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Into the diverse little town did the strange steed stumble upon. A great, large creature with coarse and wiry fur and a grouchy temperment hanging about him. His legs were short stumpish things that ended in claws that looked very suitable for digging and foraging if for anything. He also had a very elongated snout that ended in a very wet and black nose, his mouth too short in the front so that yellowed teeth peeked from underneath dark lips. White and black stripes ran the sides of this creature, the rest of him covered in rather shaggy grey-ish fur.

If this creature was to be compared to anything at all, it would have to be that of a very large badger. A VERY large badger. His shoulder was about level with the head of even the tallest of men and he looked stout and powerful. This was probably why the man upon his back rode him, swaying along with the creatures very rolling sort of gait. The man was a very curious thing himself. A pale and very slight looking man, with a delicate nose and free flowing green hair. An elegant emerald robe adorned his figure, silver lining and other such fancys covered beneath a great billowing black cloak caked in mud and travel stains. Also, quite curiously, a feathered tail of the most exquiste shades of green just draped over the side of this great beast he rode upon.

The man sat straight up in the saddle he rode in, reigns that were attached to this creatures great jaws held firmly in one hand while the other held the horn of said saddle. He appeared to be a very serious man... a trader perhaps due to the amount of wares strapped to the back of this creature. Many a parcel wrapped tightly with waxed paper or leather were bound tightly with ropes and bound more tightly still to the mounts great haunches. They shifted every now and then, but on the man lead his mount, a very intense look held in his slate coloured eyes. He didn't even seem to notice how out of place a giant badger must have been, even with all the diversity within this humble resting place.

The strange man and strange mount had been traveling for quite a day's time, for what, no one could be sure except the man himself who didn't appear to be a very big talker... and no one cared to ask, so the man continued on until his hsarp grey eyes flashed in a certain direction. With a little nudge of his heels into the thick, bristly sides of his steed he parked next to a horse... and in front of bar that had a very lovely smell coming from it. Real food seemed like a good idea.

"Alright Michael!" The man said in a surprisingly high voice, a hand brushing green strands of hair away from his face. "Ease down!"

The large grumpy looking badger, or Michael, gave a great snort and did not move. The man twisted his delicate mouth into a frown, and his slanted eyes narrowed.

"Michael..." He tried to say more sternly, but alas, the badger did not budge. "You BLASTED animal!" He exlaimed and with an air of someone rather... clumbsy, he eased his left leg out of it's stirrup and attemped to slide down the other side. However, this man was to find that he misjudged the vast width of his mount and struggled comically to get his leg up. "You have been eating too many mushrooms again, haven't you!?" The man said feebly as he kicked his left leg about, thrashing wildly and quite foolishly.

Michael gave a grunt and ignored him.

The curious man gave a little glowering huff and then a cry as he suddenly tumbled down the large badgers bristly side and landed flat on his back, legs stuck up in the air. It was then Michael chose to sit, his nose stuck up in the air with a very mocking air. The parcles upon his back slid a few feet down, but such was his luck for once, they stayed as they were.

The rather disheveled fellow sat up with a little grumble and punched the badger weakly. "If I had been in the right mind when I purchased you..." He said with such a loathing and then struggled to his feet, nearly tipping back again as he stepped on his cloak and quite expertly strangled himself with it. He gagged and undid the fastner on his cloak, letting it drop to the ground. "RAGH! You are a VILE little creature!" He stomped his foot haughtily and then spun on his heel. "Now, be a good badger... and STAY!" He grabbed a leather bound book from a saddle bag and sent his steed a scathing look.

With that, he strode into the bar with a cool and collected air... a smell of some food he had never smelled before wafting at his nose. It smelled good though, and he made a rather good entrance (unlike other times he didn't care to recall), that was until he tripped on his bare, bird like feet and fell right into the back of a very westernish looking man. He quickly threw himself back in a flurry of green feathers and took a very silly looking defensive position, his book hugged tightly to his chest like some sort of security blanket.

"ACK! Don't hurt me!" He said immediately and took a step back, one foot raised in maybe some odd looking martial arts stance. "It was an accident... And... and... I know kung fu." Whatever kung fu was. To make himself more convincing he hissed and twitched his fingers at him.

'Oh, impressive.' He thought to himself smugly, a confident smile making it's way onto his face. 'He'll think twice before messing with me.'

Tank was becoming dangerously confused by all this hoopla happening in his bar, but as they say, the show must go on. He attention turned toward to the man who had entered, looking him up and down with brow raised. He glanced out the window, seeing Kyle's steed, he almost looked back without a second thought. He did a double take when he saw what appeared to be a abnormally sized badger tethered outside as if it too was a reliable mount.

His eyes cut left, and once again rested on the newest member of the pandemonium. The man was now on the floor, cowering from Kyle, who was regarding him with bored fascination. The man jumped to his feet, making a ruckus about kung fu and the like and raised one of his strange bird-like feet in what Tank had to assume was some form of self defense.

Kyle put that dimly lit notion out with a quiet remark, and the man's already shaky self confidence seemed to deflate. Tank chuckled and glanced at the little creature the gunslinger had brought with him, his eyes curious as it seemed to darkly mirror its master. A somewhat amazed "huh" escaped him, and then his attention went to the others.

Tank found this moment opportune to announce to Kyle, "While firearms are allowed, I gotta say, this IS my place of business, and I don't want any trouble with that sort of thing. You catch my drift?"

He couldn't say he didn't like the people who'd just entered, but at the same time, he wasn't incredibly used to all these people everywhere. Dark Haven was a sleepy town, with a low population. A lot of people didn't take too kindly to the weather patterns around the place, and sometimes, all the different kinds of people tottering about make normal humans a little uncomfortable. It was understandable, he supposed. Some people live in closed areas where it's just humans, or just wolf demons. When everyone was intermingled, he guessed it could be a little intimidating.

"Everyone okay on drinks, or shall I start doing my job for once?"

Jake looked up at Tank, "Huh," He said, then hopped into Kyle's lap to steal a fry.

The man looked at Tank, then to the guns in his holsters, and gave a nod and an apology, "I'm sorry. There won't be any trouble. Sometimes my hands get carried away is all. They don't like surprises." He gave a hint of a smile and finished off his sandwich, and raised a hand, elbow resting onthe table. "I'd like another." He tapped the empty beer glass in front of him.

When Hero snapped the book shut, Kyle glanced over at him, cocking an eyebrow at his strange behaviour. Not only that, but he sat down next to him and started... Babbling. For a moment, he simply stared at the strange man, wondering if there'd be a break in his speaking for him to answer, but it seemed that it would never come, so he simply sat and watched, until he was sure he was done. "Those are my fries." Was his first answer.

Even poor Jake couldn't imitate what was being said, and instead leapt into Hero's lap and said, BILLY THE KID!" In a very good impression of Hero's excitement.

"Yes, I have a hat and guns... I'm a gunslinger, but have often been compared to a cowboy, and I've only vaguely heard about Billy the Kid." He'd never heard someone talk so fast, and he indeed slowly but surely began to wear a look of exasperation. It just kept going and going...

"I've been riding a horse, and yes, he's mine. I don't live anywhere in particular, and indeed have been shunned in certain cities for things I've done." It had finaly stopped... The silence (though relative, for there were still other conversations and tv noise going on) was almost deafening. "Yes... Though I'm not sure I'd choose interesting as the descriptor."

"Hero!" Jake answered, snatching a fry out of the man's hand and popping it into his own.

The gunslinger sighed at his comandeered fries, but answered all the same, "Most call me Kyle."

The man's horse gave a grunt as well, embarassed for the badger.

Having finished updating Shi on everything that had happened to him, and what he had seen of Mr. McKrea, he decided going back into the bar would be more comfortable than staying outside.

Not realizing there were new people in the bar, he felt very self-conscious without his trenchcoat. He paused at the bar to ask Tank for any kind of mixed drink before making his way to one of the tables. He would have liked to sit at the bar, but the strange bird-like creature was babbling in a high-pitched voice, and Christophe needed to do some thinking.

Arranging his wings around the back of the chair, he settled down to finish his delicious meal, and then pulled out his notebook to begin writing down what he had seen. He always wrote things down when he needed to solve a problem, and this seemed like a rather perplexing mystery. He hoped Shi would join him as well, as she seemed to know a lot of what went on. Being the proprietor of an inn had that kind of effect he supposed.

Rien scowled slightly as Nolah took the place she was going to occupy soon, by Christophe, but scolded herself immediately. She wondered why she felt jealous, especially when she was talking to the other handsome angel. The elf felt her cheeks redden, and rolled her eyes for this constant blushing. She really had to sort it out.