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boothill had been rather quiet , keeping to himself since the group entered , he seemed a little frustrated , but it wasn't big enough for him to comment on .

once asked to set his weapon down , he took out a sigh , setting it down with a few of his bullets , eyeing the other who had been examining the three .

at least this guy knows what he said , a quick investigation of both the codex , the different books , and the gun are done . “ alright , you two are good . ” A look to Clorinde. “Just the sword and the gun?”

Boothill picked up his gun as the rest were talking , eyes wandering around the place they'd ended up as he hummed quiet , off in his own world as he took in the view of the place , waiting for the group to catch up as he heard from the man .

a quick examination , then a nod . “ Alright , good enough . Delta’s next . Short lady with the blonde locks and black dress . ”

so he headed over along with the rest , off to meet up with the woman they were told about .

As the three would approach, they would meet the leader of this rather large encampment. Despite how much effort may have gone into her appearance, no amount of makeup can properly hide the sheer drained expression she permanently wears, even when offering a smile to the new guests. “Welcome. You three can call me Delta. Can I get your names and where you folks came from?”

" The names Boothill , not many aside from my partners have heard my name , and there ain't a forker that's challenged me ended up livin' to spread my name , I ain't from anywhere specific , I'm a bit of a wanderer . " he wasn't exactly sure what to say about where he's from -- but he's not exactly lying , either .

”Boothill. Got it. Don’t go shootin’ nobody now. We don’t need no senseless violence here, just people tryin’ to survive.” A check mark.

a grin formed on his face as he introduced himself , looking to his other partners to begin speaking .

The Embers Echoes Quarry 一 Dr. Ratio, Boothill, and Clorinde

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about time someone took an ask for his place -- he was too scared to bring it up since he wasn't sure how they'd react .

at the mention of it , his revolver was lifted out of his pocket . " figured y'all weren't from the same place as me , judging by your clothes , ain't heard diddly squat 'bout no teyvat , sorry to tell ya . " that same , mischievous grin he usually tends to carry , spinning the revolver once , popping it out -- a bullet straight out of it , into his mouth . " reckon i'm a lot different from you folk , as well . " fist lightly pounding his metallic chest twice .

a brow from the other raises at the metallic sound. "hm. I've seen stranger, in all truth, but... curious that you haven't heard of teyvat. was that not where you were for the film festival beforehand?"

his eyes lit up a little , so that's the name , huh ? " that's what that place was called -- ? i kept hearin' folk call it somethin' about a fountain . "

correcting him , they spoke up . "fontaine, but yes. it's one of the nations of teyvat."

" well , I guess bein' there is 'bout the most I know regardin' that place , back home , I'm somethin' called a Galaxy Ranger . " he spoke with nothing but pure pride in his voice , he wouldn't ever hide what he was in a situation like this , his name carried no true weight here , but in his own metallic heart -- it was the most powerful thing .

“I don’t think I’ve heard of those before. but it sounds like it matches your aesthetic,” a head tilt, then a look around —- “really think we need to wait until dusk to find these two, ranger boothill?”

his eyes had been wandering around , looking out for good spots to watch from , where they could be coming from and all .

" askin' me ? well , i ain't too sure , I've been thinkin' bout this thing , I reckoned -- we play the long game , wait for those forkers to make a move n'all , if they're active at night , safe to assume they're inactive at day , follow 'em back to their base , I reckon -- but it's risky with one bein' a darned horse , ain't ever gone and fought one of 'em before , so this one's out of my realm of expertise . " arms crossed as he took a look around . " so if we don't know what to do ? take 'em head on , meet 'em on their turf , bit of a roundabout answer to ya' question , but I hope it made sense . "

he let out a quiet sigh , lowering his hat over his face to block out the sun . . .

woah there pardner

GHOverture24 - Hellwalker, No Call No Show

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as he stepped out , he let out a quiet sigh , his attempts at information gathering wasn't the best , but at the very least , he didn't have nothing ! " most i can tell ya is odd jobs , aside from the train , is the way to go when it comes to trying to earn money . . . what caught ma' eye the most , though , was the mention of bounties . " a very visible grin on his face at the mention of it .

" miss honey in there said they got 'em down at the town hall , so if that's of interest to either of y'all , it's a mighty fine option , our friends got way more info outta them there , though . " his eyes and focused turned , thumb pointing towards Arlecchino .

woah there pardner

GHOverture24 - Hellwalker, No Call No Show

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his expression dropped , looking down at his hand covering the drink he's yet to get to pop open . . . this was about his last straw today , but it's fine , the Trailblazer had always been a . . . quirky fella , so he'll have some tolerance .

" look , I'm alright , promise ya -- i just wanna drink my can of pop n' let that be that , we can talk after . "

trying to gently nudge his hand off the top of his soda , he doesn't wanna shove him , but he REALLY wanted this can of soda .

" nah -- fella , i told you i'm good ! i don't want nothin' alcoholic right now , we can order some after , but i REALLY wanna drink this ! "

{ Who, What, Where? } - Scene 3

Penacony will forever haunt Caelus. So much suffering in the supposed Land of Dreams. And his prompt is a tad too uncomfortable a reminder. Oh well- might as well just get it over with. Might as well just get it over with-

And--- ACTION!

The scene is set- a calm atmosphere of a look-alike 'Dream Lounge' ( interesting choice, but he'll take the familiar setting over being lost ), extras here and there at some seats scattered around the space. He's not the bartender this time around, which is both a nice change of pace yet also a strange feeling. A quick glance and see spots his scene partner, easily identifiable by not only his height, but the big black cowboy hat. Nameless can already hear the tiny, barely noticeable voices begging for mercy, a ghostly cry for help-

A nervous shuffling of feet to reach his destination, an arm playfully placed over the seated man's shoulder. Caelus does another fast scan of the counter, taking note of all the glasses and bottles, both empty and not, spanning from end to end. Not all of these were from Boothill, obviously, but man there are a lot just.. left. Where was the fictional tender to clean up the mess left behind by "other patrons"? Stop. Thinking too much about it- the silver can't help it, when he's been on the other side of that counter.

❛ H-Hey there, lone Ranger! Haven't seen you in a while. What have you been up to? ❜

Not the most original conversation starter, but lad's brain is going haywire as it is, so Caelus it just glad he was able to provide anything at all.

said lone ranger -- had been dealing with the scorching heat , even his metallic body was unable to handle the darned heat around here , you could cook an egg on his chest , that's how bad it was getting , he was overheating , panting -- sat at the bar .

in his hand ? a nice , cold , bubbly can of soda he'd yet to open , just when he finally got to sit down , ready to pop the can open .

" ah -- shucks , if it ain't the trailblazer . . . look -- man , i'll love ta chat , ya just gotta give me a darn second -- i need to cool down . "

he took a deep breath , getting ready to pop his soda can open once again .

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{ Who, What, Where? } - Scene 3

Penacony will forever haunt Caelus. So much suffering in the supposed Land of Dreams. And his prompt is a tad too uncomfortable a reminder. Oh well- might as well just get it over with. Might as well just get it over with-

And--- ACTION!

The scene is set- a calm atmosphere of a look-alike 'Dream Lounge' ( interesting choice, but he'll take the familiar setting over being lost ), extras here and there at some seats scattered around the space. He's not the bartender this time around, which is both a nice change of pace yet also a strange feeling. A quick glance and see spots his scene partner, easily identifiable by not only his height, but the big black cowboy hat. Nameless can already hear the tiny, barely noticeable voices begging for mercy, a ghostly cry for help-

A nervous shuffling of feet to reach his destination, an arm playfully placed over the seated man's shoulder. Caelus does another fast scan of the counter, taking note of all the glasses and bottles, both empty and not, spanning from end to end. Not all of these were from Boothill, obviously, but man there are a lot just.. left. Where was the fictional tender to clean up the mess left behind by "other patrons"? Stop. Thinking too much about it- the silver can't help it, when he's been on the other side of that counter.

❛ H-Hey there, lone Ranger! Haven't seen you in a while. What have you been up to? ❜

Not the most original conversation starter, but lad's brain is going haywire as it is, so Caelus it just glad he was able to provide anything at all.

said lone ranger -- had been dealing with the scorching heat , even his metallic body was unable to handle the darned heat around here , you could cook an egg on his chest , that's how bad it was getting , he was overheating , panting -- sat at the bar .

in his hand ? a nice , cold , bubbly can of soda he'd yet to open , just when he finally got to sit down , ready to pop the can open .

" ah -- shucks , if it ain't the trailblazer . . . look -- man , i'll love ta chat , ya just gotta give me a darn second -- i need to cool down . "

he took a deep breath , getting ready to pop his soda can open once again .

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[DRESSING ROOM]

A jingle, the door opening to the boutique. "Welcome to Chioriya Boutique, how can I—" She stops, mouth agape as she perceives the mechanical cowboy before her. A tilt of her head to the side, eyes squinting, bemused and baffled by this strange man before her. A need pinched between her thumb and index in indirectly pointed towards him, with her hand flourishing an open palm, silently asking too many questions to feasibly understand.

"A. A crop top? A zip up crop top? A zip up, long sleeve crop top? With the cuffs folded? Who let you dress like that this morning? This is more dire than I ever could've anticipated. Come on, I need your measurements." Several, small, circular hand gestures, ushering the cowboy in closer. "This isn't gonna fix itself. Chop, chop!"

all he wanted to do was come in and look at the fancy hats , that's all he wanted , he wasn't even sure if he came into the right store , his eyes looked around a little , before his attention turned to the woman who welcomed him , he raised a hand and went to open his mouth -- serrated teeth shining through , but before words could leave his lips . . . the criticism began rolling in , his expression grew more and more shocked by the second , he kept trying to speak , but each time , another comment to his outfit , this was baffling ! who was this woman ? !

" hey -- I'll have you -- the zipper is con -- the sleeves are com -- i don't want them in the way ! i dressed my darned self ! who the fork you callin' dire ? ! " measurements ? what's she on about ? despite his confusion , he just followed her lead , her commanding aura was simply overpowering , he felt like he couldn't really say no to whatever she was saying .

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Snapping his fingers , calling out once she spoke it .

" Takoyaki ! that's that one I meant ta' say ! "

arms crossed , smug grin on his face , looking all overly confident , nodding to himself , oh , how confident the stupid boy looked , in reality , he was doing this to try and hold himself back -- the absurdity was really getting to him .

" I know tha' difference , I told ya , it was the butt crack o' dawn ! "

he dodges the chalk , as if anticipating for it to go flying past him -- jumping once the teacher raised her voice , he was flabbergasted -- appalled !

" Well son of a darned gun ! I can't BELIEVE this ! after all the forkin' work I be puttin' into this freakin' class , studyin' all them freaky see creatures n' all these six legged , eight legged , AQUATIC FREAKIN' ABOMINATIONS ! I don't wanna come back to this class anymore ! I quit this darn class , ya hear ? ! "

before angrily storming out the prop door -- never to be seen in the class again . . .

only for a moment -- walking up to her desk , opening his backpack , slamming down the homework , covered completely in ink .

" AND FOR THE RECORD ! I DID TAKE IT , I WANTED TO BE NICE TO YA' AND MAKE YA' NOT LOOK AT THE DARNED HOMEWORK COVERED IN INK ! BUT I DON'T GIVE A GOSH DARN ANYMORE ! "

out he goes once more , truly -- never to be seen in the class once again .

non! zéro! barre-toi!

[ what, who, where — scene 2 ]

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" AIN'T SQUIDS THE FUDGERS THAT SHOOT THEM BLACK N' GOOPY INK STUFF OUTTA THEMSELVES ? ! "

it was very hard for Boothill to keep his composure , he didn't even realize he made a mistake , at this point , he was genuinely confused , you poor , poor cowboy .

" I ain't got a moment , I got places to be , lady ! "

his arms are crossed , fixing his hat on his head and crossing his arms , tapping his feet against the floor .

" I mean , I can go n' dig that goopy thing out the trash , all the papers were all soaked ! I wasn't gonna bring 'em in , you can give me it again , I'll get it done this time ! "

he taps his chin a few times , answering as casually as he could . " well , what else ya gonna do with the squid comin' outta yer drain ? they went n' made 'em into that uh , taco yucker stuff , what was it again ? " scratching the side of his head .

non! zéro! barre-toi!

[ what, who, where — scene 2 ]

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he was trying really hard as well -- not breaking character here was rather rough , since the absurdity of it was just . . . jarring ! he clenched his metal fists , raising his voice once she responded .

" I didn't say it was no army of forkin' squids , I said one of them darned eight tentacled freakin' lousy sack of incs came up my doggone drain and shot his ink all the firetruck over my papers ! I ain't tellin no gosh-darn lie to ya ! "

the mere act of the chalk throwing caught him off guard , jumping back just a little as if to defend himself -- but . . . just staring for a second as it hit the ground .

" you tell ma' old man and he'll tell ya the same forkin' thing , he had to wrangle that squid out the house at the butt crack of dawn ! i dunno what to tell ya , teach ! "

non! zéro! barre-toi!

[ what, who, where — scene 2 ]

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[ what, who, where — scene 2 ]

"Class is dismissed! But—" Bailu points her ruler at the monsieur in metal, her supposed student despite his intimidating frame and vastly superior height. "—you stay behind. I need to talk to you."

The ensemble shuffle out, leaving Boothill alone with her onstage. They stand in the middle of a now empty classroom set, with the Healer Lady positioned in front of a chalk-dusted blackboard.

Bailu puts her hands on her hips. Though she's never had what one would call an orthodox schooling, she plays the part of the exasperated teacher well—if only because she has her own exasperated teachers as a reference. 

She adjusts the thin wire frame of her glasses, and begins to approach him. She flicks her tail impatiently behind her.

"Where is the paper I assigned you? It was due today and you didn't pass it!" She has to crane her neck to look up at him, which she knows makes her look childish. So she tries to offset it by forming a fiercer scowl with her face—as fierce as she can get with those chubby cheeks of hers, anyways.

"This is the fifth time you haven't submitted your assignment. Are you even taking this class seriously? Sacré bleh! You're close to failing!"

Just as he was thinkin' he was home free , getting ready to head out the classroom as quick as he could -- stopped in his tracks , he didn't even have to see , that ruler was pointed at him .

awkwardly , he stood there , playing the role of some sort of delinquent , a kid who ends up in trouble for one reason or another ?yeah , a galaxy ranger can probably do that well .

tapping his metal fingers together , eyes shifting around , if his body could be dripping sweat , it would right about now , this tiny teacher lady was scary -- even outside of the acting part , not someone he's gonna ever try and mess with .

" Well , ya see . . . I'm takin' it seriously ! I'm really tryin' my best , an' i know this one sounds a little . . . forked up , I've had some cranky excuses before , but this one is as real as it can get ! "

he cleared his throat , nervous . . . this ain't an easy one to explain .

" y'see , i was doin my homework kinda late at night , so i was in the kitchen , finishin' up the stuff i had to do , gettin a late night snack . . . then a forkin' squid comes on up outta my drains , i damn near blasted the darned thing ! but before anythin' he came n' sprayed his flippin' nasty rear ink all over my papers ! "

. . . she wasn't gonna buy this , was she ?

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The awkward silence had been deafening , he felt discouraged , he felt ready to walk off stage , to give up -- go back to working his honest nine to five , give up the dream of a comedian he longed for , for so long .

yet piercing the silence -- like a ray of light breaking through the ever consuming darkness , a quiet applause caused his eyes to widen , gripping the mic , unable to contain a laughter of his own , his tone of voice matched hers , quite literally robotic , in this sense .

" heh , c'mon , y'all can't get a laugh out like she can ? lighten up , will ya ? ! "

he called out , pacing back and forth between the stage . . . if one person could find his joke funny , that was enough to keep a guy going .

" alrighty -- let's try this one , then .

tell me , why'd the cowboy bring a pencil out to the shootout against the IPC ? heh -- heh . "

he's not even able to contain his own laughter on this one .

" cause he wanted to DRAW his weapon first ! HAH ! "

WHO , WHAT , WHERE ! !

clearing his throat as he stepped up on the mock stage , tapping the mic to ensure it was on , looking at the audience , all eyes on him , picking up the mic . " alrighty fellers -- how we all doin' tonight ?

lemme ask ya somethin' , now why did the cowboy go an' bring a ladder to the bar ? "

waiting a second , needing the perfect comedic timing .

" cause he heard them drinks were on the house ! "

. . .

" heh , guess you could say it was pretty high stakes . "

shucks , ain't gettin nothin .

" some tough mother forkers in the crowd tonight , eh ? "

the first joke was always just a warm up , though . . . right ?

You’re a ghost who haunts a comedy club, and you only like terrible jokes. Now sit back and prepare for your cue!

the silence is deafening. and yet within the crowd, eventually, there is a lone clap ringing through the set. the same pair of hands continues its steady rhythm, the sound leading to...

"... haha."

lynette, a wraith wrapped in white, breaks the still air with her monotonous voice. despite its robotic drone, delivered in tandem with her half-lidded gaze, there are a few select people on this earth that could tell that she is very much not feigning amusement.

"hahaha... on the house. high stakes."  and a phantom of a smile twitches the phantom's lips. it drops when heads turn, and lynette simply stares back at the dry crowd.

"... what? don't be rude. go ahead, give him a round of applause."  her loosely-bandaged arm dangles out. ooh, scary.  "i'll haunt you if you don't."

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✰ OVERTURE 2024 ! – reblog & send to earn theater tickets.

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[COSTUME RACK] - Need the perfect outfit for your next scene? Look no further! Costumes of every shape and size are yours for the taking, and don't worry if they don't fit! Surely someone around here knows their way around a needle and thread...

[SHARE A COFFEE] - When in Fontaine, it’s impossible to not see every other person walking around with a cup of coffee from the Café Lutece. With all this commotion, business is booming, and what better way to keep the energy up than with a nice, warm cup o’ joe.

[MIC CHECK] - It's hard work to make sure all the equipment is good working order! Help the sound team out by singing in a few notes with a partner.

[STUNT DOUBLE] - Why risk an actor's safety when we can risk yours! Take a fall for a friend, or maybe make one take it for you...

[FIGHT SCENE] - Fighting can be tough, but faking a fight and making it look real is even more difficult. How about a demonstration for these blossoming actors?

[PHOTO OP]- Ready to best capture the occasion, there are countless photographers and photo booths stationed around the city. All it takes is a little mora and those fond memories can be preserved for eternity!

[CLEANUP CREW] - Working on a movie can be quite messy, so it’s all hands on deck to get the set ready for the next scene. While not quite thrilling, help is appreciated all the same.

[CUT LOOSE] - There's music all throughout the streets, and where there is music, there's a moment to dance! Grab someone special and show them your best moves!

[RING TOSS] - A classic game known all across the galaxy! Toss the ring onto the bottle, and earn a prize: your very own miniature armored crab!

[VINGT-ET-UN] - Let’s go gambling! The best bar in Fleuve Cendre is holding a Black Jack tournament. It’s time to test your luck and see if you can make it big, or lose it all.

[CUP PONG] - If gambling isn’t your kind of thing, maybe something lower stakes, though your stomach may hate you tomorrow. And don't worry about what's in the cup, it's totally just Fonta.

[DRESSING ROOM] - Getting prettied up for the camera is quite the arduous task. It takes a proper team to make these actors look flawless, and with everyone so busy, how about lending a hand?

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hi monsieur boophill

hello little kitty thing

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DESCENDING LIKE A DEEP SEA DIVER .

starter for @romaritimes

this place was certainly rather strange compared to where he's used to being , fontaine was an odd place that he can't really say he was the biggest fan of , but he's getting used to it for the short time he's gonna be here .

being a galaxy ranger , he travels to a ton of different places for varying reasons , so he's seen his fair share of places , but all the noise here was starting to become a bother .

with a heavy sigh , he wandered off for just a little bit , heading off to the beach and crouching down . . .

staring at his reflection in the water , pondering , thinking .

when he saw something . . . was something moving down in the water ? what the hell was that ? trying to lean in as close as he could without falling in , tilting his head as it was getting closer and closer to the surface , hand reaching towards his gun incase it was aggressive . . .

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steel and sea .

starter for @dellarosula .

what a situation he's been put in , he thought infiltrating this airship -- taking out a few IPC , grabbing some intel and darting would be a quick and simple task . . . who would've known things could go this bad ?

it was a trap , set just for the gunslinging cowboy cyborg , surrounded by what felt like hundreds of IPC and bigshots , who all looked way too smug about this .

reasonably so -- beaten , battered , exposed inner workings of his mechanical body , scratches and cuts on his face , heavy breaths coming from him , hand still on his gun despite it all .

eyes darted around the room -- every exit was covered , wasn't it ? this situation isn't looking good for him .

even still , he had a smug grin on his face , did they really think he didn't have a way out ? he spun the chamber in his revolver , before firing one at the ceiling , which was paired with a loud explosion .

the wall behind him burst open , of course he had an escape plan ready , he just needed to get to the right spot . . .

" alrighty then -- toodle-oo , forkers ! "

he tipped his hat , as they started opening fire , he fell backwards , diving straight down off the side of the ship , into the body of water below him . . . what's going on ? why was his vision feeling all blurry ?

. . .

. . .

on the shores of fontaine , those walking by would see what looked like nothing more then a hunk of metal washed up and left to rust , those who looked closer would see a rather fancy looking hat not too far off . . . those who looked even closer ?

they'd see boothill , partly buried beneath the sand -- they'd see a mix of man and machine , unconscious upon the shores .

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the first thing that could be heard from anyone nearby or passing by the area surrounding the once was clockie statue was loud screams , bickering back and forth , with a rather distinct voice shouting out louder over the rest of the crowd . " i just got over here minutes ago , the hell you tryna point fingers at me for ? ! "

among some other , rather vulgar -- as vulgar as he could get , at the very least , he's showing some rather strong restraint , believe it or not !

to think after all that had happened not even a month ago -- saving penacony , helping everyone in the ways they did , THIS is the thanks he's getting ? not that really anyone was aware of all that , but that's not what's on his mind right now !

as he was about to likely push the situation a little further , stepping forward towards the person who had been the loudest in return to him -- a familiar face caused him to take a step back . . . so the memokeeper wanted to show her face ? she mentioned showing up quick when things got rough -- but he didn't even call her name , yet here she was .

somehow , her presence alone calmed the situation , letting out a sigh before moving towards her , he was as grumpy looking as ever , but this time , he had proper reason .

" i ain't cleanin' no darned statue that i didn't lay a hand on , nor does boothill play pretend ! with yer help , gettin' to the bottom of this ain't gonna be a challenge , surely you've got some ideas in mind already ? "

this one right here mr. officer!

script: swirl, lead actor: @dustymetaltrail

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what is a "fudger" and how does it "muddle"?

yer applebottom knows darn well what a muddle fudger is .