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[cowboycrap]

Alright yall enough doodling around. It's nightfall in Alderwood, so grab yourself a hotel room, you can either opt for the snazzy spacious 5 star in the high class end of town or one of the less financially debilitating rooms on the second floor of the inn/pub, but expect to hear a lot of hooker noises and drunken cowboys from downstairs. You get what you pay for.

You ought to grab yourself a bounty poster and decide on a plan of action so that you have direction for your adventures tomorrow, because the Sheriff seems like he's not gonna stand for you taking advantage of their kindness if you're not going to hold up your end of the bargain.

There are four main bounties posted in the courthouse, but they're scattered about the town on posters, too. There's Dewie Martin, the highest paying bounty, Earl Johnson, Janna Turner and Billy Turner. There are other, lesser bounties, but those seem to be the four the Sheriff's really pushing for.

[Mission: rest up, youre going bounty hunting tomorrow morning]

Comments

[rhymeswithdesign]

Now why would you say a thing like that, love?

[neutral tone. he actually wants to know why she thinks he would sacrifice friends to get home. he's pretty sure he knows why dean thinks as much—the thing with feathers perched on dean's soul. but morrigan? what has he done to make morrigan think he's as awful as, well, he is?]

[scantilyclad]

I see no others working spells in secret.

[rhymeswithdesign]

With Dean and th— Cas around, can you really blame me? Even the others who don't know an incantation from a cantrip are suspicious after losing their friends.

[hasn't seen her working any spells in public since the forest fire, not that he can remember anyway. not that he blames her for that.]

This is a harmless one anyway. As you can see, having eyes.

[scantilyclad]

After losing their friends to the man you speak of. Which would perhaps be a tragedy, were I to care for their loss.

[rhymeswithdesign]

They weren't your friends, then?

[unsurprised. sits down on the edge of the bed and looks up at her.]

[scantilyclad]

I have no "friends".

[rhymeswithdesign]

Because you don't want any?

[scantilyclad]

'Tis the sensible option.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[shrugs noncommittally. starts rooting around in his pockets because there's no such thing as a non-smoking room in the old west, but remembers how people don't like that and stops.]

Well that depends on what you want.

[scantilyclad]

[ does it look like she gives a fuck about cigarettes. really. ]

Do you find these people so lovable?

[rhymeswithdesign]

[everyone else seems to find it objectionable, and he's trying not to be objectionable right now.]

For the most part, no.

[for the most part they're difficult to even like, and he's sure they feel the same about him.]

[scantilyclad]

So you see, I chose wisely.

[ except bo, and perhaps the new one. they're tolerable. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[watches morrigan for a moment without speaking. she is really very...

cold.]

You certainly have.

[honestly. it is the wise choice.]

[scantilyclad]

... Does my frankness bother you?

[rhymeswithdesign]

No. It's refreshing to know where I stand with someone.

[hell with it. he pulls out his cigarettes and lighter.]

What do you want, then?

[scantilyclad]

Truly? My magic. I care not a whit for this petty, small-minded town.

[rhymeswithdesign]

Your magic? Not just any magic?

[with you on the town there love, but the proprietary magic but is a little puzzling.

lights a cigarette. as you do. offers her one?]

[scantilyclad]

The forest fire was the last of my magic. It has not come back to me.

[rhymeswithdesign]

Really.

[explains the lack of workings, then. it's not that he hasn't seen any so much as there haven't been any.]

This happen a lot?

[scantilyclad]

Lyrium would fix my predicament. But - I have none. And the Fade offers nothing.

[rhymeswithdesign]

Never heard of either of those.

[lyrium sounds like a substance, the fade... a ritual?]

Think they exist here at all?

[scantilyclad]

The Fade cannot. Lyrium... possibly could.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[not a ritual then. something like the astral plane?]

How do you usually find it?

[scantilyclad]

'Tis there when needed.

[rhymeswithdesign]

But you need it now. And it's not.

[puts away spare cigarettes and lighters, takes a drag, frowns at her. if she's a magician she's probably already tried methods similar to his, but the need for this... substance... suggests they work in different ways.]