Shit, you really know how to make a guy feel like he's at home.
[ arthur ducks into an alley, watching as a group of landens breaks into a house. the queen had asked them to "broker peace" - whatever the hell that meant. mostly, in arthur's experience, brokering peace with gangs meant doing so down a barrel of a gun. and he's starting to think maybe this is going to end up that way, too.
there's a lot of them and not a lot of him. (well, perhaps more appropriately: there's a lot of them, and he doesn't have a lot of guns.) so the next time he sees a stranger (that's you, probably), he grabs them and pulls them into the alley. then, quietly: ]
Hey, you, come here.
[ he nods over at the house - the commotion is hard to miss, with the sounds of screams and breaking glass. a few months ago he probably would have just moved on. a few months ago, he might have even joined in. but now...well, they should probably help right? that's the right thing to do. and, besides, the queen did ask for help. ]
warm front
Well, let's go then.
[ arthur isn't afraid of landen parts of town. at least it isn't the fucking bayou. no gators. no nightfolk. no ghosts. piece of cake. (it is probably not a piece of cake.) teamed up with his new partner, it's time to head out and see who they can help.
oh, and make small talk. everyone's favorite. ]
These warmin' spells are pretty useful. I can think of a few times it woulda come in handy.
[ not freezing in the grizzlies, for one. ]
poisoned gnature
[ this smells worse than the gang after days without bathing, but admittedly, this might be the best job of all. just arthur and some peace and quiet with some animals. and while the farmers are quick to get the livestock that's meant for eating, arthur goes to help the horses. can't round up your animals without horses. can't do anything without horses, really.
he's patient with them, working diligently to get them covered with the paste to protect them from the mosquito. ]
Now, I know it ain't fun, and it's matting your coat, girl, but you gotta relax and stay with me. Last thing you want is to get bit by some mosquito carrying the plague or whatever nonsense it's got. So just, easy does it.
arthur morgan | red dead redemption ii
Shit, you really know how to make a guy feel like he's at home.
[ arthur ducks into an alley, watching as a group of landens breaks into a house. the queen had asked them to "broker peace" - whatever the hell that meant. mostly, in arthur's experience, brokering peace with gangs meant doing so down a barrel of a gun. and he's starting to think maybe this is going to end up that way, too.
there's a lot of them and not a lot of him. (well, perhaps more appropriately: there's a lot of them, and he doesn't have a lot of guns.) so the next time he sees a stranger (that's you, probably), he grabs them and pulls them into the alley. then, quietly: ]
Hey, you, come here.
[ he nods over at the house - the commotion is hard to miss, with the sounds of screams and breaking glass. a few months ago he probably would have just moved on. a few months ago, he might have even joined in. but now...well, they should probably help right? that's the right thing to do. and, besides, the queen did ask for help. ]
warm front
Well, let's go then.
[ arthur isn't afraid of landen parts of town. at least it isn't the fucking bayou. no gators. no nightfolk. no ghosts. piece of cake. (it is probably not a piece of cake.) teamed up with his new partner, it's time to head out and see who they can help.
oh, and make small talk. everyone's favorite. ]
These warmin' spells are pretty useful. I can think of a few times it woulda come in handy.
[ not freezing in the grizzlies, for one. ]
poisoned gnature
[ this smells worse than the gang after days without bathing, but admittedly, this might be the best job of all. just arthur and some peace and quiet with some animals. and while the farmers are quick to get the livestock that's meant for eating, arthur goes to help the horses. can't round up your animals without horses. can't do anything without horses, really.
he's patient with them, working diligently to get them covered with the paste to protect them from the mosquito. ]
Now, I know it ain't fun, and it's matting your coat, girl, but you gotta relax and stay with me. Last thing you want is to get bit by some mosquito carrying the plague or whatever nonsense it's got. So just, easy does it.