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HoE: Imogene's Introduction

Apr 13th, 2013
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  1. <Darkling> Your leg hurts, but that's likely because it's bleeding so much from that shotgun slug, and you're sweating so much from chasing Dio through this damn maze of a half built dam. Ribs hurt too when he jumped you back around that corner and grazed you with his knife. At least you bashed up his face pretty good and shot him in the shoulder, he's got to be hurting too.
  2. <Darkling> Still, you need to end this fast, you've lost a lot of blood. You can hear him up ahead, knocking over timber and tools. And explosion of green flame and smoke appears and screams ensue as some workers run for their lives.
  3. <Imogene> Damn slippery bastard. Where were Vince and Guinevere? She dumped the spent shells out of her gun, the sound hollow and distant. So close. So damn close. "Gonna kill ye Dio." Shoot him dead. A ragged breath and she stood upright, limping after Dio with renewed vigor. She'll grab him by the collar and escort him to Hell personally, letting him stare at her face the whole way down. Tumbling down.
  4. <Darkling> There he is, right as you round a corner he's got that blasted gun pointed at you. "Go t'Hell bitch!" It belches out a ball of acrid green death towards you.
  5. <Imogene> She hits the deck, losing her hat to the globe of Hellfire. She pops back up enough to unload a peacemaker in his direction, body shaking even as she tried to get her wounded leg to work. As long as he had that gun he was at an advantage. "Die already!" she screamed, trying her damn hardest to pull of a trick shot and either hit him or that gun.
  6. <Darkling> You hear him cuss and then he turns and starts running again. He was running out of places to hide at least.
  7. <Imogene> She swallows hard as she forces herself to her feet. "Damn, ah liked that hat." She looked back the way she'd come, hoping to see two familiar faces catching up with her. Shit. She looked forward and gave chase.
  8. <Darkling> You must've hit him again with one of those wild shots, there's a trail of blood to follow now. He won't be able to escape you this time, not like last time.
  9. <Imogene> She reached down to get a bit of the blood on her fingers, running it in a line across the bridge of her nose. She had her tomahawk in her off-hand too now, ready for one last confrontation.
  10. <Darkling> You run under some scaffolding and a gust of wind hits you. Dio's standing out in the open at the end of a plank. You can tell you're high up from the wind, likely near the top of the damn. Looking down there's a good hundred foot drop to the groud below.
  11. <Imogene> She pants, working to catch her breath as she starts to sweat, eying Dio. "Finally got ye. Y'ready t'dine wit the Devil?" She starts out onto the plank, so focused on Dio she doesn't have the sense to be scared. How much blood had she lost now? Doesn't matter. It's almost over.
  12. <Darkling> He's struggling to get the gun working, but it's up and pointed at you. A faint voice carries over the wind to you, was that your name? Hard to tell, especially with Dio's grunting. "I'll be dining on your charred heart!" The gun whirs into action.
  13. <Imogene> It comes to her in a bolt of lightning, a thought to charge ahead instead of gun him down. Vincent, you'd better get over that damn stupid fear of spiders boy. You're nice enough when not actin' a loon. Guinevere, time to retire from the harlot game...especially since I won't be around t'buy your services. She collides with Dio, the heat of his gun burning her skin as she gets her arms around him. She continues to force her weight forward, all of
  14. <Imogene> her strength put into throwing them both over the edge.
  15. <Darkling> "Hrnk!" Over the edge they go. If you could look back, you'd have a brief glimpse of two familair faces staring in disbelief as you vanished from sight. The air starts rushing past you as you fall, Dio taking a chance to clock you in the chin with the gun and push you away enough to get the barrel planted flat against your stomach. "Guess we dine in Hell together." Your world explodes.
  16. <Darkling> Your name repeats in your head, your own voice screaming it at you. Are those stars whipping past you? Everything else is black, you don't remember it being night, it was high noon a minute ago.
  17. <Darkling> Something slams into your face, hard, your head throbs even more. Everything is upside down and weightless, and your body aches so much but you can't move it or see it.
  18. <Darkling> This must be the end. Well shit, this wa boring. Where's the hell fires and the devil?
  19. <Darkling> One last scream of your name, and the world comes back into view as you get a nice view of dirt and a charred corpse in front of you.
  20. <Imogene> She stared for the longest time. Was that Dio? He was dead? Good. She couldn't work up the strength to spit at him though. She rolled onto her back with a loud groan, trying to sit up. She didn't make it far before falling back, every nerve crying out in pain. Fuuuck. That hurt. "Why...ain't I dead?" she rasped.
  21. <Darkling> You can see stars, real ones, blurred and swirling in the sky. Your head swoons, but you can tell there's someone around you, approaching cautiously. At least some of your senses still work right.
  22. <Imogene> It's either a bandit or a big-arse vulture out to pick 'er bones clean. "Jus' git on wit it." she says, letting her head swim. Seems like sleeping through this part would be more merciful.
  23. <Darkling> A soft voice replies, "You're alive, incredible." A blur of red curls making a halo around a face come into view. "Rest now, I'll take care of you darlin." Good advice, and you can't really help it, but you pass right out.
  24. <Darkling> ----------------
  25. <Darkling> It's a few days later when you next wake up, and the pain hasn't ebbed any since you passed out. You awaken in a bed in a small room. There's a glass of water beside you and a couple bowls with water, clean and bloody cloths in them.
  26. <Imogene> What'n the hell is all this then? She groans as she props herself up onto one elbow, trying to get a better look around.
  27. <Darkling> Well, that hurt like hell. You've got bandages covering one whole side of your face and a good portion of your body. You're pretty beat up to even be trying to sit up.
  28. <Darkling> But you do get a look around the room. It's a bit more fanciful then you thought at first. Four post bed with lace curtains hanging from it, wood paneled walls and floor, candle sconces on the wall keep the room dimly lit.
  29. <Darkling> There's a chest at the end of the bed, and a big armoire and mirror on the far wall, and a single door that you can see.
  30. <Imogene> Guess no one told them her face was messed up before the fall. She collapses back into bed, feeling at the bandages on her face for any fresh wounds. Hm. Where were her guns?
  31. <Darkling> No guns around, but the bandages on her face are ripe with blood.
  32. <Imogene> Oh c'mon Lord...I ain't ugly enough for ye yet? She sighs and lets her hand fall away, letting sleep take her again.
  33. <Darkling> Who knows how long later, but you wake up to someone changing the clothes on your body.
  34. <Imogene> "Y'often molest sleepin' folks?"
  35. <Darkling> "More than you know sugar. Now, no fooling 'round while I change these. Didn't expect you to wake up so soon."
  36. <Imogene> "No promises sugah." Not that she has the energy to try something, her body still aching. Maybe Guinevere was here? Or Vincent?
  37. <Darkling> Some cool, clean cloths get place around your leg. "How's that feel?"
  38. <Imogene> "Feels fine. Now if'n ah smelled better. How bad is it?" she weakly motions toward her face.
  39. <Darkling> "I've seen worse." The girl starts cleaning up the bloody rags on the nightstand. "I'm Charlotte, and you'll likely be seeing plenty of me these next few weeks. So what's your name deary?"
  40. <Imogene> "Ah'm Imogene. Guinevere knows me."
  41. <Darkling> "Guinevere? Don't know anyone by that name hun."
  42. <Imogene> "What town am ah in?"
  43. <Darkling> "Logandale." She takes the bowls across the room, setting them down near the door then comes back and sits on the edge of the bed.
  44. <Imogene> "Ne'er heard of it." She sighs and deflates, feeling defeated already.
  45. <Darkling> "You're rattled. Whatever happened to you?"
  46. <Imogene> "Ah was at the dam...fightin' Dio. Y'musta head of him, got wanted posters all o'er. Tackled him off a plank and..." she looks away, trying to piece the rest of it together. No of it made sense, the details slipping through her fingers like sand.
  47. <Darkling> Charlotte shakes her head. "Ain't heard of him, sorry. When the Mistress found you, there was another body there, dead as ever and burnt to a crisp. Maybe that was him?"
  48. <Imogene> "Ah hope so...spent a long time tryin' ta kill 'im." Was hoping I'd go with him, too. "Ah owe yer Mistress a thanks but...ah'm still tired."
  49. <Darkling> "Of course." She doesn't mention that when they went back for the other body it was long gone. "I'll let you rest. Press this if you need anything." She hands you a little box with a red button in the center.
  50. <Imogene> "T'hell is this?" She squinted at it.
  51. <Darkling> "It'll send a signal downstairs to have someone check on you." She picks up the stuff by the door and looks back in case you've got anything else to ask.
  52. <Imogene> She's already sleeping again, button forgotten in a loose grip.
  53. <Darkling> ------------
  54. <Darkling> Another slow day in the saloon. another ale in front of you. At least Scarlet never kept track of your tab.
  55. <Darkling> A few locals are playing some cards over in the back corner, the barkeep was off in the backroom cleaning up, trusting you to keep an eye out.
  56. <Imogene> Her chair rocked back and forth with a boot up on the table. She wasn't drunk yet so of course she had a lot on her mind. There was so much to take in, even after all this time. The future. Bah. She takes a gulp of ale and swallows the bitter pill that is truth. It wasn't a bad town to find herself in but it wasn't home. It wasn't her time. There was no Guinevere here, no Vincent.
  57. <Darkling> The door slams open, and a boisterous group of men come in, laughing and swearing. One of them yells at you to bring them drinks and fast as the take up residence at a table.
  58. <Imogene> She sighs and stands, draining her ale on the way to the bar. She grabs a bottle and some glasses before heading back to their table. Like hell she's about to pour it for them though. "There."
  59. <Darkling> No thanks from them. They've already made a mess of the table and one of them is even spinning a gun around..
  60. <Imogene> She plops back down into her own seat, wondering were that barkeep had run off to. Bad time for a twitter in the backroom.
  61. <Darkling> He's back as if he knew you were thinking something. "I heard a ruckus, more customers?"
  62. <Imogene> She points to the table with five new rowdy customers.
  63. <Darkling> "Hmpf." That tells you enough of what he thinks of them.
  64. <Darkling> "Another glass?"
  65. <Imogene> "Ah'd better not. Not yet." She had a hand near one of her peacemakers now, even as she kept her attention on the bar entirely.
  66. <Darkling> Couldn't be just another quiet day after all. Three of the five newcomers are over pestering the locals card game.
  67. <Imogene> Maybe they'll leave without trouble. It'd be nice, this place wasn't known for trouble.
  68. <Darkling> Not likely. They're shouting now and one of them has knocked over some cups. The locals are on their feet too.
  69. <Imogene> Well...no one is slapping leather yet but damn if she didn't feel that itch do draw iron. There's still a chance it won't come to violence.
  70. <Darkling> You're guessing or hoping is just plain wrong today. One of the bigger brutes flips the table and fists start flying. Over all the noise you still hear the barkeep sigh.
  71. <Imogene> She gets to her feet, spurs jingling as she approaches. "Hey! Time t'break 'er up!"
  72. <Darkling> They're not listening. One of the locals goes down, nose bleeding and knocked out cold. "I'll go get help." The barkeep runs off.
  73. <Imogene> Fuck it. She dives into the melee, no stranger to a bar brawl as she works to give the locals an edge. "Ah said cut the crap!"
  74. <Darkling> Things start getting worse for the thugs now that you're in the fray. One of the locals gets the idea to break a chair over their backs, quite literally, seconds later a gunshot blasts out and he goes down still holding the remnants of the chair.
  75. <Darkling> "Dammit!" One of the thugs shout, everyone stopped mid-fight from the noise.
  76. <Imogene> Without much thought Imogene's hand goes for the peacemaker on her right hip, drawing it smoothly from the quickdraw holster and putting a hole in the thug with the smoking gun. Can't let him get off another shot.
  77. <Darkling> The rest of them scatter, heading outside.
  78. <Imogene> She follows them out slowly, making sure they weren't going to cause any more trouble. "Someone get a doc fer the man inside!"
  79. <Darkling> A scattering of people are running away, the four remaining thugs have got a little girl, gun to her head. "Let us go bitch!"
  80. <Imogene> "Yer just pissin' me off with that." She settles her weight onto one leg, tapping her thigh with her gun.
  81. <Darkling> He takes the gun of the girl waving it at you. "Shut up! Follow us, and she's dead!"
  82. <Darkling> They start to back up.
  83. <Imogene> Her arm is a blurr as she brings up the gun. You don't take a child hostage and walk away. She puts a hole through his forehead and kneels, a hand outstretched to get the girl to run to her, ready to gun down anyone else dumb enough to aim at her.
  84. <Darkling> They aren't. The last three break into a run as the girl runs to you, obscuring any further shots.
  85. <Imogene> She puts an arm around the child as she holsters her gun, soon holding her in both arms. "You alright kiddo?"
  86. <Darkling> "Mmhm." She hugs herself.
  87. <Imogene> "Good girl, you were brave yuh know that?" She ruffled the girl's hair, releasing her to her mother before standing. Damn. This was going to bite the town in the ass.
  88. <Darkling> ===========END===========
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