[i]And so, the Marshal had been approaching Charlotte on that day. He was walking from behind and tried to sound sneaky, though the clanging of metal organs slamming around faintly on nanite-crafted muscles had definitely given him away. His attire was his typical duster and hat, with a pair of jeans and a grey tee shirt, with his boots and a single six shooter at his hip. "Boo!"[/i]