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revenge is a fools game.

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PISTOLSHOT : an 18+ rdr multi-muse. ‎‎‎‎Written by COYOTE. Indie & semi-selective. personals will be blocked.

NOT SPOILER-FREE.

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"Last I heard, he was causing some trouble for a poor photographer. Apparently as his hired help? Doubt he kept that job for long, surprised he didn't rob the fella."

Kieran shrugged.

"If we're lucky, definitely. But luck don't seem to come our way these days."

"Poor fella." He shook his head.

A pang of anxiety struck within him, was that Albert Mason he was talking about? He had his run ins with that man, clumsy but a man of good will. He respected a man of nature, Arthur just hoped it was someone else.

He wanted to quickly change the subject. "So these trains, what's on them? Bounties?"

"Rich folk, a lot of them. They're heading in for some fancy party." Kieran nodded, "Trains will be full of money for the taking."

"It will be risky, that's for sure. Might put us higher on the wanted bounties list."

As hesitant as he had been, the offer of rich folks, lots of money was all too tempting. Dutch had been talking about trying to get more cash. Micah had been talking to him recently, it would explain why Dutch was so eager to do it. Even if Arthur wanted to say no, he'd be forced into it anyways.

"I mean, I'm already on so many lists, one more ain't gonna make a difference." he sighed, resigning to the reality this was going to happen. "Are they heavily guarded?"

"There's a chance." He said, "Me and my boys will try and learn some more about that before the robbery."

"You in?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

#[ in character. ]#the good old switcheroo! [ swap au. ]#mistermxrgan

"He had what was coming to him, left with a few fresh scars. Or at least, they should end up in some scars for him." he said, "Got what he wanted in the end, to look tough."

A slimy bastard indeed, he thought. He treated the rest of the gang like shit and Kieran didn't approve of that. Not one bit.

"Did you know where he went?" Arthur was growing all the more curious about the outcome of Colm. The last thing he wanted was that drama coming the gang's way. There were times Colm made him and the other folks uncomfortable by their presence.

"Maybe if you're lucky, and we're lucky. Bastards dead somewhere."

"Last I heard, he was causing some trouble for a poor photographer. Apparently as his hired help? Doubt he kept that job for long, surprised he didn't rob the fella."

Kieran shrugged.

"If we're lucky, definitely. But luck don't seem to come our way these days."

"Poor fella." He shook his head.

A pang of anxiety struck within him, was that Albert Mason he was talking about? He had his run ins with that man, clumsy but a man of good will. He respected a man of nature, Arthur just hoped it was someone else.

He wanted to quickly change the subject. "So these trains, what's on them? Bounties?"

"Rich folk, a lot of them. They're heading in for some fancy party." Kieran nodded, "Trains will be full of money for the taking."

"It will be risky, that's for sure. Might put us higher on the wanted bounties list."

#[ in character. ]#the good old switcheroo! [ swap au. ]#mistermxrgan

TRUTH SERUM TIME !

SEND ‘ TRUTH ‘ + A QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER. NO LYING ALLOWED.

#[ memes. ]#specify muse.

He just weakly smiled at Arthur's statement of not trusting an O'driscoll.

When Colm was brought up, the atmosphere grew a lot... tenser. Kieran's friendly demeanor seemed to falter.

"He left of his own accord." Kieran stated bluntly, "Didn't like the way I ran things."

His eyes shifted away, a small scowl appearing on his face.

"Not like he could run it any better."

There was something beneath the surface of that statement. Loathing? A cold and calculated rage? It wasn't too easy to tell.

The mood immediately shifted as soon as he asked that, he held up his guard as if he was anticipating a potential fallout to unfurl. Clearly Arthur had hit some nerve for the O'driscoll leader. However he was certain Charles, John or Sean would come and back him up if things turned ugly.

"No loyalty in your gang then." he responded rather bluntly and a level of smugness, considering nobody planned to leave his gang. "Colm always was a slimey bastard." He remembered that man, who couldn't? He would make anyone wanna put a bullet in them. "I always got the impression he'd try and usurp you."

"He had what was coming to him, left with a few fresh scars. Or at least, they should end up in some scars for him." he said, "Got what he wanted in the end, to look tough."

A slimy bastard indeed, he thought. He treated the rest of the gang like shit and Kieran didn't approve of that. Not one bit.

"Did you know where he went?" Arthur was growing all the more curious about the outcome of Colm. The last thing he wanted was that drama coming the gang's way. There were times Colm made him and the other folks uncomfortable by their presence.

"Maybe if you're lucky, and we're lucky. Bastards dead somewhere."

"Last I heard, he was causing some trouble for a poor photographer. Apparently as his hired help? Doubt he kept that job for long, surprised he didn't rob the fella."

Kieran shrugged.

"If we're lucky, definitely. But luck don't seem to come our way these days."

#[ in character. ]#the good old switcheroo! [ swap au. ]#mistermxrgan

He just weakly smiled at Arthur's statement of not trusting an O'driscoll.

When Colm was brought up, the atmosphere grew a lot... tenser. Kieran's friendly demeanor seemed to falter.

"He left of his own accord." Kieran stated bluntly, "Didn't like the way I ran things."

His eyes shifted away, a small scowl appearing on his face.

"Not like he could run it any better."

There was something beneath the surface of that statement. Loathing? A cold and calculated rage? It wasn't too easy to tell.

The mood immediately shifted as soon as he asked that, he held up his guard as if he was anticipating a potential fallout to unfurl. Clearly Arthur had hit some nerve for the O'driscoll leader. However he was certain Charles, John or Sean would come and back him up if things turned ugly.

"No loyalty in your gang then." he responded rather bluntly and a level of smugness, considering nobody planned to leave his gang. "Colm always was a slimey bastard." He remembered that man, who couldn't? He would make anyone wanna put a bullet in them. "I always got the impression he'd try and usurp you."

"He had what was coming to him, left with a few fresh scars. Or at least, they should end up in some scars for him." he said, "Got what he wanted in the end, to look tough."

A slimy bastard indeed, he thought. He treated the rest of the gang like shit and Kieran didn't approve of that. Not one bit.

#[ in character. ]#the good old switcheroo! [ swap au. ]#mistermxrgan

This Kieran... he didn't look right. He was dressed in somewhat fancier clothing than Kieran would've ever wore or even afford.

He wore a white shirt with muted blue stripes travelling downwards and a black waistcoat; There seemed to be some horses stitched into it. He also wore black trousers and black finger-less gloves. Around his neck was a blue neckerchief. A black hat sat atop his head.

He looked at Arthur, raising an eyebrow.

"You need something?" SWAP!KIERAN [ @pistolshot ]

@pistolshot

Arthur had watched Kieran with some suspicion from a distance. He had seen them interact with Dutch, but not close enough to pay full attention to what had been said. Naturally his curiosity got the better of them. "What you talking about to Dutch huh?" he asked with a mixture of threat within his voice. Whilst no guns or violence had occurred, he was concerned what their motive was. He knew who the O'driscolls were, given past experience, so he knew to have his guard up.

"Just somethings about a train or two coming through soon." Kieran shrugged, "Just thought we could take one for each of us then we won't have to fight over a score."

He fiddled with the glove on his hand, pulling it up even though it was high as it could go.

Suspicions from Arthur did not ebb away whatsoever, the opposite rung true. He knew how the O'driscolls were not a trustworthy bunch, doing what only benefitted themselves at the expense of others. A frown formed on his lips. "What makes you think Dutch trusts you?" He huffed, being naturally defensive towards his own gang. "I ain't believing that you fellas wanna share."

"I don't believe he trusts me, I'd be some kind of idiot to think that..." He awkwardly chuckled, "But it ain't gonna hurt to try and be civil at the least. Got enough targets on our backs with those Pinkertons."

"I get that you don't trust easily, you have a hell of a lot of reasons not to. But I'm being sincere here. Ain't no trickery going on, you'd have my head off if i was tricking ya."

Much like the Van Der Linde gang, the pinkertons were also on the rival gang's hide. Everyone was being hunted down. Arthur knew they were the last of the gangs, not long for it in this civilised world. But he didn't care about their problems. Dutch's gang alone mattered. Arthur almost snorted in amusement at Kieran's confession on Dutch's uncertainty of trust.

"As he shouldn't. We know not to trust an O'driscoll." Eyes never left their gaze, making it clear his feelings on the matter. Kieran tried his best to reassure that all would be amicable, Arthur wasn't buying it. He was never going to, no matter how much their promises. "We'll see if you is."

Arthur did notice somebody who wasn't amongst the O'driscoll gang leader. "Where's that Colm fella? Got rid of him already?"

He just weakly smiled at Arthur's statement of not trusting an O'driscoll.

When Colm was brought up, the atmosphere grew a lot... tenser. Kieran's friendly demeanor seemed to falter.

"He left of his own accord." Kieran stated bluntly, "Didn't like the way I ran things."

His eyes shifted away, a small scowl appearing on his face.

"Not like he could run it any better."

There was something beneath the surface of that statement. Loathing? A cold and calculated rage? It wasn't too easy to tell.

#[ in character. ]#the good old switcheroo! [ swap au. ]#mistermxrgan

This Kieran... he didn't look right. He was dressed in somewhat fancier clothing than Kieran would've ever wore or even afford.

He wore a white shirt with muted blue stripes travelling downwards and a black waistcoat; There seemed to be some horses stitched into it. He also wore black trousers and black finger-less gloves. Around his neck was a blue neckerchief. A black hat sat atop his head.

He looked at Arthur, raising an eyebrow.

"You need something?" SWAP!KIERAN [ @pistolshot ]

@pistolshot

Arthur had watched Kieran with some suspicion from a distance. He had seen them interact with Dutch, but not close enough to pay full attention to what had been said. Naturally his curiosity got the better of them. "What you talking about to Dutch huh?" he asked with a mixture of threat within his voice. Whilst no guns or violence had occurred, he was concerned what their motive was. He knew who the O'driscolls were, given past experience, so he knew to have his guard up.

"Just somethings about a train or two coming through soon." Kieran shrugged, "Just thought we could take one for each of us then we won't have to fight over a score."

He fiddled with the glove on his hand, pulling it up even though it was high as it could go.

Suspicions from Arthur did not ebb away whatsoever, the opposite rung true. He knew how the O'driscolls were not a trustworthy bunch, doing what only benefitted themselves at the expense of others. A frown formed on his lips. "What makes you think Dutch trusts you?" He huffed, being naturally defensive towards his own gang. "I ain't believing that you fellas wanna share."

"I don't believe he trusts me, I'd be some kind of idiot to think that..." He awkwardly chuckled, "But it ain't gonna hurt to try and be civil at the least. Got enough targets on our backs with those Pinkertons."

"I get that you don't trust easily, you have a hell of a lot of reasons not to. But I'm being sincere here. Ain't no trickery going on, you'd have my head off if i was tricking ya."

#[ in character. ]#the good old switcheroo! [ swap au. ]#mistermxrgan

This Kieran... he didn't look right. He was dressed in somewhat fancier clothing than Kieran would've ever wore or even afford.

He wore a white shirt with muted blue stripes travelling downwards and a black waistcoat; There seemed to be some horses stitched into it. He also wore black trousers and black finger-less gloves. Around his neck was a blue neckerchief. A black hat sat atop his head.

He looked at Arthur, raising an eyebrow.

"You need something?" SWAP!KIERAN [ @pistolshot ]

@pistolshot

Arthur had watched Kieran with some suspicion from a distance. He had seen them interact with Dutch, but not close enough to pay full attention to what had been said. Naturally his curiosity got the better of them. "What you talking about to Dutch huh?" he asked with a mixture of threat within his voice. Whilst no guns or violence had occurred, he was concerned what their motive was. He knew who the O'driscolls were, given past experience, so he knew to have his guard up.

"Just somethings about a train or two coming through soon." Kieran shrugged, "Just thought we could take one for each of us then we won't have to fight over a score."

He fiddled with the glove on his hand, pulling it up even though it was high as it could go.

#[ in character. ]#the good old switcheroo! [ swap au. ]#mistermxrgan #yep totally good!

anyone want a Swap!Kieran in their inbox?

#coyote barks [ ooc. ]

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SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

Please specify the muse for multimuse blogs.

#[ memes. ]#specify muse.

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-- @pistolshot liked for a starter .

beau's s green eyes glinted under the brim of his spotless white hat . he'd swept his golden curls just right today—and wore a grin like he’d been born with it stitched to his face .

across from him sat david .

" now what’s a man with shoulders like yours doin’ hidin’ 'em in plaid like that ? that's just plain criminal . " beau says .

"Huh?" David looked over and just blinked.

He was busy getting a drink when Beau spoke. In truth, he wasn't sure if he'd heard Beau right.

"Excuse me?"

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he leaned back in the ornately carved chair like it was a throne , one leg thrown casually over the other , fingers lightly curled around the stem of a wine glass he hadn’t even sipped from yet—mostly because the rim had a smudge and he refused to deal with that kind of filth . smug grin only deepened , pearly whites on full display beneath the mustache and soul patch combo .

" i said , " he cooed , " what’s a man with arms like yours doin’ drownin’ ‘em in plaid ? hide somethin’ sweet like that and it oughta be illegal . honest , it’s a cryin’ shame . downright heartbreakin' . "

he clicked his tongue , resting his elbows—delicately—on the dusty table , careful not to scuff the gloves .

" now , i now what you’re thinkin’ , ' who’s this glitzy fool with pretty curls and not a lick of dust on ‘im ? ' " he gave david a slow , pointed once-over , " name's gene beau finley . and yes , you have seen my face on a bounty poster . "

Red dusted his cheeks, he wasn't sure if this guy was trying to flirt with him or not. Nevertheless, apparently this guy seemed... important? Either that or it was a fraud situation, maybe something like Trelawny.

"Right..." He tilted his head, "I don't know, friend. Never really heard of you. At least, I don't think so."

He didn't really pay attention to wanted posters, unless they were his own.

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" you ain’t heard of me ? that’s just . . . plain cruel . like servin’ wine in a chipped glass ! i've paid good money to make sure every sorry saloon wall from saint denis to new austin got a poster of this face hangin’ up . you really ain’t seen it ? "

he sniffed indignantly , giving his curls a little fluff .

" what’s the point of a bounty if handsome young guns like yourself don’t even read the fine print ? " with a little titter , beau finally took a dainty sip from his wine—only to immediately scrunch his nose and pull a lace-trimmed handkerchief from his coat pocket .

"You paid for your face to hung up on every wall? No wonder I ain't heard of you."

He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Outlaws don't pay for their face to be everywhere, we earn it. Most would laugh at you paying for it."

#[ in character. ]#golden retriever cowboy [ david foster. ]#oldwcst

I want to ramble about my ocs so bad LOL

#coyote barks [ ooc. ]

DC, my robot OC, should be up here!

#coyote barks [ ooc. ]

Since there is a canonical robot in RDR2, would you all be cool with a possible robot oc? 'Cuz I have an idea I'm really interested in seeing if it'd be fun

#coyote barks [ ooc. ]

SADIE (@wildlcck): "Hey. I'm here. You need to stay here with me." / for mister foster !

He didn't want to leave, he really didn't. But he had to. He had to go home for... at least a little while.

His father wasn't a kind man, he never had been. He'd only put the gang in danger if he stayed.

He wasn't surprised his pa was outraged at him becoming an outlaw and he wasn't surprised he was trying to get him back under his control. Rounding him and his whole family up like cattle was a specialty of his.

"I'll be back. I'll make sure of it."

He couldn't tell how much hurt she could see was in his eyes but he assumed it was a lot. The gang was like his family, not that rotten old bastard.

"Just... keep yourself safe, alright? Don't worry about me, I'll be okay, I always have been."

#[ in character. ]#golden retriever cowboy [ david foster. ]#wildlcck

Now They're Back

For muses that vanished. Sometimes physically, sometimes metaphorical.

"I... I missed you."

"Why were you gone for so long?"

"What... what happened to you?"

"Where do you go, when this happens?"

"It's like you vanished. I was alone..."

"I'm so glad you're back."

"You don't know how empty it was without you."

"I felt totally alone."

"I wish you wouldn't disappear like that."

"I get scared when you're not here, you know?"

"Oh. You're back."

"When did you get back here?"

"You have to tell me when you're leaving, you can't just go!"

"I don't want you to vanish on me again."

"You aren't meant to just leave."

"We're meant to work on things together. I know you're stressed..."

"If you leave again, it's over."

"You have to stop checking out."

"I hate seeing you disappear like that..."

"You need to get help for this. Leaving... it isn't normal."

"You shouldn't be wanting to vanish all the time."

"I wish you would tell me when you're drifting away."

"I have to make sure you're okay. I can't do that if you're not here."

"Let me in. I can help. Please?"

"You're in there. I know you are."

"Let me - let me keep you grounded."

"I have to take your hand, and you have to focus on it."

"Don't leave me again. Don't - don't go."

"Hey. I'm here. You need to stay here with me."

"... will you come back?"

#[ memes. ]#specify muse.#but yall probably can guess who this reminded me of

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