He would be lying if he didn't say that he was guilty of the death of literally the entire crew. He remembered how the mention of the heist was being brought up in the first place. He remembered that after a raid against one of the crime boss's buildings, they had managed to keep one of them alive. Well, he did, and he had done so by shooting out the guy's kneecaps with his sniper. The guy was either going to try to bleed to death by crawling around, but they were going to get information. No one knew that he had a prisoner until he brought it up later that night and gave away all the information that he had for them. Vagabond didn't tell anyone because they were off cleaning up the rest of the guards that were around the area and were making off with the rest of the goods that were inside the building. They didn't just go there to rob the guys, but at the same time, it was to send a message that they were willing to fight back. They didn't have any henchmen like the other guy, but they were skilled enough that they could take most of them off in the first place. Either way, he took the guy off to one of the many bunkers that they had spread around the city, ignoring the vibration of his phone as he did so as the crew tried to contact him. The guy that he had slung over his shoulder was certainly leaving a blood stain on his leather jacket, and he was going to have to clean that up later before it could stain his jacket too. Vagabond pulled up one of the many chairs that were inside one of the rooms and sat the guy in the chair. He was fairly certain that the guy was unconscious thanks tot he loss of the blood the guy was going through. He knew that feeling of nearly passing out from blood loss. Vagabond slapped the man awake, and the other jolted in shock from the sudden new pain across his cheek. He knew that soon he wouldn't be able to feel much as his body would begin to start shutting down after everything happened. Vagabond questioned the man for around an hour or even more for that matter.

The guy didn't want to talk at first, but the man had a way of making those talk even if they didn't really want to. He started inflicting pain on the other man and giving him other options to redeem himself. Telling him the truth about what his crime boss was doing and that it would be better for the guy just to disappear and live a new life. Eventually, the stress wearing on the man's body took its toll, and he finally broke and spoke about what he knew. What Vagabond didn't know, was that this guy didn't work for the crime boss that they worked for. Instead, the guy was there to put false information and pretend like it was important information in the end. Vagabond believed him although he was going to do more research, later on, to make sure that the bastard wasn't lying to them. Vagabond got up from his chair once he had all the answers that he needed, and taking out his sidearm, he shot the man square in the face. Finally, he pulled his cell phone out of his pockets, not even bothering to pay attention to the text messages or missed phone calls of people trying to get a hold of him. Vagabond called Geoff, ignoring the angry questions the other had for him, and simply spoke about what he had just been up to. Grabbed the corpse of the man and put him over his shoulder so that he could dispose of the body instead of leaving it to rot in the room where he had tortured the man. He carried on the casual conversation like nothing bad was happening, walking out of the bunker and throwing the body in the dumpster. He finished talking to Geoff and hung up, finding the nearest vehicle that he could get and hopping into it and making his way back toward the headquarters and penthouse that they met up in when it came to planning the heists. It was only a couple of days before Vagabond could prove that the guy that he talked to was indeed right. Not realizing that it was a set up from the very beginning. The heist planning started off like any other heist that had started, and they were all given roles that they were going to do. Vagabond was going to be put on the rooftop nearby and take off the guards that were on the roof of the building and deal with any targets that were threatening through the window.

Rimmy was going to come after the signal was given and approach the front of the building with his armored truck that they would use as their getaway. He listened to the rest of what everyone else was going to do, and they had planned on ending the feud right then and there. Gathering up their gear, they would wait till night fell the previous day before they made their heist against the enemy group. Vagabond took the chance to clean all the gear that he had and make sure that all of their radios were in working condition. He was great when it came to technology after all, and most of the crew looked to him when they were having troubles like that. Jack was the pilot, Geoff was the boss, Gavin was great with getting in and out stealthily, and Michael and Rimmy were both the fighters of the group that had their own methods that they liked to use. Vagabond had lost track of how many different cars Rimmy had managed to either purchase or steal over the years. They were rich in the simple terms of it all, but that wasn't to say that they couldn't use more money or take out what they considered the bad guys in their mind. Vagabond was going to be the first one on the scene to make sure that they weren't going to run into any trouble and give them the all clear. He hadn't changed his clothes really as he knew it was going to be another messy night. The sniper laid on the roof as he checked the exists and the routes that everyone would end up taking, radioing in to tell the crew that everything was all clear. He ignored the arguing that was always going on and kept to himself most of the time. Vagabond never realized up to this point, that the guy that he had been carrying had put a tracking chip into the pocket of his jacket. The man had done so while he was carrying him, and the other did it within the slightest movement that Vagabond didn't even notice.

At the same time, the man gave up his life to put the tracker on him in the first place. Vagabond had known that there was an issue when the explosion went off in the building, which was planned to happen, and he heard gunfire over the radio. He noticed while he looked through his scope, there were far too many henchmen that were inside of the building. There were only supposed to be a couple that would be there that night. Vagabond had a sinking feeling of what it could possibly mean, as he wasn't sure if it had been a set-up from the very beginning. It was only when Rimmy parked the armored truck out in the front of the building after hearing the signal, getting out, and opening both of the doors. Vagabond still has the memory of the man being littered with bullets, his body falling onto the hood of his own car. The issue with being with littered with bullets, depending on where one was hit, there was a chance that he wouldn't die immediately. Vagabond was looking through his sniper scope and trying to take out as man guys that he could, holding his radio to his mouth trying to see if anyone was alive. As soon as he pressed the button to the radio, and started talking, his voice would have been immediately cut off. The man hadn't noticed that the tracker had given away his position, and he failed to notice the red dog that was placed right on his skull. There was no way the metal mask that he wore, was capable of holding back another sniper bullet. As soon as the bullet penetrated his skull, the man immediately fell him, slumping off to the side with his radio falling out of his hand. He may not have shown it, but the man had cared about the crew. They had taken him in after he left the organization that he had burned down. Geoff let him in without questioning his motives, as he could figure what he wanted to do from that moment on. No matter how many of them annoyed him, after being with them for several years, they had grown to be a family. He never wished for any of them to die. They should not have died.

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Gavin had certainly faired a lot better than Vagabond had when it came to arriving in the world like this. This would technically be his fourth day in this world, and he still wasn't sure what to think of it. At least the other male had managed to figure out how to eat food. Vagabond didn't exactly like the idea of eating anything that was raw, as being a former human he was used for having any food that he came into contact with to be cooked, or be sterile enough that he could actually eat it. The large beast had yet to really eat anything substantial, which would probably kick him in the ass later on, but he didn't really care all that much right now. He was barely able to gather any of his barrings the past couple of days, but he had also made sure that he was keeping himself busy. When he first arrived here, the man believed that he was somehow in hell. He had never been the religious type, but he knew for a fact that whenever he did die, he probably wouldn't be put in the best place possible. In the beginning, when he worked for the law he might have, but right now with his track record and all the murders that he had committed, there was no way that was going to happen. He was fairly certain that he didn't have any good redeeming qualities about him, and those that got to know him even kept their distance because of how dangerous he was all of the time. Only those close to him were capable of pulling pranks without him pulling the trigger in front of their face. They were the lucky ones. He thought that maybe this was some sort of sick god's idea of trying to torture the guy. Because when he woke up, he was in the middle of a crater and there was nothing around him. He knew wildlife usually existed in most places, so to simply not see anything around for the entire day that he was around, it began to concern him that he would just be ALONE with his thoughts. With the new life that he had now though, it did bring up the thought that maybe this was the time where he would be able to make up for the terrible things that he had done. Turn a new leaf. Make his life better and atone for his sins. Yeah right. Having nothing really familiar about this world, he was going to fall into old habits that were almost impossible for him to break.

The beast did go back to his old habits, and so far he had gone through two animals and was planning on killing a third. Animals were capable of speech, a strange occurrence that he was quick to get used to as he had seen plenty of strange things during his time with the crew anyway. Despite all of this, the beast would much rather prefer the likes of the gun in his hands, rather than just having knives to use day after day. Those weren't exactly as fun and he would like to fight at a distance. Most animals were capable of using their jaws to deal significant damage, while Vagabond was incapable of doing that because of the fact that he wore the mask that was constantly on his face that he refused to take off. No one had actually seen what he looked like underneath the mask unless someone managed to lift his mask while he was asleep as a human. He planned on keeping on the mask that he had no on his face. The mask was very similar to the one that he had while he was a human. Taking the shape of more of a human skull than the likes of a canine skull, the mask having elongated to fit his long muzzle as a canine. The body he had in this strange world was certainly more than capable of dishing out a lot of damage just with brute strength alone. The large beast stood around 6ft tall, weighing a lot more than the likes of a lion or tiger for that matter. He had scaled plating that ran across his spine and a small portion of his back. He had two tails instead of one, both being slightly longer and thinner than that of a regular dog's tail, but still having plenty of fluff to them. After the recent events of those that he had murdered, there were a couple scrapes across his body and a wound on his right leg that he wasn't exactly sure how to treat but would figure it out eventually. The former human still had a lot to learn about the world that he was in, and part of him didn't want to learn thanks to the pride that he had when he thought about that he could figure it out himself. His body took more of the form of a massive wolf, black fur and a black mask, making it seem like the mask blended in with the fur itself.

The large beast also had white facepaint underneath his mask, but it was impossible to tell unless he took the mask off which he refused to do. The mask also hid a scar that he had on the top of his head, which showed exactly where the sniper shot had gone through his skull when he had been a human, showing how he died. Again, impossible to see with the mask that he did wear. So far, he had been somewhat reunited with Rimmy. It was obvious that the two hadn't been fine the past four days, and he certainly wasn't expecting to see his lifelong friend after he had gotten gunned down by the enemy in front of his car. They had a small bit of time to mess with each other before they started working on the usual business. They didn't always have to work with one another. Vagabond was just returning from having a little bit of fun in the place called the Ascendants. He didn't know anything about enemies or allies and didn't think that animals were capable of doing as such. The more he explored the more he realized that these animals almost acted like gangs when it came to their territory. One thing he had to admit though, was that he hated all the fucking sand. Thanks to how large he was, he sank in the sand fairly easily. Sadly for Gavin, the large beast was coming from the same direction that he was walking toward the Rosebloods again. While Vagabond was walking, he started to notice footprints that were in the sand, ones that were obviously fresh. His head tilted in the manner that it almost always seemed to do when he was looking at something, and his eyes followed the trail until he spotted the one responsible for the trail. It looked like a cat. Hell if he knew what kind of breed of cat it was. He was only around ten feet away, and he could easily hear the other shouting for something as he was on the sand. As soon as he heard the other's voice, his heart leaped into his chest. That... had to be Gavin right? The other of course had a codename that he liked to use when they were around each other, but he did know the other's real name.

The Hellhound was extremely relieved that the other was alive, even if the male had the luck of a draw of becoming an animal like them. It also wasn't hard to distinguish the obvious British accent that the other had either. Rimmy would certainly be happy to hear that he was indeed alive. The Hellhound wasn't just going to have a happy reunion with the caracal though, and instead to mess with the younger man a little bit. He was slightly in the open where he was standing behind Gavin, his twin tails raising slightly to curl over his back. A loud snarl ripped through his jaws in Gavin's direction, although it didn't sound like a regular canine's snarl. It almost sounded slightly distorted, thanks to the mask, but also for the fact that he wasn't just a regular big dog. As soon as the sound escaped his lips, the 6ft tall hellbeast ran across the sand into the caracal's direction, and if he got close enough, he would aim to lash out with one of his paws, not to hurt the other, but simply to trip him along the sand. If that worked, Vagabond would aim to stand over the caracal and aim to place one paw onto the caracal's chest after having been rolled over from the first attack. The massive Hellhound would lower his masked face as threatening as he could toward the caracal's face, his teeth obviously hidden thanks to his mask, but the sound was still there. And if all of that worked, all of his actions would stop, and anything threatening about him would disappear in an instant. "Just making sure you're real ya cheeky bastard." Vagabond tried to do a horrible imitation about the other's accent as he moved off of the top of the caracal, chuckles escaping the former human's jaws as he sat near the caracal. In truth, he was happy that the guy was alive. "Looks like you drew the short straw as well." Vagabond mentioned as he looked at how tiny the caracal was compared to him, and also speaking of the others luck of having been transported to this world. As far as the former human knew, Gavin had died during the heist just like everyone else. But when Gavin had started to run from the building, Vagabond had already been shot and killed on the nearby roof, so he wouldn't have seen the other leave the building. He certainly took great joy in terrifying the younger male, but the other certainly had a great time of messing with him just as much.

He wasn't human anymore. That alone was certainly a hard blow to deal with. There were so many things that humans were capable of doing that animals were not even remotely close to managing. He missed being able to actually grab things with his fingers and talk about what humans used to talk about without being looked at like he was someone that was insane. Who cares if he wanted to talk about all the former food joints that he loved to go to? He wouldn't be able to ride his motorcycle again, he wouldn't be able to drive any vehicle for that matter. Now he wasn't all that much of a driver compared to the likes of Rimmy, but he did like to have vehicles once in a while as it was an exhilarating feeling. Vagabond would give everything up right now just to become a human again, but the more that he looked at the situation the more he realized that wasn't going to happen either. The Hellhound was probably going to be stuck like this if any of it was real for that matter. Everything seemed to be moving so fast and that he wasn't really feeling all that much that he couldn't decide whether or not that this was something that his mind was making up. What if his body was still slowly dying on the roof that he had been on, and this was just what he was making up inside of his head while his body slowly bled out from the bullet that was shot through him. It would be a weird way to think about it, that his mind was working a whole lot faster than the rest of the world did. It almost sounded like how situations like that actually happened in movies where time would slow for the protagonist if they were starting to die or if situations were starting to get a whole lot worse. Vagabond could vouch that didn't happen in real life and that the likelihood of that happening right now with his mind was basically zero. Yet, despite that, there was something in the back of his head that was telling him that there was still a possibility that none of it was real.

So, he was trying his damn best to enjoy himself. When he first arrived in this world he thought that his soul had gone to hell and this was where he was going to suffer for the rest of his eternity. He wasn't going to go down easily and thought to himself that he was going to make hell's his bitch. Seeing those that he had killed up to this point, he wasn't sure what he was going to do now. What was there to gain in this world? Instead of letting his mind get to the better of him Vagabond decided to spend the majority of his time working or at least doing something to keep his mind busy. He didn't care what it ended up being. He could spar with someone and that would keep him busy for the majority of the day anyway. It now seemed like most of the crew seemed to be coming back to life, or it just might be a select few instead of just everyone. First him, then Rimmy, and now Goldenboy. He didn't dare speak the other's real name in such a strange place as there was no reason to reveal their real names. Not like he had ever said his real name in the first place and just went by his alias. Vagabond was glad that the caracal had managed to recognize him. He was glad that his mask somehow made it to this world because if he didn't have his mask he was fairly certain that no one would be able to recognize him at all unless they heard him talk. Vagabond still had no idea what he was in this world, and that he was technically a supernatural and mythical creature that was supposed to bring terror and bad luck to those that he came across. Vagabond still considered ironic how enemies used to call him an animal, and now here he was. Fitting really. When the other's attention snapped back toward him after basically looking him over, Vagabond couldn't help but let a low chuckle escape his maw hearing the caracal sneeze. He never heard a cat sneeze before and it was kinda funny. At the other's question, Vagabond gave an innocent shrug of his shoulder. "I have no idea." It was said with honesty. He actually had no idea how he had gotten into a place like this.

The Hellhound just knew that he woke up in a crater and just started walking and hoping to find life in this world, which he found on the second day that he had been around. At the other's reaction, Vagabond couldn't help but let a smirk spread across his facial features, lowering his head slightly as he turned toward the much smaller animal. He would raise one of his massive black paws and pointed directly at Goldenboy's chest. "I'm talking about what you ended up becoming. I could crush you to death just by standing on you." Vagabond would mock the caracal in his own way. The Hellhound's ears swiveled though as he heard movement coming toward him, and he turned his head slightly in the direction of the white lion. He remembered this guy. He had been there after he came back covered in blood. Did he know his name? Of course not. He had to agree with Goldenboy at the mention of talking animals. "Certainly one of the strangest things I've ever seen in my life. I doubt anything would top it." Vagabond comments in a calm fashion, putting the calm demeanor back on now that the white lion was around. He didn't trust anyone else but his crew that was for damn sure. The hardest part for Vagabond was to figure out whether something was capable of speech, or was just some random animal that wasn't sentient. It was very hard to tell the difference unless someone was capable of speech. Vagabond was about to answer the lion's question about whether he knew the caracal or not, but Goldenboy beat him to it.

His nose scrunched up at the other's words, of course, he was right, but that didn't mean he had to take it. Vagabond rolled his eyes at the other's insult, pointing another paw at the caracal. "And you're a thieving snake, I don't see much of a difference." They were all assholes honestly, it was just Goldenboy pretended that he wasn't where Vagabond barely played the innocent card. Despite what Vagabond said, he wouldn't change the caracal for the world. They were crew. They were family. They were always to argue eventually. His vivid blue eyes soon changed targets as he watched a familiar figure that was coming toward them from the air. He was going to still have to get used to seeing the dog coming toward them. As soon as Goldenboy spotted Rimmy, Vagabond didn't have any reason to answer the other's question. The last thing he expected though was for the caracal to immediately start running toward the winged canid. Causing the Hellhound to get up onto his paws, as he didn't know how this was going to play out. He did hear the other asking how they were alive. Did Goldenboy see Rimmy die? Vagabond was fairly certain that no one saw him get shot. At least, he thought he got shot. "Seemed like fate wanted to take pity on us. I have no clue how we got here." Vagabond commented although Rimmy would probably give his own answers. The first sentence he said was obviously a joke. He didn't believe in fate, as he created his own. But, he did wish he knew how the situation turned out like this.