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Post by CrowFace on Feb 3, 2014 22:15:32 GMT
Wesley's eye visibly twitched the more Dusty prattled on, and when he kept giving more hints to his roanwolf lineage, Wesley whirled around and put a hoof to the mule's lips. "Don't talk. Please. It'll make everypony suspicious without me even tryin', and as hilarious as that might be, I actually… need you. Maybe." with a sigh he took his hoof from Dusty's mouth "I'll take her to the nearest doctor. You-? You can… find a bar or somethin'-so long as you can promise to behave! I'll come get ya once Hazel's squared away. Understand?" the hunter asked firmly. He doubted Dusty would be all THAT behaved, but what was the worst he could do unsupervised and potentially drunk?
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Post by selenethewerewolf on Feb 3, 2014 22:59:15 GMT
"Alpha?" she whispered and glanced at Dusty's flank. There was no mark. Perhaps he was just well educated. She never had the chance to ask however, it seemed Wesley was keen to get him off to a bar. She wondered where they were off to so late at night. Then it hit her, maybe they were going after Vamponies. Her ear twitched, but she said nothing, despite the fact that she'll be alone with the guy that seems to be a supernatural bounty hunter. She hoped the doctor wouldn't be too bright and just give her salve and push her out the door. Between the two of the stallions, she was more nervous around Wesley..
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 3, 2014 23:56:19 GMT
Dusty gets close to going cross eyed as he looks at the hoof on him. He then looks down at Wesley and nods his head up and down without saying a thing at all. He then runs a hoof over his lips and moves it like he was doing a lock, and tosses it over his shoulder. He’d do his best to keep that flap shut. Hard as it is for him most of the time. But, Dusty being Dusty, this lasted all but a few moments. “What drinks do they have? Hope it’s good drinks. Hate watered down drinks… Taste bad.” he says to his self. “Maybe they have a cute bartender…”
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 4, 2014 0:44:23 GMT
"Right… this way, miss" Wesley motioned to Hazel, trying his best to hold onto his irritation towards Dusty. The hunter still wasn't a hundred percent sure, but he figured it was better to tend to the civilian at the moment. "The doctor's office is this way. I'll show you." With that the hunter had Hazel follow him, leaving Dusty to his own devices, for the time being.
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Post by selenethewerewolf on Feb 4, 2014 1:09:43 GMT
"Alright," she said then waved a hoof at Dusty. "Don't be a stranger." she smiled friendly, then turned to follow Wesley. There was no getting out of this one. With a deep breath she kept beside the other, looking about the town. She looked back up at Wesley, looking at his bare flank. She thought it was strange, but didn't think nothing of it; she wasn't too educated about other creatures other than ghosts and was still learning about vamponies and roanwolves. She was quiet, though her mind was buzzing with questions. Why had he chosen to become a hunter? Did those creatures do something to him? All the questions in the world, but she wouldn't voice them.
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Post by Rainb0wTwister on Feb 4, 2014 1:16:32 GMT
Puddy, a chuby blue Pegai, was out enjoying the night. It wasn't too cloudy and the stars were high in the air. He was just going around town, saying hello to all the different typed of ponies: Earth, Pegasus, Unicorn, even vamponies who hide in the town. His night was carefree and quiet until he spotted Hazel. He smiled and trotted over. "Belle, what are you doing in Colton on a night like this? Come to town to try and find something for your home?" He asked. He didn't even notice Wesley until he got close to Hazel. Puddy gave a gulp when he saw the stakes and- water? Since he had become a roanpony, things like stakes and silver have been on his mind; he had to be careful. He smiled at Wesley, his wing opened slightly enough to cover his scarred cutie mark. "Good evening sir."
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 4, 2014 4:48:21 GMT
Dusty shrugs and waves Hazel off and sniffs the air. He wiggles his ears, sniffs some more and looks back at Puddy land. He eyed him up from where he was, not even moving. “Ah’d be damned…” He shakes his head. If it was not Wesley, he’d get closer and see if if it was the Pegai or not he was smelling. He turns and walks deeper in to town. It’s late. ponies drink late. Now is the time to make some bank. “Now, where is this bar…” He says sniffing more as he follows his nose.
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 4, 2014 5:02:12 GMT
"Good… evening." Wesley replied, eyeing Puddy. He did seem to know Hazel though, and seemed friendly with her in fact. Which he took as a good sign of the pegasus not seeming dangerous. Perhaps. But something did seem off to him as well, "Miss Hazel, I take it you know this pony-? Do you think you can trust him to take it from here to look after you to the doctor's?" the hunter asked. Because while the pegasus was suspicious, he was also aware of the fact that he'd let Dusty wander off to the nearest bar. And unlike Puddy, Wesley knew one hundred percent that Dusty was indeed a Roanwolf and would need to be looked after especially in a new town.
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Post by selenethewerewolf on Feb 4, 2014 5:08:17 GMT
Hazel jumped at Puddy's voice. She turned seeing him, it made her even more nervous. She nodded in acknowledgement to Puddy as fluttered next to her, but took an involuntary sidestep toward Wesley, but didn't touch him. Wesley was a hunter, he could kill Puddy with no questions asked. However, he didn't. She noticed Puddy shifting his wings to cover the scar over his flank. When Wesley spoke about Puddy escorting her to the doctor she nodded. She was almost relieved, since now she didn't have to worry about any questions if the doctor decided to be blunt in the company she was keeping. "Yes, I know him. You can go on, it was a pleasure meeting you. Maybe we'll meet again." she smiled, trying her best to keep friendly around the strange stallion.
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Post by Rainb0wTwister on Feb 4, 2014 5:17:58 GMT
Quickly, Puddys eyes shifted to the mule looking for the bar. His hoof dug into the dirt; he could smell the stench of the roan. He snapped out of it when he heard Wesley talk. "To the hospital?" Puddy looked Hazel up and down; he didn't see anything until he saw her wounded leg. Oh- look like a wolf did that to her. Pud looked at the unknown pony, and with a unintentional gesture of his wings, his scarred cutiemark was reveled. "I could take her to the doctor. One knows me quiet well, so.." He gave the other pony a smile.
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 4, 2014 5:34:00 GMT
Dusty tips his hat at a mare. “Sorry miss, did not see ya.” He gets out of her was as she walks past, then gets back to walking as he looks in to the new saddle bag he had. worthless. He tosses it into some bushes and keeps on his way. he was hoping for more… Wealth? Yes. Wealth. He was here to make gold and silver! ok, just gold. Silver can go buck itself.
He stops at a closed shop and looks at everyone prumping him, and then makes his move. He walks beside the shop then behind. going to a window, he feels over it. “Not bad…” Well it was bad. It was well built. He moves on to a back door and puts his ear to it. “The day ah need a storm in the sky and it’s clear as can be…” He pulls out a pick lock set and gets to work on the door. “So much for drinking…” He grins to his self, happy to be read of that hunter.
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 4, 2014 6:20:33 GMT
Puddy's enthusiasm and lifting of his wing though to reveal his scar had Wesley bend his ears back and snarl. The dhampony glared at Puddy, "What's that scar on your flank-?" he demanded, the suspicion against the blue pegasus mounting, "You're not going anywhere with Hazel unless you explain yourself-!" Indeed seems the situation had Wesely well-distracted from Dusty and his activities, at least for now.
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Post by selenethewerewolf on Feb 4, 2014 18:01:36 GMT
Hazel jumped when Wesley yelled at Puddy. She looked at Puddy fearfully, noticing that he had accidentally revealed the scar on his flank. Her heart rate was speeding up as the hunter became awfully defensive. Her eyes went from the stakes on his belt, to Wesley face--which was contorted in rage. "Wait, Wesley! H-he is a friend!"
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Post by Rainb0wTwister on Feb 4, 2014 18:09:31 GMT
Puddy jumped as well when the other stallion yelled. Oh Tartarus, he didn't keep his Mark covered. "Uhm- It part of my cutie mark?" He said as a lame excuse to stray the pony away. The stakes on his belt were getting Puddy all nervous- that was bad. He took a step back,"I am just a simple mail pony" He explained with a giant gulp. He was making it a bit to obvious; thank goodness Hazel was here- she had met Hyde and she could be on Puddys side... but Hyde attacked her once. Maybe Puddy wasn't in good shape here..
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 4, 2014 18:15:09 GMT
With a small click Dusty opens the door and makes his way in… only to stop and stare utter disbelief as what was before him. “Why?...” He says sitting down looking at the hanging door curtain made with dozens of small silver beads. “That is the worst fashion statement ah have ever seen… Just…. Why?” He hangs his head and looks out the door. Maybe he can use some thing to move it? Some thing? “Hrm… Well…” He walks back out and after a small search gets hold of some wood from a old wood crate and uses it to shove the curtain to the side and slips past it. “This is bloody ridiculous…”
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