues here, are there? Mayhaps we all tell we are who?"

She stands and points to herself, "Getika Littlemoon. Arapahoo from north of here. In town trading mustangs and shop."

Getika walks over to Tina and puts a hand on her shoulder, looking down with a sad smile, "Worry not about the thimble, little sister." She says soothingly while using the comment to mean she thinks well of the lady she was speaking to, "My items are more true to killing. Yours have no nevermind. Even the thimble."

The woman glances at Dan while putting her small knife back into place in her bodice and winks at him to see what reaction she would get from that. He certainly was a normal man of any nationality.

Watching this death was difficult for the native as it seemed more like a lynch mob than any carefully deliberated jury of peers. Even though her people were accused of being savages she found this much more savage than any recriminations within her tribe.

She closes her eyes but they shoot open as the shot rings out and she looks on in surprise.

"That was not ..."

Getika shook her head not thinking of anything else to say when Jin talks about emptying pockets. A dark brow rises as she looks down at herself and her clothing. Her weapons were all openly worn. A bow at her side with the arrows, a hunting knife strapped to her lower right leg and ... oh there were a couple of items.

She took out her breast knife, a little knife in a sheath which fit nicely within her cleavage and a pouch of herbs as well as one with what looked like a pipe and marbles, "All that is mine you see. She says as she puts her pouches on the table, "Medicine and hunting weapons are what I carry." She had left most of her gear in a tent outside of the town with her extended family.

Getika smiles at Tina then chuckles lightly and good heartedly, "You speak like true Arapaho. I thought of same thing. True I have not been to shop. Does shoe maker make moccasins?"

She looks to Dan and nods, "We have a song, sweet as rain.

We circle around, we circle around
The boundaries of the sky"

Her song is sung with a voice that mimics the movement of the wind and wisps in and out with an enchanting tune. When she finishes the song she looks back to Tina, awaiting her answer about moccasins.

Getika shrugs and responds to those who have gone against people who refused to choose, especially Dan Haworth as she looks directly at him with dark, uncompromising eyes then to Thadius Lumpshire, "Being called what I am not, this I am used to. Getika can have blood on hands yet when shoot a killer bear I track, shoot right bear."

"Tea is nice." She answers the other lady calmly.

Getika snorts and looks about, "When hunting criminals a person then can shoot at the first person they see on the street?" She pushes herself from the column and shakes her head, "Doing such does not stop the true culprit from crime again."

The native woman goes to a stool and sits on it calmly, "Killing just to kill right it is not. Less of innocent gives criminal more time."

"Point well taken our criminal could very well be a lady, though the term would be applied in the least restrictive manner."

Getika nods slowly to the man and watches him for a moment before going back to listening to the conversation. This would soon become a tense situation as everyone wonders about everyone else. At this time it seems to be calm enough but people who are in fear react more negatively over time.

"Aye, so who do we string up...." the baker pauses looking melancholy to the others; "That's if we have to string up anyone at all, those of us who'd know 'bout detectorising... Well I'm sure they haven't had time to work out which of us is a vile thug."

"Too early to tell who is who yet. Criminal finding time it takes."

The native listens and wonders who would be the first to be strung up. She has no clue as of yet as to who was the culprit or culprits in this situation.

Getika waves her vote under the base of not having enough information as of yet.

Standing in the shadows, leaning against a pillar within the town hall, Getika Littlemoon has stood listening to all the rest with half an ear but keeping watch on the writing going on in Willard Wainwright's notebook. This was not the place to make herself noticed and if anything they may be setting to string her up as she was not a regular town person as far as anyone else knew.

There was more going on in this room than some knew and the native was not about to get into the middle of any argument but then hears something which amuses her.

"Thugs they be what they wish. If they want seen to be, seen they shall be. If not then seen they are not. The fairer sex may know more than the likes of you. Then maybe not. Depends. Maybe you look where danger is not. Ignore where danger is thinking it not there."

Her deep chocolate eyes are fixed at the wall where she can seem to be ignoring everything when she can see movement from the sides of her eyes and is positioned where no one can get behind her. This would not be the first time a native had their throat slit for not being "too careful."

As promised I will be playing too :)