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Ask/RP blog for DBD's Caleb Quinn / 18+ ONLY / Follows from @Kixxz-and-trixxz or @uvpartybomb-stuff

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I WANNA BE A COWBOY, BABY! [fourthlegionnaire]

“𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴, I ‘ave more than one vulture.. all them birds are good birds”  @fourthlegionnaire

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Hiya! I was wondering if you have made friends or enemies with other killers. Also would you like to be called Mr.Quinn or Caleb?

“𝔥𝔬𝔴𝔡𝔶… I ‘ave made some friends with them… lessee here…” He brings a hand up to his chin, “I’m particularly friends with Evan, Amanda, Max Jr… Uhm… gotta think…” He trailed off, there were so many names to remember for an old coot like him, “Ah… ‘nd also Philip, Julie, and Susie. They’re all on good terms with me.” He nods, “As for foes? Well… heheh…” He chuckles, “I ain’t taken too kindly towards Franklin or Joseph… they’re jus’ annoyin’ to all Hell!”

Caleb tips his hat at the grey survivor and gives them a grin, “You can call me either of those by the way… I ain’t too picky with formalities…”

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I’m very late too the ‘I love Caleb’ party but! My internet’s good enough to play Dead By Daylight again so I’ve been farming to get shards for him,, I love this funky, old Yee Hee Haw man

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Continued From [X] || Closed for @beatupdwight

“𝔶𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔫 tell me who it is… we killers ‘ave some more leeway with personal business.” He adjusted his grip on The Redeemer, “You should know to never wander in the fog… Yer almost always gonna be encounter another killer or yer gonna end up in one of them realms.” He huffed, “Like you’ve gone and done now. N’ ‘ere y’are, hidin in my saloon from some unknown vermin… Blamin’ yerself for bein’ a curious wanderer…”

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Shaking his head rapidly, the man kept his lips shut. He wouldn’t risk that. No way! His next trial with them would be hellish if he did.  “Yeah…” Sighing in shame of being lectured, he lowered his head. “But a friend lost something important and really wanted it back.” He frowned. “I couldn’t let them wander off. I know it’s dangerous out here. Exactly why I’d rather go myself than let them get lost and hurt…” Chuckling, he continued. “I mean, it’s just as stupid but at least they’re safe.” 

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“𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡,” Caleb started ever so sternly, “I get yer tryin to be considerate over yer friends n’ all but come on... yer shakin’...” He sighed and shook his head, sounding angry isn’t the best idea right now, “Look, I ain’t gonna pressure ya’ into tellin’ me who’s the cause of this mess but, I can do one thing,” He paused, dropping The Redeemer down to his side and leaning against it like a stand, “I can help you with whatever yer tryin’ to search for and protect ya’ along the way if ya want... It’s the least I can do fer’ye...”

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Continued From [X] || Closed for @beatupdwight

“𝔶𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔫 tell me who it is... we killers ‘ave some more leeway with personal business.” He adjusted his grip on The Redeemer, “You should know to never wander in the fog... Yer almost always gonna be encounter another killer or yer gonna end up in one of them realms.” He huffed, “Like you’ve gone and done now. N’ ‘ere y’are, hidin in my saloon from some unknown vermin... Blamin’ yerself for bein’ a curious wanderer...”

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The nervous leader sneaked up the stairs to the familiar building. He wanted away. Quickly. Somewhere to hide... He wasn't sure why he came here out of all the places but it felt safe, somehow. Breathing heavily, Dwight let himself fall on his knees at the corner of the room. He was too afraid to move an inch and simply stayed still, shivering.

“𝔶'𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 safer if you go behind the bar…” Caleb commented as he made his descent down the stairs, “Nobody checks behind that dusty ol’ thing and with yer small size, you’d be able t’fit under the shelves…” He added, limping his way over to Dwight but keeping his distance from the small survivor, “Besides, what or who are y’iding from anyway…? I damn well know we ain’t in a trial right now… Unless… One has started and I wasn’t told…”

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"S-sorry to bother you sir but I think a friend of mine lost something in the saloon. C-could I fetch it for him?"

“𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴… Since yer askin’ so nicely…” Caleb craned his neck down at the small leader and nudged him towards the dusty saloon with The Butt end of The Redeemer, “Go and git it, But be quick ya hear…?”

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“A leader is someone who leaves no-one behind, even if it would put their own life at risk.” 

INBOX OPEN

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What kind of modifications have you made to The Redeemer over time? Any new ideas? I bet if you talk to Amanda she can hook you up with some spare parts.

“𝔞𝔥 the odd thing ‘ere and there! Stronger chains, better accuracy.. that kind of thing, always room fer improvements with any kind of contraption.. As fer the little lady, Amanda was it? I’ve ‘eard that she does ‘er own kind of tinkerin’ so you can say I’m rather interested in what she can do, even the ladies back ‘ome were smart lasses so it’s no surprise ta me that there is a few ‘ere..” 

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Have you gotten a chance to look at the generators during trials? As a tinkerer is it interesting to you too see them up and running when they're repaired?

“𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔰 are quite the work, I’d be lyin’ if I said I ‘adn’t taken the time ta take a good look at one, ain’t gotten ta see these machines back ‘ome.. Might ‘ave taken one apart just ta see the inner workin’ of it” A deep chuckle came from the man as he rested his Redeemer against his shoulder. “The little missy up there weren’t too ‘appy bout it ‘owever, not doin’ my job as she say” 

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Your laugh... It's just... ugh. I can't even. I will allow myself to get shot just to hear it again

“𝔞𝔯𝔢… are y’all okay?” Caleb couldn’t believe what all these grey folk were saying. It was borderline rated-R stuff here, “Y’all just need to… calm down ‘cause It’s just weird at this point…” 

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"It's high noon" what are ya? A McCree main? ((Thank you for making the blog, youve already answered a Q for a really good friend of mine who probably jumped out of their seat seeing that there is a blog for Caleb, 💜))

“𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥 noon is a-sayin’ for when it’s near or at 12 o’clock pard’ner…” Caleb has a bit of annoyance to his tone as he responded, “An’ who’s McCree?”

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Mr. Quinn, I just want to say you are the most HANDSOME killer I have ever seen!!

“𝔞𝔤𝔢 hadn’t been kind to me through the years but I do believe a Thank ya’ is still in order.”  He tipped his hat towards the kind lady and gave a lil grin. He was appreciative towards the compliment since it’s such a rare thing to encounter in the Entity’s realm nowadays…

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can i ride u? i wanna be a cowboy babeeeey

𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 is no way that Caleb just heard this with his own ears. He cocked his head and raised a brow at the little entity spawn with a disappointed look upon his face,

”I ain’t gonna let you do that but uh,” He replied, holding out a hobbyhorse to the individual, “Go be a cowboy and ride this instead since there’s no way yer old enough for me anyway…”

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“𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔠𝓀, 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔴 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔡'𝔫𝔢𝔯..“  Ask/RP blog for DBD's Caleb Quinn, The Deathslinger.  Text based with the occasional art. Mused by muns Jason and Vin, follow backs with kixxz-and-trixxz or uvpartybomb-stuff! 

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𝔱𝔞𝔤 𝔡𝔲𝔪𝔭