blessed are the peacemakers.

john marston. red dead redemption. affiliated with isola radiale. people don't forget. nothing gets forgiven.

[outlawing]

penitentbeggar​.

@outlawing​

The gentle breeze whisks the floral aroma from the fields of flowers into the air. Zhang San closes his eyes and opens his arms, welcoming the loving graze of the wind against his cheeks. His DYI blond dyed hair sways effortlessly in the motion. The stray flower petals gently tickle his flesh as they ride on the wind’s flow. 

Mistwood, as the locals call his place, reminds him of the lush mountainous range of the Qinling mountains. Full of fauna and overgrowth, the Qinling mountain range provided Zhang San moments of deep meditation– if his mind would allow it.

Suddenly, Zhang San notices he isn’t alone. He opens his eyes and looks over his shoulder to see another enjoying the beautiful scenery. Slowly, Zhang San lowers his arms to his side, nodding his head. “Remarkable, isn’t it? In one part of his place is riddled with skyscrapers and smog… then you have the Mistwood, teeming with life." 

Zhang San realizes how forward he has been and immediately clams up. ”Ah… ignore me,“ he says quietly, looking away from the other man. While he wasn’t timid as it was necessary to make friends on his travels to survive and find odd jobs, there were times when another part of himself that he never knew had reveals itself– like it’s been lying dormant all this while.

For all the creature comforts he’s come to appreciate about the modern housing he’s been provided with, there’s something distinctly  homey  about The Mistwood that tempts John to abandon it all for a life in the woods. It isn’t as if he hasn’t done it before — which is  precisely  why he knows it’s foolish. The best he can do is spend as much time away from the city as he can, seeking refuge in the quieter, calmer parts of the island.

The Mistwoo is foremost among them. They’re remote enough ( or perhaps dangerous enough ) that few others seem to bother taking the time to visit and vast enough that those who do are rarely, if ever, seen. In fact... this may be only the second time John has encountered someone out here.

Rather than ignoring him, as requested, John ignores that very request. “‘Remarkable’ ain’t the word I’d use,” he scoffs. “Regrettable, maybe. Or... relentless. The future sure seems that way, doesn’t it?”

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livingfires​.

He has no utter clue how he even got into this situation. Did he pass out at some point during his walk to the Market? Ace isn’t quite sure — in fact he doesn’t have the foggiest idea of what’s going on. The first thing was that was he was looking for something to eat —

To only find himself sitting on a horse — and being given… some arms? Foam… stuff or something— which he was told to use and go wild.

Well, go wild was the command, and indeed he will. Even if he feels a little silly with these weird foams — and soon enough —

“Oh, am I going against you? I’m still not too sure what’s… zzzzzzzz.”

….

@outlawing / spiralefes : nerf jousting

So this is what it’s come to. John Marston, a once proud and dangerous outlaw, wanted across several states for all but the worst of crimes... wielding some sort of toy sword from atop a temporary steed. How the hell did it come to this?

All he wanted was to ride a goddamn horse. That’s what he signed up for; not... this. Whatever the hell  this  is. Sure, he could spur the horse on and run for it, but the crowd is far too big, and the horse too distinct in its pattern. There’s no doubt she’d stick out like a sore thumb in Radial City with its sad lack of proper steeds.

Which means he’s stuck with this stupid foam sword, facing down some poor bastard who doesn’t look any more pleased with the situation than he is.

“Seems that way, partner. I may not know my way around a sword, but — hey now! Are you  sleepin’?”

Well, if that’s how he wants to play it...

“Your loss, friend.”

John spurs the horse forward and charges, silly toy sword at the ready.

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family reunion.

continued from here.

There is a certain sense of  familiarity  that comes from being surrounded by nature. Whether it’s the labyrinthine intimacy of a dense forest or the open plains, there is comfort in being the only human soul in sight, alone with the world. There’s  loneliness  as well, but that, too, is familiar.

Yet there is a familiarity to these woods that is unique to them; something that calls back to the warmth of West Elizabeth and the danger lurking amidst the trees of New Hanover.  Don’t let your guard down,  the forest seems to say.

But it ain’t a warning enough.

When at last he finds a second soul among the wilderness, John’s sure it’s his eyes playing tricks on him. It’s easy to be mistaken with all this fog about, after all; and the man he’s looking at can’t possibly be... No, it has to be some poor stranger, unfortunate enough to have the same shape of the man he... the man he’s thinking of. So he calls out to him impersonally, only to be taken aback by the familiarity he finds here, too.

“Arthur?”

But those eyes — that voice — and that familiar gait as he approaches, step by uncertain step.

John looks back him, eyes wide and frankly, disbelieving.

“You —  I’m  alive?” Alive, certainly. Awake — he isn’t sure. “That I am,” he says simply, “but ain’t this one hell of a dream.”

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angelstripes​.

▌▌▌ “I’m gonna take a wild guess and assume you haven’t been in a modern car? That shit’s way comfier than back when they were first invented… I’d imagine.”

“Get a driver, crank up the AC, it’s bliss! Way better than a stinky-ass horse, that’s for sure.”

“And I reckon you ain’t never been on a horse. That it? Them fumes from the highway are worse than anything Old Boy’s ever put out — and I ain’t going to pretend he smells like cinnamon and fu— uh, roses.”

Manners, John. Honestly.

“Ain’t about the comfort, anyhow. It’s about reliability and speed. I still ain’t seen one that can keep up with a filly.”

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angelstripes.​

▌▌▌ “Yeehaw, my dude? This isn’t a wild west flick.”

“Nobody rides horses in cities. You could probably get one easy outside of it, but I don’t know why the fuck you’d bother.”

“Are you kiddin’ me? I’d take a horse over an automobile any day. Can’t see as there’s any reason you’d say otherwise. I’ve been in one once, and it ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

[outlawing]

“Ain’t even been here a day and I’ve already lost track of how many goddamn automobiles I’ve seen. And I ain’t seen a single horse, neither.”

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