[ harrowhark. you were asleep, weren't you? when you startle awake, the world around you is very, very dark.
you can hear muffled noises. the occasional clink of metal, of glass - people friendly and chatting, the sound of something being wiped down. all in all, your surroundings seem fairly normal, at the moment... at least by sound.
you realize that you've got something covering your face, though it doesn't feel like a bag or anything. you're sitting down. you know that much. right now, you know... this place is familiar to you, somehow, whatever it is.
what do you want to do? stay the way you are, vision obscured, and try to figure out where you are through your other senses? or perhaps try to figure out what's covering your face...? ]
[she wakes and takes a deep breath. her heart is pounding in panic, disorientation and fear, but she forces herself into a settled calm. she's somewhere familiar, and something is covering her face.
she will try to focus on the sound first, listen to the chatting and try to get her bearings. and as she does this, she'll reach up and carefully, casually, try to touch the thing on her face to see what it is.]
the brim of a hat...? weird. she recognizes this hat, though, the more that she's holding onto it. maybe she normally wears it somewhere that isn't on her face. ]
[ the moment harrow pulls the hat off of her face, she realizes where she is.
the hat is, of course... her beloved hat. and harrow is sitting on a barrel shaped seat in the middle of a place she knows very, very well.
why, it's Bonedigger Saloon, of course.
you - of course. you remember, now. you know that you’ve been livin in this rootin’ tootin’ town of Whole Ass for too long, because your name’s gotten really famous around here. you find yourself armed with your trusty pistol, your spurs, and not much else as you sit on your seat, but hey, what else is new. the saloon's a little dingy, but you bide your time here real good, and often. you can see there's a mirror just out of the line of your sight behind the bar, and a wall of liquor bottles just beside it, as well as the bartender, a man with dark hair pulled into a ponytail, sporting a monocle, who gives you a nod.
the other patrons of the place seem to just be hanging out - some are playing cards. others are smoking. they just seem to be enjoying their lives. in a back corner, two girls keep whispering and pointing at you and then talking to each other.
a hot, dusty wind blows through the saloon, rattling the doors. this is familiar to you. this is your life. this is where you've always been.
[suddenly being immersed in a very strange au is actually something harrow has experienced before, and she adjusts quickly. she places her hat on her head and corrects the angle, and affixes the bartender with a scowl.
it isn't like her to lose focus like this. she did not become famous here in Whole Ass by portraying weakness. though she does not care for the taste of alcohol, for appearances sake she will order, while attempting to listen to the sound of the girls whispering in the background.]
Good evening. I will take the usual. Have those patrons been here long?
the bartender has sort of a smug aura to him, but, that's fine. you've known him since you moved here, and despite all of his... general... him-ness, you don't mind his company. he laughs, and says in his smooth, fine-wine voice, weirdly out of place for this saloon: ]
Has anyone ever told you you need to lay off the lemon water? [ but they go to make her the drink anyway, and slide it across the bartop to her hands. ] Hi to you too.
You're going to have to be a bit more specific on the patrons. Not like we get many visitors around here.
[ the girls seem like they haven't noticed. you might hear - it's her, every now and then, in hushed whispers and giggles, as they shush each other. ]
Yes, Harrow. You've got it. They wish to challenge you. [ a beat. ] Do you shoot all of your potential romantic prospects in the foot literally or just metaphorically?
[ gu yun returns to cleaning his glass, snickering. rude. the girls giggle a little further- one hides her face behind a feather fan. ]
[god. her ears go red, but she scowls at the bartender and downs her lemon water in one gulp, and then will wander over to confront these people herself.]
[ she may hear gu yun's low, singsong "good luck!" after she gets up. terrible.
the girls! ah. both of them blush further when they're spoken to. one of them is a lovely brunette, the other a blonde. ]
Ah, it's just - [ the brunette starts. ] I can't believe you're real. I've heard all these stories about you, and now, here you are! The Grim Reaper herself...
[ the blonde giggles and whispers - Do you think she'd sign my bosom if I asked? Wow. ]
[she is unmoved by these attractive fawning girls. probably she has a sexy rival somewhere that she's pining after but acknowledges the attraction only through anger and respect for their gunslinging prowess. that sounds more likely.]
[ she might hear gu yun mutter "your saloon" from behind her?
the girls both sigh, again. ] Yeah, she's got showmanship and technique. [ says the brunette.
the blonde girl pouts. for a moment, she looks - familiar? she looks familiar, to harrow. pointy eared. it only lasts a second. ] You were the one who came over to be mean. We're just drinking...
anyway, the brunette one sighs and holds up her hands. ] Fine, fine. Marquiiiis.
[ gu yun, at the bar, waves a hand. the girls drop some gold pieces on the table; the blonde one says, ] We're gonna tell her about this, and she's gonna be mad.
[ the brunette huffs, and tells her friend to leave, and the girls storm out. mad. nice.
the other patrons watch, for a long, silent moment but harrow has effectively threatened the ladies out! gu yun whistles behind her. ]
Nothing, I'm just really impressed with how you handled that situation.
[ Uh huh. ] That's not the first time we've had a few of the 'double G' girls out and about. Maybe they weren't quite won over by her, yet. Might've had a chance.
Who, Double G? [ gu yun gives her a bit of a look. ] Of course she has. You're the one who started a whole thing against her. She's been out for your blood for weeks.
Then again, she's been trying to take over the whole town as her turf, so, I guess that's not all that surprising.
I don't think you're going to scare her off that easily.
[ he sounds amused, resuming to cleaning his glass. ]
Well, she lives in the canyon. You could go to her, but there's no guarantee she's even there.
... On the other hand, I suppose you could make a ruckus to draw her attention. Take the dramatic route. I'm sure the ladies that were in here before ran off to go cry to her about it.
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you can hear muffled noises. the occasional clink of metal, of glass - people friendly and chatting, the sound of something being wiped down. all in all, your surroundings seem fairly normal, at the moment... at least by sound.
you realize that you've got something covering your face, though it doesn't feel like a bag or anything. you're sitting down. you know that much. right now, you know... this place is familiar to you, somehow, whatever it is.
what do you want to do? stay the way you are, vision obscured, and try to figure out where you are through your other senses? or perhaps try to figure out what's covering your face...? ]
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she will try to focus on the sound first, listen to the chatting and try to get her bearings. and as she does this, she'll reach up and carefully, casually, try to touch the thing on her face to see what it is.]
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the brim of a hat...? weird. she recognizes this hat, though, the more that she's holding onto it. maybe she normally wears it somewhere that isn't on her face. ]
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the hat is, of course... her beloved hat. and harrow is sitting on a barrel shaped seat in the middle of a place she knows very, very well.
why, it's Bonedigger Saloon, of course.
you - of course. you remember, now. you know that you’ve been livin in this rootin’ tootin’ town of Whole Ass for too long, because your name’s gotten really famous around here. you find yourself armed with your trusty pistol, your spurs, and not much else as you sit on your seat, but hey, what else is new. the saloon's a little dingy, but you bide your time here real good, and often. you can see there's a mirror just out of the line of your sight behind the bar, and a wall of liquor bottles just beside it, as well as the bartender, a man with dark hair pulled into a ponytail, sporting a monocle, who gives you a nod.
the other patrons of the place seem to just be hanging out - some are playing cards. others are smoking. they just seem to be enjoying their lives. in a back corner, two girls keep whispering and pointing at you and then talking to each other.
a hot, dusty wind blows through the saloon, rattling the doors. this is familiar to you. this is your life. this is where you've always been.
what do you want to do... pardner? ]
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it isn't like her to lose focus like this. she did not become famous here in Whole Ass by portraying weakness. though she does not care for the taste of alcohol, for appearances sake she will order, while attempting to listen to the sound of the girls whispering in the background.]
Good evening. I will take the usual. Have those patrons been here long?
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the bartender has sort of a smug aura to him, but, that's fine. you've known him since you moved here, and despite all of his... general... him-ness, you don't mind his company. he laughs, and says in his smooth, fine-wine voice, weirdly out of place for this saloon: ]
Has anyone ever told you you need to lay off the lemon water? [ but they go to make her the drink anyway, and slide it across the bartop to her hands. ] Hi to you too.
You're going to have to be a bit more specific on the patrons. Not like we get many visitors around here.
[ the girls seem like they haven't noticed. you might hear - it's her, every now and then, in hushed whispers and giggles, as they shush each other. ]
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she nods her head subtly in their direction, and speaks quietly.]
Them. The ones whispering. I have noticed they have their eyes on me, and I suspect a threat.
I will keep the fighting out of this establishment, of course.
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anyway. the bartender, who you know now is named gu yun, looks across the bar at them, and then back at harrow. ]
...Harrow. Seriously?
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[yeah she's serious.]
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[ gu yun returns to cleaning his glass, snickering. rude. the girls giggle a little further- one hides her face behind a feather fan. ]
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What's so amusing, precisely?
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the girls! ah. both of them blush further when they're spoken to. one of them is a lovely brunette, the other a blonde. ]
Ah, it's just - [ the brunette starts. ] I can't believe you're real. I've heard all these stories about you, and now, here you are! The Grim Reaper herself...
[ the blonde giggles and whispers - Do you think she'd sign my bosom if I asked? Wow. ]
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[she is unmoved by these attractive fawning girls. probably she has a sexy rival somewhere that she's pining after but acknowledges the attraction only through anger and respect for their gunslinging prowess. that sounds more likely.]
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See, I told you. That's why Double G's the best.
[ the blonde one nods, fanning herself. ] True... It's not like there's ever enough room in this town for two of them...
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Typical. You care only for showmanship, not technique. I will ask you to leave my saloon. I don't tolerate disrespect here.
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the girls both sigh, again. ] Yeah, she's got showmanship and technique. [ says the brunette.
the blonde girl pouts. for a moment, she looks - familiar? she looks familiar, to harrow. pointy eared. it only lasts a second. ] You were the one who came over to be mean. We're just drinking...
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My saloon. You are causing a disturbance.
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anyway, the brunette one sighs and holds up her hands. ] Fine, fine. Marquiiiis.
[ gu yun, at the bar, waves a hand. the girls drop some gold pieces on the table; the blonde one says, ] We're gonna tell her about this, and she's gonna be mad.
[ the brunette huffs, and tells her friend to leave, and the girls storm out. mad. nice.
the other patrons watch, for a long, silent moment but harrow has effectively threatened the ladies out! gu yun whistles behind her. ]
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Yes? What is it?
[she drove off the milfs? so, job well done.]
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[ Uh huh. ] That's not the first time we've had a few of the 'double G' girls out and about. Maybe they weren't quite won over by her, yet. Might've had a chance.
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Then again, she's been trying to take over the whole town as her turf, so, I guess that's not all that surprising.
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I see. I thought perhaps she had finally run off. Well, it's no matter. Where might I find her, do you think?
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[ he sounds amused, resuming to cleaning his glass. ]
Well, she lives in the canyon. You could go to her, but there's no guarantee she's even there.
... On the other hand, I suppose you could make a ruckus to draw her attention. Take the dramatic route. I'm sure the ladies that were in here before ran off to go cry to her about it.
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