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I'll do what I can.
Thankfully, the Gunslinger wasn't the only one who cared about Blake. Leo, too, came to comfort Miss Belladonna, further soothing her emotions to the point where she looked much better now. He ignored the random person caressing Blake's ears, only giving the boy with magic eyes a curt nod.
"Leo. Hope them eyes ain't bothering you." Arthur greeted his comrade before a commotion quickly broke loose yet again- this time, an armored person similar to "The Meta" had come in. Of course, Morgan knew just who she was, but just as he opened his mouth to talk everyone completely blew it out of proportion, a couple of them attacking her only to get their asses handed to them- which wasn't exactly surprising. He just put a hand to his forehead, shaking his head as Kassandra sheepishly apologized for not identifying herself.
"I know it ain't exactly a priority, but maybe next time let people know who you are before you run around in some bad guy's armor." He would probably have talked to the Spartan about not terrifying the whole room a bit more, but a devillish voice immediately caught his attention. A voice he didn't want to hear. A voice he knew all too well.
"Micah..."
The cowboy practically spat the name out, his expression immediately souring as he turned to the rat. When Leo asked if they were friends, Arthur grunted before shaking his head. Even if Micah claimed otherwise, they were anything but friends.
"He's anything but a friend, unless you consider a friend someone who'd stab you in the back." Arthur growled, slowly walking an arc around the southerner- as if he were sizing Micah right back up. His fists tightened as he bit his tongue, almost ready to beat the living shit out of the traitor. For a few moments, there was just silence; he didn't even care about the fact that Midna was creating a scene nearby. To him, everything seemed to narrow down to just him and Micah all over again. Just the two of them; opposite sides of a coin. Only Blake broke the silence in his mind, formally identifying Micah. He gave her a short nod just before Micah accused him of "spinnin' tales", which only made him angrier.
"I ain't no liar. I don't twist my words like you do, ya rat." The high-ranking MPF individual scowled, taking a few steps right up to Micah and lifting his fist up as if he were about to deliver a haymaker. However, he barely restrained himself at the last instant, stopping his fist inches from Micah's face and holding it there for a couple seconds before exhaling angrily and backing off, turning his rear to Micah as he visibly seethed. After a few seconds he turned around to face the unfaithful Van Der Linde member before addressing him again.
"I don't know who invited you to this party, but you'd better be on your best behavior. Because the second I see you making any move to betray us, you're getting a bullet to the brain. And this time, I know your true colors. You ain't just some nut job who'd shoot up a town for revenge and your gun; you're a nut job who'd also bail any sort of moral code, you disloyal bastard." Morgan snarled, giving his two holstered LeMats a glance for good measure. Hopefully everyone else knew who Micah truly was: A dishonorable monster who had nothing in the way of anything related to morals. Because otherwise he was a major liability to this mission...
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- Canon: Red Dead Redemption II
- "Powers":
- Abilities:
- Reflexes
- Weapons Proficiency
- CQC Proficiency
- Outdoorsman Skills
Status: Suspicious
Font Formatting: Book Antiqua Font, AC714A HEX
Weapons: LeMat Revolver x2, M40A5, Crossbow, Machete, Throwables
Equipment: Bandolier, Journal, Electric Lantern, Portable Camera, Lasso Hook, MPF Pager, MPF Watch
Satchel Inventory: Link's Arrows, Penguin Figurines, Alcoholic Drinks, Zant Photo, Vial of Twilight
Indirect Mentions: GM thatguyinthestore
Direct Mentions: Blake TheElenaFisher , GM thatguyinthestore , Shujinko Topless
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