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Offline capt. salem

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and the devil threw roses --- open, horse race
« on: March 25, 2020, 08:40:53 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
It was perhaps the most traditional non-traditional thing he'd seen in the Badlands yet; and he hadn't even organized the event, he'd just set up the betting ring!

Four horses, four experienced jockeys, an endurance race starting at the stables, looping around the hills on the outskirts of Badlands territory before shooting off into the city and heading to the beach for the finish line. He wasn't sure if this was animal cruelty or not, but it sounded like fun and he didn't mind lounging on a pilfered lawn chair outside the stables as people milled about and placed their final bets as the jockeys got their horses ready.

He took a sip out of a half-full gallon jug of clean water and set it on the grass, for once in his life not purposefully drawing attention to himself. But, all good things come to an end eventually, and as he noticed two of the jockeys start climbing onto their saddles he stood up and held up a small, white and red piece of fabric.

"Last call on bets. Only place bets with unspent ammunition, and you can only pick one pony," Salem called, grabbing his small ledger from where he'd set it on the grass and casually flipping through it. He wasn't even taking a percentage of the bets, he just liked seeing people lose valuable things.

//As a separate ooc thing, you can actually have your character icly "bet" on any of the horses and if the horse wins I'll send you 5k bones! There's no fee for entry and you don't lose anything if you pick a losing horse, this isn't actually betting.
//The horses are:
1: Sky's Lament
2: Marching Legion
3: Adaigo
4: Whispered Song
All have equal odds of winning, since I'll be using a random number generator from 1-4 to pick.
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Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
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Re: and the devil threw roses --- open, horse race
« Reply #1 on: April 03, 2020, 03:48:20 PM »
"speech" 'thought' text
tw: alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion

Michael yawned, he had taken a nap, what with his injured shoulder he was trying to rest up and get it to heal already. He wasn't all that great at waiting patiently, but, he wasn't as young as he used to be. Twenty, even ten years ago, he would have shrugged off the injury and gone on with life, even kicked the crap out of the guy who'd tried to kill him.

But he wasn't in his thirties anymore. He was in his mid-forties, and was feeling old. It was mostly pyschological, but he still felt old. "I'll wager this 80 year old bottle of scotch on Sky's Lament." It wasn't a loss for him, he wasn't planning on drinking the scotch anyways... he'd been drunk almost every day for a year or two, and that wasn't that long ago.

"How's it going Salem?" Mike had yet to call Salem boss, he didn't trust, or respect the guy enough, he hadn't earned the title.
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Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.

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Re: and the devil threw roses --- open, horse race
« Reply #2 on: April 05, 2020, 03:09:24 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
He had said he'd only take unspent ammunition but... An 80 year old bottle of scotch? Yeah, now he was sorely wishing he'd rigged the race just so he could steal that from Mike. Salem noted the bet down. "I'll just say that's worth a hundred rounds in exchange," Salem commented.

After all, he liked relaxing with expensive wine- and perhaps share it with Sheogorath, whenever he found that man again. He'd just spot the ammunition to the winners and hope nobody called him on it.

"Good I'd say, how's the shoulder treating you?" Salem said, turning to look at Mike. He gestured at the lawn chair invitingly; he was fine with Mike taking his seat, it was only right considering he'd gotten shot recently. See? He could be not-selfish sometimes, maybe. He was starting to regret offering his chair.

The lack of respect from Mike didn't concern him all that much; he'd rather nobody call him Boss, since that's what people called Cat, and he was likely to get hit with a round of unwanted emotions if people started treating him like Catalyst. Salem was fine; it was his last name, so it wasn't like Mike was running around calling him Monty.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
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