You had nothing else to tell her that you reckoned she wouldn’t ignore; you ruled it was better to keep moving ahead. Perhaps, though unlikely, her hopes would ring true, and she would find her brother an unchanged man. Else, the devil would get his dues. You glanced at her with brief pity and then moved ahead, your soles drifting through the sand and leaving your imprint on the Graveyard Frontier. With a seething expression, Goldie looked as you ignored the watch hand guiding towards Henry and instead trudged to where you deemed right to go. You were not going to be led by a child, neither were you going to walk to your death … even though Bill said the El Dorado Warren was not a nice place either.Another couple of hours passed in trudging silence, the soreness of prick marks boohooing in mild annoyance. The bullet wound crackled in your luminous flesh as if it was a sunken knife that chipped and then shattered into dozen shards while still inside your shoulder. You grasped your joint but it did little to veil the pain. The only thing keeping your attention from the wound was your thirst: what meagre drops of cactus juice you had in your body were becoming a memory. If Prickly Nicety’s nectar was a drink of choice in the Graveyard Frontier, then you hoped you would chance upon it again, even if it was going to dress in the flesh clothing of someone you knew. It wouldn’t be another Mercedes. Would it? You knew other people the welcoming and kind presence who could try and challenge your reason besides her, true?As you recollected their names and visages of them, you heard the sound of creaking metal and then, once you focused your gaze, a dazzling spectral monument in the shape of a windmill—no, a windpump. Standing there was a tower of abandoned opaque lumber that was curved and shifting like mist, similar to the ranch you saw not so long ago. Its eerie glow shifted from pale blue to intense green and cast a dim light which battled but soon faded into the fog. The many unmoving blades flashed under the moonlight, scintillating rust gnawing on the outlines. The rotor ground and groaned, but barely moved an inch. You neared underneath the phantom construction towards the empty pipe, as dry as your throat. You swallowed and scratched your head, was this some sort of joke on the behalf of the underworld?
> Continue moving on; screw this potential way to quench your thirst. > Climb the scaffolding to reach the blade and attempt to push it along.> Ask Goldie to climb up the tower and then attempt to pull the blades.> Tell Goldie that with the thirst it’s possible you’ll “die” and re-emerge somewhere else—God knows where—which will complicate it for you and her. Tell her to help.> You are being followed by the Leftovers, luck would have it, they are still on your trail. The powerful wind follows them, it seems. Make camp and wait for them …> [Write In]
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>>5607743> Tell Goldie that with the thirst it’s possible you’ll “die” and re-emerge somewhere else—God knows where—which will complicate it for you and her. Tell her to help.
>>5607743> You are being followed by the Leftovers, luck would have it, they are still on your trail. The powerful wind follows them, it seems. Make camp and wait for them
>>5607743>> Continue moving on; screw this potential way to quench your thirst.best keep moving
>>5607743>Tell Goldie that with the thirst it’s possible you’ll “die” and re-emerge somewhere else—God knows where—which will complicate it for you and her. Tell her to help.
>>5607743>You are being followed by the Leftovers, luck would have it, they are still on your trail. The powerful wind follows them, it seems. Make camp and wait for them
>>5607743>> Tell Goldie that with the thirst it’s possible you’ll “die” and re-emerge somewhere else—God knows where—which will complicate it for you and her. Tell her to help.
>>5607743>You are being followed by the Leftovers, luck would have it, they are still on your trail. The powerful wind follows them, it seems. Make camp and wait for themThirst won’t kill us from what we were told, but we could use something to barter before we hit the town.
>>5607743> Tell Goldie that with the thirst it’s possible you’ll “die” and re-emerge somewhere else> Ask Goldie to climb up the tower and then attempt to pull the blades.She's thirsty too, I bet.And betting on Leftovers to come close enough to move the windmill that might not even work in the first place, is gamble I don't want to make.
>>5607791>>5607798>>5607799>>5607853>>5607854>>5607918>>5608058>>5608074>>5608706You dragged your hand against the ghastly pipe. You struck it with your knuckles to no avail.“Are you thirsty?” you asked her.“Why should you care?” Goldie said. She crossed her arms and, after a pause, remarked, “No … I’m neither hungry nor thirsty nor do I feel tired. That's how it works here, it seems.”“Lucky you,” you said, not putting much weight into your words. You pointed to your throat. “Looks like your brother’s thorns didn’t bedevil your body in any way,” you said, “but as for me, I feel as dry as a tumbleweed, thirsty enough I can imagine myself biting the dust. If that happens, I’ll reemerge God knows where from here.”“Yes, I get it—you are in pain, how bad. How horrible. If we followed into the town instead as I said, you could’ve found a drink there.”“You suggested we go there before we even stumbled upon the Prickly Niceties,” you sighed. You nudged your head up, “We need to pull the blades to see if that’ll get the rotor and the pump movi—”“Us?” she asked, furrowing her brows and scowling.Your fingers trailed a path through your greying hair. “You got an unbreakable soul when you got here, girl. Do you want me to disappear out of your grasp or nay?”Goldie pouted. Her eyes rolled up to the top of the windmill. “I don’t really like” —she swallowed— “Do it yourself, you are making it hard for me so why should I make it easier for you? The more in pain you are the breezier it’ll be for Henry.” She cocked her head and, for a second, her irises shrunk. “I know you are going to resist.”You exhaled through your teeth and then spat on the ground. Rolling your shoulders and flexing your arms you approached the twisted timbered tower and, grabbing into the vague spectral wood—chilling, fizzy and wispy to the touch—you began to ascend it. Slowly. Irregularly, your fingers slipped through the wood like it was rotten but it returned to its unstable firmness when you removed your hands and it didn’t repeat the trickery on your second tries. Eventually, you stood near the decaying blades. You peered towards the horizon but the hanging haze hid anything of interest, the shadows of the hanging billows shrouding everything else.You approached the edge of the platform, steadying yourself in the harrowing moonlight as if you were closer to it than it was within the Graveyard’s Frontier law. You reached beneath the closest blade with your fingers, and, as soon as you brushed against the rusty iron, you feel a piercing bite, your shining skin cut to the bone.> Use only one hand to pull the blade against the clock with as little pain as you can.> Grab the blade with both hands and use all your strength to pull it, ignore the pain.> You would like a drink. You really need a drink … but maybe it can wait a little more. Climb down.> [Write In]
>>5608975> Use only one hand to pull the blade against the clock with as little pain as you can.
>>5608975> Grab the blade with both hands and use all your strength to pull it, ignore the pain.
>>5608975Yeah, that went like I expected. Good to know she’s afraid of heights though.Iron might hurt more than usual against soul stuff too. Bullets are usually made out of “feeble iron” and Bill’s knife was iron too. Could be practicality, could be a known weakness.> Find some wood to clutch in your hands to keep the iron from biting deep, or possibly at all.> Grab the blade with both hands and use all your strength to pull it, ignore the pain.
>>5608975> You would like a drink. You really need a drink … but maybe it can wait a little more. Climb down.What's the point in relief for our thirst at the cost of one or two hands? Both pains are going to come back, might as well just suffer with one than two.
>>5608975>> Grab the blade with both hands and use all your strength to pull it, ignore the pain.
>>5609017This, find something we can use as a tool. I know last thread this dude hugged a cactus but how did he survive 40 years if he’s retarded enough to grab sharp rusty metal with his bare hands in the age before tetanus vaccines
>>5609370He's normally not a parched ghost in a hell-realm, operating on a time-limit and in a place with limited access to supplies and tools, being hunted by vengeful apparitions with the instincts of homing pigeons. Though...>>5608975If>Find some wood to clutch in your hands to keep the iron from biting deep, or possibly at allis viable, please add it to my vote at >>5608994
>>5608975>>5608991Changing my vote to support >>5609017
>>5609017+1
>>5609017+1, let's not get ghost tetanus
