Spectrum Telenine
Reekoh
Morphed Telenine: 8:51 Subeta Time on 4/6/11
Colored Spectrum: 8:53 Subeta Time on 4/6/11
Cost:
Potion: 4,199,998 sP
Elixir: 47,000 sP
Minion given on: 4/7/11 @ 2:48 Subeta Time
LARIAT & SIDEKICK – ORIGIN STORY
I ripped down another wanted poster featuring the face of myself.
Sidekick laughed. “You can keep ripping those down, but it’s not going to do any good. Those posters are all over Subeta.”
My lip curled in a half-hearted snarl down at my minion. “Easy for you to say, your mug isn’t plastered on posters for anyone and everyone to see.”
“They mention my name!” he protested.
I dropped my crumpled up wanted poster, then kicked it for good measure. It bounced about one foot before coming to a stop. I felt even more humiliated. Even my kicks were out to get me. “Sidekick could be anyone. It could be the name of my gun, or my lucky boots. They have no idea who or what you are. Me, though...” I thought of my face smack dab in the middle of that poster and shuddered. “They even gave me some ugly scars, too.”
“I thought they made you look dashing.”
I shook my head. “You don’t have to flatter me, I’ll feed you regardless.”
He laughed and chased after my crumpled poster.
What was really troubling me was that my face and name were even on a wanted poster to begin with. Up until I recently started ripping down public notices (which probably isn’t even illegal), I had a clean slate, no illegal activities whatsoever attached to my name. I was spotless. And then it was like an explosion went off. My neighbor knocked on my door one morning and invited herself over for breakfast. I didn’t care, as she was good looking (not single, but also not a problem), so I let her in. Next thing I know, she’s shoving me to the ground and yelling at me to stop resisting. Of course I’m not going to stop resisting, so to make a long story short, I evaded her attempted choke hold and pinned her to the floor. She then showed me the poster with my face on it.
Back then, I was worth a puny $50. Apparently, crime was trending up in my name, and so was my reward value, currently around the $1,000 mark. If they raised it too much higher, I might be tempted to turn myself in. And where the heck did “the Roper” come in to play?
“You know, I keep telling you this is a case of stolen identity. We really ought to go to the police or something,” Sidekick said, interrupting my dismal thoughts.
“We’ve been through this a dozen times already. No one will believe us. Even our own neighbors thought I was some criminal and you my two bit partner.”
“Then how are we supposed to clear our good names?”
I stopped walking. “I have an idea.” A devilish grin split my face.
Sidekick’s tail started to wag in excitement. “I love that look. What’s the plan?”
“Follow me and see, my good sir.”
“Are you sure all you want to wear is a red bandana?” I asked Sidekick for the third time.
He nodded. “I don’t want all that extra clothes like you are wearing to get in my way of chasing down the bad guys.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re just miffed now because they only had chaps sized for me. I told you we could get a pair made for you.” I twirled my gun and slung it into my holster. I felt like a super hero.
“I am not miffed. You look rather silly wearing only chaps on your front legs. Why not any for the back?” He shook his head. “No, thanks, I’ll go chapless, if you don’t mind.”
I shrugged. “Suit yourself. Are you ready?”
We both turned to the mirror to admire our new look. I had a golden sheriff’s badge tattooed onto my tail, and in addition to my chaps, I had a red bandana matching Sidekick’s around my neck and a brown cowboy hat atop my head.
Sidekick twirled in a fast circle and grinned. “I feel so bada-“
“Language, Sidekick!” I chided him. “Gentlemen of the law never swear in public. But I do agree with you.”
“We aren’t in public, we’re in Reekoh’s house!”
Speaking of the devil, Reekoh herself stuck her head in my room. “What are you doing, Lariat, Sidekick?” Her eyes lit up when she saw our new clothes. “Oh, you guys look so c-!”
I cut her off. “Do NOT say cute!” I couldn’t afford to look cute. I was supposed to look like a sheriff, someone capable of taking matters into their own hands!
She waved her hand in the air. “I was going to say, you guys look so cool. Where are you off to? This doesn’t have anything to do with those wanted posters that have been appearing around town with an image of someone who bears a striking resemblance to you, does it?”
“Please. Sidekick and I are just brushing up on our Western look.” I looked down at Sidekick, widened my eyes and jerked my stare towards the door. “Speaking of which, we are late to a, um, western shootout reenactment. I’m understudy to the sheriff, who is supposed to shoot the bad guy who just robbed a bank. It starts at noon, so we’d better skedaddle!” We took off for my door.
“It’s 12:30, Lariat, I think you missed it. Where is this reenactment, I’d love to watch!” Reekoh yelled after us. Luckily we were already out the front door by the time her last words were spoken. We ran for a few minutes to make sure she wasn’t following us, and then stopped.
“So, here we are, boss. Now what?” Sidekick sat in front of me, waiting for directions.
I grinned. “Now we hunt for justice.”
