Red Dead Redemption Jump (Jump 6)
1000cp + 300cp
Starting Location: Henningan’s Stead
Identity: Drop-In (Free) Age 28
Abilities: Basic Shooting Skills (Free): If you’re going to be living out here you’re going to need to know how to shoot. You can hit a target with the rest of them, you’re nothing exceptional but you won’t be a laughing stock at least. Comes with the knowledge of how to maintain 19th century weaponry as well.
Horse Riding
(Free): Living out on the frontier without knowing how to ride a horse? That’d be insane, good thing you know how to ride with the best of them.
Dead Eye Targeting (300cp): You can slow how you perceive time to the point that a second can stretch out to ten. You can hold it for five seconds before having to wait a minute for it to recharge. While in this state you are also able to plan actions that after deactivating this ability you can take at
speeds far exceeding your usual reflexes.
Drifter (Free): You’re not the kind of person to set down roots. As such you’ve learnt how to stay out of the spotlight. A small town that gossip about the mysterious stranger would normally be
common knowledge in a few hours? You’ve learnt how to keep your presence a secret.
Maybe Magic, Maybe Mundane (100cpD): You’ve got an air of mystery around you, and any supernatural abilities, if you are not extremely blatant, can be attributed to coincidence. After all it’s not like you can see the future right?
A Regular Annie Oakley (300cpD): You’re easily the greatest marksman in the world. The things you can do with a gun boggle the mind. If you worked on this gift you could reach the point that you could hit a fly from a hundred metres. You can reload faster than most can blink and draw a pistol before they can even think to do that.
Whistle (200cp): When you whistle you can summon a horse that will run out from an area that no one is looking and come to you. The horse is an average horse with no exceptional abilities. If the horse is killed you can whistle for a new one after an hour.
Companions: Strange Man (100cp):
character; this man dresses in a black three-piece suit with a black tie and top hat. He
will never give you his name, share any information about who he is or go out of his way
to help you. If you take him to other jumps he will frequently disappear and you will
have no means of ascertaining exactly what he was doing. He appears to be unable to be
harmed by any means found in this jump. He will occasionally direct you to situations
that will test your morality and give no indication of what he thinks of your choices.
Occasionally he will give you information that will be helpful in the future. Might come
with the perk Maybe Magic, Maybe Mundane.
Equipment: Guns: Schofield Revolver (Free): It’s the Wild West, everyone has a gun and now you do too. You gain a weapon of your choice such as a revolver, shotgun or rifle that could be found in the old west. You also gain a cigarette box sized supply of ammunition that restocks when used to reload
your weapon.
Moonshine (Free): Moonshine is an illicitly distilled alcohol made in a homemade still. This bottle has a special property though, when drunk it temporarily increases any abilities that grant
increased perception by fifty per cent. This bottle refills once per week.
Elegant Suit (100cp): This is a business suit and appears elegant to all who view it. This also ensures that any attempts to bluff or lie while wearing this suit are more believable.
Drawbacks: Bounty (100cp): There is a considerable bounty on your head; many people will
attempt to claim it.
Wanted Man (200cp):
dead.
The Strange Man Arrives…
‘Welcome to
MacFarlane’s Ranch, Aaron… Or should I say Tadek? Regret? You always did like
titles.’ I heard as I woke up in a rough, pre-1920s bed, dust and dirt filling
the air as I climbed up to a seated position, my legs crossing for my own personal
comfort. “Hmm? That voice- Ah… Fuck!” I stated rather harshly as I looked off
to my left. A man with a handlebar mustache, dressed in a tux and a top hat,
looked at me analytically, but not judgmentally. “The Strange Man… Ignoring
John and coming after me, hmm?” I asked, my body turning so that I could set my
feet on the hard, wooden floor and politely look toward the man I was talking
to.
He
straightened up, his hands coming to fold themselves behind his back. ‘No, he
still has my attention. You’re an odd one, Aaron. You know what you did was
wrong, yet you still did it. For what? Not power… I know you. You could care
less about power. You simply have it so that you can do what you think is
right.’ I climbed to my feet, watching as the man paced around the room. My
equipment and clothes were scattered around the room, so I started with my
shoes and went from there. ‘Except when you are asked to kill and, thinking
that to correct your mistake, you chose to kill every living thing on an entire
planet… a modern planet… instead of letting them kill you. Not one to take the
easy route, hmm?’
With a
sharp huff, I pulled on my duster and took the time to gather everything that I
would actually have visible and put it on my body… Namely my new revolver and
that bottle of rum I always have with me, Meddy coming into view by sticking
her head out of my pocket. “Let me guess… You’re going to ask me to do
something morally just or morally wrong, aren’t you? You seem to know me well
enough… So, you realize I am not one who doesn’t know about these worlds.” I
asked, taking a moment to load my pistol and stick it into the holster on my
hip. ‘No, but there is a friend of mine in Armadillo… I feel like he will be
attacking someone soon. If you have the time, it would be real kind of you to
advise him on what he should do.’
I picked my
hat up off the nightstand and brought it up, gently setting it down on the top
of my head as I spoke. “Well, I got nothing better to do right now. I’ll go
give him some advice. Though, it’s not my place to judge.” I stated, turning to
the door and reaching out for the angle. ‘But, you do judge, Aaron. You have
judged every person you have come into contact with ever since you could do
something about what they do.’ My head snapped around to look toward the man
who was no longer in the room, having vanished in that time since I had looked
away.
“Strange
Man… Granted, that’s his title and he can’t even remember his name.” I stepped
out of the building and into the hot sun, my appearance at least giving me the
appearance of an albino at the moment… Could be a good thing or a bad thing,
considering the time period. With a sharp whistle, a horse coming from around
the corner of the building I had appeared in. I climbed up onto the beast and
gave it a gentle pat on the head. “Hmm… At least I have something to do and I
know the area decently.” With a snap of the reins I was on my way toward
Armadillo… The classic western town. Speaking of which… Where was my tavern?
Armadillo and the
Bandits That Call it Home
It was a
fairly short ride to Armadillo and nearly a straight shot from the ranch that I
had appeared in. As I rode into town, I slowed my horse to a small trot and led
the horse over to the saloon. Off to the side next to the saloon, once I had
come around the bend, was my tavern from the looks of it. At least I had a
place to stay and some form of income. I climbed off and hitched the horse,
barely paying any notice to the fact that various people were giving me an odd
look. Well, it was probably the clothes… My aura of malice was turned off, so I
know that it wasn’t that.
With a
small, quiet hum, I stepped into the saloon, glancing around for the moment as,
well… I just realized that I was never told the guy’s name. Shit. Hopefully the
bartender knew something and, going off that thought, I stepped over to the
counter and took a seat. The saloon was oddly quiet and, if I didn’t know any
better, I was half sure that they were looking at me. One guy took out a folded
up piece of paper out of his vest and took a look at it and then me before
simply putting it away.
“Excuse me,
good sir... I was looking for someone… Did anyone around here look like they
might be up to something? Planning on some sort of violent act?” As I spoke,
the bartender glanced down a little bit. ‘I think someone wants your
attention.’ The bartender stated, gesturing over to an approaching man. He was
a little heavy set with an unkempt beard and a double-barreled shotgun in hand
and pointed up toward me. ‘You got’a bounty on your head, friend… Just come
quietly and your brains won’t be splattered all over the counter.’
“Hmm…
Right. Do you know a man in a top hat? I think you’re the guy he asked me to
find. Are going to do something violent?” I asked with a grin, taking a moment
to pull out my bottle of rum and, after grabbing a nearby shot glass, brought
it close and poured myself a shot. The man shook his gun at me and brought it
real close to my face, making sure that I could actually look down one of the
barrels. My free hand shifted just enough to gently rub the top of Medusa’s
head to keep her from jumping out. ‘Get out of that seat and come with me! Last
warnin’!’
I picked up
both my bottle and my glass, holding them up high as I climbed out of my seat.
“Alright, alright… Don’t do anything hasty. We wouldn’t want to have the good
bartender to be stuck cleaning you up off the counter.” I stated, only to have
the butt of the shotgun hit my face, a loud crack filling the air… From the
gun. ‘What the fuck…’ My assailant muttered while I simply tipped back my run
and set the glass down. “Yeah… That’s not going to work, good sir.”
He
attempted to bash me upside the head again, the wooden frame of the shotgun
visibly cracking while everyone watched with sheer horror as the attacks simply
did not work. “Sir, please… I don’t want to harm anyone… but, if you do that
again, we’re going to have to talk here instead of out there.” I warned, giving
a motion off toward the door with my raised hand, just to be silenced with
another sharp hit from the shotgun. I resisted the urge to simply beat this man
down, suppressing the emotion as my hand snapped down to grab the barrels of
the shotgun and jerk it out of his hands. “Would you stop that!”
I let out a
sharp huff and handed his shotgun right back over to him before turning and
walking off. “Remember… Violence isn’t always the best right without-“ My body
stumbled forward, dust filling the air as everyone ducked and jumping away from
me with a loud bang that silenced everyone in the room. A second bang filled
the air, my body stumbling forward a little further for the moment. The room
remained silent, my body standing there for a few moments before I slowly fell
to my knees and then… I simply climbed up to my feet and turned to face the man.
“What did I just say? Violence isn’t always the best answer… Now, if you were
more polite, I might have listened.”
He just
shook in place, his lips trembling as it seemed as if I wasn’t injured in any
way. With a shaky hand, he tried to reload his shotgun while I walked toward
him. “I wear metal plates under my clothing, if you were wondering how I am
still standing.” I explained, which was quite the lie at this point… I was
simply unphased by bullet fire of the caliber that he possessed. More powerful firearms
would work, but that wouldn’t. ‘S-S-Stay back… Someone get the sheriff!’ My
free hand reached out to take hold of his firearm and jerk it away once more,
tossing it across the room and out of the building through a window. I at least
tried to hide my true strength, but I was still learning how to hold back, so I
could only do much.
My hand came to rest on his shoulder, giving it a gentle
squeeze and a pat to get his attention. “Please, just let me leave quietly… And
don’t go doing anything violent unless you have a proper reason, alright?
Protection of others and defense of oneself is good enough… As well as hunting,
but don’t attack someone who hasn’t done anything to you.” In response to that,
he pulled out a slip of paper and held it over to me. It was a bounty poster…
Hmm.
I opened it
up and took a quick glance. It was me, of course, with my current name of
“Tadek Prezin” and a decent list of charges. Murder of an innumerable people,
physical and mental corruption, theft, loitering, extortion, intimidation,
assault of law enforcement, murder of innumerable law enforcement, conspiring
with dark forces (False!), being edgy, and not properly caring for a pet snake.
Wanted by the Austin Territory as a whole and the United States Government.
Dead, preferred. “Wait… Why do they care about the last two? And I do take care
of Meddy…” Either way, I folded the poster up and slipped it into my coat
pocket.
The man I
had been standing in front of quickly turned and ran off, but I simply ignored
him at this point. I wandered out of the building and was quickly greeted by a
good thirteen men with badges and guns. ‘Freeze! Stand down or we will shoot!’
My hands twitched, a few knives filling my fingers, having dropped down from my
sleeves. “Please, I simply want to leave. I know that you are just doing your
jobs, but do you really think that you can kill me?” ‘No… They don’t. Doesn’t
mean they won’t try.’ I heard from behind them, the Strange Man walking along
as if it was just like any other day. “You’re here to watch me aren’t you? See
what I do?” ‘I did say that my friend might just doing something violent.’
With a
small sigh, the blades vanished and, instead of going the lethal route, I
started to walk forward. Of course, they opened fire without a second warning.
My body jerked slightly every few moments, one of my hands reaching up to grab
my hat when it was targeted, but I continued to walk forward into the hail of
gunfire. It wasn’t until I was standing in front of one of the barrels did they
stop firing.
“You’re
done.” I simply pulled the gun away from the man and tossed it away. He pulled
out his revolver and I did the exact same with it, using it to break the barrel
of another gun that I threw it at in a spray of metal and wood. I pulled out a
talisman and a short sword from my coat, breaking out into a sprint on the spot
to go through and cut every single rifle and shotgun they had into various
pieces and then taking away their revolvers, simply dropping them, unloaded, at
their feet. I came to a stop in front of them, holding the many bullets in one
hand and the talisman in the other. My short sword, which I had reinforced as
to even accomplish such a task, had vanished. “Memory Blank.” I called out, my
talisman glowing for a moment before giving off a bright flash.
I put my
things away, dropping the bullets to the ground as I wandered off. “No deaths
or theft this time… Destruction of private and public property, sure.” I told
the Strange Man as I climbed up onto my horse and rode off onto the road before
the law enforcement came to their senses.
‘Still
violent… but, violence to prevent bloodshed. Hmm…’
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