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[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

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.

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