Starchild are you listening| joining

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

Vagabond was pretty sure that most things in this world were going to be more painful then when he was a human. At least when he was a human he had a little bit of a pain tolerance when it came to certain things. Such as being shot. In a world like this, it was as if that pain tolerance didn't transfer over, and it would just end up kicking him in the ass. Every time he went out to go do something business related, the male always seemed to come back with some kind of injuries and act like there was nothing wrong. The Hellhound still had no idea how to heal his own injuries and if there were even doctors that existed in this world. Either way, the male didn't believe in the likes of otherworldly powers. Because of all the hell that he had gone through when he was a human, the higher powers were probably going to try and go against him in the end, while there were instances where he would think that they may be on his side for fucking up his life so much. The Hellhound had no reason to believe that there was an afterlife, hence why this was so confusing to him. He now knew that he had died during the heist, and yet instead of coming across a realm that was depicted by so many different people, he drew the short straw and instead was left here. The same came with the rest of his crew, and Vagabond felt remotely responsible when it came to that, as he was the one that had organized the heist a little bit and had been the one to conduct it too. Vagabond didn't know anything about joiners or what happened in the likes of the Rosebloods as he was always out doing something.

The former human was making his way through the desert, and thanks to the black skull mask that he wore on his face, he wasn't capable of acquiring any scents in the area and relied more on his sight instead. The massive hellbeast was one of the largest creatures that existed in this place, and he certainly used that to his advantage. Dried blood plastered to his shoulder, and blood dripped down to the ground from the side of his neck. Everything ached, and there were some portions of his body that hurt that hadn't even been struck. He guessed that's what he deserved for not being as great with skill as he once was. Again, what he would give to have a gun. Vagabond did see something in the distance, and not thinking that he was bleeding that badly, he walked parallel to the group that he approached, not approaching them directly. He recognized Bai Shi, a kid that he had given a burger too because the other was hungry and he thought why not. There was another kid on the border from the looks of it, and this one was a dog or something, he didn't really know and hardly cared what other species they were. "Guessing you finally found someone you know?" Vagabond questioned nonchalantly despite the blood that was dripping from the left side of his neck. It wasn't a fast flow of blood, as the blood had started to clot itself thanks to the journey over. At least he wasn't carrying a corpse around with him, as he wasn't about to show the likes of a corpse to a bunch of kids. He wasn't that fucked up.

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