Corpus Christi, Texas…CVnU
The Last Gunslinger from the Vice Universe sighs a little walked down the streets of Corpus Christi he had only been in this new universe for a few weeks and home sickness had sunk in quickly. He missed his girlfriend and partner Toni, he missed is family, his missed Jewel’s Sake bar and grill, he missed everything. Since arriving here he had been searching for answers as to what he was suppose to do but when the money you had didn’t work here (and there was no cross reality currency exchange), very few items expect the clothes on his back, his treasure cowboy hat, Quicksilver his signature revolver, and the gift from Sartana Del Tajo a red metallic helmet referred to as El Tajo, getting answers was only the beginning of his problems. He had initially arrived in Houston, thankfully this world was not too different from his own, and that is where he had begun picking up small spare jobs to earn money. Crow also was doing some “heroics” on the side while wearing the red helmet he was given the newspaper were beginning to pick up on him and was calling him things like the Red Hero, the Red Defender, The Hooded Vigilante and all combos of those words and while the Rail-gun thought they were creative he didn’t quite like them. To protect the Crow Cementerio of this word no matter whom that person was he had chose to take up an alias or alter ego while wearing El Tajo .despite not knowing how to access it abilities yet, however he had yet found a good name for himself. Doing small jobs and basic heroics he had got enough money to travel a little a had moved down to Corpus Chirsti hoping that he could at least get a lead as to where to start from there.
Thankfully with the money that he had earned Crow was able to afford some basic necessities for his travels including; new clothes, a simple back pack and cantina, ammo for his revolver Quicksilver along with his two new weapons a pair of hand guns he dubbed Los Gemelos, somebody armor to protect him from “mutants” which he had bought from an anti-“mutant” store, and a few more items. The armor may not have been cheap but Crow knew the difference between a waste and an asset he didn’t know what these “mutants” could do but from the way the ignorant, redneck, gun shop owner talked they were hardcore and Crow wasn’t taking any chances especially since his powers were on the frisk, he still had his control over electricity but now he no longer had access to some of the more advance skills and he couldn’t generate it he had to draw it from a source luckily though he could still use Rail-gun and could alter his strength and speed with it. Crow also acquired one more item a small brown leather notebook for him to write down information, tips, hints, leads, names, places, and more but to also help him remember where he came from who he was. He didn’t know how long he will be here and he wasn’t going to lose sight of who he was, where he was from, and his goal; therefore written on the front page was the Gunslinger Code and Toni Sociere his partner and girlfriend. Other than that the notebook only had one name in it, Ziccarra Liafador aka Sha, other than that the Last Gunslinger had no clue where to go he needed someone with information and lots of it.
The Rail-gun had just finished a shift working at the shipping yard near Corpus Christi in order to make some more money so he could keep moving on, and right now he was heading towards a local bar the yardmen and some of the sailors talked called the Down and Out. The Last Gunslinger had on a simple attire consisting of black sleeves jacket, an eagle wing design decorated the back of the jacket, over a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of brown leather gloves. The Rail-gun also had on a pair of faded black jeans and brown cowboy boots; completing his cowboy attire was a brown leather holster with his signature revolver Quicksilver in it and his treasured cowboy hat on his head tipped low casting a shade on his cobalt blue eyes. Underneath his jacket was his new dual pistols Los Gemelos and he had on his brown leather back pack hanging off his shoulder which contained his various items and El Tajo, the red helmet from Sartana. Crow pushed up the door to the bar to be face with some scruffy looking individuals. The dingy dive bar on the pier was filled with sailors, ship yard workers, and the off casts of society who wanted to escape from the world and drown in a bottle of cheap scotch. Off to one of the corners was a loner playing a piano to a sad tune as if he intended for anyone to hear this ballad of a man lost to sadden the very soul. Crow had to the wooden bar in the back noticing the eyes following the new stranger to this place his expertly trained eyes catching the glimpses of knives, brass knuckles, lead pipes, and iron chains. The Gunslinger only thought one thing, what a lovely crowd? I bet they donate toys to homeless children on the weekend or….they beat up old ladies for spare change. The Rail-gun took a sit on a creaky bench at the bar where the bartender (and presumably owner) approached Crow he reeked of stale cigars and cheap beer watered down with the depravity of the forgotten. His face was obscure and by a scruffy beard and an eye partially covered a crescent shape scar running down his eye. “Watcha hav’n son?” Crow smirked a little as he looked up tilting his cowboy hat up. “Yeah I’ll take a strawberry sundae.”
There was a deafening silence in the room as all eyes fell on Crow and his outlandish order that was until the larger, scariest looking bugger in the Down and Out the man arm were a portrait of tattoos that told his story he look liked he could strangle a man and probably did several times in the past. The man slammed down a large knife in the rotted wood of the bar driving it deep right next to the Gunslinger of the Edge. “List’n you wanna be cowboy prick! This isn’t some f*cking queer club for you to get your rocks off! So I suggest you straddle up an get the fuck outa here before I show you some serious queer bash’n!” The Last Gunslinger smirked just a little and let out a sigh as he stood up….
1 minute later
There was frightful crash as suddenly the bloody and beaten body of the towering thug was thrown clean through the single window of the Down and Out. The man was thrown with such force that he was launched clean off the pier into the ocean just off the bar creating a loud splash. However standing out the window surrounded by broken bits of table and glass a smirk on his face his cobalt eyes glowing a little was the Last Gunslinger, Crow Cementerio from the Vice-Verse now in the CVnU