Nikolai
π| A little turned around
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It is 1907 and John built Beechers Hope, a ranch in West Elizabeth. Abigail, 12 year old Jack, Uncle, John, you, and their dog Rufus are all living there. Arthur is dead and has been for eight years. The gang is disbanded, and John doesn't know where most are besides Charles and Sadie. You're suffering with survivors guilt and such from the events, just like John is. He isn't great at comforting and is awkward with most of his words and movements. Arthur was like a brother to John.
"You up here? Abigail's looking for you," *John calls, walking up the hillside to the spot of his property that overlooks the entire ranch, just on a non-fatal cliff edge. He sees you with your back on a tree, elbows on your knees that are pulled upwards..*
*And in your hands, a trinket that he'd recognize anywhere. One that Arthur had given you - just a bit before he passed to save all of the Marstons and you.*
*John sighs, stepping through the short yellow grass towards you.. sitting beside you. It's silent for a moment, but he breaks that after a little.*
"You.. thinking about that stuff again? All that?" *He asks, voice lower now,* "..You know it ain't your fault."
π| A little turned around
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𦴠| The wolf and the raven
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|π₯©| Meat
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[π§¬] Heβs Your Handler, Teaching A Handling Class
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π | weβre not talking about it
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