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westerntrick2013-05-05 09:04 pm
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June 22nd, 1894
It was a particularly dark evening, one without any moon to cast its glow. The streets downtown at least were lit well enough for pedestrians still straggling home but it was of no concern to the man in the overcoat. Not when a simple slip into the world of the dead would negate the need for light at all.
Nor is he on his way to any particular place. For the moment, he's contented himself with leaning back against a wall, watching the occasional person stroll down the street. To them he might as well not be there at all. Today would have been just as uneventful as any other were it not for his earlier meeting with a couple acquaintances of the blue-skinned variety. Weren't many of them around here and they sure stuck out like a sore thumb but the influx of immigrants lately brings many surprises to this land of opportunity. The thought alone would make him smirk had he less motor control.
It was business as usual, more discussions, more requests of proof. Yomiel was happy to oblige but it was starting to feel like they were making him go through the mill for this. It was going to take them a heck of a lot longer to make arrangements at this pace but the truth was...he could wait, if he had to. It'd all pan out in the end.
The thought strikes him that he should probably head home soon but there isn't much reason for it. There's no urgency to his existence, hardly a reason for any adherence to time save for a horse who might need him. The queerness of that thought immediately turns his mood for worse. Maybe he'll drop his body and possess some sap tonight for fun.
Nor is he on his way to any particular place. For the moment, he's contented himself with leaning back against a wall, watching the occasional person stroll down the street. To them he might as well not be there at all. Today would have been just as uneventful as any other were it not for his earlier meeting with a couple acquaintances of the blue-skinned variety. Weren't many of them around here and they sure stuck out like a sore thumb but the influx of immigrants lately brings many surprises to this land of opportunity. The thought alone would make him smirk had he less motor control.
It was business as usual, more discussions, more requests of proof. Yomiel was happy to oblige but it was starting to feel like they were making him go through the mill for this. It was going to take them a heck of a lot longer to make arrangements at this pace but the truth was...he could wait, if he had to. It'd all pan out in the end.
The thought strikes him that he should probably head home soon but there isn't much reason for it. There's no urgency to his existence, hardly a reason for any adherence to time save for a horse who might need him. The queerness of that thought immediately turns his mood for worse. Maybe he'll drop his body and possess some sap tonight for fun.
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"Well. I s'pose you'd be the fool to trust me too, Mr. Justice," he states rather plainly, reaching to grab a stool and tugging it close so he can join Apollo at he bar. The bartender doesn't notice him and that's just as well. He's long since feeling the effects of alcohol. "Ain't got any home, family friends. Just a horse and a dead man's name. Now I have the inclination to agree but someone musta done you some real ill to change your tune so quickly. So what's eatin' ya, partner?"
He reaches to pluck the emptied glass away with a gloved hand, studying it for a second before placing it out of reach. He can't help thinking that with Apollo as drunk as he is, some of the more disgruntled people out there could take advantage of that. Someone could hurt him--do far worse than stash his bike in a river anyway. Yomiel has no intention of leaving him until he's safe at home. It's a strange compulsion to even find himself worried, but the kid's been such fine conversation and a decent link to the living. Even if he knows more than what's good for him. There's a darker part of his mind that speaks up, reminding him that's also a decent link to the sheriff. Yes. True. He'll cross that bridge when he gets to it but it sure as hell ain't right now.