READY OR NOT | RIMMY

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

Starting over. The thought never really came to mind until the third day that he had arrived in this world. He would stop near a river and look at his reflection and look at what he had ended up becoming. He had once been the good guy. Way before he had even joined the organization itself. It was almost poetic that he had managed to join one of the more prominent gangs in the end, but he had to admit that they were an interesting group. Sure, there were moments where he would enjoy sticking a knife through their throat as not to hear them say another word. Especially some of the more talkative and obnoxious of the group. He was there for the money and to get back at those that had wronged and used him. And being part of the gang was the best option at the time because he could work under the radar and no one will bother to try and question him where he was all the time. He didn't have to constantly be with the group, as he could work alone if he really wanted to. There were a couple faces that he did really well if they went on missions together, and Rimmy was one of them. Vagabond knew why they worked so well together, and there had been a couple of instances that he would try to do bad. Not bad to the point to where he could accidentally get him killed, but not as good as to try and avoid suspicion as to why he worked that well with the rookie in the first place. He didn't work well with anyone when he had joined the gang after all. Vagabond hoped that 'Rimmy' wouldn't be able to figure out who he was, and since the rest of the gang actually didn't know his real name, there wasn't all that much reason to panic.

He just had to keep his distance away from him, but fate had other plans when they were planning one of their biggest heists and they needed everyone there. When he had first been allowed to stay in this place it was described as a dysfunctional family. That was immediately what he thought of from the gang that they had been in. They weren't afraid of beating each other's faces in if one of them got pissed off enough. Vagabond didn't blame him as it was nice to take a swing at those that were annoying or just deserved to get hit. At some point, while he was working with the group, he didn't remember when, but he became comfortable enough to let his guard down a little bit. He knew that they probably wouldn't try something if they knew what was best for them. He was considered one of the more intimidating of the group by sheer skill alone. Although, most of the group could be considered insane and intimidating just by looking at them. Either way, he had ended up falling asleep on a couch in the house that almost all of them lived in. A couple had their own houses that were close by, but it was because of how wanted they were in most places, it was better to be within a couple minutes in between each other if shit hit the fan. He woke up, and he was lucky that his mask was still on, only until he went to go look in the mirror, and there was nothing but stickers plastered across the skull mask. It had taken him a couple of moments to realize what he was seeing thanks to how groggy he was, and when he did, he screamed into the mirror, and he could almost hear the entire house fall silent as he demanded to know who did it. It was one of the crew, and he didn't do anything to hurt him then and there, but he made the other a promise that he was going to repay him back eventually. There were some fun times that happened in the group, whether he liked to admit it or not. They were family. Anyone that messed with them messed with him.

Vagabond thought that the other wouldn't be able to tell that he was there. He barely recognized whatever liquor that he was drinking, he just knew that it was based by the bottle. It was certainly an interesting sight to see the other's tail move in such a way to grasp the battle like it was nothing. He was fairly certain... dog tails couldn't do that. But dogs also didn't have wings either so he couldn't really judge the other. By the time he had arrived in his current spot, he hadn't heard the canine speak at all. Vagabond decided to try his luck and move a little bit closer, but he had no intention of killing the other. The guy could have some important information that he could use for future reference. He was around 6ft away when he stopped near a tree again. His stark blue eyes looking and unwavering. It was when the other spoke, causing Vagabond to tense for a second as the other looked over toward him. The tense body language lasted only a second. The guy was impressive to know that he was here, although it was probably slightly easy to see him in the first place. It was after that second thought, that he was able to recognize the voice and cause him to immediately stand up. He knew that bastards voice anywhere. He stepped out of the shadow for a moment to look at the canines mix-matched eyes, and the cowboy hat on his head. The cowboy hat. He should have fuckin known. "Rimmy fuckin Tim? How in hell are you here?" The question was somewhat vague from Vagabond's lips. How are you alive? How are you in this world like me? I thought this was my own personal hell or some weird simulation? When Vagabond did speak, a familiar voice would ring out from behind the black skull mask. A secondary thought he had, was how much shorter Rimmy was compared to him. That didn't change.

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