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[a man in steel and yellow body armor steps out of the town hall followed immediately by Sheriff Iussus.] Yes, thank you clearing that all up for us, Sheriff. I can completely understand why someone would panic when an armed man walks into an office with an innocent question--even though said weapon was nowhere near his hands. This kind of thing happens all the time. [only not at all, but he doesn't say that out loud.]
[the sheriff simply smiles, though the sarcasm in Washington's voice definitely isn't lost on him, and he holds his hand out. Wash obliges, giving the hand a single shake before releasing it and he remains where he is while the sheriff walks away.]
Well. [sighs] That was a total waste of time. [and so was his use of his helmet's long-range radio earlier, for that matter. grumbling softly, he starts to walk into the square in search of someone who can be more useful to him, all the while mindful of his motion tracker though no one seems to be setting up to ambush or attack him just from the general patterns of their movements. nevertheless, his hand casually reaches down to triple-check that his sidearm is still there--and it is; and he knows his rifle is still on his back--but just then, he starts to hear what sounds like whistling. it's faint at first, so he doesn't pay it any attention.]
[until the music suddenly crescendos with a full orchestra and surprises the hell out of him]
What the--?! [he immediately whirls around, but sees no one behind him. at least, no one who's whistling or bearing an instrument, anyway. and still the music continues.] This town is getting stranger by the minute. Where the hell is that music coming from?!
[the sheriff simply smiles, though the sarcasm in Washington's voice definitely isn't lost on him, and he holds his hand out. Wash obliges, giving the hand a single shake before releasing it and he remains where he is while the sheriff walks away.]
Well. [sighs] That was a total waste of time. [and so was his use of his helmet's long-range radio earlier, for that matter. grumbling softly, he starts to walk into the square in search of someone who can be more useful to him, all the while mindful of his motion tracker though no one seems to be setting up to ambush or attack him just from the general patterns of their movements. nevertheless, his hand casually reaches down to triple-check that his sidearm is still there--and it is; and he knows his rifle is still on his back--but just then, he starts to hear what sounds like whistling. it's faint at first, so he doesn't pay it any attention.]
[until the music suddenly crescendos with a full orchestra and surprises the hell out of him]
What the--?! [he immediately whirls around, but sees no one behind him. at least, no one who's whistling or bearing an instrument, anyway. and still the music continues.] This town is getting stranger by the minute. Where the hell is that music coming from?!