RolePlay "A fresh Start"

[Leo]

That is fine. Tom Blackthorn, Tom, Black, Blackthorn all work.

Tom Blackthorn looks out the window to see what Burt was talking about.

"Yes, go ahead and clean up. I've never lost a gun fight and I don't plan to today. I can handle myself."

He loads a round into his pistol.

[Henry Avery]

"just call me Shade."

[Henry Avery]

He straightened, walking towards the tavern, steps jingling due to the amount of medals on his rotting uniform, and opened the door slowly, growling at the barkeep Rum! I want some rum!

[Henry Avery]

He turned his dead sockets on Tom. I hope you aren't planning on wasting a bullet on a dead man.

[Meliva]

Burt says to him

You can have rum when you pay for it. Dead or not, this be a bar and a business not a charity. If you ain't gonna pay, try another tavern, I got a powerful witch friend here who can take care of you if you try to start trouble.

Emily shouts from the alley

Wait really? I thought I was the only witch here tonight. Oh you mean me. Yeah, real powerful witch I am.

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[Henry Avery]

He reached into the depths of his coat, pulling out a fairly large coin purse. How much, then?

[Meliva]

Burt sets out a drink and replies as he starts walking out

Depends how much you drink. A coin a drink. I'll let the other barkeep handle things from here. I'm going home.

As he leaves he mumbles to himself

I swear, I knew the moment Emily came that tonight was going to be a bloody weird mess. 2 murders, mysterious strangers, talking animals, and now a walking corpse, what next? A leviathan? Hah. Welp I won't be around to see it. Thank god for that.

Emily waves him bye and whispers to her dog

What a nice man Burt is. Welp anyway nice to meet you shade. I'm Emily. Strongest witch there is. If you don't count all the ones who are stronger then me.

[Henry Avery]

He placed a coin on the counter, snatching the drink, gulping greedily, the dark liquor pouring across his exposed ribs, but not a drop ever hit the floor. A pleasure, Emily.The remnants of flesh on his jaws spread into a gruesome approximation of a smile.

[Henry Avery]

Came upon a cutter, bought six bandits on 'er. Had about 5 mil in gold bars, and a big green rock, size of a watermelon. I think it might be an emerald, or some sort 'o magic crystal.

[Argo]

Suddenly, with a bang and a crash a large screeching blue object is seen at great speed to whirr and spin and ricochet off everything, knocking over tankards, causing duck and weave. After a few moments the colorful missile finally loses his battle for equilibrium and crashes to the floor near Horse and Goose.
Parrot lay there for a moment, flat out on his back, a little stunned, eyes shut considering the deathly silence and whether he was still alive.

He squeezed his claw to check his bottle of rum was still there. It was.
Content that all is right in the world and his head spin was settling - he opened his eyes looking up in surprise to see his friends. He smiled at them.
In a rather quiet, raspy and winded voice he managed a nod and a very broad flat and slurred drawl,

'Gidday Horse, Goose - what's crackn?'