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Burning Skies Saloon
RearAdmiralZill:
*Zill chugs his Clear Skies and orders a WSW*
Jeeze Ny you look worse than i do on a good day. Find anything alive on that old place of BdrLine's?
*He turns to PapaP*
And you look like that old Junker we buried in the sands, 20 years after we buried it. *Laughs*
Yiski:
*Roland turns to Ny*
"You certainly look in need of a drink, but I think a good Clear Skies would help more."
*Roland fixes up a CS for Ny*
*Roland turns to Paradox*
"Heavens PapaParadox you definitely need a drink, and I think something for your parts too. Those definitely need some help. Yiski, do we have anything for mechanical parts?"
*Yiski turns to Roland*
Hmm... I think I do give me a sec.
*Yiski gets up and walks into the back room. A few minutes pass until Yiski comes out with an oilier. There's a label on it which reads: NEVER USE THIS FOR MECHANICAL PARTS*
I know what you're thinkin'. The oilier's clearly says not to use for parts, but that's just I don't want to mix its contents with what's in the stills.
Papa Paradox:
"Flak it, give her a shot"
Yiski:
--NARRATOR--
Yiski places the oilier and applies the unknown brown substance on Paradox's mechanical joints. When Yiski is done, everything seems to be okay.
Huh...
"Were you expecting something to blow up Yiski?" Roland asks.
Yeah, I thought everything here explodes or at least sizzles. Now I wonder what the hell this stuff is.
Paradox wasn't paying attention to the conversation. He was amazed first off he didn't explode or melt. Second, the liquid worked better than the high end oils he got (perks with being a CEO of a major trade company).
Well... ... then a feint, but slight whistling could be heard. Even over all the noise and conversations around them, the whistling could be heard.
Every single soul in the saloon went quiet, but the whistling continued. Yiski leaned into try the find the source of the whistling. It was coming from Paradox.
Immediately, everybody thought the worst: Paradox was gonna blow up and his body would become deadly shrapnel.
EVERYBODY! GET COVER!
Pandemonium struck as patrons were flipping tables over to protect themselves. Yiski grabbed Roland and ducked behind the bar. BdrLine, Ny, and Zill followed quickly. Shink froze for a second before ducking behind the couch.
Poor Paradox just sat in the middle of the saloon... waiting and whistling.
Minutes felt like hours as Paradox's parts kept whistling. Soon the whistling started getting louder and eventually sounded like a teapot boiling.
WHISTLE...WHISTLE...WHISTLE...WHISTLE...
Soon, it stopped all together. Again, silence still draped the saloon. Paradox immediately checked himself. Everything was still functioning.
Yiski came up over the counter, took a look at Paradox and smiled.
How's that for your mayhem?
And the saloon erupts in laughter, not truly realizing the averted disaster.
--NARRATOR END--
--END OF DAY 29--
Lord Dick Tim:
Wether it was dusk or dawn, the sky was afire as she rose or plummeted into the blue sending a screaming hail of angry colors across the sky as he waited for the Burning Skies to open. He smelled of dust, oil and sulfur, the grime of travel in the folds of cloth and skin so thick that it left a cloud about him with each shambled step.
His leg seemed lame, a cane in one hand of solid brass cracked heavily on the floor boards as he moved, lines of pain long since carved into his face like rivers running down mountains spoke of the torturious legacy this burden caused him. His hair was thin and long, a balding pate and complexion tanned like leather in the harsh desert, blasted by biting sand and frozen till cracking like the glaciers in the bitter cold north.
His eyes peered through the windows for a suitable place to sit, hard small things of a faded gray like flint, cruel in the way they judged a person instantly, predatory in the way they leered like a beast on fat prey.
That cane is what most would know him by, the head shaped like a whale breaching out of a metal sea. Captain Timothy, mad tim, the cloud whaler.
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