thatguyinthestore
Off to a Better Place
"Hmmm..." Midna would hum as she thought on Arthur's words, namely those he uttered about recruiting the Van Der Linde gang. Her expression turned sorrowful for the briefest of moments as she heard him speak about John before her more neutral expression returned. "Follow me." She said simply as she began to hover past the cowboy. She hovered alongside the cowboy down one of the many long, narrow halls of the base, before they were met with a pair of sliding doors at the ed of said hall. Once they opened, the room before the duo was shown to host three figures. One was Steve Rogers, who was seated in a chair. The other was Winter Schnee, who was seated in the one across the table from Steve. But the one figure that more than likely stood out to Arthur more than the rest of them...
"Hey, Arthur. Glad to see you're not dead." The familiar gunslinger and former Van Der Linde Gang member, who Arthur would no doubt know as John Marston, said dryly with a slight smile.
"...surprise?" Midna asked, wincing slightly as she prepared for Arthur's reaction.
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"Hey, Arthur. Glad to see you're not dead." The familiar gunslinger and former Van Der Linde Gang member, who Arthur would no doubt know as John Marston, said dryly with a slight smile.
"...surprise?" Midna asked, wincing slightly as she prepared for Arthur's reaction.
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