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What does this mean exactly?

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Bald

...okay?

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//will not use anon for this..heh

->It was night,and it was dangerous to get out there. Leaves fell from the trees of the forest,owls hooted and wolves howled.

->A blood trail,unnatural. Following the blood trail there was an abandoned,bloody pink gun on the floor. The further the blood trail goes,the stranger things were,it was dead silent..very.. the blood trail stopped, looking up to see...

-> l o v e s h o t ?

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//Psst..btw this is what I'm referencing to.

LOVESHOT (tw contains blood,heavy breathing,injures)

Hey, please read the trigger, as that'll also be explored under the cut, along with minor emetophobia. Stay safe! Also, note that Sling will be in Grandma's Backyard for this ask / RP explicitly.

Sling's footsteps were gentle on the grass, boots not making too much noise within the night. He'd already gotten used to the darkness thankfully, and he was just wandering before he noticed something. Something too familiar.

The crimson color of blood, strewn across the ground in a eyesore-ish path. It seemed rather fresh, too. That and the gun, too...

For a moment he thought he just forgot that he fell asleep and that this was a dream, but he couldn't help but feel a nagging sense that it wasn't. With careful, avoidant strides, he followed this path.

The deathly silence killed Sling; if this was just a gruesome killing from someone like Pursuer, he'd surely throw up. That thing could rip through skin like a sheet of construction paper.

As he continued to walk, however, he quickly realized that this was one, not a dream, and two, EXTREMELY urgent.

"O-OH MY GOD."

The sheer amount of repulsion within Sling's voice was disgusting, and he had to fight a genuine urge to run off. Nothing was nearby. He could help, right?

He forced himself forward, kneeling by the injured person. Was this someone he'd interacted with? It was, wasn't it? He'd had a simple conversation with them. What the hell happened?

At least they weren't dead yet. They were breathing, they were alive. Not well, but alive.

"A-alright...uhm...just- just breathe. It'll be okay. I'll...oh god, how do I help...please, hang in there buddy."

His voice shook an uncanny amount as he looked over what happened to this poor person. It was a shock to him that they were alive. What in the ever living had attacked them to the point of leaving them in this state?

...was this what it was like when he himself was on the brink of death?

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Waves at you!!

Sling did as he needed to, proceeding to bandage the probably disinfected wounds the best he could yet again. As he finished, he laid Loveshot's head back onto the ground, placing the leftover bandages, most likely disinfectant filled bottle now blood stained cloths back into the little sack. He left it to the side for now.

"...th-that should do, you can open your eyes if you'd like. I'll just stay by until further notice. I don't want to leave someone who's in a state like this."

...probably because he basically made someone do that himself, for the other person's safety.

He doesn't want anyone to feel the way he did. The way they did.

//will not use anon for this..heh

->It was night,and it was dangerous to get out there. Leaves fell from the trees of the forest,owls hooted and wolves howled.

->A blood trail,unnatural. Following the blood trail there was an abandoned,bloody pink gun on the floor. The further the blood trail goes,the stranger things were,it was dead silent..very.. the blood trail stopped, looking up to see...

-> l o v e s h o t ?

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//Psst..btw this is what I'm referencing to.

LOVESHOT (tw contains blood,heavy breathing,injures)

Hey, please read the trigger, as that'll also be explored under the cut, along with minor emetophobia. Stay safe! Also, note that Sling will be in Grandma's Backyard for this ask / RP explicitly.

Sling's footsteps were gentle on the grass, boots not making too much noise within the night. He'd already gotten used to the darkness thankfully, and he was just wandering before he noticed something. Something too familiar.

The crimson color of blood, strewn across the ground in a eyesore-ish path. It seemed rather fresh, too. That and the gun, too...

For a moment he thought he just forgot that he fell asleep and that this was a dream, but he couldn't help but feel a nagging sense that it wasn't. With careful, avoidant strides, he followed this path.

The deathly silence killed Sling; if this was just a gruesome killing from someone like Pursuer, he'd surely throw up. That thing could rip through skin like a sheet of construction paper.

As he continued to walk, however, he quickly realized that this was one, not a dream, and two, EXTREMELY urgent.

"O-OH MY GOD."

The sheer amount of repulsion within Sling's voice was disgusting, and he had to fight a genuine urge to run off. Nothing was nearby. He could help, right?

He forced himself forward, kneeling by the injured person. Was this someone he'd interacted with? It was, wasn't it? He'd had a simple conversation with them. What the hell happened?

At least they weren't dead yet. They were breathing, they were alive. Not well, but alive.

"A-alright...uhm...just- just breathe. It'll be okay. I'll...oh god, how do I help...please, hang in there buddy."

His voice shook an uncanny amount as he looked over what happened to this poor person. It was a shock to him that they were alive. What in the ever living had attacked them to the point of leaving them in this state?

...was this what it was like when he himself was on the brink of death?

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I feel it too, dw... I am NOT excited for my school to start

He watched for a moment, quickly realizing that he couldn't quite do so without assistance. In response, he carefully pulled him up, attempting to bandage his chest the best he could with one hand.

It wasn't necessarily the best job or strategy in the world, but it worked. Just sucked that the bandages absorbed so much so quickly. Turned red within mere seconds.

After that, it was time to repeat the process again, just on Loveshot's face and stuff. He grabbed the other cloth (since he didn't want to use the now blood-soaked one), put some disinfectant onto it like previously and tried his best, but not before speaking, voice steadier.

"...close your eyes real quick, okay? I don't want to make you more uncomfortable than you already probably are."

//will not use anon for this..heh

->It was night,and it was dangerous to get out there. Leaves fell from the trees of the forest,owls hooted and wolves howled.

->A blood trail,unnatural. Following the blood trail there was an abandoned,bloody pink gun on the floor. The further the blood trail goes,the stranger things were,it was dead silent..very.. the blood trail stopped, looking up to see...

-> l o v e s h o t ?

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//Psst..btw this is what I'm referencing to.

LOVESHOT (tw contains blood,heavy breathing,injures)

Hey, please read the trigger, as that'll also be explored under the cut, along with minor emetophobia. Stay safe! Also, note that Sling will be in Grandma's Backyard for this ask / RP explicitly.

Sling's footsteps were gentle on the grass, boots not making too much noise within the night. He'd already gotten used to the darkness thankfully, and he was just wandering before he noticed something. Something too familiar.

The crimson color of blood, strewn across the ground in a eyesore-ish path. It seemed rather fresh, too. That and the gun, too...

For a moment he thought he just forgot that he fell asleep and that this was a dream, but he couldn't help but feel a nagging sense that it wasn't. With careful, avoidant strides, he followed this path.

The deathly silence killed Sling; if this was just a gruesome killing from someone like Pursuer, he'd surely throw up. That thing could rip through skin like a sheet of construction paper.

As he continued to walk, however, he quickly realized that this was one, not a dream, and two, EXTREMELY urgent.

"O-OH MY GOD."

The sheer amount of repulsion within Sling's voice was disgusting, and he had to fight a genuine urge to run off. Nothing was nearby. He could help, right?

He forced himself forward, kneeling by the injured person. Was this someone he'd interacted with? It was, wasn't it? He'd had a simple conversation with them. What the hell happened?

At least they weren't dead yet. They were breathing, they were alive. Not well, but alive.

"A-alright...uhm...just- just breathe. It'll be okay. I'll...oh god, how do I help...please, hang in there buddy."

His voice shook an uncanny amount as he looked over what happened to this poor person. It was a shock to him that they were alive. What in the ever living had attacked them to the point of leaving them in this state?

...was this what it was like when he himself was on the brink of death?

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All good, no worries there lol! Also idk what that typing style looks like sooo... uh. Yeah :shrug:-

"Yeah. Th-that's me. I'm here for ya."

As Loveshot reached his hand out, he went to grab it with a free hand, still trying to disinfect the deep wounds on his torso. Eventually he gave up and just said "good enough, now to get the bandages so that this person doesn't fuckin die".

Grabbing said bandages, he set them next to himself, now trying to gently lift Loveshot to sit up a little without causing harm.

"I-If you don't mind sittin' up for a second here...or, well, a-at least liftin' your head or body a lil so I can sit you up for just a sec."

//will not use anon for this..heh

->It was night,and it was dangerous to get out there. Leaves fell from the trees of the forest,owls hooted and wolves howled.

->A blood trail,unnatural. Following the blood trail there was an abandoned,bloody pink gun on the floor. The further the blood trail goes,the stranger things were,it was dead silent..very.. the blood trail stopped, looking up to see...

-> l o v e s h o t ?

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//Psst..btw this is what I'm referencing to.

LOVESHOT (tw contains blood,heavy breathing,injures)

Hey, please read the trigger, as that'll also be explored under the cut, along with minor emetophobia. Stay safe! Also, note that Sling will be in Grandma's Backyard for this ask / RP explicitly.

Sling's footsteps were gentle on the grass, boots not making too much noise within the night. He'd already gotten used to the darkness thankfully, and he was just wandering before he noticed something. Something too familiar.

The crimson color of blood, strewn across the ground in a eyesore-ish path. It seemed rather fresh, too. That and the gun, too...

For a moment he thought he just forgot that he fell asleep and that this was a dream, but he couldn't help but feel a nagging sense that it wasn't. With careful, avoidant strides, he followed this path.

The deathly silence killed Sling; if this was just a gruesome killing from someone like Pursuer, he'd surely throw up. That thing could rip through skin like a sheet of construction paper.

As he continued to walk, however, he quickly realized that this was one, not a dream, and two, EXTREMELY urgent.

"O-OH MY GOD."

The sheer amount of repulsion within Sling's voice was disgusting, and he had to fight a genuine urge to run off. Nothing was nearby. He could help, right?

He forced himself forward, kneeling by the injured person. Was this someone he'd interacted with? It was, wasn't it? He'd had a simple conversation with them. What the hell happened?

At least they weren't dead yet. They were breathing, they were alive. Not well, but alive.

"A-alright...uhm...just- just breathe. It'll be okay. I'll...oh god, how do I help...please, hang in there buddy."

His voice shook an uncanny amount as he looked over what happened to this poor person. It was a shock to him that they were alive. What in the ever living had attacked them to the point of leaving them in this state?

...was this what it was like when he himself was on the brink of death?

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That hat.

He recognized that hat.

That voice, too.

Oh lord no.

Don't worry, I'm actually pretty tolerable to this type of stuff. No scare, just mild disturbance was all. Same blood TW!

This was...what was it, Loveshot? Yeah, Loveshot. This poor soul...

"Yeah. I-It's me, Sling. Gunslinger. Listen, y-you're gonna be okay. Not gonna let-cha die here." He'd mutter, gently trying to keep him on his back. "B-breathe slowly. Deep breaths. It'll be okay, I-I've gotcha."

He tried to comprehend the sight in front of him, going from kneeling to fully on his knees. He didn't care about the blood anymore. All he wanted was to make sure that Loveshot would live.

He tried to think quickly; time was limited, after all...

He then remembered that sack.

Yes, the sack Artful gave him. Supposedly had supplies in it. He'd managed to attach it to his belt with the drawstrings since he didn't want to carry it.

He hurriedly went to go open it, a bit confused when all he found was a bottle with a green plus on it and two cloth rags. Looking a bit deeper though, there WAS gauze and some actual bandages.

Perhaps the bottle was a disinfectant? He didn't know. He never even looked at a caretaker's equipment.

"What the hell do I even..." He murmured in confusion, swiftly just getting back on track. He may not know what he was doing, but trying was better than leaving him to die.

Opening up this bottle, he confirmed to himself that this was likely disinfectant. He didn't know what the hell else it could be, so...

He poured a bit on one of the rags, going to apologize beforehand. "I-If this hurts, I'm really sorry." He spoke in a louder voice, attempting to clean off the wounds on Loveshot's torso. They had a higher priority in Sling's eyes.

//will not use anon for this..heh

->It was night,and it was dangerous to get out there. Leaves fell from the trees of the forest,owls hooted and wolves howled.

->A blood trail,unnatural. Following the blood trail there was an abandoned,bloody pink gun on the floor. The further the blood trail goes,the stranger things were,it was dead silent..very.. the blood trail stopped, looking up to see...

-> l o v e s h o t ?

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//Psst..btw this is what I'm referencing to.

LOVESHOT (tw contains blood,heavy breathing,injures)

Hey, please read the trigger, as that'll also be explored under the cut, along with minor emetophobia. Stay safe! Also, note that Sling will be in Grandma's Backyard for this ask / RP explicitly.

Sling's footsteps were gentle on the grass, boots not making too much noise within the night. He'd already gotten used to the darkness thankfully, and he was just wandering before he noticed something. Something too familiar.

The crimson color of blood, strewn across the ground in a eyesore-ish path. It seemed rather fresh, too. That and the gun, too...

For a moment he thought he just forgot that he fell asleep and that this was a dream, but he couldn't help but feel a nagging sense that it wasn't. With careful, avoidant strides, he followed this path.

The deathly silence killed Sling; if this was just a gruesome killing from someone like Pursuer, he'd surely throw up. That thing could rip through skin like a sheet of construction paper.

As he continued to walk, however, he quickly realized that this was one, not a dream, and two, EXTREMELY urgent.

"O-OH MY GOD."

The sheer amount of repulsion within Sling's voice was disgusting, and he had to fight a genuine urge to run off. Nothing was nearby. He could help, right?

He forced himself forward, kneeling by the injured person. Was this someone he'd interacted with? It was, wasn't it? He'd had a simple conversation with them. What the hell happened?

At least they weren't dead yet. They were breathing, they were alive. Not well, but alive.

"A-alright...uhm...just- just breathe. It'll be okay. I'll...oh god, how do I help...please, hang in there buddy."

His voice shook an uncanny amount as he looked over what happened to this poor person. It was a shock to him that they were alive. What in the ever living had attacked them to the point of leaving them in this state?

...was this what it was like when he himself was on the brink of death?

[shoot-to-hit]

Sling watched as it walked off, turning the other way after it was out of sight.

...what a short interaction.

hey .ghe u y Hey trh e re:)Hey g ue ss what

-- @pursue-r

WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT.

Congrats; you're now at gunpoint!

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The rock lands like...right next to Sling. He just stares in confusion, taking a small step back, no fear on his face. Just a puzzled look.

"...congratulations. You missed."

hey .ghe u y Hey trh e re:)Hey g ue ss what

-- @pursue-r

WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT.

Congrats; you're now at gunpoint!

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//will not use anon for this..heh

->It was night,and it was dangerous to get out there. Leaves fell from the trees of the forest,owls hooted and wolves howled.

->A blood trail,unnatural. Following the blood trail there was an abandoned,bloody pink gun on the floor. The further the blood trail goes,the stranger things were,it was dead silent..very.. the blood trail stopped, looking up to see...

-> l o v e s h o t ?

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//Psst..btw this is what I'm referencing to.

LOVESHOT (tw contains blood,heavy breathing,injures)

Hey, please read the trigger, as that'll also be explored under the cut, along with minor emetophobia. Stay safe! Also, note that Sling will be in Grandma's Backyard for this ask / RP explicitly.

Sling's footsteps were gentle on the grass, boots not making too much noise within the night. He'd already gotten used to the darkness thankfully, and he was just wandering before he noticed something. Something too familiar.

The crimson color of blood, strewn across the ground in a eyesore-ish path. It seemed rather fresh, too. That and the gun, too...

For a moment he thought he just forgot that he fell asleep and that this was a dream, but he couldn't help but feel a nagging sense that it wasn't. With careful, avoidant strides, he followed this path.

The deathly silence killed Sling; if this was just a gruesome killing from someone like Pursuer, he'd surely throw up. That thing could rip through skin like a sheet of construction paper.

As he continued to walk, however, he quickly realized that this was one, not a dream, and two, EXTREMELY urgent.

"O-OH MY GOD."

The sheer amount of repulsion within Sling's voice was disgusting, and he had to fight a genuine urge to run off. Nothing was nearby. He could help, right?

He forced himself forward, kneeling by the injured person. Was this someone he'd interacted with? It was, wasn't it? He'd had a simple conversation with them. What the hell happened?

At least they weren't dead yet. They were breathing, they were alive. Not well, but alive.

"A-alright...uhm...just- just breathe. It'll be okay. I'll...oh god, how do I help...please, hang in there buddy."

His voice shook an uncanny amount as he looked over what happened to this poor person. It was a shock to him that they were alive. What in the ever living had attacked them to the point of leaving them in this state?

...was this what it was like when he himself was on the brink of death?

[shoot-to-hit]

hey .ghe u y Hey trh e re:)Hey g ue ss what

-- @pursue-r

WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT.

Congrats; you're now at gunpoint!

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To the mod,may I casually throw a brick of loveshot being pursued brutally at you because angst is fun and I'm an asshole /j

Pretty please

Oh yeah, go ahead!! I also love angst.

I love putting this idiot in Scenarios.

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Hey cowboy man! Can you give us a ye haw?

Yeehaw, buddy. Yeehaw.

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(OOOOOO A FRENCH MAN APPEARS OOOOOOO)

Some rustling could be heard in the bushes (I’m assuming your near bushes) nearby and a twig could be heard snapping, the faintest mutter of “𝐨𝐡 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧-“ can be heard, is someone..in those bushes..? Have they been watching him?

@themostmagnifiquemagician

Sling perked up as he heard that noise, that voice. Not again, goddamnit, I literally just got done with that stone thing, he thought.

It's that damn magician. Again, at that; he's suffered through an interaction before. Multiple, actually.

Quick TW for under the cut: There's some decently vulgar description of death under there. Look only if you'd like!

God, that image of what used to be a friend filled his mind again. The blood soaked onto the wall and floor, their now forever stunned, lifeless eyes staring back at him before being dropped to the floor. Their little nurse hat off of their head, now upsidedown nearby... eugh. Disgusting

He hated this guy. Despised him, even. He hated what he did, his motives, the way he did it, everything. At least he didn't waste any ammo on Harken.

He carefully yet swiftly kneeled, pressing himself against the sandstone wall the most he could in hopes that he couldn't be seen. Slowly, he pulls out his revolver, not yet locked but most definitely loaded.

Time to play the waiting game. See if he gets closer.

He knows what to do if he's approached too fast.

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Wouldn't it make more sense for Harken to miss the quiet

I dare you to go ask her that. Good luck getting attacked.

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Sling's gaze softened just a little (though not by much) as he just listened, watching Artful's every move.

"You act like everyone's seen your shows. I damn well haven't. Didn't even really know who you were before you decided to just murder people. Plus, there were so many more gunslingers back then. You mistake me for one of them." He'd remark, voice less aggressive but still so. "And, I have shot you. Several times, if I recall correctly. You made it out fine. You'll make it out fine again."

He took his revolver off of Artful's forehead, though swiftly proceeded to pistolwhip the shit outta him instead. Grabbing the little sack he'd previously kicked back, he at first hurried off with rushed footsteps, but slowed down to walking pace. He doubted that he'd chase after him. Not with his attitude.

He made his way over to the very stairs Artful tread down to him, heading up. Maybe he should actually go to HQ now that he's up and about...

(OOOOOO A FRENCH MAN APPEARS OOOOOOO)

Some rustling could be heard in the bushes (I’m assuming your near bushes) nearby and a twig could be heard snapping, the faintest mutter of “𝐨𝐡 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧-“ can be heard, is someone..in those bushes..? Have they been watching him?

@themostmagnifiquemagician

Sling perked up as he heard that noise, that voice. Not again, goddamnit, I literally just got done with that stone thing, he thought.

It's that damn magician. Again, at that; he's suffered through an interaction before. Multiple, actually.

Quick TW for under the cut: There's some decently vulgar description of death under there. Look only if you'd like!

God, that image of what used to be a friend filled his mind again. The blood soaked onto the wall and floor, their now forever stunned, lifeless eyes staring back at him before being dropped to the floor. Their little nurse hat off of their head, now upsidedown nearby... eugh. Disgusting

He hated this guy. Despised him, even. He hated what he did, his motives, the way he did it, everything. At least he didn't waste any ammo on Harken.

He carefully yet swiftly kneeled, pressing himself against the sandstone wall the most he could in hopes that he couldn't be seen. Slowly, he pulls out his revolver, not yet locked but most definitely loaded.

Time to play the waiting game. See if he gets closer.

He knows what to do if he's approached too fast.

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You look like you Miss The Quiet

...I can't deny it, yeah. It can get too loud, honestly.