#vector picks him up after a shift and they can't get him out of there

[bunnymajo]

Charmy Bee vs. Candy Shop

[tewwor]

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙴𝙳 / 𝟶 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂

* doubles as an interaction call ! specify or it’s to the wheel of random ˙ᵕ˙

𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙾 .

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Amaro Perez

𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂(𝚂): TBA

𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Hit for hire — vampire focused

𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂: Vampire

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲. 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾: Only works with 0 due to his maker's alliance with them. Think Cruor's funny and does try to bite him every now and then. Fairly laidback and chill until another vampire's mentioned / seen — then it's hackles raised.

𝙹𝙸𝙴 .

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Zhong JieGou

𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂(𝚂): Hound

𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Hit for hire

𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂: Canine aligned tiangou

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲. 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾: Closest with Vector ( vouched for him ) but Kingfisher comes a close second. Hates Cruor and will always try to bite the shit out of him. Usually slotted with the high caliber hunts. No one knows his true identity in species.

𝙾𝚁𝚈𝙽 .

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Hwang Saem

𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂(𝚂): Oryn

𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Exorcist

𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂: Human

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲. 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾: Struggles with angelophobia from past experiences, sensitive to the supernatural ( often gets headaches when sensing immense magical power, can feel that something's off about even the most mundane presenting creature ), thinks Vector's full of shit, might be macking with Crux ( allegedly ), just wants to be left alone but Suhyeon won't let him retire

𝚂𝚄𝙷𝚈𝙴𝙾𝙽 .

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Byun Suheyon

𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂(𝚂): TBA

𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Informant ; occasional hit for hire

𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂: Cursed blade

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲. 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾: Bridged the gap between their duo ( Oryn & him ) and 0 after extensive negotiation. Often plays mediator. Is uncannily good at finding new big hit clients. Just a touch shy of smarmy. Able to change into any blade — often shifts into something that would best fit his wielder. Does need blood to survive and is often left stabbed through a source / abandoned to pick up later :( **Is the victim that caused Vector to retire pre-Marked era. neither of them realize this**

𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 .

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Verse Miller

𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂(𝚂): Vi, Mills

𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Scout

𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂: Banshee

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲. 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾: Usually can't be bothered with anything or anyone, does fuck with Kingfisher though — thinks she's a hoot, also fucks with Goshawk ( wink ), fairly adept with medical emergencies, if a particularly difficult target is hard to locate — 0 will often go to her to act as a sort of beacon, quite literally darkens doorways with random drop ins :)

𝚆𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁 .

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Walter Webber

𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂(𝚂): Walt, rat bastard

𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 'Safehouse' / neutral grounds for 0 ; owner of On The Road motel

𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂: Vampire

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲. 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾: The worst motel 'owner', literally hates his job and makes it everyone else's problem, despite how rundown the motel is... Security's pretty sound — unless you start shit on purpose inside then all hell breaks loose, Amaro tries to kill him at least five times a year

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#5

Pardner

Shane Masters hissed through their teeth as they pulled their shirt up to inspect a long gash along their side. The wound was crusted with blood and caliche dust and surrounded by heavy bruising, and they winced as a poke drew fresh blood to ooze slowly down their side.

"Here now, none a’ that,"

Beaumont Morningstar heaved himself over the lip of rock and down into the narrow arroyo Shane had chosen to lick their wounds in. He dropped heavily down onto the sandy bottom and stomped over to the patch of shade they stood in, a frown firmly embedded in his face. He batted their hand away and framed the gash with his own, his thunderous expression at odds with the gentle motion he used to turn the wound more towards the light.

Shane shifted at the touch, leaning into Beaumont's hands just a little.

"Aw c'mon Beaumont, ain't nothin' but a scratch."

"I'll be the judge a' that," Beaumont retorted, hands lingering on Shane's hip for a long moment before diving into a pouch on his hip to pull out a canteen and some bandages.

Shane's eyebrows crawled towards their hairline.

"Ain't no thing, Beaumont. Doc'll have me right as the mail afore you know it."

"Doc's busy with Hallyer. 'Fraid you'll just have to live with whatever I can do."

Shane snorted, earning them a poke in one of the less-bruised portions of exposed flesh.

"Can't imagine Hallyer's too pleased with that. Doc's had it in for him since that crack about his knowin' not bein' worth a damn."

Beaumont gave them a dry look as he wetted a handkerchief he'd pulled from somewhere and began to clean the dirt away from the edges of the gash.

"Don't rightly think he's in a position to complain. The rattler caught him after I...after it let you go and if Talley wasn't the luckiest son of a bitch with a rifle Hallyer'd be worm food. If anybody but Doc was workin' on him, I'd be diggin' a hole right now."

Shane was quiet for a long moment before reaching out and thwacking Beaumont on the back of the head.

Beaumont dropped his handkerchief and staggered, grabbing onto Shane to keep from falling.

"Ow! The hell did you do that for!"

"The hell were you thinkin', gettin' that close to a rattler?"

Shane's hiss was quiet, but real anger sparked in their eyes, and Beaumont pulled away as he straightened up.

"The hell was I thinkin', the hell were you thinkin'! You like to run up into its mouth!"

"I'm Shane Masters and there ain't a thing I can't kill. Just had to-"

"Just had to get yourself ate, 's what it looked like to me."

The two of them glared at each other silently for a few moments before Shane looked away. Beaumont stayed still for a few moments longer before slowly reaching down to pick up the fallen handkerchief and tuck it back into his pocket.

"Reckon that's as clean as it gets anyway. Hold still so's I don't put this on crooked-like."

Beaumont stuck a piece of clean linen on the wound before beginning to unroll the wad of bandages.

"How'd this happen, anyways? Thought I shot the thing afore it got you to its teeth."

Shane held still as he began to wrap the bandages around their middle, but rolled their eyes.

"Mah hero. Anyways, thing was draggin' me right where I wanted to be 'cept it did it over a big rock."

“Draggin’ you into its belly more like,” Beaumont muttered.

A measured silence lasted for a long moment, broken only by the wind whistling down the arroyo.

"Thanks."

Beaumont's hands stilled.

"For pullin' my bacon out a the fire. You're supposed to stay the hell back and let me get up close, not the other way around. Idiot."

Beaumont didn't look up as he began wrapping the bandages once more.

"Couldn't stand by and let a partner die, is all."

Shane smirked.

"Just a partner?"

Beaumont still didn't look up.

"Just a partner."

Shane's smile disappeared as Beaumont finished wrapping and tied the bandage off.

"You saying you woulda done that for Vandall? Hallyer? Talley? McCloud? You woulda run into the maw of a rattler just for a partner?"

Beaumont's silence spoke volumes. Shane shoved him away hard enough to dump him on his ass and knock his hat clean off.

"Thanks for the patch job, partner," they spat, and turned to stalk down the arroyo in the vague direction of camp.

Beaumont stayed frozen for a long few moments before climbing to his feet and grabbing his hat. He looked down at the offending article for a long moment, seemingly uncaring of the fact that it was crumpling in his grip, before slamming it hard against his thigh with a puff of dust.

"Damn it."

He shoved his hat on his head and began slowly making his way back to camp, shoulders slumped.

5 notes • Posted 2021-06-24 09:11:18 GMT

#4

The Devil’s Right Arm

Beaumont Morningstar looked up at the gallows in front of him, face set in a blank mask, and didn't blink.

There was no crowd around the scaffold, though it was in the center of town and plenty of hangings were still treated like impromptu county fairs. People would bring their children, vendors would set up wheelbarrows of apples or carry trays of sweets and drinks. Some more industrious fellows might be selling their services to secure better views for a few pennies; others would be standing by with sharp knives, ready to tear down the scaffold and rope and sell the pieces for whatever people would pay for them. Some people might bet on how long the hanging would last, whether or not the hangman'd get it right or whether the head would come off if he got it wrong.

But not here. Not today. Not for him.

Instead, there was the Marshal, the sheriff, six deputies, and a preacher. The Marshal was sitting on a handsome bay horse, face shadowed by the sun, while the sheriff stood beside the preacher and twitched every time the deputies jerked at Beaumont's arms. The preacher was thumbing through his bible, mumbling snatches of Revelations and sweating bullets though the sun had only just cleared the horizon. The deputies were silent, grips white-knuckled and every push hard enough to make Beaumont stagger.

Ther sheriff broke the silence, hand resting on the dully gleaming six-gun in his holster.

"Beaumont Morningstar, you are a lyin', cheatin', murderous whoreson, and you have been convicted for robbin' and killin' across every state and territory west of the Mississippi. Judge Dixon has ordered you to be hanged by the neck until dead, though personally I'd rather shootcha in the head and have done with it."

The man used his free hand to clap the preacher on the shoulder, who responded by ducking even further down behind his bible as if trying to hide from everyone's gaze.

"Father Todd here will give you your last rites, if you'd like to unburden your soul afore we hang you."

Beaumont looked at Father Todd with blank eyes.

"No-"

Abruptly, Beaumont was sitting in a darkened saloon. The only light came from a single flickering lamp hanging over the green felt table, and the details beyond its light were lost in the gloom. A glass of amber liquid sat at his gun hand, the bottle exactly halfway along the table. It was quiet, in a way that saloons never were; no wood creaked in the wind, no voices murmured just beyond hearing, no half-tuned upright plonked out the same old tunes that played in every bar and saloon across the continent. The only sound was that of a deck being shuffled.

A rugged man in a clean and uncreased white shirt sat across the table from Beaumont. His hat was coal black, save for the silver pentagram on the band, and his teeth were as even as a row of military tombstones. Flat, sulfur-yellow eyes looked at him unblinkingly as the man continued to shuffle, a glass of amber liquid sitting at his elbow in a mirror of Beaumont's.

"Well, Beau my boy, seems like this might be it. Care to play one more hand for old time's sake?"

The man's teeth flashed in an unsettling grin, and his eyes never wavered.

Neither did Beaumont's.

"I think we both know that ain't enough. Not this time."

The other man's grin widened.

"See, that's why I like you Beaumont. You deal straight and take what you're dealt. I've known some other fellas who think that if they just get a little extra somethin', they'll come out on top."

He chuckled.

"Can't say as any of 'em do. Tryin' to card sharp the devil? The house always wins. But of course, you knew that already Mister Morningstar."

Beaumont simply looked ahead steadily, and didn't respond.

The other man nodded anyway, and dealt five cards face-up on the table.

Two of clubs. Three of diamonds. Six of clubs. Seven of clubs. Jack of diamonds.

"Then again, seems like luck simply ain't on your side. Seems like it hasn't been since Arizona. The law catchin' up to Beaumont Morningstar on account a' he's too drunk to aim his gun?"

The yellow eyed man shook his head, swept the cards back up into the deck, and began to shuffle them again.

"Bad business, Arizona. Job gone wrong, and a posse after you so quick, it's like they almost knew what you was plannin'. How many of the gang died that day? Ten? Twelve?"

"Fifteen."

The yellow-eyed man's eyebrows rose.

"Fifteen! But you managed to slip away clean."

He dealt five more cards face-up on the table.

Jack of diamonds. Ten of hearts. Queen of spades. King of clubs.

Ace of hearts.

Beaumont's gaze snapped from the cards on the table to the grinning man sitting across from him. The ace of hearts lay on the table between them, with the face of a person grinning up at the ceiling instead of the usual center marking.

"They're out of your reach."

The other man spread his hands, grin firmly back in place.

"Oh, I don't know that that's true. In fact, a little birdie told me that they're alive."

Beaumont twitched involuntarily, and the other man's grinned impossibly widened.

"Oh yes. They managed to make their own, special way out of the debacle in Arizona. But then, what should it matter to you? You were just partners after all."

The grin had a malicious edge now, and the yellow eyes reflected the lamp light oddly.

"And of course, your road ends here Beaumont. A short drop with a sudden stop, and the end of Beaumont Morningstar. You won't have to worry about someone with more guns than sense shooting down one of the finest fighters in the West before they can get close. Don't have to worry about them drinking themselves to death in some nameless town . Don't have to live with any regrets you might have about what happened between the two of you. Just you, the law, and a rope."

The man with yellow eyes reached forward and began to sweep the spread back into the deck.

When his hand touched the ace, Beaumont's hand flashed out faster than the eye could follow and caught his wrist in what would have been a bruising grip.

"Wait."

The man paused, his hand still on the cards.

Beaumont looked him dead in his yellow, yellow eyes.

"I want to make a deal."

"Well now, that's what I like to hear."

Beaumont let him go and the man straightened, sweeping the other four cards back into the deck but leaving the ace on the table.

"You know the price of course."

"My soul."

The man nodded and tapped the ace.

"I can give them to you on a silver platter, they'll be begging for your presence-"

"They are not part of this deal or any others."

Beaumont cut across the man's offer with a voice colder than a midwinter moon. The man raised an eyebrow.

"Then what do you want?"

The outlaw swept his hand across the table, palming the ace and tucking it up his sleeve before holding up an arm that somehow managed to still have the ropes the deputies had bound him with on the wrist.

"I want out. After that I can take care of things my own damn self, but I can't do it if they hang me."

The man smirked.

“As if you’ve done such a grand job so far.”

Beaumont said nothing, and simply stared across the green felt table with his hand outstretched.

The Devil looked at Beaumont for a long second before dealing out five more cards.

Ace of spades. Ace of diamonds. Ace of clubs. Ace of hearts.

Joker.

The Devil grinned, and held out his hand.

"We have a deal, Beaumont Morningstar."

Beaumont clasped the outstretched hand and shook it once, firmly.

The saloon and Devil disappeared, returning to the hot sun and high gallows between one blink and the next.

"-that won't be necessary," Beaumont finished to the preacher, the sun glinting ominoously off an unfamiliar gun filling his hand where none had been before.

He raised the gun and fired once.

The town dissolved into fire, blood, and a pair of sulfur-yellow eyes.

6 notes • Posted 2021-06-30 02:55:24 GMT

#3

feels like maybe we need this helpful chart again

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{text description: title is Sea Shanty Generator. Below that are two axis in a six by six square. Top left corner has a top line that says I Am with an that points to the right and a bottom line that says About with an arrow that points down. The next five square on the top row of the graph - what the I Am line points to - say Horny, Mean, Sad, Drunk, Gay. The next five squares of the first column - what the About line points to - say Boats, My Friends, The Captain, The Fair Bonny Shores of Home, Treasure. The rest of the graph has been filled in with the names of various sea shanties. Second row of the graph: Horny about boats: Aboard The Good Ship Venus Mean about boats: Barrett’s Privateers Sad about boats: Dead Horse Drunk about boats: Roll the Old Chariot Along Gay about boats: Leave Her Johnny

Third row of the graph: Horny about my friends: Haul Away Joe Mean about my friends: drunken sailor Sad about my friends: Don’t Forget Your Old Shipmates and Bones of the Ocean (two separate titles) Drunk about my friends: Here’s A Health To The Company Gay about my friends: Don’t Forget Your Old Shipmate

Fourth row of the graph: Horny about the captain: In London So Fair Mean about the captain: Marching Inland Sad about the captain: Santiana Drunk about the captain: Johnny Tarr Gay about the captain: Handsome Cabin Boy

Fifth row of the graph: Horny about the fair bonny shores of home: Roll the Woodpile Down Mean about the fair bonny shores of home : The Shores of Botany Bay Sade about the fair bonny shores of home : The Orange and the Green Drunk about the fair bonny shores of home : Bully In The Alley Gary about the fair bonny shores of home : The Leaving of Liverpool

Sixth row of the graph: Horny about treasure: Whores and Hounds Mean about treasure: Pay Me My Money Down Sad about treasure: Old Maul Drunk about treasure: Hoist Up The Thing Gay about treasure: The Last Bristolian Pirate end)

7 notes • Posted 2021-01-15 14:11:42 GMT

#2

The Reliables

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8 notes • Posted 2021-03-16 00:21:35 GMT

#1

@definitely-not-david-banner

10 notes • Posted 2021-07-26 02:45:59 GMT

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