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WINTERFES 2024 -> Quid Pro Snow -> @beforemeteor

"Hey now- watch it ya varmints-" he reaches up and snatches one of his various medals from one of the pixies, jumping up and grabbing it from their grasp while trying to shove off a few more tugging at his arm.

"Dang nabbit, you ain't forkin' listenin'!" A teen seems to be watching his interaction with interest, making him stay his gun in its holster.

"'ey, shortstuff, ain'tcha ever been taught t'respect yer elders?" The feather is quite literally stolen out of his cap, with the hat itself taken by two other pixies. "Don'tchu little ash-voles make me shootcha!"

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☆★ BOOTHILL — HONKAI STAR RAIL 2.6 ★☆

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Meanwhile in The Land of Burnt Umber... -> @railheist

He enjoyed Umber best, even if he had admittedly not spent as much time there the last time he was 'round these parts. Didn't quite feel like home, but nowhere in the universe could feel like home to the Galaxy Ranger.

Nothing could compare, but this one at least fit his aesthetic, even if the rolling fields were dunes.

And, more importantly, he could do some work without worrying about law enforcement. "Well, shirtbag, any last words?"

"Yeah. Fuck off!" The spray of bullets came from the overturned caravan, and the bandit had a much more deadly weapon than he did. With a hup he jumped over a nearby rock, spying someone wearing his same fashion who'd decided to hole up back there.

"Well, son of a bench - you some kind bandit or you plannin' t'help me take 'em out?"

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WINTERFES 2024 -> Nom Ranching -> @heart2nd

"Well ain't these forkin' critters somethin' cute." He picks up one of the candied critters and gives it a little squeeze, causing the marshmellow to squeak in response. "But they seems like they're causin' a bit of a ruckus." Leaning against the fence of the set-up, people seem to be running around after them.

A girl was standing by him, looking at the chaos, and he reaches over and hands her one of them.

"Seems like they can use some help, eh, girlie?" Pulling out the BB gun in his holster, he aims it at the group attacking passing tourists. "Git ready."

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;; YEEHAW here's an uncapped rp ad for Boothill some may be winterfes themed some may not be we ride fast and loose

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I guess bullets taste good

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reapplying as Boothill from Honkai Star Rail! His application can be found under /app or the More button and Application

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Boothill!

You will be housed in HOUSE 101!

You’ll retain everything you were given in your previous stay. – ⋆ diadem.

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"Yer pardner? Well, buckle my shoe, ain't never seen a pardner lookin' like this. But friends come in all shapes an' sizes." He squints at the thing again before plopping it back on the girl's shoulder.

"I dingdongdarn'd ain't the kinda guy to go and get someone else's pardner. Whatcher names?"

"Wh- hey, wait! That's my partner!"

"AAAAH!! Let me go!" The gelatinous hamster-esque form of Aiba wriggles in this stranger's grasp. "Mizuki, I would like to go back into your eye socket now! It's safe and secure in there!"

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"WHOA! Hey lookit that varmint. Watchit kiddo-" He reaches out and snatches the...Thing...off the girl's shoulder. "Well, shoot, lookit this thing."

"What in the- It's some kinda...Rodent?"

"You've been out of your socket for three hours now. Can't you get back in already?"

"Your shoulder is much more comfortable, though. And besides, a girl has to stretch her legs every once in a while."

"You don't even have legs, just feet!"

Not the strangest conversation to have taken place outside an electronics store...

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i don’t want to be the bigger person.  i want to punch them in the fucking face. 

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"Ain't no trick, kid. Jus' the luck'o'the'draw." Keeping his hand on his bolster, he grins at the kid, sharp teeth on display. "All skill - tried an' true and able to be learned." Flipping the gun out of his holster, he hands it to the kid by the handle.

"Ya wanna learn? S'just a BB gun. Good fer beginners."

"Whoaaaaaaaa," Oliver must have done something great to have someone as great as this guy coming in to save him! Oliver's eyes widen and he looks at this man in awe, "THAT WAS SUPER COOL!" He had fought tooth and nail for this prize with no luck and for someone to have gotten it in ONE go?! Truly powerful!

"YEAH! I really worked super hard, y'know!" He huffs out a puff of air. "hey, did you use any trick? How do I get as good as you?"

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"Well, so long as yer not goin' 'round pretendin' t'be one." He flicks his hat, getting a better look at her - Acheron, he's pretty sure.

"Then I ain't got a bone t'pick with ya." Not that she ended up being anyone particularly bad, but he's run into enough 'not particularly bad' sons-o-benches to be wary.

And, well, huntin' her down had definitely been an adventure worth doin'.

"Supposin' I've been brought here t'deal with those forkin' shirtbags myself. Considerin' I've been huntin' 'em down even longer than I've been huntin' Ranger Impersonators."

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🗲 "You..." Acheron bore no ill will against the Galaxy Rangers and understood why this one in particular had approached her with ire at first. But she wasn't certain about whether or not he remembered her after Penacony's sweet dream had finally come to an end.

"So more individuals from our cosmos have been brought into this city, then? I've largely only encountered people from the IPC. This is the first time I've bumped into a Galaxy Ranger."

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"Well fork me, ain't that interestin'." Tipping his hat back, his sharp grin matches the warriors own, a challenge pretty clearly accepted at a future time, given he was considerin' himself 'on the clock', as it were. A fight club - he'd heard about these kind of establishments. Easy money, but then that money would probably have to be spent on repairs.

Time, too. And findin' all the right tiny screws to keep this forkin' body of his together.

"'Pologies fer mistakin' yer joint here fer a place o' my business. Usually a guy can have a malt an' pick up some work in the process. Find some shirtbags who need some justice brought to 'em." Or someone who could lead him where he was going.

But here he was pretty directionless, spending half his time in Fibonacci so he could at least pretend like he was doin' some kinda official work.

Turning to the bartender he'd scared, he taps his metal finger on the counter. "Hey there bud, can I get some malt juice. Finest ya got. Courtesy o' yer boss here."

it warrants a twitch, then a following rise: a single ear directed towards this new face. a voice smooth yet rough, carried as though its spoken through a filter of some kind. the sound and the words spoken only help in nurturing a growing interest.

oh, if not for his piqued curiosity and the eye-full of candy he was getting, dar'khol might have almost spat out a laugh. muddlefudger? shirtbag? what in hydaelyn's name were those.

"oh, no need to worry 'bout that. should a guy like yourself try anythin'," there's a brief pause as dar'khol let himself lean in, a crooked grin growing under a sparkling gaze while a hand waved to assure the barkeep they could settle again, "...i'd be more than happy to step in myself."

but, seeing as nothing had yet to happen, the warrior is letting himself settle back with a laugh. this guest in question is given a proper look over, the miqo'te's head eventually tilting. "now," he began again, "ya wanna go mentionin' conductin' buisness and bounties, but that ain't the kinda joint run here. it's a place of entertainment, not a full on aventurer's tavern."

tail gives a playful flick behind him, eyes wandering over the entirety of the club. "but, if it's a drink or a fight ya want, i can provide that. a bounty, though? who's to say i wouldn't beat ya to the punch?" it was an idea, though, wasn't it.

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"Now, leniency ain't one o' my strong suits," he flicks his hat, not recognizing his 'roommate' at all, given the fact that he hadn't been to this 'home' that was allegedly his.

So, he stands, hand on his holster as he observes the dang person beggin' for their life. Son of a nice lady, that seemed to be the way'uh things. Justice wasn't gonna wait, though it also wasn't free.

"Well fork me, yer jus' beggin' fer help at this point. Fine."

"Here's hopin' ya got the coin to pay fer my services, an' that these fudgeheads don't remember yer lack 'o face. Speakin' of-" Footsteps sounded as two guys rounded the corner, looking at their knocked out opponent.

"Look lively now - this ain't over."

It's the life of someone who unfortunately had to be dressed this way. If anything the Doctor was just simply standing there, minding her own business! She didn't do anything outrageous this time. Was asking for directions would cause this much trouble?

"Suspicious? Me? Actually, I do suppose you are right. I guess my appearance set them off as somebody to mug… or someone trouble some. I hadn't been able to say anything!" Her mask soon displays a emoticon expressing a grimace, then a pout.

"Oh. Okay, you do have a right to be suspicious of me. I only maybe looked at them the wrong way! Or something like that." Hands were raised up in protest, that's all she could do. The Doctor was just a frail person, anyways. "Sir, be lenient on me, I didn't do anything wrong. I took a wrong direction, and I needed directions. But apparently doing that was probably a bad idea!"

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;; yee and haw - here's a spiralefes starter call, calling at 4 with castmates exempt

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WHEN I DIE I MAY NOT GO TO HEAVEN I DON'T KNOW IF THEY LET COWBOYS IN