Welcome to the Wild Wild West!

[Sam]

Ness #1

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They did say the West Blue was a lot warmer than the North... but Ness hadn't fully believed that fact. No, he was actually under the impression that it was mildly warmer! Not hot enough to crack rocks! But perhaps it was just the island he was on, Sundance as they called it did have the name sun in its name. Perhaps this warm nation was just a coincidence in this vast sea of opportunity. Lugging himself around the large ten-foot man stood out like a sore thumb in this land of desperados. From his size to his clothing! It was just all very different. At a glance, anyone could tell he wasn't from around these parts.

"Ho-hum!~"

Ness exclaimed slightly bored, his cheeks now turning a pinkish color from the extreme heat, his white freckled skin from the northern clans was not used to this sort of treatment. Either way, the Warrant Officer had been sent on a minor errand to meet up with a local marine captain. Er... Captain Benjamin Bennett? Was their name? Apparently, they were some tough man Captain from around these parts. Well in any case Ness had been summoned to deal with a rather troubling youth... some kid called Slim? That was an odd name and damn had Ness heard of some odd names. In any case, apparently old Slim needed some straightening out and the Warrant Officer's good expedient was thought of almost instantly when it came to straight out the lazy young man. He was to come in, train a bit with him and then leave.

Walking through the wooden buildings and a rather straightforward town it wasn't difficult for Ness to immediately spot the marine outpost on the island. It was rather small, perhaps unsurprising, there weren't many Marines on the island. There wasn't much of a need... after all, there were godly gunmen around these parts. Or at least godly enough to take care of any major threats. In less than a few minutes, Ness approached the entrance of the outpost... two seamen wearing cowboy hats. Once they saw the large man wearing a justice coat they immediately saluted him.

"Oi oi oi! Greetings laddies! Where can I find Captain Benjamin?"

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Ness | Scottish Blue #0065BF

[Phantasma]

Slim #1

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    "Oi oi oi! Greetings laddies! Where can I find Captain Benjamin?"

    "Reckon he's straightening out Slim again, Sir," One of the marines replied quickly.

    "Yea sounds about right. Kid's been nothing but trouble since he was sent down," Although the two mean were practically identical in their white and blues, the trademark over shirt and pants of the marines, this one sounded definitely older. 

    The older one propped up his hat with a flick of his finger and nodded off at Ness, herking his head in the direction at the interior of the base. Whether the were going to accompany the lumbering pseudo-giant or not the pair dispersed. Roused into working whatever duties they had been slacking off. For Marine slackers to speak of another slacker that poorly kind of set a precedent. Maybe Ness would harbor some apprehension? Have a poor impression of this 'kid'. 

    Further they got into the yard of the wooden fort the more it became apparent someone was yelling. The clang clang bang bang of nearby horse shoes being hammered out wasn't more than a dull drum line for this beast of a rant. Closer you got, closer you tempted tinnitus. Around the square of the base, tucked into one of the large yellow-plaster, stone-brick, rectangle buildings was the officers quarters. 

    Captain Benjamin was in the door way arms tucked onto either side of his waist firmly, defiantly. Blood vessels bulged on the side of his neck, coat flapped around on his shoulders as he got louder and louder. The back of his neck was sweating... 

    "FOURTH GODDANG TIME YOU WANDER OFF TO NAP! FINE IF YOU WANT TO USE YER BUNK, OKAY, I CAN HANDLE DISCPLININING THAT. WHAT I ABSOLUTEEEEELY WILL NOT TOLERATE IS YOU BENDING UP MY CHAIR AND PROPPING THEM FILTHY SLIPPERS ON MY MAHOGANY DESK!" If the old man yelled much harder he'd probably lift off the ground. Grizzled features were absolutely crinkled in pure indignation. 

    Further in the doorway was someone even larger than Ness. Like some kind of titan lounging in a clown car he was leaning back in the fancy, custom made office chair the captain had crafted specifically for this office. Cranked all the way back to the point it was full oblique, strained under the weight of its current occupant. Slim balanced his precarious position with his feet splayed on the desk, hands tucked underneath his head. His pale skin was like moonlight, blue hair like ocean water. He favored those dark clothes, weird tangled flip flops and half jacket. 

    And he was snoring. 

    Right as Benjamin got at the height of his yelling he'd had enough. Wringing his hands the aged cross patch stomped inside and kicked the chair right out from under Slim. Ness got to see the whole house of cards fall, the two marines at his side snickering before running off in twin clouds of smoke. They knew better then to be around when the captain was recovering from one of his famous moods. 

    "Completely unforgivable! Gah! Feels like my blood is on fire today!" Benjamin hollered, banging his hands on his desk, organizing his papers. Man was built like a brick house and was certainly colored like one now. Large forehead considerably creased, grey beard wet with mouth spittle. A groaning, writhing blue-haired troublemaker at his feet. 

    "Now Cap'n I completed my work all I wanted was--"

    "Yes, a nap. IN MY OFFICE!"

    "s' that where we are? My mistake, Sir."

    "ALWAYS IS! YOU! GET HIM OUT NOWWWW," Benjamin rounded on Ness and practically kicked Slim like some kind of dodge-log directly at the man.

    "AHHHHHHHHH!" Slim hollered, eyes screwed shut as he flew right at the Scotsman. 

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Slim Chance - Light Sky Blue, 82CFFD
Captain Benjamin Bennett - Elf Green, 1A937D
Marines 1 and 2 - Purple Heart, 551FAD

[Sam]

Ness # 2

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The piktsman lifted a brow, the two marines at the door speaking about how problematic this young boy was. Was that the case? From the way, the two cowboys at the door referred to the boy to the fact they instantly recognize Ness's purpose in the whole scheme.

"Aye! I'm here about the lad."

Ness said sternly, his eyes shifting in between both the cowboys before him. The Warrant Officer bowed and walked past both seamen and into the interior of the base. It was small, wild, held together by sticks. Unlike nothing Ness had seen before... back home in the North Blue forts were made of stone. Not wooden stockade. Stone brick on stone brick! Metal lining walls. It was the way of the North to be tough and sturdy. But then again the North Blue did tend to be better off than most of the other blues.

It wasn't hard to find the boy, the sound of an older man yelling in the small base was almost impossible to miss. Knowing how the base felt about his antics and how two slackers had referred to him Ness could only deduce that this was aimed at his to-be student. Pacing through the base Ness finally made it to the source of the yelling, standing at the door Ness viewed it all unfold.

Captain Benjamin red like a cherry yelling at Seaman Chance who was doing some sort of balancing act on his chair. His long legs stretched out... he was slim indeed... and tall. Taller than Ness, that was quite the surprise. Such large people were rare in the blues. But that didn't matter much to the Warrant Officer... darn he was bad. Sleeping right in front of a superior? Had he no respect?

"Captain Benjamin Sir! Warrant Officer Ness Y. Lachland reportin for duty sir!"

Ness stood up straight and saluted, however just as he did things went from bad to worse. Benjamin kicked the young man across the room and straight at Ness. Standing still Ness stuck out a hand and grabbed the boy getting shot straight at him.

"Hoho! Watch where you're goin boyo!"

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Ness | Scottish Blue #0065BF

[Phantasma]

Slim #2

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    "No introductions necessary! Get him out of my face, Captain!" The strain from forcibly lowering his own voice was visible on Bennett's face and neck. Blood vessels bulged and the hand he had slammed sounded like a gunshot. 

    "Gah... Was that really necessary? I already got this thang with mah back and--" The southern twang in Slim's voice was heavy.

    "Shut. Up. Kid." Bennet pronounced each word clearly through clenched teeth, a glance was pointed Ness's way before the rattled wardog sat himself down and rotated his seat away from the pair. 

    "Yeup... Should leave before he actually gets mad," Slim gulped a bit, adjusting the neck of his shirt before rising off the ground with the grace of a wet noodle. 
    
    He hardly dusted himself off or even looked Ness's way before he exited the officers room. He had to duck low to make it out the door and once he was he stretched. Like a bipedal cat he rolled his shoulders and twisted in place. Something close to a branch snapping came off directly where Slim was standing. He either popped something or broke it, he didn't seem to be in any discomfort either way. 

    "So we talking or walking? Both?" Didn't miss a beat, once the door was closed he started talking. 

    "This about another transfer? Court martial?" He rattled off those two quick enough, counted them off an extended hands fingers. 

    "My birthday ain't til' next week so has to be urgent," He clarified on another finger. 

    He was about to extend more fingers, hypothesize further, but he stopped. He looked up with an expression that suggested he had realized something important. Shaking his head in what might've been disbelief he stepped forward with those long striders of his. In a fluid motion he extended a hand directly Ness's way. If the Captain chose to reciprocate and shake the younger man's grip would be fairly solid. It would seem even if he was missing an arm he still knew how to give a proper handshake. A smirk appeared not too long after he went in for the greeting. 

    "Sorry bossman, I usually remember to introduce myself. Slim Chance is the name, I take better to just Slim but I'm copacetic with the protocol and all... when I don't forget it, anyway," He lost the smirk pretty quickly after remembering the last part, expression wrinkling briefly. 

    He seemed content to just stay close while he waited for Ness to get on with what he was about to say. But even from this distance perhaps it would be such a pain to crane ones neck up to address the noncommissioned officer directly. A few remedies existed, outdoor furniture like the occasional bench and the barracks were bound to be close by. 

    Oddly enough the entire base had gone pretty much quiet after Ness met up with the on duty officer. Either these guys didn't have much to do or they were off working on some drills carrying them off base. Which was still strange. 

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Slim Chance - Light Sky Blue, 82CFFD
Captain Benjamin Bennett - Elf Green, 1A937D
Marines 1 and 2 - Purple Heart, 551FAD