[ boothill is totally unbothered by the leeches once he wades out into the stream. they won't get past his metal with their puny leech mouths. he'll keep them off of his face just because he doesn't want teethmarks on it.
once he's got his box secured, he takes stock of people who have already gotten their box open. blood? he's not doing that.
he tries beating the box. kicking it. he would shoot if he had any bullets. this box is somehow indestructible.
there are teethmarks already on the box. this is the only rationale i can come up with for why he decides to lean down, hesitate, and give it a lick.
[ Guess who has been watching this go down from a safe distance of like some feet away. He'd been picking leeches off his own box up until Boothill appeared, and then he had settled in to watch the show. Too bad the so-called show takes a drastic turn, and Aventurine's expression twists into disgust when the tongue comes out.
It was funny at first, but now he's not so sure. ]
[ Takes a closer look at Boothill, at first to see if he can recognize the other man, but then because he suddenly gets quiet? Aventurine looks around like WHAT? ]
The Galaxy Rangers ain't the ones with hankerin' for displacin' people. Count yourself lucky that we're around a buncha' strangers, else you'd be under my boot right quick.
'Fraid it's a lil' late to be makin' demands like that. See, you were made my enemy the second you sold your skin off to those forkin' money-grubbin' muddle-fudgers what call themselves agents 'a Qlipoth.
Don't act like you know anything about what I've done. [ There's a warning to his tone, and he picks up his box of stuff!! ] Suit yourself, then. Let's see how long your hostilities can carry you.
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once he's got his box secured, he takes stock of people who have already gotten their box open. blood? he's not doing that.
he tries beating the box. kicking it. he would shoot if he had any bullets. this box is somehow indestructible.
there are teethmarks already on the box. this is the only rationale i can come up with for why he decides to lean down, hesitate, and give it a lick.
DISGUSTING!!!! ]
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It was funny at first, but now he's not so sure. ]
... What are you doing?
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he swivels his head to look at aventurine. he's not even paying attention to the fact that his box unlocks right in his hands.
menacingly: ] You-!
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he swallows. then he goes completely silent, looking at the ground in horror.
completely monotone: ]
...Well, that ain't good.
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[ Takes a closer look at Boothill, at first to see if he can recognize the other man, but then because he suddenly gets quiet? Aventurine looks around like WHAT? ]
What happened?
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[ HE JUST. WON'T THINK ABOUT IT. AND MAYBE IT WILL GO AWAY? no it won't.
ignores it and glares back at aventurine. he lays his box beside him and he pushes himself to his feet. ]
What the fork are you doin' here, ya' IPC lapdog?
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But oh, he's seeing it now. Hard to tell without the cowboy getup, but he recognizes that face. ]
Funny. I could be asking you that very same question, Galaxy Ranger.
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Now. Where the fudge are we?
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You think I'm behind this?
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[ boothill gives him a once-over.
... ]
Although... can't say I understand why you'd wanna play dress-up.
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[ It's so ugly and plain... ]
I'm in the same position as everyone else here.
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[ Well, Aventurine once was too. ]
I don't need you to believe me, but it would be in your best interest to do so.
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That is true! Wanted by the IPC, anyway. Ain't much of a bad thing if y'ask me. And why's that?
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[ Says this with full confidence. ]
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Yeah? That 'yer "luck" comin' in clutch?
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[ he starts taking slow steps, just pacing while he talks. ]
You, though? I'd say lot of 'em know you from sheer notoriety. You are quite the daredevil, Aventurine of Stratagems. We got that in common.
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Then you should know the lengths I'll go to secure my victories. Don't make an enemy out of me here, and I'll extend that same courtesy to you.
killing me that boothill is being homicidal when they're about to be ROOMMATES
'Fraid it's a lil' late to be makin' demands like that. See, you were made my enemy the second you sold your skin off to those forkin' money-grubbin' muddle-fudgers what call themselves agents 'a Qlipoth.
[ spits to the side. ]
he needs a xanax
Don't act like you know anything about what I've done. [ There's a warning to his tone, and he picks up his box of stuff!! ] Suit yourself, then. Let's see how long your hostilities can carry you.
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[ he sets his boot on a box near the shore and reels it in towards him. ]
You best stay outta my way.
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Until they meet at the barn. ]