The small town of Coyote Creek it was an quiet somewhat bland town while there was nothing particular bad about there was nothing particular good about it either. It was sort of just there. The town served more as a rest spot for travelers making their way to the big city of Death Vegas. Perhaps there was a time when Coyote Creek was more, after all it was the site of a large shootout between lawmen and bandits in the times of the Wild West, but now the town was a shade of it’s perhaps once former glory cast in the shadows of the hills that surrounded it. However now the town was beginning to become a hot topic among the Hidden World as a particular individual had claimed it as his domain.
The Blue Moon Saloon perhaps the only spot within Coyote Creek that was somewhere near half decent, it once served many a famous and infamous lawmen, bandits, cattle rustlers, Pinkerton Agents, and Gunslingers. Currently the saloon was hosting one of the infamous people in the west, a young man about 25 years old wearing brown jacket with fur around the collar over a white tank top. He had on a pair of jeans held up by a leather belt with a buckle that had a bull horn design to it. He his dark black hair was shaggy and long. The strangest thing about his appearance were the small gold bull horns sticking out the side of his head. The young man was standing on bar a beer in one hand and clearly making a scene. “SO! There I was eye to eye with this bastard he had a cleaver in one hand and a crazy look in his eyes! He tells me I got to the count of 10 to give him all the money that I had on me and leave his sight.” There was a collective gasp from some of the women surrounding the story teller; some of the men spoke whispers behind their hands. “You know who that is?” “Isn’t that the infamous Lightning King?” “Yeah it is I heard he stood his ground against fifty Bounty Hunters and only left one alive to spread the word of the massive storm they had witness.” “Fifty I heard it was a hundred and fifty and also that a single punch wiped out a mountain.” “Jesus really?” As the group spoke in whispers the Lightning King continued his tale, “Now normally I would have instantly used my mastery of the storms to strike this fool with the wrath of the Lightning King! However I was feeling a bit generous this day.” A young man who appeared to be a cross between street rat and cowboy looked up at the Lightning King with a bright smile, “Wow Boss this guy sounds tough you should have let me dealt with him. Hey where was I when you fought this guy?” The Lightning King gulped a little and quickly laughed off the question, “Don’t worry about it Warren you were busy….protecting Ana and my lovely Beatrice.” Surprisingly the street savvy member of the Thunder Guard brought the complete fabrications as if it was actual fact. “Oh right I remember now.”
The Thunder Guard was the personal gang of bandits that the self-proclaim Lightning King, they were his sword and shield who defended and did battle for their leader on the drop of a hat. The members consist of Warren “Tornado” McGuiness, The fearsome Dr. Colton Steel, cheerful Ana “Bubblegum” Cooper and the lovely Beatrice “Red Temptress” Lucas. The Thunder Guard stood on either side of their powerful leader creating an imposing sight in the saloon. The Lightning King continued his story “I was out flanked! Out gunned! And out Numbered! But I was not out match. So I looked them saying 25 to 1 I like those odds. And with a clap of thunder I unleashed my mighty Thunder Demon King PUNCH! And just like that is how I single handedly defeated the Mad Dog bandits!” The crowd around the self-proclaimed Storm Slayer muttered amongst themselves about the tale and how amazing and terrifying the man before them was. The Lighting King smirked as he looked around and raise his glass, “Now how about a round of drinks for everybody on me, bar keep put it on my tab!” The whole saloon broke out into cheers until the weak and old bartender spoke up, “But sir your tab is at its limit you can’t”…BANG! The wall just next to the bar’s keep head was blown out by the mechanized Dr. Colton Steel in his destructive armor his voice as he spoke his voice was robotic and metallic. “No one ever tells our Boss no. He is the Great Lightning King, Slayer of Storms, The Electric Gunslinger with a single thought he could call down a lightning bolt to destroy this pathetic town. And we our terrifying Thunder Guard our presence alone strikes fear in the hearts of the most ruthless of people.” The Lightning King placed his hand on the cold armor shoulder of Steele, “That’s right Steel, no one can handle me I will strike down all who oppose me with the force of a 10 Million Storms! Spread the Word peasants the Great Lightning King Telsa Powell stands before you!”
As Telsa Powell was creating a name for him as the fearsome Lightning King a young female bounty hunter strangely dressed in an attire that was a cross between a witch and a cowgirl was making her way to Coyote Creek. She was Toni Sorciere “The Cat Eye Witch” she was currently a bronze star BH after the high bounties on the members of the Lightning King’s gang, mainly Beatrice Lucas who has recently been eluding her. Her small frame and lithe body caused many to under estimate her but they quickly fall victims to the circus trained bounty hunter’s powers of illusion. However she was not the only person seeking out the Lightning King and his Guard bounty hunters, mercenaries, and assassins were begin to converge on the town. They were seeking to claim the title of being the one who defeated the Lightning King. There was another individual who was heading towards Coyote Creek however he was doing it for his own reasons, riding on a silver and chrome motorcycle named Silver. A Gunslinger heading home to Death Vegas.
A smiled formed on Crows face as he heard Rin’s response, yeah there is no doubt that this is Gen’s only someone with his blood would willing be heading into the belly of a beast without a second thought. The butler’s transformation was also something that intrigue Crow, who is this guy? And what does he seem familiar? Where have I seen him before? Crow decided that if anyone was going to get to Gen without him running off it would be his own sister and he wanted to be there. Quickly catching up and passing them Crow spoke to them without missing a step, “I reckon you two might need me when it comes to tracking down your brother. And seeing as I’m a bounty hunter I may just be your best option when it comes to tracking him down quickly.” With that the Rail-gun took lead as he ran forward heading to Gen’s locations with Rin and Takamaru behind him.
Yuki held a smirk as she waited for the Mistress of Fist to make a move, her katana in on hand the tip pointing in the direction of Yuriko. However the confident smirk was hiding a certain anxiety. The martial artist had just deflected her sword with her bare fist strike, which was a feat few had accomplished. The Toragari Heiress made her move again she quickly dashed towards Yuriko making the most of her light footwork she moved side to side trying to throw her off then proceeded plant on her left leg as she twisted around. The Dancing Petal swung her blade her around using the momentum of her twist to slice at Yuriko 3 times as she proclaimed, “Toragari Ryu Style: Hana o nejiru.” The Yatagarasu Bounty Hunter wasn’t done yet she quickly maneuvered around Yuirko and brought her foot up aiming to plant it into her gut. Then Yuki jumped backwards a few feet to gain some distance however the BH caught something out of the corner of her eye. Just below her location the Last Gunslinger Crow Cemeneterio was running ahead of her towards where Gen was. Yuki’s anger began to boil as a Bounty Hunter of the Yatagarasu Branch she refused to let an American BH, especially Crow Cementerio, beat her to a target. She turned to Yuriko frustrated, “I don’t have time for this anymore. A 1 Billion Dollar Bounty is getting away and I’m fighting some vulgar woman.” Yuki ran after the Rail-gun her blade in hand leaving the Mistress of Fist behind.
Crow was running and maneuvering as fast as he could with Rin and Takamaru behind him, the Last Gunslinger was sure that they were closing in on Gen’s location and from what Crow could sense Samjaz too. The only person in this city right now that may break through to Gen in some way would be his sister, not me not SJ, so if this madness is going to come to an end Rin is the best shot. The real problem however is going to be stopping anyone from trying to get to Gen first. His face most be plastered all over the city by now, he more wanted then a glass of water in a desert. As Crow considered all this something occurred to him and he needed some answers. “Hey Rin, I have a question why are your parents so determined to get Gen back after all 1 Billion Yen is a high price to put on someone head you could turn an entire country against someone. What’s so special about hi….” Before Crow could finish his question the Dancing Petal suddenly came from above the trio slicing down at Crow. The Rail-gun was quick to act drawing his revolver to parry the strike in a clash of steel, Yuki leapt backwards a few feet to gain some termporary space cutting off the trio as she blocked their path. The two Bounty Hunters stared each other down eye to eye.
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The Last Gunslinger Crow Cementerio sat on a large root of a tree a small fire burning just in front of him as he carefully scanned around the forest. The Bounty Hunter was in the middle of a Romanian forest searching for a hidden town that would lead him to a castle, within the Hidden World the rumors of this particular were not good at all. Rumors of demons, monsters, zombies, werewolves, vampires, occult accounts and more. However these were all still rumors and fairy tales used to scare away arrogant tourist and trouble makers, the “thing” Crow was chasing was a far more terrifying monster. It wasn’t that long ago when Rin Shishioh had hired the Rail Gun to track and find her brother Gen and bring him back to her and the family after the events of what happen in Japan. While Crow didn’t normally take this kind of job he track down criminals’ not innocent people Rin had made Crow an interesting offer. Gen had a knack for vanishing when he wanted which he was kinda ironic for his using destructive path but Crow had picked up on the scent of the Hot Blooded Boxer once again and headed to this cold damp forest in the middle of Romania.
Crow wasn’t sure why Gen was heading to some town by the name of Orasul Sâng, nor did he care, Gen was now no different than any other bounty to the Lightning Revolver and as such Crow was going to catch him and bring him back to his sister. After all Crow had promised her on his word as a Gunslinger and he always kept his promises. However that didn’t stop the Gunslinger from packing a healthy amount of silver bullets and even a bottle of (what he was told) holy water, Crow was determined not stupid he wasn’t walking into a Romania forest not prepared. Crow looked around a hand on his revolver, Quicksilver, scanning the enclosing darkness around him. Some twigs snapped and broke around him as causing him to draw his revolver aiming in the area that as he called out to who, or what, may be out there. “Hola is anyone out there? If you are you better come out now and if you are a blood sucking vampire who wants to drain my blood mist well then…you can go about your day nothing to eat, kill, and rape here.” Once silence fell on the environment again Crow holstered his revolve then began to put out his fire to continue to move on the town that he was searching for shouldn’t be too far. However there was something that seemed to bother Crow about this whole thing, I get that Gen is running away and he usually looks for trouble by what could possibly be in some Romanian village that would intrigue him. And what’s more is that this whole area just has a bad feeling to it. I feel like a turkey that is about to walk into the mouth of hungry pilgrims.
@SamJaz: @Kuma_From_Argentina: @Lobos_Del_Rayo: Sorry I have not posted I looked at a bunch of different scenarios and all of them would be out of character so I have to wait till either two things happen kuro goes and meets up with Aoki or if crow makes a bit of a disturbance in Yoshi's district.
The second one is going to happen ;)
@Vapovile: Very very very nice :) For your first character this is very impressive. it's not too over the top and she has a good range of skills but most importantly there is lots of room for her to develop and become a stronger character not just in terms of power but also personality and growth.
Yuki glared the Mistress of Fist she was no different than her current target a vulgar, foul-mouthed, martial artist who thought through fists and brawn and she didn’t have time to deal with it. However much to the Toragari Heiress surprise Yuriko was faster than her appearance gave her credit for. Appearing in front of the Dancing Petal via a burst of speed Yuki was caught completely off guard as Yuriko performed her triple strike combo. The Tiger Palm knocked the wind out of Yuki followed by the elbow strike breaking through the little guard she was trying to throw up out of instinct leaving her open to the Seiken. The karate strike dropped her to a knee the force of the blow reverberating through her body. As the Dancing Petal of the BHAJ tried to regain herself she glanced over she saw Gen making his escape while the two ladies battled. Yuki gritted her teeth as she got up slowly unsheathing her blade, Sakura no Natsu, a deadly gaze in her directed at Yuriko. “As a bounty hunter I pride myself on never letting a bounty get away, you inference are costing me not only my pride but the pride of the Yatagarasu Branch and that is something I cannot allow.” Yuki charged at the Mistress of Fist, not with raw speed but instead with a light footed flutter of movement, she would be able to dodge any strikes Yuriko threw at her. As Yuki closed in she quickly switch her grip on her sword so that she was holding it blunt side out, the Toragari Heiress slashed horizontally at Yuriko waist aiming to drive the blunt end knocking the wind out of he. She then spun around on her heels looking to smash the pommel of the katana into the back of Yuriko’s head. “Toragari Ryu Style: Kurōzudofurawā”
The Last Gunslinger looked over Takamaru slowly that was something familiar about like he had seen his face before and now couldn’t put his finger on it. Before Crow could reply or consider it a moment longer Gen’s sister, Rin Shishioh, emerged from the limo visibly shaken asking if Crow and her brother was a part of the Hidden World. Crow turned to Rin a serious look in his eyes. “If you are asking me that question senorita then you already know the answer. Your parents just put a bounty on your brother’s head more than most people will see in their lifetime, and there are people in the Hidden World who won’t think twice about handing your parents his literal head. I don’t know what family problems you have nor do I care, however I will tell you this. The question you should be asking yourself is…are you willing to follow your brother into the Hidden World no matter what lies ahead? Are you willing to face things your fears can’t comprehend and walk through a river of blood to follow your brother?” With that Crow pulled his cowboy hat down and began walking away, pulling his hat down wasn’t a simple way to be cool the Rail-gun did it to close out the world so he could focus.
One of the tricks that the Native American’s had taught the Gunslingers one which had passed through from generation to generation of Gunslingers was the ability to sense and detect life around one’s self through the means of their spirit, the Native American had used this trick to track animals, people, and even communicate with deceased relatives. The Gunslingers referred to this ability as Ojos Del Mundo.
Crow wasn’t as versed in this skill as much as he was the other Gunslinger Skills but he was good enough with it to sense Gen, who was still on the move, and he also picked up on Samjaz’s spirit meaning that Key Wielding Bastard was still in the hunt. Crow turned towards the butler and Rin. “As for your request earlier butler, I’m not going to “desist” as a Bounty Hunter and Gunslinger it is against my honor to stop chasing a target. So you two can chase after him all you want but I’m warning you butler don’t get in my way. As for you senorita what will you do now that your brother is a part of the Hidden World?”
When I get the time I want to introduce a new character here at Inazuma. The character will be Roy Weston my so called Prodigy Gunslinger he is british and heir to Weston Family who are Gun/Munitions Manufacturers
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There are few places in the world that can classified as literal hell on earth, criminals from all works of life called this place their home. To Bounty Hunters from the BHA it was a den of high ranking bounties however it was also a death trap walking in there by yourself. The Den of Sin smelled of rotten garbage, piss, blood, and human filth; the slums of India could be considered a better living environment than this. Down on the streets a chorus of arguments, screams, and fights could be heard all around as man dressed in some raggedly clothes stumbled down the streets. The man look like he had been through wearing a ragged coat over a dirty shirt, a scarf covered the lower half of his dirty face. He wore a pair of old brown jeans and worn out cowboy boots. The upper part of his face were cast in a shadow from the old cowboy hat on his head. All in all the prison looked a cross between a western cowboy and a hobo. The stranger staggered through the sheets being shoved every which way whenever someone didn’t desire the man from being anywhere near him. As the cowboy passed a dirty looking alley way he could hear a woman’s scream gazing over the vagabond cowboy could see a group of 3 men dragging a women into the shadows where they would have their way with her.
The women kicked and screamed trying to fend off her attackers, “Let me go you bastards! Don’t you fucking touch me! You fucking bas….” A slap rang through the alley way the poor woman’s head snap violently to the side as one of the attacker had slap her. The other two held the woman by her hair and arms keeping her in place. “Bitch you got a fucking mouth on you! Say one more word and I swear to fucking god I yank out every single fucking mouth and throat fuck you raw.” The women struggled as the little bit of fight she had in her was replace with terror this only caused the trio of rapists to laugh. “Yeah come on girlie squirm some more I love when a bitch struggles it makes this that much more fun.” The two holding the woman laughed as their de facto leader approach her knife in hand. He proceeded to cut her shirt open in one motion exposing her breasts. In one last act of defiance woman cursed and spat in his face, “Go fuck yourself you dick-less motherfucker!” The insult was only met with a smug look from her attacker. “Oh you dumb bitch I’m going to enjoy this.” The rapist brought his face back aiming to beat the women to a bloody pulp for her defiance only to be met with resistance. The attacker looked back to see the strange dirty cowboy holding his arm, “Who the fuck are yo…aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh---!” The cowboy had cut the lowlife off by spinning him around placing one hand on the back of his head and driving him face forward into the wall behind him. A small head shape crater was formed in the wall and small cracks formed outward from the perimeter as a cascade of blood poured down the wall. Small sparks of electricity ran up and down the cowboy’s arm as the would-be rapist’s friends gaped in shock. “Gin-sama? You bastard you do you do to the boss-sama?! I’ll fucking kill you!!!!” One of the attacker’s let go of the women and charged to the cowboy while pulling out a heavy metal chain with a pad lock attached to it. However the cowboy moved a step quicker as he crouched under the swinging and rammed his hand into the attacker’s sternum suddenly the dim alley way was lit up with the flash of lightning. The attacker screamed in pain as electrical energy was conducted from the cowboy into him coursing through his body shocking him with a debilitating voltage of electricity. The criminal fell backwards electricity still coursing from his charred body leaving just one left. The final attacker still held on to the woman a knife against her throat as he backed away further into the alley. “What the fuck are you? Some kind of freak?! Stay the fuck away from me! You take one more step towards me and I’ll cut this bitch ear to----“ Before the final attacker could finish his threat the cowboy suddenly appeared behind him in a burst of speed while drawing a revolver and smashing the butt into the back of the man’s head rendering him unconscious (and probably giving him a nasty concussion.
The woman slumped forward trembling in fear realizing that she could have been killed if it wasn’t for the mysterious cowboy. Her savior yank the coat off of the man who had taken her hostage and put it around her shoulders to help her stay decent. He spoke with a slight smile with a South Western American accent, “Are you okay senorita?” She merely nodded her head unable to speak for now as she pulled the hoodie closer around her body, “What is your name?” The woman looked up into the eyes of the man who saved her life, her voice was trembling a bit weak. “My name is Yukio...tha...thank you.” The hero just smiled as he reached into his coat and took out a chocolate bar unwrapping it and breaking off half of it he gave the woman some. “Here eat this it will calm your nerves. I suggest you eat it and get home where ever that may be…and I mean your real home. You clothes are a bit too nice for this hell hole, you are probably a runaway right? Get home apologize to your parents and tell your family you love them. This place will choke the life out a flower before it can bloom. You don’t belong here as much as a long tail cat in rocking chair store.” Before the girl could reply or even connect the weird analogy the cowboy got up and walked away as he twirled his revolver on his finger holstering it. The girl slowly stood and looked around she was going to go home as fast as she could she wanted to defy her parents by runaway and thought she could make it on her own. She had only been gone for 4 days but to her this was a lifetime she didn’t know the name of the man who saved her but she will remember his eyes for the rest of her life. They were cobalt blue like lightning.
Meanwhile on the nearly the other end of the Den of Sin and Haven of Sinners stood a man dressed in all black his attire eerily similar to the Yukio’s savior with a cowboy like motif. A battered cowboy hat with a condor feather on his head, in one hand he rolled a poker chip between his fingers, the other was a steel like claw that resembled a skeleton’s hand. The Black Gunslinger looked off in another direction a smirk on his face he sensed something in the air, he spoke with a gravelly voice. “So the Storm Eagle is here…interesting I been waiting for your appearance Crow Cementerio.”