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The front of the barrel shook a bit as the stranger's glass eye peered into Deadeye's soul. He had never been scared of anything; War had killed every last trace of it. Or so he thought. Perhaps this was intimidation or just illusions; whatever it was, it was giving him goosebumps. "Even if I wanted to kill him, it won't do me any good with this worn rifle of mine." He replied to the stranger, slowly lowering the rifle.

"I don't know." Deadeye whispered back to vintage, then turned back to the stranger before them. "Who are you!" He shouted, the bolt groaning loudly as a round fell into the chamber. "This your last chance! Talk or Logan won't be the only one to die!"

"Right, now that's out of the way. On to Ponyville!" Codex shouted advancing down the path. Only to walk past them going the other way. "wrong way. Allavant!" (my own french word for onward)

"I know a stallion just outside of town, an old friend of mine. I'm sure he'll have the metal and workshop you'll need." Deadeye took the rifle back, only to once again aim down the sights. No towards vintage but to another further down at the enterance of the alley. "That's far enough. State your name and business, otherwise I will fire upon you and I don't miss." He then whispered to vintage. "There's a bayonet in the sheath near you, you can use it to defend yourself if need be."

"my names vintagevalue, but i'm known as vintage, if you don't mind me asking what happened to you ?" she tilted her head her ear pricking upward and towards him. "I was once a soldier in the nation's army, but now... I'm just a shell of my former self thanks to that tyrant of a king. A fine way to treat heroes, but I guess he has little need for them." Deadeye explained. He wanted to say more, but he had said enough already. He then took notice of the water before them, and with enough mustered strength, began filling a rusty canteen. The rust flavored minerals was the least of his concerns. "For three years, I've thought of nothing expect how to end his recthed life, to at least give back what the Coltgrenadiers fought so hard to earn, but with my aging rifle..." He slung the rifle around and pulled the bolt. The screech and aching metal shrived their ears. "I won't get that chance."

Slowly gaining consious, he could hear something though his eye could barely see anything except a purple blur shouting something. He was feeling something strangly familiar. Mud? His mind soon caved way to years before: The screams of his comrades mowed down by those dreaded 'Glue Makers' called machine guns, the constant explosions, and another soldier; a young conscript. The name had faded when a mortar round sent them flying out of the hole. It was only interupted when what appeared to be a tidal wave of water spalshed into his face, which rapidly woke him up and forced him to aim his rifle at the purple pony before him with such speed that she barely had a chance to blink. No, in fact, she couldn't blink at all. This pony was blind. Slowly, he lowered the rifle. "Hello. My name's Deadeye. Mine if I ask who you are?"

OOC: Thought I'd drop in The once proud soldier of the Army, who won glorious fights for his country and with scars to prove it, now roamed the streets. His tan uniform jacket torn and stained, the brown combat harness slacking over his front left leg with empty munnition pouches and a aging rifle slung across his back. Parts of his fur were burned clean off exposing pink vunirable skin and his mane in tatters. The black patch over his left eye barely revealed his wounds from years ago, and his lungs choked in the atmosphere around him. He was one of many who had fought for this tyrant Logan, bring victory and spoils back to Equestria. Without say or even a thought, he betrayed them. He shot the officers, sacked the guards and resolved every last right the soldiers had. Is this what the Coltgrenadiers deserved; nay, the entire army deserved? " I will get my chance. One day, my shot will bring back our glory." He murmered, gagging at the sut and plauge around him, only to collapse onto the ground, wheezing. What he last saw before he faded was a mare, looking for something.

You got an interesting RP going on here, but I'm a bit of a loss on trying to figure out the majority. You social structure seems good, I'll give you that. I'll be keeping an eye on this one... for now.

OOC: Sorry about the long pause, getting settled in College "Allow me to introduce ourselves. I'm Codex and this here is Boss, Silver, Tyler and Thrylos. We were just about to..." Codex paused, then turned to Boss. "What we about to do again? I'm still recovering from the intial shock."

Ooc: Sorry, Minecraft got the best of me.... again. Lawrence, jumped out of the cabin and looked around for the group. He almost admitted that they had vanished without a trace, but a small spat of oil stained the grass, followed by another and another leading all the way towards Ponyville. He grinned a bit but before he could return to the crew car to send out the message, he heard voices coming from the junctions. Darn. The guards were on the hunt again. To Tarturus with the message, he had the last relic of his family to keep safe. He uncoupled the engine from the rest of the train and slowly drove deeper down the line.

Upon arrival to the crew car, Lawrence eyed the telegraph, and a coded message waiting to be sent. Just as he was about to type on the Telegraph key, a sharp and familiar whistle filled the air. "They just had to touch my train." He muttered and rushed back towards the cab. When he got there, the two were gone, along with his spare can of oil.

"You guys hear that?" Codex asked, completely ignoring the coin toss. His left ear had snapped straight when he heard a shout coming from somewhere in the bush. "I volunteer...Boss to go investigate." He raised his left hoof, then suddenly point it to Boss.

OOC: Speak the King's English man, I didn't catch that. "Hay pal, what's the story here?" Tilly asked as the two arrived at the cabin. "I have no idea. I've sent my workhorse out to find the problem, but he hasn't come back yet. I'd go myself but I have to stay with the engine incase there was a bit of a mix-up at the station." Lawrence explained, pointing to a telegraph key in the crew car near the end of the train. "I'm gonna send out a message, explaining the situtation. You and your friend can stay here, but Don't- Touch- My- Train." His once friendly voice seemed stern as he said those words, then worked towards the crew car.

no, It's Mojo's