first entrance

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When the door opens, a shadow walks into the bar.

He lifts his head when he realizes that he's not where he was intending to be. The look that crosses his scarred face isn't a very pleased one, to say the least.

His clothes are an obvious indication of the time he's stepped in from (a dirty, bloodied Civil War uniform with Confederate insignia identifying him as a First Lieutenant of the Cavalry) and the twin holstered pistols on his gunbelt should tell people that he's not to be messed with.

Dark eyes survey the room from beneath the brim of his hat, and his grip on the (bloodstained?) burlap sack in his left hand tightens a fraction.

"Hrm."

This may be problematic.



Tinytag with a big scar: Jonah Hex

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His grin isn't quite settling, not in the slightest.

"Lil bit."

[not_his_pa]

Its just as worrying as that big and scar so William looks down again,

"A.are you dead, sir?"

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"No, not quite."

One foot in the grave and one foot out.

[not_his_pa]

That doesn't really help and William drinks some more whiskey.

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Hex can tell the boy is unsettled, and while part of him could use the amusement of unsettling him further...

"Let's just say I'm familiar with things havin' to do with dead folk."

Present company (the slowly-rotting skull in the burlap sack) included.

[not_his_pa]

"Right, sir, sorry for askin'. Just get dead folks here who look like they're livin'. Gets sort of worryin'."

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Now that gives him pause. He's felt the dead, of course -- but had just passed them off as the usual spirits.

"Upright and walkin'?"

That's different, even for him.

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, sir, ain't easy specially when its folks you know."

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Deathly (no pun intended) serious:

"You one of 'em?"

[not_his_pa]

"No, sir, but my Pa's here. Got shot a year ago, was there when it happened. He's walkin' around here,"

Hex's gaze is disconcerting but William's scanning the Bar for his father.

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"What's he look like?"

[not_his_pa]

"Same as when he was alive, just ain't right. He died a good death, should have moved on."

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Hex reaches for his whiskey glass.

"No such thing as a good death. It's just death."

[not_his_pa]

"He kept his word, Wade got on the damn train. Don't know why he's here,"

He takes another drink and tries not to do something foolish.

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He can sense the frustration behind William's words.

"Do you really want to know?"

[not_his_pa]

"I think so, sir. But how would you know? You just got here?"

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"I'd have to talk to 'im to find out for sure," Jonah replies. "But it ain't the most...pleasant experience, talkin' to the dead."

A beat.

"For the dead. It don't bother me none."

[not_his_pa]

That all sounds unpleasant and William doesn't want his father bother,

"Don't need to bother, sir."

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Hex shrugs; it doesn't matter to him either way.

A wet washrag pops up on the counter; Bar intends it for Hex's bloodstained hands, but Hex has other ideas.

Mainly, cleaning off his tomahawk.

(It's not bloody, but it could use to be wiped off. Wouldn't want it to rust, after all.)

"So what do you do, William?"

[not_his_pa]

"We run a head of cattle, sir,"

He tries not to look at that blood but its hard to avoid.

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"Cattle's a good business."

It's honest, good work. And a lot less likely to get the kid killed like his father.

Once the blade is cleaned up, he slides the weapon back into the loop at his belt, before wiping off his hands.

"Jonah Hex," he introduces himself.

[not_his_pa]

"We do alright with it, sir. Good to meet you,"

That sort of answers the other question about time since he's wearing a uniform but not going by the rank anymore.

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"I used to have a couple cows on my farm, but nothin' like a whole herd operation."

The dirty rag hits the countertop; he picks up the whiskey glass and shifts on the barstool, looking around.

"So, Milliways."

It sounds as weird as it feels.

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, sir, its at the End of the Universe. Think its meant to be kind of neutral ground,"

Which isn't an easy thing to deal with considering who comes here.

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"At the End of the Universe."

Jonah knows something is off about this bar but he doesn't quite understand what it is -- though the explanation he gets from William isn't helping him much.

It sounds like the boy has been reading too much fiction, honestly.