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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[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.

[not_his_pa]

Considering the book that's in his jacket is Steam Man of the Plains, it might be a fair thing to think, but this is Milliways,

"Yes, sir, there's a window."

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"To what, space?"

[not_his_pa]

Williams turns to point out the Window, its more than just space.

It always makes him wonder if that's what artillery fire looks like when its coming at you.

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Hex swivels on the barstool and faces the Window, his eyes narrowing at the sight before him.

(It's death and rebirth, familiar chaos and pain radiating from each exploding star.)

He doesn't speak, for awhile.

[not_his_pa]

That's fine with William, Bar refills both of their drinks and he just waits. Hex makes him curious and scared so he doesn't want to leave just yet.

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Finally:

"I'd avoid that, if I were you."

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, sir,"

Its just about automatic since he's not sure what Hex is referring to.