A man walks into the saloon. He wears a respirator and heavy clothes, namely a slightly too large jacket with many pouches and pockets, the hood pulled up his trousers having many more pockets, these visibly filled with metal, glass and string. His eyes are the most striking part of him. Contrasting with his more neutral colored clothes, his eyes are multicolored, like a rainbow, sparkling with what can only be described as pure madness
Deadeye taps his foot twice, his spurs spinning before he looks up to them, “Well howdy there pardner, welcome to the inside of Draco. I imagine yer lookin’ fer somethin’ to drink, will whiskey do ya?”
“Whiskey would do me just fine. But I’m here for something more than that.”
“An’ would that be? We ain’t got much here, water’s scarce, an’ most can’t work other than me.” He pours him a glass of whiskey.
“That’s the thing, there ain’t no well, there’s barely any water here at all. It’s all either here er in the vault, we get our water the other way.” He says, “You ever heard of a criminal named Deadeye?”
"The hell's the other way?" he says, very confused now. "Yeah, heard of 'im. Not too much though."
“Real dangerous criminal, would rob places of their water an’ disappear into the Spellstorms. Do ya see where I’m leadin’?”
"Ahhh, hell... had I known ya'll were in a drought, I'd have just drank the whiskey."
“How about ya listen to the bartender the first time he tells ya somethin’?” He says, cackling “It ain’t nothin’, you’ll just help me get more.”
A man walks into the saloon. He wears a respirator and heavy clothes, namely a slightly too large jacket with many pouches and pockets, the hood pulled up his trousers having many more pockets, these visibly filled with metal, glass and string. His eyes are the most striking part of him. Contrasting with his more neutral colored clothes, his eyes are multicolored, like a rainbow, sparkling with what can only be described as pure madness
Deadeye taps his foot twice, his spurs spinning before he looks up to them, “Well howdy there pardner, welcome to the inside of Draco. I imagine yer lookin’ fer somethin’ to drink, will whiskey do ya?”
“Whiskey would do me just fine. But I’m here for something more than that.”
“An’ would that be? We ain’t got much here, water’s scarce, an’ most can’t work other than me.” He pours him a glass of whiskey.
“Someone who could use talents such as my own. I’m looking for a man know as Deadeye. Master criminal and one of if not the best gunslinger in the world.”
A small figure walks through the doors of the saloon, he has two massive lances strapped to his back, and a bandana- no, a bandage covering the lower portion of his face and neck. He lowers the bandage, revealing a heavily scarred face, amid which the details of a Kobold can be made out. He coughs out some sand, and raises the bandage again. He sits on one of the chairs with a plop, his lances clattering against the floors. He motions for a water, strangely enough.
A man walks into the saloon. He wears a respirator and heavy clothes, namely a slightly too large jacket with many pouches and pockets, the hood pulled up his trousers having many more pockets, these visibly filled with metal, glass and string. His eyes are the most striking part of him. Contrasting with his more neutral colored clothes, his eyes are multicolored, like a rainbow, sparkling with what can only be described as pure madness
Deadeye taps his foot twice, his spurs spinning before he looks up to them, “Well howdy there pardner, welcome to the inside of Draco. I imagine yer lookin’ fer somethin’ to drink, will whiskey do ya?”
“Whiskey would do me just fine. But I’m here for something more than that.”
“An’ would that be? We ain’t got much here, water’s scarce, an’ most can’t work other than me.” He pours him a glass of whiskey.
“Someone who could use talents such as my own. I’m looking for a man know as Deadeye. Master criminal and one of if not the best gunslinger in the world.”
He raises an eyebrow, and lowers his glasses off his face, revealing his blind eyes “I think you’ve found what yer lookin’ fer, but I don’t think you’ll find the man you’ve heard stories ‘bout.”
“That’s the thing, there ain’t no well, there’s barely any water here at all. It’s all either here er in the vault, we get our water the other way.” He says, “You ever heard of a criminal named Deadeye?”
"The hell's the other way?" he says, very confused now. "Yeah, heard of 'im. Not too much though."
“Real dangerous criminal, would rob places of their water an’ disappear into the Spellstorms. Do ya see where I’m leadin’?”
"Ahhh, hell... had I known ya'll were in a drought, I'd have just drank the whiskey."
“How about ya listen to the bartender the first time he tells ya somethin’?” He says, cackling “It ain’t nothin’, you’ll just help me get more.”
"I ain't seen action in a bit, but i'd be happy to help." he chuckles.
“Happy to hear that pardner. Things ain’t lookin’ good as of recent, so a heist is likely to happen soon enough.”
A man walks into the saloon. He wears a respirator and heavy clothes, namely a slightly too large jacket with many pouches and pockets, the hood pulled up his trousers having many more pockets, these visibly filled with metal, glass and string. His eyes are the most striking part of him. Contrasting with his more neutral colored clothes, his eyes are multicolored, like a rainbow, sparkling with what can only be described as pure madness
Deadeye taps his foot twice, his spurs spinning before he looks up to them, “Well howdy there pardner, welcome to the inside of Draco. I imagine yer lookin’ fer somethin’ to drink, will whiskey do ya?”
“Whiskey would do me just fine. But I’m here for something more than that.”
“An’ would that be? We ain’t got much here, water’s scarce, an’ most can’t work other than me.” He pours him a glass of whiskey.
“Someone who could use talents such as my own. I’m looking for a man know as Deadeye. Master criminal and one of if not the best gunslinger in the world.”
He raises an eyebrow, and lowers his glasses off his face, revealing his blind eyes “I think you’ve found what yer lookin’ fer, but I don’t think you’ll find the man you’ve heard stories ‘bout.”
His rainbow eyes begin to swirl, despite the respirator, you can tell he’s smiling “It’s a pleasure to meet ya Deadeye. Sure as hell didn’t expect ya to be blind though. How do ya even aim like that?”
*Yeehaw. Cowboys are cool, like *Google search* Billy the Kid. If I don't intro here at some point then I'm doing something wrong because this looks amazing.*
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A man walks into the saloon. He wears a respirator and heavy clothes, namely a slightly too large jacket with many pouches and pockets, the hood pulled up his trousers having many more pockets, these visibly filled with metal, glass and string. His eyes are the most striking part of him. Contrasting with his more neutral colored clothes, his eyes are multicolored, like a rainbow, sparkling with what can only be described as pure madness
Deadeye taps his foot twice, his spurs spinning before he looks up to them, “Well howdy there pardner, welcome to the inside of Draco. I imagine yer lookin’ fer somethin’ to drink, will whiskey do ya?”
“Whiskey would do me just fine. But I’m here for something more than that.”
“An’ would that be? We ain’t got much here, water’s scarce, an’ most can’t work other than me.” He pours him a glass of whiskey.
“Someone who could use talents such as my own. I’m looking for a man know as Deadeye. Master criminal and one of if not the best gunslinger in the world.”
He raises an eyebrow, and lowers his glasses off his face, revealing his blind eyes “I think you’ve found what yer lookin’ fer, but I don’t think you’ll find the man you’ve heard stories ‘bout.”
His rainbow eyes begin to swirl, despite the respirator, you can tell he’s smiling “It’s a pleasure to meet ya Deadeye. Sure as hell didn’t expect ya to be blind though. How do ya even aim like that?”
“Them some interestin’ eyes you got there pardner, sure are hard to see though.” He taps his foot a few more times, his spurs spinning again “What’s that thing them fancy folk say ‘bout magicians an’ their secrets?”
A man walks into the saloon. He wears a respirator and heavy clothes, namely a slightly too large jacket with many pouches and pockets, the hood pulled up his trousers having many more pockets, these visibly filled with metal, glass and string. His eyes are the most striking part of him. Contrasting with his more neutral colored clothes, his eyes are multicolored, like a rainbow, sparkling with what can only be described as pure madness
Deadeye taps his foot twice, his spurs spinning before he looks up to them, “Well howdy there pardner, welcome to the inside of Draco. I imagine yer lookin’ fer somethin’ to drink, will whiskey do ya?”
“Whiskey would do me just fine. But I’m here for something more than that.”
“An’ would that be? We ain’t got much here, water’s scarce, an’ most can’t work other than me.” He pours him a glass of whiskey.
“Someone who could use talents such as my own. I’m looking for a man know as Deadeye. Master criminal and one of if not the best gunslinger in the world.”
He raises an eyebrow, and lowers his glasses off his face, revealing his blind eyes “I think you’ve found what yer lookin’ fer, but I don’t think you’ll find the man you’ve heard stories ‘bout.”
His rainbow eyes begin to swirl, despite the respirator, you can tell he’s smiling “It’s a pleasure to meet ya Deadeye. Sure as hell didn’t expect ya to be blind though. How do ya even aim like that?”
“Them some interestin’ eyes you got there pardner, sure are hard to see though.” He taps his foot a few more times, his spurs spinning again “What’s that thing them fancy folk say ‘bout magicians an’ their secrets?”
“Considering I am a magician, I get it. Pretty sure I figured it out though. I’d ask you how ya knew bout my eyes, but I can tell I ain’t gonna get a straight answer.”
He cackles, rough but genuine “How do ya think I’m doin’ it then?” He says, pouring them both another whiskey “If yer right the next drink’s be free.” He says, smiling.
He cackles, rough but genuine “How do ya think I’m doin’ it then?” He says, pouring them both another whiskey “If yer right the next drink’s be free.” He says, smiling.
He drains the glass “It’s yer spurs. Or maybe just the act of tapping yer feet. Either way, when I came in, you tapped yer feet before ya looked my way. Then just now you tapped them again. Kinda like how bats echolocate Y’know? That’s my guess, so am I right?”
He cackles, rough but genuine “How do ya think I’m doin’ it then?” He says, pouring them both another whiskey “If yer right the next drink’s be free.” He says, smiling.
He drains the glass “It’s yer spurs. Or maybe just the act of tapping yer feet. Either way, when I came in, you tapped yer feet before ya looked my way. Then just now you tapped them again. Kinda like how bats echolocate Y’know? That’s my guess, so am I right?”
He cackles again, “Looks like I’m gettin’ old if my tells are that obvious.” He pours them another “It’s somethin’ like that, ain’t just my feet though. Ain’t no one expect me to be blind as a bat, less they expect me to see like one. What ya here for pardner?”
*larry the cucumber in the good, the bad, and the silly* *Can I be a stealy orphan who works for deadeye?*
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He cackles, rough but genuine “How do ya think I’m doin’ it then?” He says, pouring them both another whiskey “If yer right the next drink’s be free.” He says, smiling.
He drains the glass “It’s yer spurs. Or maybe just the act of tapping yer feet. Either way, when I came in, you tapped yer feet before ya looked my way. Then just now you tapped them again. Kinda like how bats echolocate Y’know? That’s my guess, so am I right?”
He cackles again, “Looks like I’m gettin’ old if my tells are that obvious.” He pours them another “It’s somethin’ like that, ain’t just my feet though. Ain’t no one expect me to be blind as a bat, less they expect me to see like one. What ya here for pardner?”
“Like I said.” He drains the cup again “If you really are a criminal mastermind, you need someone with skills like mine on your crew.”
He cackles, rough but genuine “How do ya think I’m doin’ it then?” He says, pouring them both another whiskey “If yer right the next drink’s be free.” He says, smiling.
He drains the glass “It’s yer spurs. Or maybe just the act of tapping yer feet. Either way, when I came in, you tapped yer feet before ya looked my way. Then just now you tapped them again. Kinda like how bats echolocate Y’know? That’s my guess, so am I right?”
He cackles again, “Looks like I’m gettin’ old if my tells are that obvious.” He pours them another “It’s somethin’ like that, ain’t just my feet though. Ain’t no one expect me to be blind as a bat, less they expect me to see like one. What ya here for pardner?”
“Like I said.” He drains the cup again “If you really are a criminal mastermind, you need someone with skills like mine on your crew.”
He chuckles, “Really? Do I now? Ain’t that a thought.” He begins cleaning the finished glass with the rag “What’s yer name, I like you an’ knowin’ yer name might just help you earn yerself a spot.”
*larry the cucumber in the good, the bad, and the silly* *Can I be a stealy orphan who works for deadeye?*
*i'm thinking harengon but is also a werebear*
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“An’ would that be? We ain’t got much here, water’s scarce, an’ most can’t work other than me.” He pours him a glass of whiskey.
“How about ya listen to the bartender the first time he tells ya somethin’?” He says, cackling “It ain’t nothin’, you’ll just help me get more.”
“Someone who could use talents such as my own. I’m looking for a man know as Deadeye. Master criminal and one of if not the best gunslinger in the world.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
A small figure walks through the doors of the saloon, he has two massive lances strapped to his back, and a bandana- no, a bandage covering the lower portion of his face and neck. He lowers the bandage, revealing a heavily scarred face, amid which the details of a Kobold can be made out. He coughs out some sand, and raises the bandage again. He sits on one of the chairs with a plop, his lances clattering against the floors. He motions for a water, strangely enough.
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He raises an eyebrow, and lowers his glasses off his face, revealing his blind eyes “I think you’ve found what yer lookin’ fer, but I don’t think you’ll find the man you’ve heard stories ‘bout.”
“Happy to hear that pardner. Things ain’t lookin’ good as of recent, so a heist is likely to happen soon enough.”
His rainbow eyes begin to swirl, despite the respirator, you can tell he’s smiling “It’s a pleasure to meet ya Deadeye. Sure as hell didn’t expect ya to be blind though. How do ya even aim like that?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*Yeehaw. Cowboys are cool, like *Google search* Billy the Kid. If I don't intro here at some point then I'm doing something wrong because this looks amazing.*
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“Them some interestin’ eyes you got there pardner, sure are hard to see though.” He taps his foot a few more times, his spurs spinning again “What’s that thing them fancy folk say ‘bout magicians an’ their secrets?”
“Considering I am a magician, I get it. Pretty sure I figured it out though. I’d ask you how ya knew bout my eyes, but I can tell I ain’t gonna get a straight answer.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*Cut for Himy*
He cackles, rough but genuine “How do ya think I’m doin’ it then?” He says, pouring them both another whiskey “If yer right the next drink’s be free.” He says, smiling.
He drains the glass “It’s yer spurs. Or maybe just the act of tapping yer feet. Either way, when I came in, you tapped yer feet before ya looked my way. Then just now you tapped them again. Kinda like how bats echolocate Y’know? That’s my guess, so am I right?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
He cackles again, “Looks like I’m gettin’ old if my tells are that obvious.” He pours them another “It’s somethin’ like that, ain’t just my feet though. Ain’t no one expect me to be blind as a bat, less they expect me to see like one. What ya here for pardner?”
*larry the cucumber in the good, the bad, and the silly*
*Can I be a stealy orphan who works for deadeye?*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“Like I said.” He drains the cup again “If you really are a criminal mastermind, you need someone with skills like mine on your crew.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
He chuckles, “Really? Do I now? Ain’t that a thought.” He begins cleaning the finished glass with the rag “What’s yer name, I like you an’ knowin’ yer name might just help you earn yerself a spot.”
*i'm thinking harengon but is also a werebear*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose