Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150806065755/@comment-25686329-20150814004537

Ticktania swept off her bowler hat and bowed. "Ticktania O. Tockman, Campus Sheriff." she said, introducing herself to the duo. She was unfamiliar with Merana's companion.

Scythe zinged up to her, and she gave a quick laugh. "And this is Scythe Sasin, another of my profession."

She continued. "Honestly, there's a very dangerous breed of man out there, and we need all the help we can get to apprehend him... We would very much appreciate it if you would assist us. Care to join our manhunt?"

She extended a hand. "Should you accept, we'll deputize you on the spot. Should you decline, we shall part ways without any problems, and leave you to your business."

- - -

Fizz was done being bored. She set down the Peppermint Stick and pushed back from her desk, readjusting her jacket slightly.

Standing up, she moved from the office into the quiet ambience of the saloon area.

She took the chain in her hands and retreived, flipped open the pocketwatch, which wasn't hers.

As of right now, the game had been going a grand total of two full days.

Hrm.

She wondered about a few people as she decided to check the front guards, maybe welcome some new comers. She pushed through the double doors and looked at her henchmen; dressed in all black with bandanas and hats, and a red 'Smiley Face' insignia (missing one eye) spray painted on their uniforms.

She heard some noise coming from up the hallway.

Likely nothing.

Well... Fizz decided to wait for a bit.

- - -

The Yankee had lost Sandra.

Lost them.

Her.

And that one chick.

Or something.

He didn't really know, he swore that he had ran into (and away from) a hunting posse during his escape, as well as ran into who he assumed was Apple White in a domino mask. And Sandra was sniffing his tail the whole dang time.

Weird.

He bent over, hands resting on his knees as he took a few shuddering breaths. He took off his hat and wiped his brow for a moment with the back of his hand.

He was a little under half a kilometre away from the Fort, and with the no-weapons policy, he assumed he'd be safe there.

He couldn't stop thinking about Sandra's forewarning. That all three were working against him. Ugh.

He was in such a rut, outside of the game, at least. He only prayed he could win so he'd get the prize money, though what he'd do with it didn't matter.

Nothing could help now.

Either the Yankee would be his own demise, or Trivium would find him. It was a wonder Trivium hadn't smeared Ticktania by now, for that matter.

He heard a voice.

It was familiar, but distant, plaintive, pleading. Oh, Author, that was Nix's voice.

He followed the voice until he could ascertain where exactly it was coming from. A fair bit away from the Fort -- that is, the Minor Common Room that was essentially the last room before the straight-shot hallway to Fort Pew.

There was Nicole Knightley... tied to a post... and wearing what looked like a red spanish dress.

She was tied directly below chest level, which made her strugglings quite... interesting.

The Yankee had to admit, even though she was in what appeared to be a state of panic, she was smoking ho-- no, that's enough of that. She had been on the road to betray him, he needed to remember.

He straightened, corrected his posture and walked towards her with a nochalant swagger and grin.

Something in his brain... turned off for a moment, and he temporarily forgot the possibly of there being traps in the vicinity. Luckily, he stopped his stride after a few steps.

He placed his hands behind his back curtly, but he had so many guns back there it doubled as preparation.

His mind was in ridiculous cycle, alternating between cautious and comeplety foolhardy.

"Nix." He began, picking something from his teeth with his tongue. "You've looked better." his eyebrows raised and he put on a sort of smile that resonated a flirtateous attitude. Until he got confirmation of Nicole's motives, he would play dumb, play along.

"What's the story here...?" He asked after a few moments.

((@Zam, Nicole and Yankee need to talk for at least a few posts before the trap is sprung and things get all 'shooty'))