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@thebrawlingdrunk

Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B… good thing he was at least a guy…

The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.

He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.

Wubbles released a long sigh as he jumped on top of the stool right next to his target, looking as… normal as he could. He was trying to pull off kind of a ‘ tired traveler more than anything’. He looked at the drinks presented at the other side of the bar.

@thebrawlingdrunk

Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B… good thing he was at least a guy…

The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.

He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.

Wubbles released a long sigh as he jumped on top of the stool right next to his target, looking as… normal as he could. He was trying to pull off kind of a ‘ tired traveler more than anything’. He looked at the drinks presented at the other side of the bar.

@thebrawlingdrunk

Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B… good thing he was at least a guy…

The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.

He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.

Wubbles released a long sigh as he jumped on top of the stool right next to his target, looking as… normal as he could. He was trying to pull off kind of a ‘ tired traveler more than anything’. He looked at the drinks presented at the other side of the bar.

“Thanks,but It’s no trouble I can go a few nights with out sleep if I at least slept recently,which..was yesterday. Kinda of part my Grue nature. Other Grue just sleep during the day due to weakness towards light.” Jack leaned against the door way before looking back at the woods. Before turning back to Wade.

But,as he was about to speak. The helmet began to emit faint static that increased in sound. After a few moment of the white noise a series of morse code beeps began to come through. Jack placed a gauntlet to the side of his helmet before glancing off. “This is Walker…wait slow down…what happen,over.” He paused for moment looking off while sounds changed pattern.

“Alright, I’ll be there in…” He paused yet again to look at the setting sun. “Give or take fifteen minutes. I’ll take a look and see what it is…probably something one of those strange artifacts…,over.” He jolted briefly before shouting “NO DO NOT TOUCH IT WITH YOU’RE BARE HANDS!! ..Just wait till I get there. My suit let’s me handle that kind of stuff,over…alright,see you soon. Walker, over an out.”

“Wade..please remember what I said though. About keeping the beast in control,even power like that must be taken with great responsibility.”

Jack shifted his gaze at his own gauntlets,more specifically. His very paws, it was better keeps what he can do hidden from others. “But, also..”He sighed while putting his words together in thought. “About the survivors. Be careful with future folk you meet.” Jack stated before taking out a mason jar of red liquid. “It’s some left over berry moonshine. A house warming gift I spose” He said with a small laugh while passing it over.