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[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

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[schrodingerscockroach]

[He will take the pistolwhipping, NOT THE FIRST TIME THAT'S HAPPENED.]

[....the...bit of blood is not helping him.]

[But at least he's backing away with the guns.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow growls at him, frustration evident in his eyes-- but not really recognition. ]

You're not taking me down that easily!

[ And he's going to tackle him. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Yeah, he figured this would happen.]

[And he tackles! And gosh, Dusk going down so easily-]

[Except he actually moved back with the tackle to get his feet on Crow's stomach to kick him up and way off.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow makes a surprised "oof!" sound as the feet connect with his gut and he's sent away from Dusk. It's going to take him a minute to get back onto his feet. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Guns in the pockets, go go big overall pockets, and gonna follow after Crow and try and knock him out with a strike to the head/neck.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Hey buddy, let's have a rematch when I'm not wildly hallucinating.

But it catches Crow off-guard enough that he goes down like a bag of potatoes. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He's all for that.]

[But good. Yes.]

....okay. Okay, we good. [WILL DISARM HIM OF OTHER WEAPONS and then. Leave to his team, probably.]

[I need to go wipe off this blood because it does not help my hunger.]

[I'll just return weapons later.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Please, as if his other weapons would be outside of his inventory.

Good talk, though. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Inventory!!!!]

[Well, at least he's got the guns.]

[Sorry bro, he's dealing with a lot of people.]