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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[and here's a Wolfwood, wearing a set of robes and trying not to trip over them as he paces angrily near the bar]

Goddammit! I need a smoke!

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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Depends on what's comin' down th' road. Armored cars need heavier ammo t' pierce it, giants shrug off anythin' less than missles, an' so on.

I suppose you can kill with a word or something?

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

Ah...I see.

Ah, I've just had an idea. If we must go days in our realities before we are switched back, I could be here in the Astral Plane for you to come and ask me questions any of the customers might have. Of course, this is only if we need to, as it really isn't fair to ask you to go through that much trouble for my sake. But it is a possible option.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[tries to come up with a way for this rather polite person to try even fitting into his lifestyle and can't picture it. just hard to imagine him dusty, let alone drinking and shooting at bandits]

I guess I could do that. I'm jus' not sure how t' explain Gunsmoke to you. [ponder, ponder] I do know one thing though - there's a big cross shaped object in my bedroom all wrapped up an' everything that I think you shouldn't touch. I don't want t' see you get hurt on it.

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

Ah, alright. I shouldn't touch it at all? [He ponders. Strange request; he thinks maybe it's cursed, but then remembers Wolfwood's world doesn't have magic.] Will this cause problems? Will I be expected to touch it?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

It's a damn tricky gun. If you don' know how t' use a normal one, you ain't gonna know how t' handle that one. Nah, just use the .45 an' it'll be good.