Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20161118091948

(Yep o.)

Jeiel wears a bemused smile as he and Doc head to Adelaide's office. "It's not anything peculiar . I'm here in Whitemarch, so the best thing I'd do is to pay my respects to its Regent. I mean, as a representative of the land of Oz, it'd have to be proper for me to show my face. Also, I haven't had a chance to meet her for rea - "

Jeiel is cut off by the jeering of rabble-rousers by a storefront.

"Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, missy??" Says a tall one, cracking his knuckles in preparation for a brawl.

"Louts. Are they actually thinking of hurting a Centaur? Gimme a second Doc, I'll...."



He stops. His mouth falls open in shock.

The tall thug was suddenly flipped down, his hand extended behind his head and one turn away from being wrenched off its joints. Stepping on his head, pinning him down, was a man wearing a cowboy hat over his cropped brown hair, his chin thinly shaven, a single slash wound on his left cheek while a scarf wrapped around his neck flew against the wind.

"Septius?!"

"Ey. If ya want to cau'z a scene 'ere, getcha sorry asses outta this county." Septius Canaveral uttered - and completely broke the poor man's arm.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGGHHHHH!!!"

"WHAT THE F**** IS YOUR DEAL - ?!!"

A second thug found a revolver cocked and ready to fire under his throat. "Ah'd rather not blow yer brains out. This place has the best cawfee ah've tasted. Killin' ya will spoil me morning."



Jeiel's hands tremble. He wasn't overjoyed. He was..... confused.

"Doc....THAT is HIM... but it.. isn't him. "