When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

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Who: Everyone! EVERYONE!
Broadcast: IF YOU WANNA
Action: Everywhere! EVERYWHERE!
When: Mid-September - Mid-October

[How's your ship doing, pardners? Is it still pretty damaged? Is it glitching out hardcore? Well, there is one place to land to take care of all that, and that's on a dusty old moon in front of a planet that no one wants to go to. On this moon, you'll find a civilization that looks a lot like one's stepped into a wild west movie, hardened cowpolk and mutant horses and all. Will you become a vigilante, hunting bounties and stopping gangs from doing their dirty work? Will you go exploring planetside, with a cowboy hat and a stalk of wheat in your mouth to complete the look? Good luck with that; there is no wheat. This town ain't big enough for all you flooters, but make it so! For the ratings!

In other words, it's a planet mingle! Get 'er done!]

[September Planet info here]

Comments

[limitstorm]

[ he gives her a pointed frown. ]

No, my world hates darkness, probably just like yours.

[ a bit defensive? probably. even so, he doesn't forget his manners. ]

Nice to meet you, Miss Ohsi.

[notkittenaround]

There is a place for darkness, just as there is light. Neither should be celebrated foolishly.

[ She keeps an eye on him, wary without disguising it. She has no shame in watching him carefully, as well she would anyone showing such power. ]

Do you struggle?

[limitstorm]

[ funny--he looks at her the same way. does she have a weapon? maybe super strength? ]

Struggle? With what?

[notkittenaround]

[ The scar on her face is obvious, and the metal-spiked book that hangs from a strap by her side. But it is more than that which gives her away as a warrior: The way she stands sure-footed, her back straight and muscles wiry. The confidence that comes from certainty of skill and willingness to beat the shit out of people. ]

With controlling that?

[limitstorm]

[ he frowns, looking down and away from her. ]

They took my power away when I came here. It's almost a year later, and they gave it back--I don't remember how to control it completely, but I'm trying to.

[notkittenaround]

[ She sits down, right then and there, with every intention of supervision. ]

By all means, continue.

[limitstorm]

[ um...

he looks at her for a moment, just. blinking. before he clears his throat. ]

Okay. Not really interesting...

[ he closes his eyes as he settles his hands into his lap, focusing on his energy. yeah it's not unlike watching paint dry. after a few minutes, his brow creases, and the energy around him starts to flutter and grow, until he just jerks back to reality, holding his head. darkness pours out as smoke like he's a bonfire. ]

Ugh, my head.

[notkittenaround]

[ She's extremely patient, and not above hitting people if they lose to the darkness. It's practically her job.

Well, actually, literally.

She sits calm, her tail thumping against the dust. ]

[limitstorm]

[ he watches her for a second, kind of surprised she's still there, before he focuses again. but-- ]

This can't be interesting.

[notkittenaround]

I do not care whether it is.

[limitstorm]

So there's nothing better you could be doing?

[notkittenaround]

There are many things that might be better, but I do not seek perfection. You may continue.

[limitstorm]

[ well... okay.

he settles back down, closing his eyes. it's a few moments later that darkness rises from him, almost ascian-like in its smoke.

it's not stopping... and he's not coming out from his trance, either. he is struggling with it, though--and the smoke almost fizzles and pops when he tries to rein it in. not very safe-looking. ]

[notkittenaround]

[ She observes in silence for two beats, then rises to her feet. It is with a confident stalk that she steps forward towards him, smoke-writhed or not.

And then she cuffs him over the head. ]

Cease that.

[limitstorm]

[ he squeaks like a rubber toy and jolts like he was struck by lightning.

after a few deep breaths, he finally regains his composure, smearing his hand across his face. ]

Uh--thanks.

[ ...

reaching to the back of his head. ] Ow.

[notkittenaround]

[ It is a mercy that she need not go further - Although, without hesitation, she would have. The price of rampaging darkness is too high to allow. ]

You should expect nothing less.

[limitstorm]

I'm glad it wasn't more, I think I'd wake up with a concussion.

[notkittenaround]

Pray you need not find out. Are you done?

[limitstorm]

Uh, after that? I don't really wanna try that again...

[notkittenaround]

It was the simplest of methods to shake you from your reverie. I dared not tarry overlong when you struggled.

[limitstorm]

Tarry?

--it worked, it just [ ... hurt. ] ... it really worked.

[ he'll leave it at that. ] Miss Ohsi?

[notkittenaround]

What is it?

[ She casts him a curious glance, no more bothered than when they began despite her patient wait and impatient blow. ]