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Elaine approaches the table. "Good even, Roland. How do you fare this day? And how is Jake?" She's been to visit him once, but still does not know what has happened to him.

"I am well, lady-sai. Jake is unchanged." He's courteous, but not much more than that. Observing the proprieties. "And you? I hope you are well?"

"I am well, thank you, Roland. What has happened to Jake? You do not have to tell me of course...I am just concerned. He left me a rose and a note telling me he was leaving...and then I heard he was unwell. When I went to see him, he was so still..." Elaine bites her lip.

"An old enemy of mine has come to this place. Jake left, and when my enemy arrived, he had Jake with him in the state that he is now." His tone is still courteous...though heavier. "Lady, I would have you watch for a man dressed in black who laughs too much. He goes by Walter sometimes, or Flagg. He is a wizard, and very dangerous."

Elaine nods, wide-eyed. "I will watch. And I will offer my prayers for Jake." Her voice is unusually steady.

He bows his head to her. "Thankee-sai, lady." He doubts they'll be of use, but...they can't hurt.

The yellow thing wanders over. Apples- yum! It sits up and sniffs in the direction of the table. "Pikapika?"

The gunslinger's eyes flicker down, take in the yellow thing, and go back to the table.

He drinks some coffee.

...lack of growling means it's okay, right? Right.

The yellow thing hops onto the booth seat, peering over the table at the apple and sniffing greedily.

Roland moves the apple behind his coffee cup. On his side, not the yellow thing's side.

"Chuuu..." The ears flop down, and it gives him the full effect of its giant blue eyes.

Roland is ~~a heartless bastard~~ ~~impervious to the cute~~ unmoved.

A few more moments of the same, then the critter realizes it's not getting anywhere. It settles back in the booth seat, looking up at the apple.

There must be some way to get it.

Oh, sure, it COULD go to the bar and ask for one, but where's the fun in that?

Roland also has blue eyes. They're not cute. They're faded, and there are lines all around them -- crow's feet from hell, may it do ya -- and they assess situations with cool clarity that's pretty frightening.

Roland is watching the yellow thing with these eyes right now. And with a particularly assessing kind of look.

Then he picks up the apple and takes a bite out of it.

If things without lips could pout, this thing without lips would be doing so. As is, it just looks disappointed and briefly considers zapping its opponent. But no, it merely hops down from the seat and pads a little ways off.

But it keeps looking at the apple. Because eventually there's a core, and humans don't eat those.

IT WILL HAVE SOME OF THE APPLE, WITH WHATEVER DEITY (IF ANY) PRESIDES OVER POKEMON AS ITS WITNESS!

Meanwhile the gunslinger is thoroughly enjoying his apple. He's eating it methodically: first he eats around the middle, then around the bottom, and then around the top. He's a methodical kind of man.

Each bite is taken slowly, and with what seems like great consideration.

Now he's down to the core.

Aha! The beastie crouches in the shadows of a nearby table, in wait for its prey.

Roland places the core in front of him on the table.

The beast strikes!

"Strikes" meaning it runs up to the table and grabs the apple in its mouth, then turns to make an escape.

It's the core. Roland didn't want it.

He has a sip of coffee.

Weird place, Milliways.

The beastie, however, did want it, and absconds with its prize. Which does not last very long at all.

The yellow thing cleans its face and whiskers, then hops off, looking smugly satisfied.

Deadpool strolls by, as he is wont to do.

Then stops. And backs up. Holy shit, is that? No way. Can't be. No fucking way.

Roland looks up from his coffee.

He doesn't say anything.

"Dude. Long days and pleasant nights?" He seems tentative.

"And may you have twice the number." Roland's not tentative.

He's also very aware of the gun in his left holster. Though anyone that cautious in delivering a greeting likely doesn't mean trouble.

Likely.

Deadpool's no slouch when it comes to heat. Dude's got two pistols, one on each hip, swords on the back, an assault rifle between the swords, knives on the chest, hip, and boot, and grenades everywhere else.

"You... You're Roland of Gilead, right?"

"I am."

Just a gunslinger sitting in a bar drinking coffee.

Roland assesses the masked man's arsenal with calm.

"And you?"

Deadpool is impressed. "Uh, yeah, I'm Deadpool. I'm kind of a fan."

"'Kind of a fan?'"

The words strike somewhere between dubious and amused. Darkly amused. Or not amused at all, really.

He shrugs. "What can I say. I like your style, man. You're a bad motherfucker."

Roland drinks his coffee.

With his right hand.

Leaving his left hand free.

Casually: "What is your where and when?"

"Oh, right, right. Uh... Earth, 2004-ish?" He seems very excited at the prospect of meeting Roland.

Still casually: "Know a man named Stephen King?"

"Uh... yeah? Well, not personally, but yeah."

Roland nods.

"And he portrays me as a -- 'bad motherfucker'?"

"Oh... Yeah, man. About that. Like, in my 'where and when' that's a compliment. It means you're a tough guy that takes no shit from anyone and you'll fuck someone up if you got to."

"Ah. Say thankya."

It occurs to Roland to ask how much King has written about him. He decides not to. Better that he not know, mayhap.

Deadpool just GRINS. This is so cool.

Those -- apparently infamous -- cool blue eyes are firmly fixed on Deadpool.

"Is there aught I can help you with?"

"Oh. Uh, not really. I just figured I'd say what up. Oh, oh, man! How many of your ka-tet are here?!"

"Me. And Jake." A pause. "And Oy."

[OOC: And we're Millitiming this conversation to right before Susannah's arrival. Whee!]

He grins like a little kid. "That is so cool. Man. So awesome. I gotta take care of some stuff, but I will totally see you around, okay?"

Holy shit! Roland the Gunslinger! So badass!

The gunslinger nods. "Yar. Long days and pleasant nights."

And coffee.