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Date & Time: Jan 12th to Jan 19th (real time), July 11th to July 18th (historical time), 1884
Location: Black Rock, New Mexico, USA
Characters: All transports
Summary: Fearing UE reprisal, the Initiative corrals all transports and shoos them onto a mission back to the Wild West, to vote Gerald "Moony" Jackson in as Mayor of Black Rock. Transports are encouraged to used all their wiles to encourage townsfolk to vote in favor of him, too. Other than that, they're free to roam as they will for 7 whole days! Good luck finding food and shelter, masses. (See the OOC post for more information.)

The Initiative had been terse and rushed as they gathered the transports into the Transporter room, and anyone unwilling to participate will have been forcibly hurried along. The Initiative employees had seemed distracted and worried, and unwilling to stand around and debate. It was time to move. The teleportation had gone off without a hitch, and a roomful of transports have been treated, quite suddenly, to a broad and sunny blue sky, and especially to the heat of mid July in the American West.

Enjoy your weeklong stay in Black Rock, New Mexico! The town is small and sleepy, with just 3 good saloons and one questionable (but considerably cheaper) one. There are a few inns, but these inns aren't quite prepared to room a sudden influx of over 300 travelers, and some people might have to bunk up or get creative with their sleeping arrangements. If you sleep in an inn at all, of course. There's plenty of unexplored wilderness out there to sleep in instead, isn't there? Just make sure to check your boots for scorpions in the morning.

The only instructions are "vote for Gerald "Moony" Jackson for Mayor, and try to convince others to do the same", and you've been given just enough money to cover a very sparse room and board for 7 days, if you don't spend it in anything else.

So, how do you spend your time?

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[That they do~]

Pretty much. I mean even with the weapon they had us choose when we woke up here I had to go through a bunch of em until I found one that fits me.

[Oh of course it won't. You know him~]

I did. Doesn't feel like the other guy's got any big support that'd make it so our guy can't win. Shouldn't be too hard.

[ Lucy grins, nodding. ]

A lot of the people I've talked to were already pretty indecisive, so it wasn't too hard to convince them to vote for him. I ran into another of my friends who was doing similar too.

[ Oh and abruptly she reaches out to grab Natsu's hand in order to quickly drag him over towards some shade. ]

Come over this way, I want to get out of this sun. [ This has NOTHING whatsoever to do with a cowboy on a white horse coming around the corner. Nothing. AT ALL. You know Lucy can't take the heat! ~~you don't count, Natsu~~. ]

Yeah I ran into someone too. Though she was having more trouble with her horse than convincing people to vote for Moony.

[And whoa there getting dragged away now. And completely missing the cowboy on the white horse though for a moment he does feel a distinct urge to send something flying.]

S-Sure thing Lucy.

[No really what else can he say while he's unceremoniously dragged away like that? Rumors are going to start flying about him and Lucy at this rate.]

Really? She wasn't hurt or anything was she?

[ Falling off of a horse would not be fun! A-and hold on it's just to get out of the shade! Nothing...else! It's not even a very secluded spot - it's totally innocent! INNOCENT! .. not that this will stop rumors. ]

Here's good!~ [ She casts a quick glance over her shoulder, then sends the grin towards her friend as she drops to one knee and settles against a tree. So far so good. ]

So what happened with your friend?

Nah she was just sort of stuck.

[Such communities never cared for the truth as long as the gossip was juicy and the sudden gunslinger champion who appeared out of nowhere together with the charming young blonde. Yea they would be the talk of the town in no time.]

[He raises an eyebrow at her checking behind them for something or someone. If she was trying to be subtle well she failed. More than him too. Oh well. Might as well settle down next to Lucy.]

She tried getting on a horse on her own. She ended up on her stomach across the horse's back when I found her.

[Poor Kougy. He's giving such a rep to Lucy about her.]

[ Lucy's reputation. Ruined. RUuuuuined wait she doesn't really have a reputation here. But... oh dear lord, the rumors. Between hanging around with her friend all the time, and then if it gets out that they were all staying in the same room - NEVERMIND that it was /three/ people and not... yeah. Doomed. ]

Hm? [ Don't look at her like that, she didn't do anything suspicious. Nope. ]

Really? [ AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA that's adorable. ]

I guess she's never ridden a horse before? At least you were there to help her out.

[They'd be out of there in no time as if they never even existed. Well save for maybe the accidental newspaper shot or the like.]

It looked that way yea. Still she's gonna camp out with a few others. For a princess she's really nothing like what you'd read about.

[A uncanny similarity to one certain princess next to him right now.]

[ Like bats out of hell! Or aliens. They will be nothing but myths. ]

I hope she'll be all right. [ A princess, huh? And uncannily similar to another certain princess? Sounds like they'll get along juuuuuuust fine. ]

Maybe I'll run into her he-

[ Oh. Oh Lucy. You tried so hard (well not really) to avoid that fellow, and he found you anyway. Because she sort of -stops- talking mid sentence, inwardly cringing. Strutting on up towards the pair would be that cowboy from earlier, his horse trailing along behind behind him contentedly.]

Woman! I've been looking for you - there's a matter of a date- [ He pauses, suddenly LOOKING at Natsu. Hold the telegraph machine. Salmon hair. Scarf. Well ain't he the luckiest, he was looking for that guy too! The STARS are CLEARLY FAVORING him today! And sneering down his nose at Natsu. ]

Hmph. You don't look like much. [ What a charmer. ]

[And another myth was about to be born. One wrapped in fear.]

I'm sure she'll be fine. She's plenty strong. Heck she even beat me in a spar.

[He genuinely sounds impressed with her but unfortunately that atmosphere is ruined by the most pompous turkey on two legs that Natsu's ever seen.]

[He scowls at the man and for some reason the moment he says his first words, Natsu's decided this guy has GOT to go.]

[And the bird brain even dares to underestimate him! Oh he was going down now.]

I could say the same about you, buddy. Can't you see I'm talking with the girl right now?

[No he will not give the creep the honor of knowing her name if she hadn't already given it to him.]

[ Hearing that Kougy beat him in a spar is a bit of a surprise - she was definitely going to ask him about that. ]

No way - that's incredible!

[ Maybe she was an epic swordswoman like Erza. . ..an epic swordswoman who couldn't ride horses. But like Natsu, she was distracted from the topic by the arrival of the cowboy. Who mentions the D word. Dangit. She smacks her fists against her legs. ]

I never agreed to anything like that!!

[ But underestimating Natsu was never, NEEEEEEVER a good idea, and Lucy glanced towards her friend when he spoke up. Oh dear. She knows that look. This is why Lucy had wanted to avoid the cowboy - it was more for his own health than Natsu's. The cowboy snorts at Natsu's response. ]

Boy do you even know who I am. I'm -Bruce-, one of the fastest gunslingers in these here parts.

[ Says Bruce, jerking a thumb at himself. ]

As far as you talking to the woman, it'll have to keep. I wasted my whole morning looking for that wench, and she's been giving me the slip every time. Now she's coming with ME, and I'll deal with -you- later.

[ SNaps he's just digging his grave. Some people just don't know when to keep their yaps shut, right? Clearly thinking he was putting Natsu in his place with this, he started t reach past him to take hold of Lucy's wrist. Not that she had ANY intention of letting him anywhere near her. ]

[He could tell her later about it. After he sent this guy screaming for mommy.]

You mean you WERE fastest, Brocoli

[Yes he got the name wrong on purpose but this guy had made his list.]

[And then he just went and signed his death sentence. Sound seemed to cease entirely and a look of murder so fierce had rarely dwelt in his onyx eyes.]

The hell did you just call her?

[Oh dear he's already pulling out the gun. Pointing at Bruce's feet and firing all in one fluid lightning quick motion.]

She isn't going anywhere and you're dealing with me Now. Unless you're too chicken-shit to dare.

[ Sounds like an excellent plan. Speaking of excellent plans, ol' Bruce - or Brocoli as Natsu calls him - could do with a much, MUCH better plan. Like. Not pissing off the new guy that's already had rumors flying about him regarding his duels. But Bruce is all ego and pompousness, and overconfidence and he's just -positive- that the men Natsu dueled before were green and incompetent. ]

That's Bruce. You think you can get cocky just because you won a few duels with some loser punks?

[ And -- okay whoah, what a look. He stepped back in surprise, then mentally berated himself and stepped forward again. His horse, however, was much smarter, in that it actually snorted nervously and started backing away. WELL away from the angry dragonslayer. ]

I called the wench a -wench-. Are you hard of hearing as we-

[ And that was the girliest shriek that ever came out of a human being male or female. Shush, that never happened. Or so Bruce would like to believe. But to be fair, he didn't expect a shot that suddenly. He cleared his throat, glancing from Natsu to Lucy (who was mentally facepalming at the cowboy's absolute stupidity) before he fumbled for his wallet. ]

Fine, I get it. [ Not sounding so brave is he? But the bravado tries to cover up for it, and he smirked ..uneasily. ]

You already paid for her, did you? How much - one hundred, two? [ He tossed a few bills at Natsu's feet. ]

There, that should cover the expense. [ And he laughed again at the latter, though that laugh was proving more shakey than he liked. ]

Chicken-shit? Boy, you're wasting your energy over one little wench getting so angry. There are plenty of other women you can buy off, go get one of them. This is a matter of honor.

[ AAAAAnd now Lucy's gone from annoyed to offended. Did he seriously just do that? Why yes. Yes he did. But he's already waving a hand at Lucy who was about to protest with a 'Hold on a minute-'. ]

Be quiet woman, MEN are talking.

[ Rude. ]

Why don't you try me and find out for yourself?

[There's no hiding the satisfied smirk at that girly cry. Typical. Oh so typical. But that glee is quickly erased. Paid....this son of a bitch just said...Oh no. For a moment the flame in his gaze seems ready to leap out at Bruce and reduce him to ash in fact it's a miracle he hasn't unleashed his wrath in a visible manner already. Perhaps Erza's threat is still valid on a subconscious level.]

Shut your mouth before I weld it shut for you. Honor. A pathetic loser like you who wants what he doesn't deserve is talkin to me about Honor. Your Honor's worth less than that pile of shit your horse just left on the street. So quit your backpedaling and bring it, Susie.

[Fires a couple more shots at Bruce's feet and one at the Wallet, blasting it out of his hand and punching a hole through all his money.]

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[ Y'know Lucy really shouldn't be a bit surprised that Natsu was reacting that way - but she couldn't help but watch him in a stunned sort of silence while he verbally cut Bruce into little pieces. And if that rage was a physical thing, Bruce would have been reduced to ash just from the look alone. ]

/Susie?/

[ Apparently Bruce doesn't like either name Natsu's called him. How ungrateful. But he doesn't have a chance to protest beyond that, flinching back a step or two from the shots, particularly when the wallet got shot out of his hand. .... maaaaybe there was some validity to what the rumors were saying after all. Maybe. No no, he was just... unprepared. He LET Natsu shoot the wallet out of his hand. ]

Fine, boy. [ He reached down for his own gun. ]

I see I'll have to deal with you first. And when I put you in your place, I'll be leaving. WITH the woman you're so interested in "talking" to.

[ By now a small crowd was already starting to gather - after all, they heard about the new gunslinger, and if he was challenging - or being challenged by - yet /another/ gunman, they wanted to see, regardless of whatever it is they were arguing about.]

Oh you'll be leaving alright.

[Natsu opens the chamber to his pistol and discards the empty cartridges before loading it up with a fress set. Unlike the other duels he planned on using every single bullet.]

Though I don't think you'll be doin it on your own two legs.

[Yes the crowd was in for a show. A show of what the promising new gunslinger was like when enraged to the limit. Natsu turned his back on Bruce and walked the mandatory distance. The streets cleared right away and even the bustle of the town itself started to grow dim.]

When I win, you're never gonna come near her again. If you do, I won't bother wasting bullets on you.

[No his fists and boots would be more than enough.]

[ Bruce laughs. Oh HOW he laughs. ]

You got guts, boy, I'll give you that. "When" you win indeed. I go where I want, when I want - no newcomer is going to change that, even if I LET you win.

[ He's still chuckling as he walked the short distance required for an official duel. One of the women from the saloon quickly tugged Lucy a safe distance away from the pair, clustering with a few other women - none of whom liked Bruce at ALL. They were clearly rooting for the new gunslinger. Though she answered their questions, a good 98% of Lucy's attention was on her friend.

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a butcher knife - and it was rare that she saw this kind of intensity from him. ]

Natsu...

[ MEANWHILE, having reached his spot and casting a smirk at the few men that were hooting at him to take down the upstart (and there were even a few men who got soundly trounced in previous duels - though they were notably very very quiet.) ]

Any last words, boy? [ Bruce's gaze flicks towards Lucy briefly, then fixates on Natsu fully. His hand shifted, fingers twitching slightly. This kid was just trying to psych him out. He was the better gunslinger, not this upstart brat. And this duel would prove it. ]

[It's good that he's laughing. It's the last chance he'll get for a while after he's through with him.]

See that's where you're wrong. But I guess we'll let our guns do the rest of the talking.

[Natsu wasn't concerned with the crowd. Whether they cheered him on or rooted for the jerk it didn't matter. His eyes flicked over to Lucy and for a moment he smirked confidently before his attention shifted back on Bruce.]

Not one because no matter what I say they won't be my last.

[Natsu's hand hovered by the holster of his pistol, his fingers flexing in anticipation for the moment he could start teaching this asshole the lesson of a lifetime.]

You got that right, boy.

[ Bruce is smirking - his overconfidence (and let's face it, he's pretty outmatched against Natsu even if Natsu was new at the whole gunfight thing.) and paying no heed to anyone else after Natsu casts a confident smirk of his own at Lucy. It's a reassuring sight for Lucy - not that she for a second believed that he would lose to a guy like this. That's why she flashed a smile back to him in response, grasping the rail outside of the saloon in anticipation.

For minutes it seemed to her, Bruce didn't move - but there, the slightest beginning of his hand moving quickly to the gun at his side, his arms tensing to brace for the recoil. And he snaps the gun out of his holster -! ]

[Boy this. Boy that. Honestly couldn't he at least come up with something more witty? Probably not. Honestly this guy in any other circumstances would be someone he just walked on by and ignored.]

[But he spoke ill of Lucy. Of the girl whom he respected and admired the most. Even if he did tease her every chance he got.]

[Natsu's reflexes and instincts that were honed through countless battles since young versus the jerk with an ego too big for this world. The game was over before it even started.]

[Half a second quicker than Bruce, Natsu's hand grasped the pistol and pulled it out. The barrel pointed in the man's direction from his hip, not even bothering to hold the gun at arms length. He squeezed the trigger in succession twice the first bullet going straight at Bruce's gun to blow it out of his hand. The other bullet was aimed at the belt holding his pants up.]

[Natsu paused for the realiztion to sink in. He wasn't done. Oh no he was not done and anyone who looked in Natsu's eyes could see that Bruce was going to suffer still.]

[ That type of jerk is lucky to even know multi-syllable words, let alone insults. As for the teasing - well that's what best friends do! Only they are allowed to tease each other in such a fashion. And even they didn't cross certain lines. Toe them maybe. Lean over them certainly. But cross them no.

Bruce was about to fire his gun, that cocky smile never once sliding from his face as he heard the shots ring out. Wait. Did he shoot already? What was that draft?

... his answer came in a noise from Lucy that was a barely suppressed laugh. She clapped her hand over her mouth when he looked her way, but the ladies at her side weren't so courteous. They were in tears, laughing, and when Bruce looked down, he found out why. His belt had snapped - but how the heck did that happen? For that matter, how did his gun end up on the ground?

The confusion on his face painted his features ugly, realizing he was at a sudden severe disadvantage being disarmed so quickly (but no, that can't be because of that brat). Instead he dove to the ground to grab his gun with one hand, the other fumbling to seize his pants and jerk them upwards. Everyone didn't need to see his polkadot boxers, okay!~ ]

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[Oh good he was putting up a desperate fight. Natsu started closing in on the man. Suddenly he pointed his gun at bruce's horse. Some might think he was about to put it down but instead he shot the rope tying him in place. This was the only chance the beast would have to escape its stupid master. Would it take it? It was of no concern for Natsu.]

Take it back. Everything you said about her.

[Natsu was still talking slow oppressing steps towards Bruce. The crowd never witnessed him this angry or determined to crush his opponent. Most of the time he was indiferent and even annoyed finding the duels to be more of a pain than they were worth. But now they saw how he was when this little contest actually meant something to him. Though it could hardly be called a contest when the opponent was already on the ground trying to cover up his questionable taste in underwear.]

[ Who knew that Natsu could cut such an imposing figure. At first the crowd was scoffing at the match - then mocking Bruce and his fashion. Then when they saw how -serious- Natsu was about the duel ... they were probably thanking the stars that they had only annoyed him, rather than /enraged/ him, like Bruce was unlucky enough to have done.

The shot rings out, piercing the rope with ease - the horse, after an initial start of surprise, realized it was now free. FREE!! And it wasted no time in galloping away with a neigh of triumph, possibly to return to the wild or to find some tasty oats. Bruce was more concerned with the loss of his horse than the impending Natsuing. ]

MY HORSE! You little shit - do you know how much I paid for that animal!?

[ He fumbled for his gun, casting nervous glances towards the approaching opponent, resisting the urge to back away with his proverbial tail between his legs. Even though his body had no such qualms, and he found himself losing ground, edging backwards little by little. ]

T.. the hell I will! [ He punctuates his words, spitting on the ground in front of him. Even though it was SO not the thing to say, and a piece of him knew damn well that that was NOT the thing to say but it was said and he can't swallow the words back. ]

[This was the demon lying underneath that boisterous exterior. Awaken it at ye peril. Bruce would be an example.]

About as much as you paid for those underpants of yours?

[No offense to the horse. He has no blame that his master is an enormous arsehole. Hopefully it would stay out of the hands of another like him]

Don't say I never gave you a chance afterwards.

[And he grinned maliciously. Oh right the gun is back in Bruce's hands. No no no that won't do. This time Natsu aim's straight down the barrel of his poor adversary's gun. He fires off twice to ensure it's destruction.]

Don't be a fool! That horse was worth more than that woman - more than any of the women in the brothel here. Now I'm going to have to chase it down again.

[ And another shriek, in spite of himself as his gun - HIS GUN - is destroyed. How could you - HOW COULD YOU. ]

W... what are you - the hell is wrong with you. It's JUST a woman. [ Not like women have feelings or anything, GOD. And yet, this gunslinger - this new guy that showed up out of nowhere - was like a demon all fire and rage in his eyes. Bruce cast frantic glances towards the men in the crowd, but they refuse to meet his gaze, wholly uncomfortable. Realizing he wasn't about to get ANY help whatsoever, Bruce swallowed nervously, dropping the remains of his gun. ]

L-Look, just... Take the money -[ What of it that wasn't blasted to pieces when the wallet was shot that is. ]

Give it to your who-- [ whoooooah there Bruce. You almost said the other "w" word. Given how angry 'wench' made Natsu, you might die. ]

Your woman - that'll make it right, right? [ Totally missing the point. ]

[ That grin, Holy shit, that grin. Bruce had to thank every muscle in his body that he was able to keep from soiling himself. M-maybe bribes aren't the way to go here.]

[If that was supposed to appease Natsu, it wasn't working. In fact it had the very opposite consequence. Just a woman.]

You know nothing about her.

[And Natsu is now right in front of Bruce looming over him like a Dragon over a fake wannabe knight. In fact some might even have the faint illusion that there is such a figure around Natsu at this point.]

[He turns the gun right between Bruce's legs as if intending to relieve him of his family jewels. He pulls the trigger with a fainl bang. At the last minute Natsu moves the barrel away just far enough to avoid hitting Bruce's body but still DANGEROUSLY close. He eyes Bruce with utmost contempt before dropping the now empty gun to the ground.]

[Is it over? Is it really over just like that.]

[NOPE. Natsu reaches down with his right arm and grabs Bruce by the neck of his shirt.]

And now, you never will. Never show yourself around me or around her. If you do,

[He leans in up close and personal to Bruce's ear.]

I WILL BURN YOU UNTIL YOU'RE NOTHING BUT BLACKENED BONES IN A PILE OF ASH!

[With that ultimatum given, Natsu pulled back. Or more accurately pulled his head back. BEFORE SMASHING IT INTO BRUCE'S FACE WITH ALL HIS FORCE.]

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Epitaph: "Here Lies Bruce the suicidally _STUPID_" sound about right?

Yep that sums it up pretty well.

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Epitaph: "Here Lies Bruce the suicidally _STUPID_" sound about right?

Yep that sums it up pretty well.

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