Wandering about the desert near your town your oc stumbles upon a young man slumped against the rocks, at first glance he looks dead, unable to even swat at the insects buzzing near, the only clue that he was either still alive, or hadn’t been there long was the lack of vultures, they’re usually quick to come to a corpse, creeping closer you could see he was still breathing, but just barely, he’d been hit over the head pretty hard, his face was slightly ****ed up, rendering him mostly unrecognizable, but there was something unsettlingly familiar about him, but you couldn’t put your finger on it, but this was dangerous territory, he was certainly a stranger, and could be bad news, but if you left him he could possibly end up dying out here, and you’d have that on your conscience he’d lost enough blood as it is, he looked like he’d clearly been in a gun fight of sorts, maybe even been mugged, the outlaws around these parts where ruthless, it wouldn’t be above them to bludgeon a victim if they themselves where

losing, his arm was broken, you could tell as much considering he was lying on it, and his shoulder was royally ****ed up What will you do?

Mm This one might have a tad bit of violence,, And depending on your actions You might even meet Syphon and his little,,, Crew. Teehee

If,, if you,,, dont wanna participate thats cool,, but like At least talk to me ya geese/lh/nm

OOOO **** YES. HELLLL YESSS,, is apple the one with the red hair or someone else?)) At the slightest touch to the injuries the man lying against the rocks seemed to flinch, opening his eyes he stared up at Apple, he seemed dazed, not fully realizing what was happening, his tried to speak but all that came out was a slurred sound not even close to resembling words, he tried to move, the brief panic crossing his expression confirming he’d probably been in a bad situation when he got injured, and believed Apple was apart of said group, after it clicked that the other was helping him he’d stop, just staring at him warily, the injured man wasn’t armed, but he did have a holster on his person, used to have a gun it seems.

((Sweeet!! He’s really cool i- your descriptions really do got me picturing this wonderfully. Now,, im gonna have you pick heads or tails,, and depending on which you get,, depends on if you get a lovely encounter with Syphons,, or if you just dont wanna or do just lemme know,,) He’d hesitate, staring at his face, a brief look of complete an utter confusion on his face before he just slowly attempted to nod, only to resort to blinking twice when he realized moving wouldnt be the safest bet, he attempted to mumble something, looking away from the man,, beast,,? Person,,? He didnt have any idea,, this was all so confusing, how long had he been out? He pushed the thought back and continued to watch the horizon, worried. Seemingly like he was waiting for something to happen Or waiting for someone. ((OOO **** YES,,, that’d be so cool,, Apple,, Apple you are simply so,, blunt,,,

Damn,, i completely understand that actually But i do appreciate the imagery!/gen And Ohohohoohoho,, tails,,,) The man seemed to panic briefly when moved slightly more then he’d like to be, quickly grabbing onto Apple’s shoulder with the non injured hand, his skull was certainly cracked, and he was still bleeding a significant amount, though, head injuries usually bleed a lot, no matter how deep, but it certainly looked like he was bashed in the head with a rock, or the butt of a gun, quite a few times, hell if it had been any harder/more he’d definitely be dead, he was staring at Apple with the face of someone who was utterly terrified, after all, his life was in the hands of a complete stranger. He’d abruptly stop, his expression becoming one of sheer ‘oh jesus shit ****’ as he watched, horrified, at something back behind the other. In a strange moment of panic, he tried to scramble away from Apple, rather unsuccessfully to be honest, he seemed,, panicked, incredibly so.

OOOGEDRFUYRJHF HELL YES YESSSS HELL ****ING YESS IM ALL FOR THIS))

There was a tall, very thinly built man standing nearby, he was walking over with an irritating amount of swagger, the sound of crunching sand and boot spurs was the only noise he made as he approached, he’d make a soft noise that sounded like a mix of a hiss and a snicker, tipping his hat at Apple. “Evenin. Ya got ssssom’in’ there i need.” His voice, while higher pitched then would be expected, had a heavy southern accent to it, but the way he extended the s’s in his voice was almost silly, he stood there, a grin on his face, he had sharpened down canines, similar to snake teeth, and the symbol carved into his lower arm was incredibly familiar, due to the sun being right on the man, it was very visible a symbol of a notable gang of outlaws, lead by a man who could make you cut your own fingers off with simply his words, Syphon, and this man here, was Taipan, a bandit with a knack for poisons, fittingly named after the snake. The injured man was in quite the state, utterly panicked

Exactttlyy,, just- just- mannn 1000% on board with this,, if it goes over well,,))

Taipan gave him a wide, yet attempting to be charming grin. “Clever one aintcha? Well ssssadly, I’ll be needin one of that there mans fingers. It’ll only take a moment. Then you can take the ressst of em and do whatever it is you’d like with em.” He’d pull out a knife, flicking it in the light, upon closer inspection this man was dressed, well, excellently, nice clothes, clean even, he certainly wasn’t one low on cash, he had a belt of various venoms on his person, and a good few rings along his fingers, golden earrings, a nice hat, the works, hell even the metal on his boots where gold. “Now. sssssstep aside will ya? It’ll be quick” The injured man seemed even more worried after the comment about teeth, immediately revoking his trust of the man who just tried to help him, trying his best to pull himself to his feet using the rock as leverage, he was struggling a good amount, probably due to the bullet hole in his leg, but he was still determined to get out of this situation.

He’d hesitate, slowly leaning against the rock, deciding to wait and see what would happen, but certainly be ready to bolt if things turned sour. Taipan frowned. “Who am i to ask what he needsss it for? I sssimply do what im told.” He’d inspect the blade of the knife before a sick smile crosses his face. “But if the dead meat means sssso much to you,, i can simply kill him now? Hm? My bossss needss ssome form of evidence of hissss death,, fingersss where the first i could think of ssso you could ssstill get your usess out of ‘em.” He’d pause and shift the way he stood to something more cocky. “oooor,, i could leave without anything,, for a price. How much does your little pound of flesh mean to you?”

Taipan put the knife away and walker closer, tipping his hat back to show his face, he had rather vicious scarring along one side of his face, the kind of burns that pull your skin tight, leaving part of his mouth permanently crimped up in a half smile. “Well then. Let’s bargain sssshall we? You pay me, I’ll leave em in tact, and take,, mmm,, the sssscarf on his neck as evidence,, and leave ya be. Ssssoundss fair hm?” He put his hands on his hips, grinning wider as he looked Apple dead in the eyes, his expression said he wasnt afraid, he wasn’t even wary of him, but the way his fingers lingered on the viles on his belt was a simple ‘**** around and find out’ clear as day.

Taipan huffed softly. “Hm. Clever clever. Fine. I can ressspect the lack of trust.” His voice was bitter, like he was simply itching for a reason to pick a fight with the other, watching, his eyes narrowed, as the injured man struggled to remove his bandana with one hand and shakily hand it to him, he’d chuckle softly. “Poor thing” his voice was sickeningly sweet, definitely a fake sweet. “Little Mitch,, He did a real number on you mm?” The man seemed to visibly flinch at the sound of what could be assumed was his own name and simply slumped back against the rock, seemingly quiet and reserved now.

Taipan took the bandana quickly and slipped it into his pocket. “Good. You deal with em now. I’ll be off, bessst pray he’sss dead n ssssold before Syphon hearsss bout thisss.” The way he didnt speak the name ‘Syphon’ with his snakelike voice showed that whoever that was, wasnt the man youd like to cross, or pick fun at. He’d turn on his heels and leave, walking off without another word, stopping a decent ways away before whistling sharply, and, quite in character with his past overdramatics, hopped onto the back of the horse that darted past as it did, and rode off The injured man, Mitch, slid down the rock and sat there, panting and gently grasping at his own neck, his expression was horrified, one of someone who’d just escaped death twice and didnt know how he did it, poor thing was shaking.

He’d hesitate before staring up at Alvin before giving him a slow nod and struggling for a moment to prop himself up to make it easier for him to wrap/clean his head, it was a mighty good sized dent, definitely a rock, theres no gun with a butt big enough to cause that much damage, he was breathing heavily, his eyes slightly hazed over, he was exhausted, too much stress for one day, but the way he gently grabbed at Alvins cloak/any sort of loose clothing and just looked up at him, with that half desperate expression of sheer relief and gratefulness.

He’d gently let go and let him work, slightly leaned forwards, by the time he was nearly done Mitch had leaned his full weight against him, slipping back into being barely conscious, his breathing quick and uneven, the amount of blood soaking the rock and the back of his shirt showed the injuries in his stomach/side areas where deep, maybe the bullets had even gone all the way through his body, either way, he was tired, and just barely clinging onto staying awake.

He’d jerk awake, mumbling quietly, a bit of blood dripping from his mouth, it was incredibly unclear if it was internal damage or he’d just bit his tongue, it wasnt a lot of blood after all, but he’d nod, trying to stay awake, going to the point of slightly digging his free hand into one of the injuries to jolt himself into consciousness every now and then.

He’d rest his head on his shoulder, doing his best to keep a grip on Apple while keeping himself awake, it was only when they weren’t far from the town that Apple could feel the man on him starting to grow limp, he was losing consciousness his grip slackening, the makeshift bandage along his head was soaked and already slightly leaking a bit into his face again, but the bleeding on the other injuries has more or less stopped, but hes lost a lot of blood, maybe too much at this point.

Mitch was unconscious now, his breathing sickeningly slow and his grip on him had completely gone slack and he was still losing blood, he couldn’t do much but lay there, and,, i dont know what else to write to extend this because uh He,, he’s unconscious.

Damn,, welp, one thing that needs to be stated: The injuries are significantly worse then first thought, and he’s missing a good chunk of skin along his broken arm, its an older scar, but clearly he- or someone else- had peeled a good chunk of flesh off his arm Ahem and now- He’d groggily wake up, mumbling to himself as he slowly opens his eyes, his brain was foggy, where was he,,? What happened,,? He tried to speak but just managed a soft croaking noise of exhaustion, his thoughts where swimming and he’d notice the woman, slightly staring, genuinely worried he might’ve died, certainly she was rather lovely, but being the gay ass cowboy he is his brain simply went ‘nice woman? Oh dear lord im dead.’ He’d hesitate and just stare, confused.

AFSGVDHFJBGa well i mean,, they each got different members of Syphons gang,, different behaviors make for different stories,, Taipans the easiest to bribe,, Cautery wont let shit slip, and Syphon himself doesn’t take lightly to peoples refusal,,, but you’re certainly getting an interesting storyline,, wonder how different it’d be if you’d gotten a different gang member,,,))

Mitch hesitates and tries to sit up, slightly surprised when he was able to with surprisingly little resistance, he hesitated and attempted to speak again, managing a soft, barely audible whisper of “Yes,,” he tried to say more but it came out mumbled and inaudible, he’d hesitate for a minute and gently rub the back of his head, wincing a bit. ((Hmmm lets see,, If he’d disrespected Syphon he’d probably be getting similar treatment to Rowan down there, and if Cautery had spotted them, Mitch probably would’ve been shot on site,, maybe Apple too if he tried to interfere,, I guess the magic wheel of fortune wanted them both to live,, damn. Lucky Apple.

EXACTLY,, COWBOY BOYFRIEND IS GREAT,,,))

Precisely.)) He’d hesitate and nod a bit, gently taking the cup with his shaking hand, he did manage to drink all of it, and once he was done he cleared his throat, coughing a bit, gently setting the cup on the table before he sat up a little further and he’d just clear his throat again before murmuring a soft. “Mitch,, im,, im Mitch.” His voice was still rather shaky, but the way he spoke was oddly sweet, he did have a slight accent, but it wasnt anything heavy, it was just enough to make his words sound softer.

He’d hesitate, staring for a moment before looking at his hands before looking slightly determined before he slid his legs off the bed, hesitant before attempting to stand up, his injured leg proceeded to give out under him and he barely caught himself on the edge of the bed before hed fallen over completely, he looked rather shaken and hesitates before looking over at her. “how,, much do you,, know?” He murmurs, curious and needing something to talk about while he tried to get up, and smother the humiliation of probably needing help.

He’d slightly lean against her, one hand on the wall, trying his best to walk decently, he was breathing heavily and nodded a bit. “That’s,, thats right” he whispers, walking with her, staring at the stairs with slight dismay. “Oh,, great,,”

He’d hesitate and nod, making his way rather slowly for a bit till he got a good hand at making sure to step in a way that didnt cause horrible pain, the stairs where the hardest part, he did manage to get down without slipping, but he looked really out of it after, he even just sat on the bottom stair, leaning his head against the railing, needing a little moment

He’d hesitate a minute before nodding a bit, he’d slowly pull himself up after a minute and nod. “Im,, im alright now,,” he gives her a hesitant half smile, she was certainly nicer then most folks hes met, for a brief moment, a look of slight sadness crossed his face before being quickly replaced by something more guarded as he made his way to the counter with her help.

he’d nod a bit and sit at the bar, hesitating he’d look at the food he was given and murmur a soft. “thank you,,” before quietly starting to eat, while he hasn’t eaten in a good while, he didnt want that to be so easy to realize so he ate rather slowly, he’d pause at the sound of beads and look over, pausing as recognition crosses his face and he gives him a tiny smile. “Alvin,, Right?” His voice was soft, probably a nicer thing to listen to then would’ve been expected. “You,, I owe you one,, big time.” He managed a soft chuckle, gently grabbing the glass of liquor and taking a small sip, the momentary relief that crosses his face as he smiles a bit. “Jesus,,”

He’d hesitate and nod. “Understandably,, can lead to quite the mess,,” he murmurs before pausing. “im,, i dont know if you’re using Vultures as a metaphor or actually dont like vultures,, but both are understandable actually.” He’d continue quietly eating, focusing more on his food then anything, glancing over at Alvin every once and awhile.

“They are kinda gross lookin birds huh?” He’d chuckle a bit before hesitating and finishing up the food taking a sip of the alcohol before hesitating. “Er,, where can I bring these dishes,,? Id like to help out a bit if and where I can,,” he’d look at the bartender waiting for instructions or something, the scarring along his forearm incredibly visible at this angle, along with a strange splash or so of what seems to be the remains of a carved out tattoo of sorts.

He’d pause, startled and just stared at the two before quickly getting to his feet, nearly falling over. “no no no,, i dont want to cause any trouble,,” his voice was soft, slightly shaky. “I’ll get clean outta your hair if you need me to leave,, i- i can get going now even,, you’ve been nothin but pleasant keepin me here for as long as i was out,, it’d be the least i can do,,” his voice was oddly desperate as he gently clutched onto the bar to keep from falling, staring between Apple and Lenard.

He’d hesitate and quietly sit back down, resigned to being quiet for a good while before he spoke up. “I can,, help if push comes to shove,, i,, know a thing or two,,” his voice was very soft as he spoke, looking up at the two, he seemed,, anxious. “Im,, im sorry for any trouble i might’ve caused,, or,, could cause,,”

Mitch paused staring at Apple, strangely it wasnt a look of horror or curiosity, it was a strange look of intrigue. “You’re,,” he’d continue to stare for a moment before a tiny smile crossed his face. “Surprisingly pleasant.” His tone was,, slightly teasing? He must certainly be feeling a bit better then, hed glance back at the bartender gently gathering up his dishes again. “Uh,, where can i take these,,?” He asks once more, a little less quietly. But nothing too loud of course. (Mmm,, letssss seee,, how long are Apple and Mitch gonna be in town? And should Syphon and his little,, buddies,, pop into the bar?

((UGHHH FINNNE,, I MEANT LIKE,,, LATER ONNNN,,, Like,, once Mitch is really back on his feet,, and then Apple’s find out why the **** Mitch was snatched up by Syphon to begin with,,,,, he was,, very good at his job,,, He’d hesitate and nod. “Understood,,” he’d sit there, quietly looking into the cup of liquor he still had before taking another sip, every now and then he’d glance at Apple, he certainly enjoyed the others company, he’d gently run his fingers through his own straight brown hair, while it was certainly less then fluffy, it wasn’t exactly stick straight, it was pulled up in a nice little bun of sorts, keeping the hair out of his eyes, his skin was darkened by obvious long exposure to sunlight and he had older callouses on his hands along with a few curious little scars along his finger tips his eyes where a pale stormy ocean greenish blue and he had a few crooked teeth, maybe from fighting, maybe genetics, it was unclear, his nose? Incredibly broken, clearly it wasnt the first time either.

Mmyes whahahahah also hello)) He’d pause, raising his eyebrows slightly, listening to this for a moment before he nodded slowly. “I wouldn’t mind stickin’ with a sleazy character such as yourself for a bit, i do owe ya after all, cant just run off without keepin up my end of it.” He’d smile a bit as his mind went back over the ‘he seems different’ comment, that was strangely nice, he couldn’t quite explain why though, then he finished the last of his drink, lightly wiping at any remaining foam/liquid on the corners of his mouth before looking up at the bartender. “Thank yah kindly sir, it is greatly appreciated.” The heavier side of his accent took a small peek in that sentence and he seemed a tad surprised at it himself, clearing his throat for a minute before giving him a small nod and glancing back over at Apple.

Mitch would smile a little to himself, leaning back a bit, wincing slightly as he stretched his formerly significantly mangled arm and muttered to himself about ‘well that was a dumb move there Mitch,, what’d you go and do that for,,’ before pausing, looking up from his hands and over at whoever spoke (i,, i couldn’t tell if it was apple or Lenard </3) “Er,, you askin me,,?” He spoke softly, slightly unsure but he didn’t exactly know why he was unsure, just in case he was being asked he quickly went over anything he could say in his head, picking out little details that didn’t need to be mentioned, and settling on a story that wasn’t exactly a lie, but not the entire truth either.

Ah alr thats what i thought but wasnt entirely sure// He’d shake his head. “While i cant tell ya much,, might have to kill ya if i do.” He’d pause for a minute. “that,, thats kinda a joke,, just to be clear,, i aint the type to be killin folks,, ‘specially when they’ve helped me,, but errr,,” he’d take a deep breath, attempting to sort out his accent, it bugged him royally when it slipped through as strong as it did sometimes, really made it difficult for him to take himself seriously and focused on his hands on the counter. “Simply put, if we happen to run into some folks on the road,, you might hear some things. Ain’t all of em true. But you’ll certainly hear some things.” With an inward wince he realized his cryptic hints probably would make anyone already uneasy with his presence here even more so, he’d gently clasp his hands together, slightly digging his nails into his skin, not in a way meant to cause harm, but more like a distraction as he cursed himself mentally for probably saying the wrong thing

He’d pause, staring at him for a moment before his expression became slightly amused. “yknow,, i think we’re going to get along swimmingly,,” he was genuinely pleased with the fact Apple didnt seem to mind him, maybe even appreciated his company, part of him was hesitant to get on the road with him, didnt want to cause his benefactor any more trouble then was worth, but at the same time,, something inside him was squirming to be out on the road again, especially with someone who might appreciate his skill set in a genuine way,, then a way to only make themselves seem better.

GAY COWBOYS GAY COWBOYS <3))

IM 14+ LIKE 2-3 YEARS OVER ACTUALLY DW BOUT IT MAN// He’d smile to himself, the way his mouth slightly perked up on one side, it was nothing wild like that strange snake mans, and there was no visible scarring to cause it, it was just a slightly adorable little quirk of this mans face, it was nice, definitely a smile that didn’t come across as malicious no matter how you tried to look at it, he’d look back at Apple when he spoke again and gave him a firm nod. “Alright, i aint got much to bring,,” he’d pause. “I uh, dont actually have-“ he’d pause as the realization sunk in and he cleared his throat, giving him a nervous smile. “We might have a tiny pit stop to make while we’re out and about,, one you might actually enjoy. There’s a little caravan convoy out in the desert,,” his grin because slightly mischievous. “And i happen to know when and where it’ll be by nightfall” he’d pause and quietly murmur, so only Apple could hear. “Mostly because the drivers currently sitting next to you but still,,”

//OH WE’RE THE SAME AGE,, SWEET ACTUALLY. Oh dear i’ve just stolen your dashes,, im keeping them. He’d pause, certainly surprised at the change in Apples behavior, it was nice though, he’d give him a little smile and nodded. “well, alright then, how long till we set out? Im gonna get a hand back at uh,” he hesitates, a slightly embarrassed expression crossing his face. “Walking,,” he’d give him a tiny nod before standing up very carefully, steadying himself with the bar he’d hesitate, just standing there for a minute.

He’d just listen quietly before nodding a bit. “I uh,, i can go out in my old clothes,, I’ll find some new ones at the caravan,, ones with a little more,, err,, practicality.” He’d pause for a moment and make eye contact with Apple. “Should i uh,, wait for you somewhere,,? Or stay here,,?”

He’d pause and nod. “alright,, I’ll uh,, swing round the stables,, gotten get back on my feet anyways,,” he’d hesitate and look up at the bartender. “Er,, that is,, may i?” Even with Apples permission he still wished to double check, he didnt want to overstep anything

He’d nod a bit and glance around trying to figure out which direction he should head before settling on just going out the front door and finding his way around from there, he’d pause for a minute and looks down at himself. “err,, first,, things first,, where are my clothes,, id like to change real quick if thats alright,,?”

He’d nod to him slightly. “Alright see ya then.” And with that he’d manage to make his way over to a quieter corner of the bar to sit and wait, inspecting his own injuries to see how well they’ve come along, a little surprised to see they where healing nicely, no signs of infection, or anything of the sort, he was incredibly grateful for these people, even if Lenard didn’t want him staying, he simply sat there and waited for the woman hed met, who he assumed was this Vil character, to bring down his things, looking about for a place that’d be best to change from his spot for future reference.

He’d hesitate and give her a gentle smile, slowly getting up as to not fall over, gently taking them from her. “Thank you miss,, its greatly appreciated.” He’d give her a little nod before heading off to change, careful not to make greater a fool of himself by stumbling over, and with that he did go change back into his old clothes, grateful they where clean, and he’d smile a bit at the wonderful patchwork, it looked good as new. Hed flatten out the cloth, humming to himself, rather content, and with his old clothes on came a new sense of confidence, as he left the- well honestly he probably changed in the bathroom or some spare room of sorts he was told he could change in, he’d give the two a little nod and head out, only really losing his balance once he found the stables, stumbling a bit and nearly toppling over, barely catching himself on one of the posts, and with that he looked around, getting to partially know some of the horses till he found one that just- clicked.

He’d chuckle, smiling a bit. “Well im sure happy to see you, thought you’d leave me behind for a moment.” His tone was pleasantly teasing as he managed his way onto the freshly saddled up grey and white speckled horse. “Yeeeep. Im all set, little difficult gettin on with a mangled arm but hey, I’ve ridden in worse condition.” That comment was unclear if it was a joke or not, he’d give him a little smile. “You certainly seem ready to go, we gonna head to the caravan first? Or is there somewhere else we needa stop off?” He’d guide his horse over closer to Apple, seeming incredibly comfortable on the beast, he noted Apples build, slightly amused by it, not in a ‘haha funny’ way but in a ‘huh, im pleasantly surprised.’ He’d someone managed to Knick a nice looking western styled hat, from where was unclear, but it certainly did suit him nicely.

He’d nod. “Alright, it is best we head off now,, we’ll reach a nice spot to camp out the day by dawn if we go now,, out where we’re headed the heat gets unbearable,,” he’d pause and give a little chuckle at the pig comment, certainly he wasnt about to do that, not one bit. “its about a good weeks travel to where the Caravan was left.” He’d pause, for a moment his expression was slightly nervous but he’d just clear his throat. “if its still there,, if not theres a town nearby where its parked so it wont be an utter waste of time.” He’d flick the reins slightly and lead the horse out of the stable area at a gentle trot. “Cmon then. I’ve got s’more stuff to tell ya but yer gonna hafta wait till we’re outta town.” His accent was a little heavier now, and his expression was rather playful as he made his way out/through the town

((AWHHHH- WAIT,, THIS IS SO SWEET I- He’d give him a wide smile before pausing when he stated he had questions, he’d sigh softly and his smile went from wide to a small one. “Well, go on,, ask away. Let’s see whatcha wanna know.” He didnt exactly know why he was so comfortable talking to Apple, there was just something about him he couldn’t put his finger on about him, he’d look around at the people, this was nice, him and a friend- he paused in his thoughts, friend? They barely knew each other,, and he already considered him a friend,,? This was strange, very strange, and he really hoped he’d figure out why, but some part of him, some piece of his body was actually increasingly giddy to finally have bearable company, hell, maybe even the company of someone he deeply enjoyed being around, maybe it was something else, either way, he couldn’t wait to get to know the man riding beside him

He’d watch him quietly, seeming slightly intrigued by his odd shifts in behavior and appearance he’d hesitate, thinking for a long moment before sighing. “alllright,, clean is clean,, no,, it wasn’t- well,, them in general,, it was,, er,, another,, there were six of them in the group,, and one of them,, wasn’t too happy with my actions, and,, well, they certainly thought i was dead. But yknow,, Syphon likes to make sure.” His voice had become slightly cold as he spoke that sentence, there was something he wasn’t telling him, wether it was a malicious secret or not was hard to tell, he was looking around the horizon quietly before hesitating. “ah right, what i was going to tell you, if we spot a rider on a white horse, we should probably find somewhere to wait it out, Cautery isn’t the man you wish to get caught up in crossfire with,, hes- good. To say the least,, even if he’s missing an arm,, and a nice portion of his leg,,” he’d chuckle softly and sigh. “Speaking of which,” (1/2)

(2/2) “I could certainly tell you about the members, aint nothin keepin me shut up anymore.”

He’d sigh and nod. “Does seem fair, and will fill time.” He’d think for a moment. “..well.. because my actions where the type that make you want to be sure the perpetrators dead. And the snake probably wanted my fingers for some ****ed up venom experimentations. He’s got a screw or twelve lose,, but he’s definitely tougher then he seems.” He’d pause. “Speaking of which while he might’ve taken the bribe he’ll be telling Syphon everything. Not a man of his word. And sleazy to another level.” He’d hesitate for a minute before looking over at him. “How bout you, not often you meet a vagabond with a soft spot. Why’d you help me out? Some sort of,, ‘my conscience gets the best of me’ situation?”

He’d laugh softly, it was a nice kind of laugh, he’d look ahead of them and smile warmly. “i see,, I’d ask about what you meant by ‘rather not be what i came after’ buuuuut its your turn.” He’d pause for a minute and would give him a teasing little smile. “Though, leavin me would’ve definitely been a smart move.” Also teasing, he was definitely grateful for the help, and wouldn’t be forgetting it any time soon

He was also quiet before thinking for a long moment. “Well,, I’ve been wrapped up with them for a long while,, on account of yknow,,” he’d try to find a way to put this lightly, he didnt want to drop his entire childhood on Apple, they didnt know each other super well still. “Err,, its a very complicated mess, but i didnt have much of a choice in the matter, picked up and sorted out to fit in with the rest, yknow?”

He’d think for a long minute before taking a deep breath. “alright. This might come off as rude, but i mean this in the most innocent genuine way i could.” He’d look over at him. “whhhat are you?”

He’d listen quietly, trying to put pieces together as he thinks to himself. “so,, an otherworldly being,, from the underworld,,?” He clarifies carefully. “Interesting,, though it makes sense,, more or less?”

He’d pause. “Really?” He didnt know if it was a joke or not, and in so much treated it like it wasn’t a joke, he seemed genuinely curious as he looked over at him.

He’d pause. “oh- right- sorry, i uh, it was a bit difficult to tell there.” He’d go quiet for a long moment before looking over at him. “Your turn- again.”

He’d hop off the horse, wincing and stumbling slightly, leaning against the animal for a moment before heading over to Apple. “Yeah I know where it is,, it’s a good few miles off,, yknow the river down along the east? The one that’s cold even with the sun beating down on it? It’s right around there,” he’d listen quietly and nod. “Yeah, I do. Annnd I have a little cheat,,” he’d remove a small matchbook from his pocket (apparently they existed back then? Which is pretty cool.), where he’d gotten it was unclear, not to mention he had a gun in his holster now.

“Nah not really, I’ll eat almost anything,” he’d pause. “Except oranges,, i know they aint that common but just- cant stand em. Too,,, too-“ he struggled to find the right word but just shakes his head. “I dont know. But still.”

Oh hell yes. Come come all are welcome)

DAFSGDH its alr man!! Take your time Oo Hell yes,, yeehaw-nix,,,)

Welcome welcome!!)) He didnt seem to even notice Onyx was moving towards him, he looked exhausted, his body was ****ed over completely and he didnt even move an inch, he did have a holster on him, but no gun.

He’d jerk into consciousness, trying to move only to make a sharp noise of pain and slump back against the rock, eyeing Onyx with a look that showed he clearly didn’t trust this man as far as he could throw him, he was panting heavily and glancing around, seemingly looking for someone or something But instead of desperation to find said person It was fear.

He’d stare, slowly starting to calm down a bit, hed try to speak only for a small bit of blood to dribble from his lips and only a sound, no where near understandable words to come out, once he’d gotten slightly over his fear, he seemed significantly more tired, slumping against the rock

(Heads or tails mwahahaha He’d hesitate, staring at him warily before deciding he’d either die or get help, it was worth the risk,, besides, it’d be better then whatever Syphon had planned,, he’d just give him a look that seemed to say he’d simply given up, and that he could help.

Oh **** yes,, AHHAHHHHAHAHAHAAA.,, Anyways alrighty, good to know!!)) He’d hesitate and make a sharp noise of pain before staring for a long moment at the healed injuries, slowly moving his arm before staring at Onyx, utterly dumbfounded, he tried to say something but he couldn’t manage it, he just slowly shook his head in disbelief, he’d heard of magic, but this was his first encounter with it.

He’d slowly nod before hesitating and gently grabbing Onyx’s head, simply gesturing to his head in a ‘the other injuries can wait, this is all that matters’ and sweet jesus was that head injury horrific, he was loosing a good amount of blood, and his head had been slightly bashed in, if it had been any deeper he’d absolutely be dead, this was probably why he couldn’t speak or do much,,

The man winced a bit before hed hesitate, staring at his missing hand before gently cupping the stub. “Y,,you,,?” His voice was hoarse but he managed a solid word, his accent was smooth and honestly rather sweet sounding, but definitely a heavy southern. And then, there was the sound of crunching sticks and slow, walking hoofbeats.

The man was shaking slightly and tried to bite down on his own tongue, hed grab onto Onyx, seemingly keeping him behind himself, his expression showed he knew what was happening, And then, there was a man, he was thin and missing an arm at the shoulder and a leg at the knee, the way he rode, one hand on the reins as he scanned the desert was clear he was looking for someone, there was a rather deadly looking rifle on his back along with quite a few bags of ammo on the horse, his missing leg had a metal guard on it to act as a replacement limb so he could walk about, which he did, hopping off the horse and walking around near the rock, scanning the ground, a deep scowl on his face.

He’d nod a bit and continue to hold his arm infront of Onyx, all they could hear was footsteps, one metal, one boot, then the sound of someone climbing back onto a horse, and the horse riding off, the injured man gently pressed his hand a little more against Onyx’s body in a ‘not yet’ way

He’d hesitate for a long moment before giving him a little nod, his voice soft as he spoke. “Good,,” hed remove his hand from Onyx’s chest rather slowly, still wary that they haven’t truly been left alone, but he’d have to risk it.

He’d let out a shaky breath before whispering. “Cautery,,” the name was one that struck you like a freight train, Cautery, a sharpshooter who worked for Syphon, the leader of a notorious group of outlaws, he was cold, cruel, and did his job no matter the costs, he was dangerous, and if he was after this injured man,, Onyx clearly got himself into something *bad*

He’d hesitate and nod quietly. “The,, Cautery.” His voice was soft as he slowly slid forward, out of the darkness. “Mitch,,” he murmurs before slowly trying to stand, steadying himself on the rock and holding out a hand to help Onyx up. “Thank you,,” he murmurs, a small smile on his face, clearly he was incredibly thankful for the help.

He’d hesitate and nod a little before pausing, scanning the desert around them, squinting a bit, clearly making sure Cautery was actually gone, holding his hand up in a motion for Onyx to stay down, just in case. (Alr, you get to decide if Cautery comes back or not Yes will entail a gunfight No will- well,, not.)

He’d shake his head. “We’re,, fine,,” he’d hold out his hand to help Onyx stand, looking back at him, relief in his expression, strangely, he had an odd dented scar in his arm where it seems someone or something had peeled off a good chunk of his skin, it was odd, but considering their current situation, probably normal (Cowboy boyfriend cowboy boyfriend

He’d help him up and nod a bit, hed let go of his hand after a moments hesitation before he nods. “Alright,, lets- lets go,,” he murmurs, looking at him for a long moment before stepping to the side, gesturing for him to lead the way.”

He’d hesitate and stare around, curious and surprised. “Whoa,,” he murmurs softly, a small smile crossing his face as he walks around with him.

He’d head inside with him and hesitate. “mmm,, its,, its fine,,” he’d smile hesitantly. “really,, safe is best,,”

“Just,, dizzy,,” he murmurs. “Magic can fix an injury,, but still,, it was a lot of blood,,” his voice is soft, he seems to be swaying slightly, hed gently put his hand over Onyx’s, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine,,”

Hed look around and find a seat, heading to sit down and rest a bit, relaxing and closing his eyes, half conscious, fiddling with his bandanna.

He’d pause and gently take the cup. “..Thank you.” He’d quietly take a sip, a tiny smile crossing his face as he does. “This is nice, what kind is it?”

he’d pause and smile. “its,, nice.” He takes another sip, smiling to himself as he does so.

He’d continue to drink his tea, glancing at Onyx every now and again as well. “so,, why’d,, whyd you help me?”

He’d hesitate and gently put a hand on his shoulder. “I understand.,” is all he says.

He’d hesitate and just gently set his cup down and put his other hand on Onyx’s face. “Are,, you alright?”

He’d hesitate before letting go of him, nodding a bit. “Alright,, i wont pry,,”

He’d pause and nod a bit. “Alright,, thank you again,,” he’d finish his tea and slowly get up, wincing a little before following and places his cup next to Onyx’s cup.

He’d hesitate and shake his head. “No no,, i saw what it does to you,, I’ll recover on my own,,”

He’d shake his head. “No. Alright,,? No,, I’ll be alright, dont want you expending yourself over somethin that’ll only take a few weeks to heal,,”

He’d pause, looking completely surprised. “Oh wow,, this is certainly nicer then a tent in the desert,, thank ya kindly,,” he’d quietly head inside, looking around curiously, slightly running his fingers along the designing on the wardrobe. “My my,,”

He’d turn to him and give him a warm smile. “I wouldn’t mind gettin somethin to eat with ya,, after today,, I shouldn’t head to bed runnin on empty,, that doesn’t sound really,, smart,,” he hesitated, noting the lack of actual logic in his words before sighing. “Sorry bout that, heads still a bit fuzzy,, dont really know what im sayin sometimes,, “

He’d shake his head. “no no I’ll be fine,, lets head out.” He’d adjust his bandanna and give him a hesitant smile, it was a slightly crooked smile, but it seemed incredibly natural, almost cute even, just the simply way it perked up on one side but didnt stretch his smile out further, it was sweet.

His expression lit up. “Performances? What kind?” He’d let him lead the way, following after him, holding onto his hand almost subconciously

He’d continue walking with him quiet for a moment before smiling. “Really? Never heard of Olympus,,” he seemed oddly content before looking over. “ahh nerves are horrid,, but i bet you did wonderfully.” Hed smile warmly.

He’d pause a little bit, listening to the sounds. “Rather lively,, not much for a crowd myself but,, i suppose it wont be too bad eh?” He’d chuckle a little, giving him a small grin. “Cmon then, lead the way good sir” he partially teases, smiling more

He’d shake his head. “its fine, lets go in.”

:eyes:? Oo?

The man seemed to flinch at the touch and struggled for a moment before going limp against him, too tired to really fight, not to mention he could barely move, his body was running simply to keep himself alive, not fight back, this strange being was either going to kill him or help him, and honestly,, he didnt care right now, but once he spotted a town nearby, he quickly calmed down, just closing his eyes, deciding itd be best to rest

He mumbled something, it wasn’t audible what he said, but he definitely sounded grateful.

The man laid there, trying to move his fingers, concentrating heavily on it, but every now and then he’d glance out every nearby window, slightly nervous. (Heads or tails?)

Alllrighty) He’d slowly try and sit up managing to get up a little bit before he slightly slumped over, panting before closing his eyes again, just waiting now

He’d open his eyes and manage to nod a bit, he was already in too much pain to care, he’d close his eyes again before he started anything, preparing himself for whatever was about to come

He’d wince a bit at the touch but he’d relax after a while, letting him do so with only the softest little sounds of pain every now and then

He’d hesitate and nod, closing his eyes tight as he started, trying his best not to tense up, knowing it’d probably make things worse.

He tensed up a bit every now and then, especially when he started working on the head injury, he was breathing rapidly through his teeth, gripping onto the blankets/sheets

He was exhausted by the time Blackburn was done, he attempted to speak again, trying desperately to sound something out, before managing a soft “Mmtch,,”

He’d hesitate and nod a little bit slowly managing to sit up before hesitating and trying his best to make a gesture of writing, trying to get his hands on a pencil and paper.

He’d shakily take them and do his best to write something out, his handwriting was shaky and barely legible but the word ‘Mitch’ was clearly there, hed gesture slightly to himself, giving him a tired half smile.

He’d nod, clearing his throat a bit, wiping at the slightest bit of blood dripping from his mouth.

He’d nod a bit, giving him a hesitant smile that seemed to mean ‘thanks’

he’d hesitate and slowly write out simply a name ‘Syphon’ That name probably rung a bell, the leader of a viciously notorious gang of outlaws, he was cruel, wicked, and a smooth talker, things had definitely taken a turn for the worst.

Mitch hesitated before nodding a bit, quiet, he still seemed worried, glancing out the window every now and then, he’d sigh softly, just having to trust this strange man for now, so he relaxed a bit and gave him a hesitant smile (Mmm do you want a Syphon gang member to show up or nahhh?

(Hmmm,, allllr,, because I’ve used all of them you can pick Cautery, Syphon, or Taipan?) He’d slump in the bed, closing his eyes, just lying there, half conscious

Someone was riding up to the house on the horizon, their horse was a light cream color, certainly nothing stereotypically evil about that,, he had very long hair and was approaching in a lazy manner that seemed incredibly and irritatingly cocky.

The stranger hopped off his horse and tied it to a tree/bush nearby, heading over with a swagger that seemed slightly irritating, he’d approach and tip his hat at Blackburn. “Evenin ssssssir. Im here to come get a,,, friend of mine.” He grins wide, the burn scar along the right half of his face kept his mouth crooked up in a slight smile, making him seem overly confident. Maybe he was.

He’d frown a bit, but that one side of his face seemed frozen in a small smile. “Hm. You sssseem annoyed,, trussst me on thisss,, you dont want to die on a hill with a traitor who’d ssssell you out in a heartbeat if it meant he’d get away with it.”

He’d let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine I’ll leave him be. BUT. I’ll need sssomething from him.” He’d pause thinking for a minute. “An article of clothing,, a finger” he’d grin again. “Just sssssomething to sssshow Syphon sssso he’ll leave you alone. Hm?”

He’d pause and scowl, taking the box and opening it before making a face. “Guesssss it’ll do,,” he’d then start walking off. Away from he house.

Nobody else shows up for the rest of the day, and Mitch ends up passing out in Blackburns room, completely unconcious.

Mitch was completely out cold for the next two days, midway through the third he started waking up, mumbling to himself as he opened his eyes, looking around before breifly panicking, not remembering where he was, until it dawned on him and he calmed down

Mitch would quietly look around and gently take whatever food had been left for him, quietly eating and taking small sips of the water, waiting, looking around for Blackburn.

He spotted Blackburn and cleared his throat a bit, managing a hoarse. “Uh, Hey!”

He’d hesitate and murmur a soft. “Thank you,, so much,,” his accent was soft, he had a gentle feel about the way he spoke, it was almost sweet with a dash of a southern accent.

he’d smile small and give him a little nod, clearly grateful for his help

“Needed the rest i guess,,” he continued to speak quietly, his words still a little slurred.

He’d hesitate and nod. “Im,, sorry if i caused ya any trouble,,” he murmurs, rubbing the back of his head, wincing a bit.

He’d hesitate. “wait- who,, what’d they look like,,?” His voice had the smallest shake to it as he stared at him, slightly worried about who he’d met, and about the limp

He’d pause, for a moment he looked worried, then momentary relief crossed his face. “You got off easy,,” he murmurs. “If it had been anyone else you’d probably have gotten shot,, Taipan is,, finicky,, and easy to bribe,,” The fact that one of Syphons gang members came to fetch Mitch themselves probably wasnt a very pleasant sign of whats to come

He’d hesitate and shake his head. “I can get out of your hair if you’d like, dont wanna cause you anymore trouble,,”

ASGFDHEJFKG I’ve probably mistyped a **** ton,, its alr Mann)) He’d hesitate and look at his feet before looking back up at him, the expression he had was almost heart wrenching, he looked relieved and thankful to a heavy extent. “You,, i owe you,, im gonna do my best round here to help out when and how i can,, you saved my life,, its the least i can do for you,,”

Mitch shakes his head. “No,, no,, please i insist,, i cant just,, put you in danger like this without helpin,,”

He’d hesitate and stare for a long while. “I see,, so,, we’re,, not too different huh,,?” His smile was slightly weak, he seemed,, weirdly guilty. “Im,, still gonna help out,,”

He’d nod, a slight expression of determination on his face. “Mhm.” He’d hesitate for a minute. “has,, anyone else come by yet,,?” And with that,, should anyone else come by?))

And with that, there was a knock at the door, it was an oddly heavy knock, either the person knocking was rather pissed off, or,, they had a heavy hand, which usually meant they where built quite large. Mitch’s face blanched and he just stared at Blackburn, shaking his head in a ‘please dont answer it’ way.

He’d hesitate and manage to get up, surprisingly he managed to make him stumbling and falling over look deliberate as he quickly rolled under the bed, which he immediately regretted when it caused a sharp flair of pain to shoot through his body. The knocking continued, but it didnt get more aggressive, which was a surprise

The man at the door was,, large,, to say the least, taller then even Blackburn, and built like an absolute unit, he’d give him a wide smile. “Evenin, how’re things round ‘ere?” His accent was heavy and the way he spoke was low, strangely threatening even though he’d said nothing even remotely like a threat, there was a shotgun of a good size for a mountain of a man like this slung across his shoulder, along with a pistol in the holster at his side.

There was horrifically heavy amounts of scarring along most of this mans face, it was to the point it was a genuine miracle he could see, he’d give Blackburn a little nod. “good good.” He’d look at the gun. “”Spectin trouble eh?” His expression darkened slightly. “Now. I know who yer holdin up round ‘ere, and it’d certainly be in yer best interests to let me take my dues and leave. Understood? I dont want things to get messy.” His expression was still a friendly smile, but the way he looked at Blackburn showed that this man didnt have much of a choice in the matter.

The man chuckles softly. “Now now, i aint want no trouble.” He rested a large heavy hand on Blackburns shoulder and gripped it fairly tightly. “I jus’ want the little pissrat you found out in the desert,” his voice was significantly more threatening now, his other hand was rested over his pistol, but his smile was still there

“You poor thing, i know hes ‘ere,, while Taipan takes a quick bribe, it aint mean he dont tell me things. He’s a swindler after all.” Hed grip his shoulder tighter, removing the pistol from its holster. “now. I’ll give ya a bit to gather your story and thoughts, and hope ya make the right choices.”

He grabs the rifle quickly and rips it from Blackburns hands with a surprising amount of force. “now thats a lie. If ya wanted rid of em you’d ‘Ave let Taipan take em.” He’d frown. “‘Less hes dead.”

He’d let go of him and toss the rifle to the side. “Now. If he aint here. Ya woudln’t mind me lookin round wouldcha?”

“Because if yer harboring a fugitive things wont end well for ya.” His smile dropped, his expression was cold and serious. “I can promise that.”

Syphon chuckles softly. “Ya didnt know didja? Criminal that one, runnin round,” he’d lean forward, a sick smile crossing his face. “They say he killed a guy, maybe he abandoned his people, turned traitor, the kind of fella ya aint want in yer house.”

He’d smile coldly. “Understood. He certainly is still here hm? I’ll take em off yer hands. And i wont mention this again mm?”

He’d frown. “Hm. Shame. Might I ‘ave to do everythin myself then?” He’d grab his shoulder again

Syphon chuckled softly and roughly squeezed his shoulder with a considerable amount of force. “no i dont think i will.”

He’d frown, digging his thumb into the joint between his arm and shoulder pushing with the intent of popping the joint out of place. “Mm really?”

He dug his fingers in deeper, slowly pushing Blackburn to the ground. “Sit yer ass down buddy. This aint yer fight.”

He’d make a noise of slight surprise and let go of him, stepping back to pause, looking at where he’d been stabbed. “Ohhh now that,, was a mistake there.” And with that, he grabs Blackburn by the hair/head and pulled him out of the doorway. “Cmon now. Let’s make this interestin’”

He roughly shoved Blackburn to the desert floor and removed his pistol from his holster, holding it cleanly against the others head. “Now. Yer either gonna tell me the truth. Or imma put a bullet in yer skull and take it from ya.”

WHAHAHAH ITS ALR DW DW)) “Five.” He clicks the safety off the gun. “Four.”

He’d smile. “Now. Was that so hard?” And with that, he proceeded to fire the gun dead into Blackburns leg. “If ya hadn’t been difficult, i woulda been nicer.” And he went towards the house, a small smirk on his face as he went inside to look for Mitch. Who, surprisingly, had actually ducked out one of the windows, but,, he was just pressed up in any sort of bush under the window, right against the house, he couldn’t make it that far, but Syphon,, didnt really notice.

Mitch quickly was making his way along the base of the house, avoiding standing up infront of any windows, spotting Blackburn on the ground he gasped sharply and managed to stand, simple adrenaline the only thing allowing him to run over, he managed to snag the rifle as he did, quickly kneeling beside Blackburn. “oh sweet jesus are you alright?” His accent had become heavily southern in his panic. And thats when a pissed off Syphon walked out of the house, his expression became slightly amused when he spotted Mitch. “Ahhh there ya are Mitch,,”

Mitch looked utterly startled and went to bolt, Syphon did in fact get shot a nice number of times, but he also fired on the two, and he got Mitch, and the poor kid stumbled a moment before hitting the ground with a dull thud while Syphon ducked into the house and took a different way out, making his retreat out of sight.

Mitch wasn’t moving, he’d lay there, and the blood slowly starting to pool in the dirt wasnt a good sign in the slightest, at least until he slowly moved, trying to pull himself up with a mass amount of struggle.

He was lying on his chest and managed to roll himself over, gasping heavily, there was panic in his expression and the blood soaking his shirt wasn’t a good sign, especially since it seemed very well, this injury’ll kill him, the bullet had gone completely through his body, through his back and out the front, and Jesus Christ was the exit hole rather large.

He was gasping heavily, just staring up at the sky, fumbling a bit, grabbing onto Blackburns arm, almost like he was trying to steady himself even though he was simply lying on the ground, there was no need to steady himself. He was still losing blood at a very fast rate and he looked incredibly pale. “I’m- im” he managed to try and speak, panting heavily. “i,, im sorry-“

Mitch was staring at Blackburn now, a mixture of shock and worry in his expression, he managed a deep shaky breath and just tried his best to calm down, no no it couldn’t end like this, he wasn’t gonna let it, though, his head was fuzzy and all his thoughts where a mess,, maybe he didnt have a choice,, itd be simpler to just give up, but that’d mean he’d win,, Syphon, would win, and he couldn’t have that. He grabbed onto Blackburns arm tighter and croaked a soft. “Help me sit up,, please.” He was slightly humiliated to have to ask from any sort of assistance, but at the rate his head was spinning, he wouldn’t be able to tell up from down anyway.

He’d sit up slowly, letting out a soft noise of pain, he’d partially slump against Blackburn, his breathing erratic, he’d hesitate and gently put a hand on Blackburns leg, near the bullet hole. “Are,, are you alright,,?” His voice was soft and he sounded slightly delirious, probably going into shock, as one does after being shot

He’d hesitate and just lean up against him, letting his head hang slightly. “Im,, sorry i dragged you into this.” His voice was soft. “I,, maybe ya shoulda left me out there. Woulda been easier on you,,” he’d move away from him, forcing himself to stand up. “Let,, lemme help you up,, I’ll- be fine. I,, i can move,, you cant,, it- its just shock,, i haven’t lost more then a good bit of blood,,” hed hold out a hand to try and help him up, even though he said he was alright, he was still pale and swaying slightly on his feet.

He’d still put an arm on Blackburns shoulder. “Please,, let me help,, even if just a little,,” his voice was soft yet insistent as he stared at the other

He’d hesitate and sigh. “I get that,, i can feel it after all.” He attempted to make light of the situation, knowing full well this would probably end terribly, he’d just nod after a minute. “Fine,, fine,,”

Mitch just stood there trying his best to stay steady, continuing to hold the bandanna to his chest, just staring at the blood on his hand as it soaked the bandana he was just staring, trying to get a rein in on his thoughts. Syphon was nowhere to be seen, but that might not be a good thing.

Mitch seemed rather distant, unfocused and just breathing heavily and continuing to hold the bandanna to his injury. “Where,, we’re leaving?” He asks softly a good long moment after Blackburn had spoke, he seemed confused and tired.

Mitch hesitated, staring down at his leg. “Yeah,, you weren’t as lucky,, huh,,?” His voice was soft as he continued to hold the bandanna to his chest, hed pause as something in his head clicked. “The mountains,,? That’ll be good,, in the west or the east,,? I know of a caravan out in the east,, theres supplies and everything there,, good for travel too,,” he murmurs.

He’d hesitate and would lead back, slipping his shirt off without much issue, he didnt mind much, it wasnt like it was embarrassing, he had an interesting looking scar along his collarbone but other then that, there where the healing bullet wounds in his gut and side, and now, the sizable hole in his chest, it had missed where his heart would’ve been significantly, but if it went through his lungs would be the bigger issue

He’d gasp sharply and just close his eyes partially. “god,, this’ll be fun,, huh?” He partially jokes, taking a shaky breath. “fffffhh,,” he was looking at the ceiling, focusing on it heavily to keep from acknowledging how much it hurt

He’d nod quietly, biting on the inside of his cheek to keep from making any sort of sound while Blackburn worked

He’d wince a bit but sat there quietly while he worked, and once Blackburn was done he’d make himself sit up, gesturing to see Blackburns leg. “You cant pull a bullet out yourself,, it’ll be a pain,, dont want to tear into any more skin,, let me see,,”

He’d nod a bit. “I know you might not want it,, but just- let me do this much,, alright?” He holds out a hand for the tools, his expression slightly worried

Mitch gently pressed the skin along the injury down and adjusted a lamp to get a better view. “sorry bout this,,” he murmurs, cleaning up the blood and slightly inside the injury with the towel, spotting the shining bullet he gently used the tweezers to reach into the hole gripping the bullet with the tweezers he gently removed it, making sure not to Knick the sides of the hole.

Mitch set the bullet on the bedside table and gently cleaned out the injury. “should i work on stitching as well,,? Or would you like to do that?”

He’d nod a bit and gently hold Blackburns leg still while he worked, just in case.

Mitch continued to sit there with him, watching carefully, unsure of what to really do

He’d nod a bit. “Should i,, grab some things for the trip?”

He’d nod quietly. “I can get a bag and pack up some food,,?” He’d get up, stumbling a bit

He’d nod. A bit. “Yeah,, that- that’d probably be good to bring along,, where is it?”

He’d nod and start gathering up any bits of food that would last, dried meats, more water, canned foods, etc, anything that could go in the bag and would last awhile, went in the bag, once he had two bags full of stuff he went out to where Blackburn was. “here we go,,”

He’d hand him the bags, wincing a bit as he lifted his arm up to a point it lightly tugged the stitching.

He’d hesitate and nod a bit. “That’d probably be good,, this ones kindaaaa,, soaked,”

He’d wait by the horse for Blackburn to come back, a little antsy.

He’d gently take it and slipped into a side corner and slipped his shirt off and put the new one on. He’d head back out smiling a bit. “It’s nice, thank you,,”

He’d nod a bit. “yeah,, I’ll be alright. Wouldn’t be my first time.” He waited for him to get on before hopping on himself with a little struggle but he did manage.

There didnt seem to be anyone nearby, Mitch hesitated and murmured a soft. “If we see a rider on a white horse its best to avoid them the best we can,, we do not want to be spotted by them,,”

He’d just sit there, looking around for any riders on a white horse, or any glimpse of the Caravan, thankfully, Blackburns house was probably closer to the mountains then any nearby town.

(Unless it isnt- and in that case- oops- sorry bout that)

Magical timeskip cause i cant think of anything entertaining for the few day trip,, - when they reached the Caravan Mitch gasped. “Perfect-“ and he proceeded to tap him rapidly. “Slow down- we cant get too close, just in case.”

He’d hop down and start heading towards the covered wagons running at a quick jog, since it had been a few days he was doing significantly better, he entered the caravans and was in there for a long long while

Mitch quickly opened the door and waved. “It’s safe! Cmon in!!” (Lemme know if you’d like drama or smth to happen Like gang member showing up

It was surprisingly nearly put, it was basically a good place to live in while on the road, there where two covered/box carts linked up (like ummmmm this https://paste.pics/6f2cfbae2d6387a6150ee2b52f7762d3 But the second one is a bit bigger and definitely built for storage) he was going through some things, picking up little sacks of dried meat and setting them to the side and going through clothes, trying to find something. “we could take along the smaller wagon if Raven could manage it,, clear it out maybe and see how it works?”

Mitch proceeded to start unloading any unnecessary items, fixing things up and everything before heading out to help Blackburn and put the other items in the storage cart and go through what else was in the secondary cart.

Mitch had finished gathering and stopped dead in his tracks as he looked against the horizon. “…get inside“ he murmurs, gesturing for Blackburn to hurry.

ITS ALR- DW DW YOU’RE DOIN FINE Also heads or tails) He’d quickly panic, struggling a bit when scooped up before simply giving up, panting heavily, definitely still loosing blood, he tried to speak or move out of his arms but all that came out was a sound, nothing really even close to words, he was tired, he was hurt, and he just gave up, he’d been grabbed like he was nothing, this’ll either end badly or decently

((QAHHHAHAHAH Yknow what,, **** you you’re getting Syphons in your chat./hj) He’d hesitate, relaxing significantly more, he’d close his eyes for a moment before the sound of heavy footsteps and the clicking of spurs caused him to jolt into consciousness, he’d look back, the amount of panic in this mans face was unnerving.

AHAHAHAHHAHAHAA)) There was a man quite a decent ways behind them, was he close? Was he far? It was difficult to tell, but he was a large, built man and he walked with a lazy confidence that told you he knew hed be coming out of this interaction with whatever it was he wanted. No matter what it took, he proceeded to call out to the two. “Hey there! Y’all hold up a sec? I needuh speak with’cha.” His voice was low with a heavy southern accent, the sun was directly behind him so his features where impossible to pick out, but he was,, big. And definitely armed. The shotgun slung over his shoulders was very clearly visible The injured man was panicking, a lot.

The larger man didn’t seemed to like that, and he began to walk after him rather quickly. “Now now, id certainly slow down if you knew what was good for ya.” His voice was,, threatening now. Low and cold. He meant business. The poor man in his arms was just mumbling incoherently to himself, and the real stab was it sounded like the poor thing was,, praying? Whoever this big man was, he was definitely dangerous.

He’d approach, getting rather close, a good two feet away from the two. “Good. I aint wanna hurt’cha.” He’d look at the man in his arms and his expression became sour. “Mitch.” His voice was low and the man in Rowans arms flinched and quickly looked over. The man spoke again “So,, you’re alive. Good. Good.” He’d pull a small bag of coins from his pocket. “I’ll take ‘em off your hands.” He’d give him a pleasant smile, but the way his free hand gripped the pistol at his side showed this was no choice here, hand him over, or risk death. The injured man, Mitch, held onto Rowan uncannily tight. Definitely not wanting to leave.

The man frowned. “Hm. Yer sure? He’d be in good ‘ands.” His accent briefly was heavier as his voice held a veiled threat behind it. “It’d be simpler for both of ya if ya just handed em over, then there’d be only one less fool in this world, ya either take my generous offer to take the sorry sod off yer hands,, or,, i simply put a bullet or two in your skull, and take em myself, and nobody leaves happy.”

He’d put the bag away and pull the pistol out of its holster, grabbing onto Rowans arm and pressing the barrel of the gun against the injured mans neck. “Go on. Speak carefully, I’ve got rather,, twitchy fingers.” He’d give him a grin, his hands where big enough that it completely closed around Rowans arms in a way his fingers where touching without any sort of interference.

((ASFTDGYHUJ I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE THAT WAHAH He pressed the pistol further against Mitch’s neck. “Hm. You’ll come with us to fix him up huh? Interestin. Well i dont think i’ll be needin ya, after all.” He’d start to slowly squeeze the trigger, the injured mans breath hitched, he was panicking but didnt move. “He’s a dead man either way. Now. I’ll give you. One more chance. Hand em over of yer own free will. Or die.” He smiled sweetly. “besides. Ya dont know Mitchy like i do, ya could be patchin up a criminal.”

((ASGTYHDFJGBHAHAHHAHAHAHA Syphon frowned. “Oh you should be scared.” And hed aim the pistol at Rowans head. “If i kill you first I’ll take him without any sort of trouble. I dont make deals. Understand that?” He’d smile warmly. “and what Mitch has done? Simple. Traitor with no sense of respect, if the roles where switched he’d turn you over in a heartbeat.”

((ITS ALR ITS ALRRRRR,, I UNDERSTAND DWWW He’d chuckle softly. “Well like i said, he’s a dead man.” He’d pause, looking at Mitch for a moment before a smirk of satisfaction crosses his face. “ahhh. Perfect. Nearest towns a good few miles from here. And hes,, out cold. Have fun.” He’d turn and leave. And he was right, Mitch had gone limp in his arms, he was completely losing consciousness now, barely clinging on, hes certainly lost too much blood.

((AHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAA MWHAHHEGHAHAHAHAHHA Syphon just left without another word. Mitch managed a soft noise, he was alive, just barely, his breathing wasn’t quick like it should’ve been,, it was slow, terrifyingly slow, he wasn’t even really moving, just slumped against him.

((UGHHH FINE MAYBE I’LL BE NIICEE,,, He’d shift a bit, managing to mumble something, starting to regain consciousness Whoa random house owner opens the door and lets them in in a hurry after seeing a poor ol bloody boy

((AHAH. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT ROWAN <3 He’d lay there, eyes half closed, panting heavily, barely managing to stay conscious still, mumbling to himself, he didnt even react to the injuries being touched, his mind was far too foggy at the moment to even bother with registering pain, this was certainly helpful for fixing him up, but was probably incredibly bad in the long run

((RAAAAAAAAAAAASDTYFGHJ It wasnt that good, a nice sized dent in his head, bullet holes in his side, gut, and leg, along with a heavily mangled arm, he was breathing heavily, trying to stay conscious, opening his eyes a bit as he watches him, mumbling softly under his breath.

He’d hesitate but settle on staying silent, letting him do his thing, mumbling to himself softly as he does so

((ITS ALR GOOD NAP. GOOD. He’d jerk out of his strange state and hesitate, nodding a bit, watching him wrap up his injuries, quiet, trying to continue to stay conscious.

He’d hesitate for a minute and sigh softly shaking his head, after all, he couldn’t speak currently, everything was far too fuzzy, not to mention he was too exhausted to even more let alone form proper sentences.

He’d try his best to sit up, gently taking the cup, his hands shaky as he takes a small sip, he’d manage to mouth a ‘thank you’ but no sound came out.

He’d pause and gently take it, looking it over in sheer confusion, he couldn’t tell if hed been handed a rock, or he was too delirious to understand what he was looking at.

He’d hesitate for a minute, gently running a finger over it, a small smile creeping across his face, I’ve typed this so many times but im gonna do it again His smile had an odd quirk to it, a corner of his mouth perked up the tiniest bit more then the rest did, it was a sweet kind of smile, nothing nefarious about it at all.

A look of momentary panic crossed Mitch’s face as he hesitated for a long moment before slowly nodding, what else could he do? Rowan had helped him,, its best he knows what he’s getting into, even if he can’t say much at the moment.

He’d hesitate and quietly slump into the surface he was lying on (since i forgot if its a bed or a couch or somethin AGSHDFJ) he’d then just lay there, quiet and thinking about what he could do while he recovers, it finally dawned on him the reason he couldn’t speak and felt a tad,, dumb, it wasn’t brain damage at all, his mouth was simply split to the high heavens, he’d probably bit it or something, he couldn’t remember, it’d most likely be better in the morning.

he’d nod quietly and he’d do just that, slightly curling up on the surface closing his eyes before completely losing consciousness rather quickly

He didnt have a single thing on him, but what there was was a rather deep looking scar on his arm with,, remnants of a tattoo,,? The ink was a deep red color and very similar to the one that had been on the arm of the large man who’d been threatening them, they where certainly connected. And it clearly wasnt good given Mitch’s state

Mitch was fast asleep still, the scar was incredibly old I uh dont know really what to say, he’s rather thin and has tiny little scars along his finger tips.

He’d shift a bit, mumbling softly, a little restlessly asleep, his face scrunching up slightly before he relaxed, shivering a little ((BIG BROTHER ROWANNNN

Mitch just- well. Slept. All night and well into the next day, Which he did wake up in the morning, groggy and tired, mumbling to himself for a long minute before slowly sitting up, rubbing the side of his head, god he was tired, and this was one hell of a headache. ((WGEYRFTHJWOO

He’d nod a bit. “Mmhmn,,” he managed to make an understandable sound now, the swelling must’ve gone down. “Im,, fffine,,” he manages, rubbing his head slowly. “Ghh,,” he had a horrific headache and didn’t exactly know how to feel in this moment.

He’d hesitate and nod a little. “I,, alright,, fine,,” his voice was soft and he sounded oddly guilty

He’d hesitate and sigh softly. “what,, what do you wanna know,,?”

He’d hesitate and sigh. “Syphon.” And that name hit like a freighttrain, Syphon, a notorious gang leader, and the kind of person you do NOT want to **** with. “And i,, worked,,, for him,,” he murmurs, rubbing at the scar on his arm, scratching at the skin slightly

He’d hesitate and sigh softly, closing his eyes and pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes till his vision was filled with TV static. “I,, guess you could,, say that?” He’d lean back, slightly overwhelmed, but he didnt take his hands off his eyes. “Hes,, a gang leader,, crime is,, his thing,, and i,, did something,, to,, make him hate my guts,,” is all he says before going quiet

He’d hesitate and go quiet, folding his arms tightly and staring at the floor for a long moment, debating what would happen next, he didnt know what to do, he felt terrible for dragging the nice stranger into his mess.

He’d sigh. “keeps ya alive dont it,,” he’d hesitate. “Kinda i guess,,”

he looked nervous now, looking over at him. “..hm?”