Wild West Jump (open)

OOC Sighn ups: https://ttrpg.forumotion.com/t2385-wild-west-jump#41148
The year is 1901, and the city is Jump. Described as the Manhattan of the west by many it's the only place with water for hundreds of miles. Thogh it's large don't let it fool you, this is no Metropilis it's residents are as hard and as mean as the west itself. The entire town is ruled by a crimelord known only as "The Preacher". He owns the law, the crooks, and uses the maryor as a pupet. But don't let those things distact you, Jump is filled with numerouse other things such as it's famouse saloons, casinos, and brothles. This is the west so remeber watch your back.

BIC
They came in on horses. Large black ones, the type ranchers would pay through the teeth to get. There were only seven but if they wanted to they could end the whole town... Or at least he could. He led them like his disciples through the desert. Though the town was filled with bigshot criminals like him he could outmatch them all. He was known not by name but rather by calling, and those who called him and lived called him by... The Preacher
He wasn't here on any type of personal matters it was business. He stoped at the barbers house. The barber was an old beared fellow. His wife had died in childbirth and left him to raise his daughter who was now sixteen. Though the barber made decent cash it was only enough to get by and the store had been robbed so many times that they were bearly mangeing that. So his daughter took a loan she knew she could never pay back, but not from the bank... From The Preacher.
He sent his men in the house. They came out ten minuets later with a bloody beaten barber. They threw him on the ground and kicked him for a couple of minutes until The Preacher raised his hand for them to stop. He then drew his gun and waited a couple of seconds. She came running out. She was crying, her father was the only thing she had and if she lost him well... She'd have nothing. She curled up next to him telling him "It'll be OK." through her tears.
Two hundred and twenty six dollars, Jenny...
He said. It was like whenn he talked the whole world got tuned out.
"Please let him live!.... I'm so sorry I took that mon-"
She was cut mid-sentence because the preacher had kicked her square in the jaw.
Childeren are seen, not heard, Jenny.
His men draged the barber and his daughter to there horses and tied them up. The Preacher leaned over to one of his men.
Rally the town's people, and meet us at the ravine. We are haveing a baptism today.
The man nodded and ran off quickly.

One Hour Later
The Ravine was packed with almost everyone in town. The Preacher, his men, the barber and his daughter were all out on the water on a floating raft. Also on the raft were two chairs. The Preacher sat in one with a smile on his face. He stood up and began speaking.
Good people of Jump. I stand before you today with not one, but two sinner's. These two have stolen church money and need to be put down like the animals they are! Now for those of you new to town I'll explain how this works. We strap the sinners into chairs and shoot them into the water. If they come up the Lord has truly preformed a miracle and want's them to be safe. But if he doesn't... Well they can float all the way down to hell!
He said to the crowd. His man tied the barber up first. They set him on the edge of the raft, and got away from him. The Preacher raised his gun and shot him threw the chest point blank. The force of the shot threw the barber into the water, and though a few bubles came up. He never did. The men began staping Jenny into the chair and sat her at the edge of the raft. The Preacher raised his gun and smiled.
Any last word's?... Sinner.

A man was sitting on a train heading from New York to a place called Jump, he was dressed in a black suit with metal crosses on his sleeves. To those who looked him over quickly he looked like any random person from a city, but in actuality he was none other than Dead Eye, one of the most deadly bounty hunters to be born east of the Mississippi. He was here on official government business, he was supposed to be hunting down the Preacher. Dead Eye looked through the files he was given, apparently the Preacher basically ran Jump and all the crime there. Dead Eye put the files back in his pack and closed his ees, shortly falling asleep.

6 Hours Later
Dead Eye woke up as the train pulled to a stop at Jump Station. He picked up his luggage and walked towards the Casino he was staying at when he heard a speech from a seemingly important person: "Good people of Jump. I stand before you today with not one, but two sinners. These two have stolen church money and need to be put down like the animals they are! Now for those of you new to town I'll explain how this works. We strap the sinners into chairs and shoot them into the water. If they come up the Lord has truly preformed a miracle and want's them to be safe. But if he doesn't... Well they can float all the way down to hell!" The man then proceeded to tie up and shoot another man execution style and then set up a young girl the same way. I pulled out my pistol and shot the pistol out of the man's hand, I assumed he was the Preacher. "Hey! Didn't your mother ever teach you to treat a woman with respect?" I yelled out to him, my east coast accent was clear in my words.

A single soul troted in to town on a black and white tobiano Pinto Horse, one that was good horse for traveling and probably costed quite a bit of gold. The figure on the horse was mysterious, wearing a hood of the color of the sand. The details of the figure weren't seen, the hood hiding all of her except her small dainty hands, holdin on to the mostly white mane of the horse below her, and her black, dusty, tall and worn leather boots. They looked like normal black cowboy kind of boots. The figure stopped her horse a few feet from the little gathering. She watched from under her hood, a small smirk on her pale and odd tinted pink little lips. It disappaered when she noticed Dead Eye shoot the gun out of The Preacher's hand.

She licked her lips softly with her snake tounge then flicked her tounge over her teeth inside her mouth. She lightly ran her tounge over her fangs folded on the roof of her mouth. She smirked softly. She was full on vemon in both fangs. She would click her tounge and walked her horse slowly toward a bar close by, watching and listening closly.

Paige was wearing her usual dress ,singing her usual begining song JW Myers's when you were sweet sixteen, in the usualy Saloon (bar) that every traveler went to went they arrived in Jump city. Her hair was very long, her 4 sharp teeth pointy, and her long pointy ears had nice little earings on them.

Paige finished the song and delivered some beers and heard the usual wistle when she bent over as she placed down the beer. Paige would wip around and did a round house kick to the mans face and as he got up looking angerly at her she pointed to a sign by the man behin the counters head that read. "Warning wistling at the singer my cause you much pain"

The man got up geting ready to hit Paige as she stared him down knowing he wouldn't get a hit in as a man flung the saloons doors open and ordered all of the people out by the lake. Paige loved Jump but hated what the Preacher was turning it into. A little while later the preacher brought jenny and her fauther out into the water. Paige had warned her of taking a loan from the preacher but apparently didn't listen to her,

Paige swam into the water ways off so no one could see her and made an energy bubble around her head so she could breath. Paige swam up to the man cuting him free healing him and bringing him back to where she had swam into the water in. The man looked at her and smiled.

"Thank you Paige for your help I Surely wound have died if it wasn't for you."

"Theres no need for thanks I do this out of the kindness of my heart. I do this all the time for the kind hearted people the Preacher tries to kill now I must go if I wish to save Jenny when I return with her you to must leave jump and never return as long as the preacher remains here."

She said with a slight actsent then heard a man speak and looked to the crowd of people moving away from the man who dared speak against the Preacher.

"It seems we have another man who thinks he can stop the preacher, Oh I hope this one doesn't end up like the last one..."

The last one having been killed a horible death infrount of everyone else in a more horible way than the baptism but some how he made it seem like it was still a holy way of killin inocent people.

Tiberius rose through the sand his head popping out slightly and looked up at his partner deadeye. "Did we manage to find him or is it another false alarm?" Tiberius slipped back into the sand before anyone noticed him.
Tiberius was eager to fight again it had been a while since he'd been needed deadeye was the face for the duo, Tiberius took out groups that would be too large for deadeye alone. Tiberius was listening to what was going on above the sand.

Dominic had just about wrapped up with his apprentice duties at the blacksmiths shop for the day, when he was called by his boss to go see ANOTHER execution. He really hated them. He saw what the preacher was doing as completely wrong. Amoral.

The man... shot and in the water. Somehow had survived... and his bullet wound healed? Strange. Then the girl was to be shot. He had seen jenny a few times when her father came in to have a few of his tools adjusted... but he never really talked to her. One of the things that came at being shy around the young ladies of the town.

But this time... she had a gun to her head.

Someone seemed to speak up against the preacher, and had even gone so far as to shoot the gun from his hand.

Dominic could tell he was from the east... after all, until he moved to jump to pursue a different life than his small town home, he had lived on the east coast. He even had an eastern coast accent.

Dominic his hand to his belt... if this guy was going to fight preacher... he would need a little help. He figured he might have to use a little something he had built in his spare time.

A hude dust cloud went straight to Jump city and as the sand fell down to the ground a wouman wearing a black trench coat, black cowboy hat, purple bandana over her mouth, a purple and black uzer on, black cowboy boots and a short skirt was revealed. The woman walked into town and stoped when she saw a anted poster over herself and smirked under her bandana and riped it off crumbling it into a ball and tossing it be hind her. The woman had 2 cross bows one on each side of her belt . She walked threw the crowed of people and paused. She pulled out a picture of the preacher from her pocket.

She had been paid alot of money to kill him first since alot of people wanted him dead. She walked up by a man she knew well Dead Eye she had ran into him once before and was bond to run into him again. She heard him talk and shoot the gun from the preachers hand and walked up to him.

"Sorry to ruin you big entrance but I've been paid a pretty penny to kill The preacher first so get out of the way or die."

She then grabed out her cross bows.

Rain "Firecracker" Bow had lived in Jump her whole life, still lived with her parents even. She was out that day in the woods across the way from where the action was going down. She was about ten feet from the coast when the Preacher started rambling. Ugh... Here he goes again... I wonder who done it this time... she thought as she went further into the forest. She hated these executions. She kept telling herself one of these days she was going to be the one to put an end to this madness and tyranny. As the first shot went off she recognized Jenny's scream. She gasped and ran to the edge watching in horror as her best friend was about to be blown to bits. Tears weld up in her eyes as they tied her to the chair. She pulled out her gun with shaky hands and aimed it at his back. Just then a man interrupted the Preacher and shot his gun out of his hand. Bow was shocked and amazed. She dropped her gun and dropped her jaw. The air went still as a silence fell across the group waiting for what would happen next.

As soon as the gun left The Preachers hand all of his disciples had there gun's on the new man. Everyone could tell he was a city boy.
Well, well, well. Everbody know's aint no Hell like New York... Aint that right "city boy". Now I know the boys up in washington have problems with me but to actually have the corage to send another up here. Well that's just sick... It's like dilebrate murder! But you are indeed a sinner therfore you must be punished... But I won't alow scum such as yourself the beauty of a baptism. No, no. You deserve somthing far less holy for shooting at a man of God.
His men lowered there gun's. It was almost like they knew exactly what he was going to say. The Preacher raised his hand with a fistfull of bill's.
First man to kill this "sinner"... Get's Jennys Two hundred and twenty six dollars!
He saw another assassin walk through the crowd.
And One hundred for the Wh*re!
As soon as he said that most of the men (or the scummy one's anyways) turned to the newcommers and fired upon them. The crowd dispersed quickly. They knew the drill, this wasn't the first time The Preacher had ordered a public hit. The disciples started rowing for the other side of the shore. They threw Jenny on the ground and The Preacher sat down beside her. He smiled and stroked her hair. Right after that he picked up the gun that had been shot out of his hand.
Spare the rod... Spoil the child!
Then... In cold blood... He put a bullet between her eye's. He stood up and brushed what had got on him off. He got on his horse, and motioned his men to go on. He however stayed. Gun in each hand. Smiling at the "fun" across the shore.

Dead Eye hid behind a barrel and prayed for a second, "Dear Lord, please forgive me for I'm about to sin, these men know not what they do nor who they follow. Oh glorious Lord, give me the strength to deliver these men to your judgement, amen." He popped up and started shooting, it seemed as though he barely looked at each target before choosing another, in a matter of seconds he shot 6 men in the head.

Maira doged the bullets returning fire with her cross bows at inhuman speeds and killedv multiple men. Maira then looked at the Preacher.

"Now I am going to kill you for three reasons. one bein I have to, two being you thought those men could stop me and three is for callin me ah Whore."

She said then smirked under her bandana.

"To be honest I don't quite underr stand this whole god thing. He didn't put me here a few men and some D.N.A did so forgive me if my following words insults your big glowin man in the sky."

Tiberius burst up through the sand between Maria and the Preacher, the cannons on his back flipped up aiming one at the preacher and the others each finding a target. He opened fire the "bullets" came out at speeds no gun of the time could achieve, the tubes would flick to another target after putting two of the poisoned needles in a man. Two was all it took to cause full body paralysis that lasted for days.

As all that was going on behind him he grinned at Maria and yelled. "Hey dead eye we have a two target at one venue deal going." Tiberius swung one of his talons around at Maria, he was ready for her to dodge and jabbed forward with three talons right after the swing. Each going in a different direction. Tiberius didn't take the time to look at where she went before unleashing his poison in an arc in front of him, it went out 30 feet from him.

Bow edged back into the woods, picking up her gun, as the Preacher got in his boat with Jenny. she was praying with all her might he'd just drop her there and go away. When he didn't and just sat by her she started to quiver. She gripped her gun til' her knuckles turned white. She got right behind him. As the bullet left his hand she couldn't help but let out a little yelp. Bow ran away, tears streaming her face, gun still in hand. She was running fast but her vision was blurred in only a few moments. She stumbled on some roots, got up, wiped her eyes and kept going. Wondering what she was going to do or whether the Preacher even noticed. She thought as she ran, because she didn't need to think about where she was going, she was running straight home and she knew the way. Maybe I should help those two assassins... Maybe they can finally put a stop to all this crap... But it didn't seem like they were workin' together and that may be a problem all in it's own... Ugh...

He shot her... too slow. Dominic wanted to make certain the man didn't fire another shot. In his head, he planned his moves.

'First step... get the criminals attention.'

Dominic stepped from the crowd and got to a location where he wouldn't get hit.

"Hey Preacher. That's a 1897 model H-L Smenson Pistol right? Mind if I take a look?"

Dominic reached into to his belt.

'Second step... get the weapon away from the criminal.'

From it, he pulled a strange spring loaded device, with a spear on the end.

Spoiler:

he pressed a button on it and the spear, which was attached to a chain, launched out towards the preacher. The chain wrapped around the barrel of the gun, as the spring loaded barrel of the device in Dominics hand pulled it from the preacher, and right to him.

'Third step... get rid of the weapon.'

"Never mind... just a crummy '82 model. Worthless."

Throwing the gun in the air, he aimed his device again, and launched it. This time, the spear hit the gun straight on, launching it into the lake. Dominic held his odd device at the ready. In case he needed it again in the fight.

Te Preacher did a roll off of his horse to avoid the bullets flying at him. He drew his gun again but it was taken out of his hand by some chain type thing. The battle over on the other shore was getting worse. Preacher either had to escape or be cut down in gunfire. He got back up and dusted himself off. Then he pulled out a large, yet handheld cross. He held it above his head for all to see. He turned around and started walking the way he heard a small squeal. He clicked a small button and a blade flicked out. He saw a small trail from some boots. Though he walked, he caught up with the young woman.
Going some were, little lady?