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[withloadedguns]

Thought you'd be gone by now. Guess not.

Seeing as the lady of the house is back, I think I'll take my leave.

So long.

[ooc: Cryptic, I know. Here's what it means: Cowboy thought the 4th Wall visitors would be gone by now, but they aren't. However, Uhura seems to be back and perhaps for keeps. She charged him with looking out for the Welcome Center and then disappeared for a bit. He kept on watching the place. But, since she seems to be back, he'll just...take a ride out beyond the City limits for a while. To avoid the crowds, really. However!!! You are welcome to encounter him in the streets, outside the City, on the edges of town, or on the Network. He'll have his horse with him or even be riding it. So he's easy to spot. So come and 4th Wall him! Please?]

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[ruxinmeili]

[She's misinterpreting of course, but given the message it's understandable.]

She must be very lucky lady to have someone so attentive to her.

[withloadedguns]

[Paaaaaaaaause.]

Just who do you mean?

[ruxinmeili]

Your wife. The lady of the house?

1/2

[withloadedguns]

She's the lady of the house, but, um...

[withloadedguns]

I'm not married.

[ruxinmeili]

[Not a problem at all in her mind or time.]

Then you must be one lucky man.

[withloadedguns]

[Ooooh what a lucky man he was... Wait, no.]

Maybe.

[ruxinmeili]

If you don't mind me saying, this place is a bit unusual for someone who looks like they would be more comfortable on the border. [Strange place all around actually, not exactly Core but certainly not an Outer world.]

[withloadedguns]

[He's figuring she means the border between the US and Mexico, seeing as that's where he does tend to hang out.]

You're right about that.

[superboot]

[The fuck. It's fucking Clint Eastwood on a fucking horse.]

Whoa. Hey hey.

[Watch where you move that behemoth, gee.]

[withloadedguns]

[You bet it is.

He's watching. What's gonna happen?]

[superboot]

Hey fella.

[He's a Beverly Hills kid, he's been around horses, but maybe this one is too wild wild west to acknowledge his horse-friendly body language.]

[withloadedguns]

[Horse do as horses do. This one knows pretty well when to run and when to stay, what to watch and what to ignore. Sure, he's still a little wary, but he's not about to bolt.]

You talking to me, or...

[The horse.]

[tuco]

[ This place again.

Last time he was only here for a few moments, long enough to see a familiar face before he disappeared, POOF, right back to the moment he came from. This time...this time he needs to see more. He has a good feeling about this place.

So there he is, Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan-Maria Ramirez, dragging his belly across the outskirts of town. He is, quite literally, clinging to the ground, as if it will make a vast difference of his physical presence and adherence to this world. Even the sound of soft hoofbeats don't disturb him as he inches along, slowly, determined to reach the City.]

[withloadedguns]

[Pity those hoofbeats don't disturb him more, because the horse is carrying someone familiar.

And, to be honest, being up on a horse makes it easier to spot a rat crawling on the ground.]

[tuco]

[ He's content with his current company, thank you very much, grumbling to himself. 100 is an easy percent to remember and any man with half a mind would find its percentage appealing.

So onward he crawls until quite literally he can look up and come nearly nose-to-nose with a certain horse and rider. ]

...You? You again?

[ A slow smile. ]

Amigo, you need to find more friends!

[withloadedguns]

No. I've got plenty.

[He does. Even lady friends~]

But sometimes it's good to keep up with...old friends.

[And there's that smile.]

[tuco]

[ A smile that always seems to catch him unawares. There's a short snort on his part, amused, before he can force his lips to twist up into something of a smile. ]

Yes, yes. I'm very easy to miss. You're one among many to say so.

[ Very slowly he lifts his upper body from the ground but is sure to keep his knees and legs firmly planted on the ground. ]

Maybe a new hobby then instead.

[withloadedguns]

[He just...sits his horse.]

Maybe. I kinda like my old hobbies too, though.

[throughhellfire]

[ There's another rider on the horizon, distant but the space between them is quickly growing closer. It's quite impossible to miss the other man out here in the open near a ridiculously large and vertical town.

He recognizes neither the face nor the horse, so he slows his pace as not to overlook a potential mark. ]

[withloadedguns]

[The slowing is mutual. After all, coming across another ride alone out here can mean any number of things. And it's best not to go rushing into things. Not when one doesn't have to.

So he slows a little too...]

[throughhellfire]

[ The slowing isn't surprising, but as always he's ready for anything. Once he's close enough, Django offers a short nod of his head in greeting, eyes shaded behind a pair of sunglasses.

The land isn't familiar to him at all nor any of the scenery to go with it. He'll test the waters with this guy, see if he's anything worth talking to. ]

[withloadedguns]

[Well, he might be wearing dark glasses, but he sure isn't blind. If he is, he's the best blind rider ever. But, no, that's not the situation here.

He offers a nod in return.]

Hello.

[throughhellfire]

[ Definitely not visually impaired-- quite the opposite in fact. For a man blindsided by a change of scenery from a single turn that he thought he knew well enough, he's already working on memorizing whatever landmarks he can.

Nice hat, stranger. Pretty cool poncho too. He doesn't seem to mind conversation. ]

You from around here, mister?

[withloadedguns]

[Likewise about your hat too, I'm sure.]

Not really.

I was passing through, but I seem to have ended up staying longer than I expected.

[A pause...]

And...you?

[Having never seen this man before, he suspects that he is very much not from around here. But it's the next step in the conversation.]

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[universaltranslator]

You left before I got a chance to thank you.

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[withloadedguns]

I'm not too far.

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[universaltranslator]

You did a great job taking care of this place while I was away. I really appreciate it.

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[withloadedguns]

Seemed the least I could do.

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[universaltranslator]

Still. I think I owe you a lunch, if you're interested.

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[withloadedguns]

I might be.

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[universaltranslator]

Are you free next Saturday?

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[withloadedguns]

I can be.

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[universaltranslator]

2:30, meet outside the Youth Center?

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[withloadedguns]

All right.

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[awelcomeguest]

[Just outside of town, a woman walks down a dusty road. She had accepted an invitation to this "City", but this looks like no city she knows.]

Honored stranger! [She calls out respectfully to the mounted man, for one never knows when you might find yourself in the presence of a god.] What manner of place is this?

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[withloadedguns]

["Honored stranger"? First time he's ever gotten the "honored" part. That's kind of nice.

He rides up closer--this lady speaks a bit strangely, to say nothing of how she's dressed, but...]

It's a city. But...not quite like any city I've ever seen.

[awelcomeguest]

Nor I. [She frowns.] What are its people called? What gods do they worship?

[withloadedguns]

They don't have a name. [He cracks a wry almost-smile.] And they don't have any gods either.

[Not anymore, anyway.]

[awelcomeguest]

A people without gods? How is that possible?

[withloadedguns]

Well... Maybe you ought to ask them.