*****G-Platypus: North Star Individual Log*****

Dec 17 23:18:08 <Mister_Clacky|GM>    *****G-Platypus: North Star Individual Log*****
Dec 17 23:18:08 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 The world goes black. Your head is hazy, your eyes closed.
Dec 17 23:21:07 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 The sounds of muffled conversation drift to your ears.
Dec 17 23:21:30 *	North_Star_ looks around, swinging his weapon with his sight.
Dec 17 23:24:01 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 You blink your eyes, a bottle, not a rifle in your hooves. You're in a familiar bar, a little saloon in a little settlement. Ponies sit at tables around you. You're at the bar, a friendly face looking at you. Mixy. "Never miss the free drink after duty, do you Sheriff?"
Dec 17 23:26:52 *	North_Star_ blinks twice, looking at the bottle in his hooves, then to the barkeep in front of him. "Uh..."
Dec 17 23:29:07 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 Mixy smiles, but a bit of worry settles in his eyes. "You alright, Sheriff? You look a little under the weather." It's a busy day in the saloon, the ponies you help protect enjoying a bit of comfort and company. Their forms are almost hazy... their features hard to pinpoint unless you focus.
Dec 17 23:34:09 *	North_Star_ glances around the bar, then back to the bottle. "Yeah.. Must've been out in the dust too long." He gives an excuse while his head gathers the information.
Dec 17 23:36:15 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 There's a bit of commotion behind you at the door. "Mister Mixy!" A trio of young ponies, two fillies and a colt, rough and tumble their way into tha saloon.
Dec 17 23:37:12 *	North_Star_ looks over his shoulder, setting the bottle on the table.
Dec 17 23:39:59 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 The trio look familiar, their names rolling around in the back of your brain with memories long pushed down. The pull themselves up on stools and Mixy slides over a bottle of Sparkle-Cola and three straws. The nod a thanks and share.
Dec 17 23:42:41 *	North_Star_ looks over to Mixy, "'Ey, Mix. Refesh my memory, what day is today?"
Dec 17 23:45:07 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 Mixy smiles. "Hmmm... Tuesday? Yes. Definately Tuesday." He brings a hoof up to his muzzle, twirling his handlebar mustache. "...Could be Wednesday..."
Dec 17 23:47:19 *	North_Star_ nods. "Tuesday.. Thanks."
Dec 17 23:58:05 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 Mixy grins a crooked smirk. "Or Wednesday. One or the other."
Dec 18 00:00:18 *	North_Star_ waves a hoof, looking down at the bottle again. "Yeah, I suppose."
Dec 18 00:01:12 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 Mixy laughs. "Come on, Sheriff, you're never this down at the /end/ of duty. You need a drink... well... another drink. How about I mix something? It's my name, afterall."
Dec 18 00:02:37 *	North_Star_ shakes his head. "I'm fine... Well.. I 'unno, maybe I got a bug up in that tower today.."
Dec 18 00:08:11 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 Pulls several bottle off the shelf, pouring them into a shotglass. "Well, I've got something that will burn that bug right out of you." He pours a bit of Buckhardy on top and lights it.
Dec 18 00:10:38 *	North_Star_ looks at the small flame, resting his head on his hoof. "Maybe. Might be a good idea to get looked at by a professional though," He says, refering to the local doctor he knew so well.
Dec 18 00:13:59 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 You stare into the flame. "Well, you could talk to me..." There's a shift, an impossible change in place that somehow seems normal. You're looking through a crack between boards at flames crawling over a saloon. A rifle sits unused beside you. Mixy's voice is behind you. "...but you didn't keep me alive."
Dec 18 00:15:59 *	North_Star_ shouts in surprise, instinctively swinging a hoof behind him.
Dec 18 00:19:29 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 You hoof impacts his chin, moving it not at all. He stares at you, flames crawling over him. His signature mustache gone on one side. There's thick gouges on his neck, but somehow you know they wouldn't be fatal. That they'd still let him scream while he burned. His voice is a bit wheezy. "Kept yourself alive, though. /Sheriff/"
Dec 18 00:23:22 *	North_Star_ steps back from the barkeep. "You think I had a choice in the matter, Mixy? You think I wanted Fate to smile on me that day?"
Dec 18 00:25:07 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 The stallion stands, and burns. "You /had/ a choice! You left the rifle lay!" He points at the weapon as screams roll out from the burning settlement below.
Dec 18 00:27:11 *	North_Star_ shakes his head. "/I/ should've died that day! That tower should've killed me when it fell, damnit!"
Dec 18 00:37:09 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 Mixy snorts, sending a puff of smoke from his nostrils to ruffle his hafl-mustache. "Excuses, coward. You let us /burn/. Can you hear the foals? /CAN YOU/!"
Dec 18 00:38:45 *	North_Star_ shakes his head still. "I couldn't! The collapse knocked me out cold! I couldn't!"
Dec 18 00:43:11 *	Mister_Clacky|GM "You couldn't? You couldn't hear them? Then /listen/!" He scowls as the sounds of young voices calling out in pain and fear are amplified, their pleas echoing in your mind. For help. For their mommas. For anypony. For the Sheriff...
Dec 18 00:44:00 *	North_Star_ brings his head to his hooves, trying to bring anything else to mind.
Dec 18 00:47:45 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 Mixy laughs. "Yes... You hear them now, don't you." It's a pounding, all encompasing sensation. Their screams echo in your head. Mixy sneers. There's a flash, like a single frame in a movie being replaced. A leering black head, long and reptilian. A moment later it's Mixy again.
Dec 18 00:51:00 *	North_Star_ decides to drop to basic instinct and throw a wild punch at Mixy again.
Dec 18 00:54:39 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 Mixy looks down at you with absolute rage! You're suffering tainted by anger. He snarls, loosing an unequine roar and the world falls away.
Dec 18 00:54:46 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	***Session End***