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[Punctuated by a lot of swearing and sand, Wolfwood and a major part of a building appears. Said building has a large chunk missing from its east wall, bullet holes from a large caliber machine gun across the floor running up the west wall and is missing the roof from what looks like some kind of blast. There are tables, and chairs and part of a bar, though most everything is covered by sand.]

Huh, so it can be done. [flops into a chair heedless of the sand and lights up a cigarette] Hope no one minds.

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[Laughing,] Well, it's whole enough for this place. Wow. [Rounds behind the bar, rummages around for a moment, then reappears with an intact bottle of alcohol, brushing sand off it.] This is incredible.

[Sets the bottle down and looks up at Wolfwood again.] How did you get this here? Did you just...hold onto the building?

[shrugs, pretty surprised that no one's tried bringing a building over before] Hey. is that bourbon? I could use a shot of that.

Well, sorta. A couple kicks also helped.

[Hei shakes his head, still chuckling. Just when you think things can't get weirder...But Hei spins the cap off the bottle and manages to find a shot glass among the shelves that is not only unbroken but also not full of sand. He poors a shot and passes it to Wolfwood.]

You are one industrious person, sir.

Edited 2008-02-11 06:01 (UTC)

[Wolfwood would say there are weirder things in the world and then will point out Vash as a really weird example He accepts the glass and tosses back the shot] He~y it's still good. Doesn't that beat all?

Nah, just curious. This place got to have limits somewhere, right?

Adds alcohol to the list of things we can bring here, I suppose.

[Looks over the torn-up bar.] Still. Nicely done, bringing this here. [Eying the bullet holes]...Was it in this condition before?

And smokes, of course.

[Wolfwood doesn't look around since he pretty much knows why it's in the state it's in] Th' holes an' shit? Yeah. There was a showdown 'tween a couple o' gunmen that tore up th' town pretty bad. This place ain't been fixed up yet.

A showdown?

[Hei rubs his forehead and thinks of all the questions he could ask about Westerns and Wyatt Earp, but instead settles for,] Is the town okay now?

[pauses and tries to come up with a reasonable explination for the damage that didn't involve talking about himself]

It's nothin' uncommon, jus' hard on the buildings. But yeah, the town's rebuilding an' people are coming back.

Edited 2008-02-11 20:39 (UTC)

Your world sounds relatively dangerous. [Not that Hei is one to talk.]

Are they going to miss their bar or are you planning on keeping this here? It would be nice to have chairs around here.

It can be if a person's not tough.

[looks around and shrugs] Some people might not like it being here but I figured we can keep th's chairs and tables and send back the rest of it.

Heh.

That'd be nice, a sort of cafe under the stars...

It'll give us a place t' sit and ashtrays. Gotta love the ashtrays.

Chairs and ashtrays would be a plus.

Oh, sorry. I never introduced myself. I'm Li Shengshun.

Everyone can bring their own drinks. I doubt I'm gonna be able t' bring much up.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood, at your service.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Wolfwood.

Nice to meet you too.

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