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westerntrick2013-05-05 09:04 pm
temsikspirit) wrote in westerntrick2013-05-05 09:04 pm
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, guess ya could make worse decisions s'far as company goes," he drawls, cocking his head with something of a smile. It doesn't last long, however. Apollo's gestures and uneasy tone alone are enough to sink a strange pang of empathy in his spirit. Gavin. That guy was Apollo's mentor, right? Tall, blond, bespectacled German--yeah, he remembers.
"So there was a wolf in the Sheriff's herd? I ain't surprised." That comes out sounding bitter, and he is. As far as he's concerned, Cabanela is just as bad...but he's maybe a little upset that a nice guy like Deputy Justice had to go and get caught up in it. Clearly it was someone he looked up to, trusted. Everyone gets tarnished in some way or another but that doesn't make it any nicer to look at. He raises an arm to sling it around Apollo's shoulders, giving his forearm a brief squeeze in what he hopes is an amiable gesture.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Justice. I'm sure y'all lawmen are gonna be up in arms for a while, ain't gonna be easy. Don't blame ya one bit for drinkin'. ...But I think you're hittin' yer limit if you wanna git home alright."