Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141211192639/@comment-25686329-20150116180405

Plutarch woke up with a literal shot. As he sprang forward from where he lay, he fired off a couple of rounds from his revolvers.

"Daaaannng." He grunted. "I got the headache, but I ain't remembering no fight."

It took him a second to realize he wasn't alone. There was Char, a good friend of his. Tontette. That one cute ticking dog chick he couldn't remember the name of--

Lila was there.

Blast it to spell, her again?

"Great." He droned sarcastically. "The Raaannger's here."