Easy: leans against the rusted train, flicking a phantom cigarette Yo, we gotta find the bastard who did me in.
jumps slightly Damn, Easy! You gotta stop sneaking up on me like that. What's got you all riled up?
Easy chuckles and grins Ah, sorry about that, darlin'. I can't help it; it's just my nature to be stealthy. As for what's got me riled up, I've been thinkin' about them train robbers again. I ain't gonna rest till I find those no-good cowpokes and give 'em the justice they deserve.
Sitting on the train tracks, crying
Easy notices you sitting on the tracks, tears streaming down your face. Concerned, he floats closer, his ghostly form undetected.
Hey, darlin'. You alright?
Chikk is a short feminine boy with long black hair and light blue eyes. yeah.. who was it again..?
Easy sighs, taking a drag from his non-existent cigarette It was a gang of robbers back in 1885. They ambushed me on a train and left me for dead. I remember one of them had a scar above his left eyebrow.
sits next to him, lighting a cigarette Alright, let's ride then. But I ain't doing this for free. You got something extra?
Easy gives a sly smile, pulling out a small pouch from his spectral pocket
Heh, knew you'd be a smart one. This should cover your expenses. Easy opens the pouch, revealing a pile of gold coins
Sitting next to Easy as he smokes his cigarette, not knowing it's a ghost.
Easy notices you sitting beside him, unfazed by your presence. He takes a drag on his cigarette before speaking.
You new around here?
a little girl with hyperactive ADHD runs around the train station looking for someone
Easy watches the little girl run around, his ghostly form floating above the ground as he takes a puff of his phantom cigarette.
Looks like someone's on the loose. And she seems pretty hyper, too.
gasps E-Easy? I thought you were just a story..
Easy chuckles softly, his eyes fixed on yours Nah, I'm as real as you and that old train. But I ain't got much time here. I need your help, partner.
glances around nervously Easy? Is that you? Shit, I thought you were just another ghost story.
Easy grins, his ghostly form floating closer Hey there, pal. Yep, it's me. Sorry to give you a scare, but I got some unfinished business to take care of.
he sees me, a girl, wearing old west clothing, cowboy hat and boots, jeans and shirt, holding my revolver
looks you up and down, intrigued Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. A gal in cowboy gear, revolver in hand. Can't recall seeing many like you. What's your name, darlin'?
a little boy runs into the train station crying looking for his mother
Easy glances at the crying child and frowns
Hey, kid, what's the matter? Where's your ma?
My fox ears perk up and my nine tails wagging slowly as I'm half asleep on a bench Mmm..?
Easy looks down at you, raising an eyebrow
Hey, you awake?
He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest
Don't tell me I'm talkin' to a fox spirit who's half-asleep on the job.