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Cole Black-Thorn

A half-breed Apache with a long slow fuse and gold in his eyes.

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a character in “Devils, Demons, Gold and a 6-Gun”, as played by BrazenWolfsbane

Description

Physical Traits

Name: Cole Black-Thorn

Alias: Half-Breed, Apache and Caucasian

Lineage: Half Apache

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Body Type: Tall and Muscular

Distinguishing marks: A hawk wing tattooed on his left pectoral

Appearance: 6’7” dark tanned skin, indian features, Hair cut in the Mohawk style, three feathers, one black, one white, one half and half are braided into his pitch black hair. His eyes are a deep chocolate brown.

Clothing style: He wears buckskin trousers tucked into hide boots, he doesn’t wear a shirt, instead opting for a red patterned poncho banket hanging over his frame. He has a blue bandanna tied around his neck, he also sports a series of bracelets and rings up his arms. Tied to his waist he has a buckskin pouch.



Psychological Traits

Attitude: Cheery, good natured, proud, slow to temper

Handicaps: his heritage prevents him from being able to frequent certain establishments, bigotry etc… and he’s got a bullet in his left leg that occasionally twinges and locks up his leg

Addictions: recovering alcoholic, smokes

Characteristics: He is extremely proud of his heritage, flaunts it with his clothing and his beliefs, refuses Christianity, prefers his native American halfs beliefs. He is slow to temper, but when gotten there he takes a LONG time to cool off. He’s been used to bigotry all his life, so it doesn’t tend to bother him, though that doesn’t mean it never does.

Biography: He was born Thomas Cole Smith jr. to Thomas Smith senior, and Ekta White-Feather. He grew up in a Christian household with an alcoholic father. He was a soldier in the Civil war before he’d met Ekta, and took her from her tribe as a wife. Ekta took it meekly, in her own way. But she was the main force in his raising. She secretly raised him in her native beliefs and ways, teaching him how to track and survive in the wilderness. She cared for and nurtured him during his fathers outbursts.

At the age of 17 his father had a particularly bad outburst, pushing his mother down the stairs, killing her. Thomas watches it happen, he watched his mother fall, saw her neck snap on the landing. He watched his father stumble down after her in shock, realizing what he’d done. He watched as his father cradled his mothers lifeless body in his arms. He watched as his father put his Army service .45 six-gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

After that he left home, taking from his mothers room anything that was connected to her native roots, and from his father, a Winchester rifle, a hunting knife, a tomahawk, and the pistol that killed him. For the years following it he roamed the west, taking odd jobs here and there, tracking, hunting, and translating. During these years he became an alcoholic, it nearly killed him. That is, until he had his spirit vision. His vision showed him drowning in a brown river, with the bodies of his mother and father dragging him under. A large hawk swooped down, plucking him from the river like a fish. Depositing him in its nest of black thorns, it disappeared. Most would call this a fever dream born from an alcoholic stupor and catatonic state he induced in himself after a bender. But after that he kicked booze and took the name Cole Black-Thorn.

From that day he began to take a brighter outlook on life, and on his skills and heritage. He became a crack shot with the Winchester, preferring to not use the pistol that killed his father unless he absolutely has to. Taking instantly to the tomahawk he trained relentlessly with that and the knife, winning several competitions and fights with the tomahawk alone. Like any man, he was always up for making a little extra money. And the notion of Spanish gold being guarded by an old Myan curse interested him greatly. Since that day he’d been hunting the gold. Many a time coming close but never quite making it.



Combat Information

Weapons: Colt .45 Army service six shooter, Winchester Rifle, Steel bladed tomahawk, and a bowie hunting knife

Anything else: When possible, he uses his tomahawk, but he is a crack shot with the rifle, because of the guns history he tends to avoid using the .45, but cant bring himself to get rid of it, despite it being a little out-dated, he fights with the true ferocity of an apache warrior, war-cry and facepaint and everything, doing all he can to intimidate his enemy



Health and Vitality (35 points total)

Health: 10

Stamina: 6

Memory: 6

Senses: 8

Stability: 5


Combat Stats

Gunplay: (1-10 total)
---Rifles: 7
---Short arms: 3

Hand Fighting: (1-10 total)
---unarmed: 1
---Armed: 9

So begins...

Cole Black-Thorn's Story

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Robyn and the boys listened to Cole's plan, and it made perfect sense. She committed his plan to memory,and tried to imagine the places he pointed in person rather than on a map. She was terrible with maps, honestly, but had a decent sense of direction.

"I'll lose pursuers in the forest, double back and meet you..." Cole was saying, looking at the map. "Here," He told her and she followed his finger, noting the point. "theres an old abandoned trappers hut by a stream here. There's a cellar under the floor that's hidden under a pile of crates in the corner of the building. Hide there and I'll signal its me by a," He said and she looked up at him. "a hawks screech." He said and she turned up her nose for a moment. That wasn't what she thought he'd say.

"that sound acceptable?" He asked, looking at her. She reviewed his plan in her head a moment. "Yes, but one thing." She said and sauntered over to him, both Jack and Casey rolled their eyes but good naturedly. She grabbed Cole's chin. "Not a hawk's screech." She said, and let him go. She knew he'd know which call she'd want and honestly she was surprised he didn't say so him. He'd be calling her after all.

She turned to Casey. "Go on ahead, keep your head down, as much as you can, on the ride there and like I said, make nice." She told him and knowing she was the expert conman or woman in her case, her advice was sound. "Hunch your shoulders." She said after giving him a once over. "It'll make you look less like a threat and more like a boiler man, find the one that's intimidated by you, he'll be the one to speak to you first and befriend him immediately, all the rest will follow suit." She instructed and he nodded. "We'll keep it quiet for the night but you'll have to leave first light to make the train to San Francisco." She said, and rose her hand to her bottom lip again. "We'll go over more in the morning" She said and nodded. This was probably he largest heist that she's ever been a part of. Even Blackjack didn't want to rob a train. He was much too big anyway.

"Alright, We're done here." She told him and Jack stretched. "You think we can go back into town, I have someone I want to see." He said and Robyn frowned. "No, not yet." She said and looked to Casey to confirm. He agreed. "The heat is still too high for where you wanna go." He said and Jack almost pouted like a child. "Well what do we do for two weeks then?" He asked and Robyn didn't know nor cared, although she was half tempted to evoke those spirits again. She'd be stronger then time. She wanted to face it. She wanted to see herself kill him. "How about you go hunting with him," She said with a nod toward Cole. "If we need to go into town for anything, I'll go, I can blend better then you." She said and she saw Casey visibly flinch. "You have a better idea?" He was quiet. "Thought so, but we shouldn't since they'll be hunting." She said pointedly and Jack rubbed the back of his neck in defeat/

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"Yes, but one thing." She sauntered over to him. He knew exactly what she was going to say. "Not a hawk's screech." There it was, he smiled wolfishly and whistled the robins call. When she turned away from him he winked at Jack, bringing to Jacks mind their earlier conversation.

Cole wandered back to his bunk as Robyn was giving Casey his instructions. He was already planning exactly how he'd pull off everything he was planning on doing. He would need to get his hands on a wagon and some prospectors tools. The bits of clothes he could scavenge from the cave, as well as the extra weapons. He could also make arrows and such to complete the ruse. He also would need rope to bring the line down. He continued to make a list of everything he'd need.

"How about you go hunting with him," Cole looked up as she nodded towards him. He replayed his subconscious memory of the conversation and realized she was telling Jack to go hunting with him, as he couldn't go back into the town. Presumably to see the pretty Max.

Cole stood and crept up behind Jack clapping him on the back and making him almost jump out of his skin. "Come on then, better listen to her, lets go." He gathered his hunting supplies and started to head for the river, Jack in tow.

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Robyn wasn't easily frightened. Not anymore but even still, working up the nerve to go back to the spirits took a little more than a week. She'd gone back and forth in her mind. She wanted to see it again, she wanted to be stronger, it was the past, she knew it was, the ink was dry there was nothing that could hurt her now. That was what her rational thought told her but she knew whatever happened during Cole's little ritual, made rational thought near impossible to reach. She was damn near hysterical before and she did not want Cole to see her like that again. She didn't like appearing weak.

Night had fallen, Jack and Cole had long since returned from their hunting trip. It was amusing to see Jack covered in filth, the dandy that he was, he was never dirty, and he looked wildly uncomfortable with it. However he did learn a few things he hadn't before, and while he was a great shot, never shot a bow and arrow, and he knew how now. They had plenty of food to hold them over for the next week.

Cole again was out in the forest, still partial to being out of the cave in his waking hour, while Jack was sleeping, his hat covering his eyes, curled up by the fire.

Robyn took a swig of the last of her rum before pulling herself to her feet and making her way to Cole.

"Cole?" She called, and waited for the robin's call to alert her where he was, and followed the sound.

She walked up to him and pursed her lips a moment, her nerves working up again. "I want to do it again." She said, and while because she was who she was, that could have meant a number of things, but the look on her face, the touch of nervousness in her eyes, the way her fingers clenched and unclenched, it would be too obvious for him to know what it was she wanted to do a second time. "I need to."

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Cole had taught Jack how to hunt in the native ways. Not only because it was the way he knew best, but because it was hilarious. Cole couldn't put a price on the hours of enjoyment he'd gotten out of making Jack cover himself in mud and sneak through the brush.

A week into the wait Cole had just finished hunting with Jack for the night. Jack, as per usual, had cleaned up as quickly as he could, then gone off to fall asleep for the rest of the night. Cole on the other hand was staying in his usual place by the river, taking his time to wash up and rest. When he heard Robyns call he was hanging upside down from a tree. His neck had never really fully gone back into alignment. It wasn't a hindrance, more of an annoyance, and he believed what he needed was a massage to push it back into place. But he wasn't about to ask for one from anyone in their little band.

"I want to do it again." He came really close to making a smart-ass comment before he opened his eyes and noticed the look on her face. All comments dried up, as he noticed everything else, the clenched fists, but more importantly the tint to her eyes. "I need to."

He took a deep breath and looked her in the eye, upside down, but in the eye nonetheless. His gaze was cool and steady, a hint of questioning and support behind the brown orbs. "Are you sure about this? I cannot control what your spirits show you, I can only do what I can to guide you." His voice was low, almost a whisper, retaining the soothing quality that was distinctly Cole.

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Cole took a breath before responding, giving her time to wonder why he decided he was a bat and hung upside down from a tree. The sudden curiousness behind his eyes stopped her from inquiring. "Are you sure about this? I cannot control what your spirits show you, I can only do what I can to guide you." He said, softly, in that way of his that made her feel...odd.

She swallowed. "I--" She stopped, wanting to turn tail and run. She knew what they'd show her...or did she? She wanted to say she was sure, but she wasn't. She wasn't sure about any of it. She hated magic, any form of it, but for some odd reason she wanted to know more all at the same time. She remembered the bokors in her native land, the things they would do, sacrificing chickens and throwing things into fires to get their desired results. She wanted to be able to use that to her favor, but it never worked, and the last time she prayed for something, Oh, it worked, it worked too well.

But she won. She beat it, she beat him, she wanted to see that, she wanted to see it again, in bright and full color. Her chest was tight with indecision. She was terrified, but then again, she had been that day too.

She looked up at him. "You're a smart man, it's not something I admit to often, and observant." She said, and gave a single shoulder shrug. "I know you've felt them, my--shall we say, secrets itched on my back" She said, his skillful hands were all over her body. "And I remember--" She paused shifting uncomfortably at the memory. "I remember what I said the last time, you'd have to be daft not to put two and two together." She said, folding her arms over her chest before taking a breath. "I only saw what he did...well, I didn't look, but I saw everything that led up to that, and heard what came after...I never saw what I did...what came next, that's what I want to see..." She said, and even though she wasn't saying anything straight out, this was still more than she'd ever spoken about it. It was that moment, she realized something. He never asked, surely he was curious, but he never spoke a word to her about it. Casey would have had a million and one questions for her, but out of curiosity and concern. She knew Cole had been concerned that day, but still he never spoke a word. Didn't even look like he wanted to. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. A part of her wanted to talk about it just as much as she didn't want to. She didn't trust anybody...right?

She narrowed her eyes, and a small frown stitched her brow "Why haven't you asked me....You could have...well, at the moment, you could have, why didn't you, weren't you curious?"

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He smiled softly, more to himself than to her. He scrunched up in the tree slightly and pushed off of the branch he was hanging from, twisting in midair and coming to land behind her soundlessly, facing away from her. "I was curious, yet I knew not to say anything. You cant force a robin to sing. You try and all you will end up with is a pretty little bird that wont make a sound and who turns away from everything. All you can do is wait for the robins song to come out on its own."

He turned to face her, the questions that flooded his mind after the incident coming back in stark vivid detail. 'Oh litu dloo, what did you endure. What did the little bird have to fly through to escape the cage. Who clipped your wings.' Those words resounded in his head over and over but he dared not say them aloud. He knew better. He couldn't force this robin to sing, he, they both, risked losing too much for him to press the issue.

"And besides I was able to piece together a pretty clear idea of what had happened. Even without knowing specifics." He shook his head sadly. "All the same, I don't know what they will show you. I cannot force them to show you what you want to see. As I said that night, they will show you what they know you need to see."

He took a few steps towards the river, facing away from her. The weight of the world seemed to be hanging heavy and hard on his broad shoulders. He reached a hand up to massage the back of his neck. "I will help you contact your spirits again. I will help guide you through your visions. But you must understand that I have no control over what they will or will not show you. There is also one crucial piece that has to be taken care of before I agree to proceed."

He turned to face her, extending his hand to her, palm up the lines and scars of countless fights and a rough life thrown into relief by the full moon. "Do you trust me," he asked simply, a hard seriousness in his brown eyes. This was not a frivolous question, he would only be able to guide her if she trusted him.

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Robyn watched as he gracefully flipped from the tree, landing before her, and had she been in a different state of mind, she would have called him on his showboating. . "I was curious, yet I knew not to say anything. You cant force a robin to sing. You try and all you will end up with is a pretty little bird that wont make a sound and who turns away from everything. All you can do is wait for the robins song to come out on its own." He told her and for the first time in her life, she blushed. He was right, getting her to do anything she didn't want to do stopped that day. She wasn't sure if that was something he just knew, or was it because he knew her, and something about the latter made her uneasy.

"And besides I was able to piece together a pretty clear idea of what had happened. Even without knowing specifics." He said and she looked to the ground, moving the dirt beneath her with the tow of her shoe . So he did know. She figured as much, but the confirmation did nothing for her though.

"All the same, I don't know what they will show you. I cannot force them to show you what you want to see. As I said that night, they will show you what they know you need to see." He told her and a lump formed in her throat. Surely they would show her what she saw before, all she had to do was watch til the end. What more could they want her to see?

Her confidence, the very same, she'd worked up for a week, was gone in a handful of words He turned away from her and she was glad for that. She didn't want to him to the indecision that she was sure was painting on her face. She looked up at him, watching him work out the kink he's had in his neck for a while. She noticed it before, he was moving a little bit stiffer these last couple of days and now she understood why he was hanging upside down. She could fix that. She too knew her way around the human body.

"I will help you contact your spirits again. I will help guide you through your visions. But you must understand that I have no control over what they will or will not show you. There is also one crucial piece that has to be taken care of before I agree to proceed." He said, startling her from her thoughts. She barely had time to register what he said before he approached her. "Agreed to?" She said, absentmindedly thinking aloud.

He offered her his hand, slightly cupped, meaning he wanted her to take it. She looked from his hand to his eyes and she wanted to retreat. She didn't know how to maneuver this feeling his look gave her and she certainly didn't know how ot handle his next words.

"Do you trust me?"

That was a word she abandoned a long time ago. She wanted to turn around again, and run. She'd taken an involuntary step back, her foot never lowering fully the the ground.

She looked at him, her heart racing. She didn't like being so transparent but she felt the confusion, fear, and indecision on her face. No one has asked her that before, not Jack, not Casey, not even Blackjack, she just ended up in a place where it was assumed. She never had to prove it and honestly, she couldn't say without a shadow that she trusted Jack or Casey. Casey was probably as close as she got, but even then, it was on a fraying rope.

She looked at his hand and swallowed. She allowed him much more than she allowed anyone else. He knew her. He knew her in a way that no one did, and she didn't even know. He kept her secrets, weathered her storm, and she knew him for less then a couple of weeks. Her hand rose, and recoiled just before her skin touched his, as if his hand were fire and she could feel the heat without contact.

He knew her secrets...she trusted him not to say a word, and he didn't, not even to her.

Her hand slipped into his. "Okay." She said, her voice nothing more then a breath. "I trust you." She whispered, and was surprised by the truth in her words. "I trust you." she said again, more confidently and this time with a nod.

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His hand closed gently over hers as she spoke. "I trust you, I trust you." She spoke, gradually gaining confidence. He smiled reassuringly and brought her hand up to his lips, his lips stopping at his thumb that was folded over her hand. Exactly as he had when they'd first met.

"Good litu dloo," he said, his easy smile creeping onto his face. He led her to the exact center of the clearing and built a fire, sitting her beside it. He then went to the river with his horn and began preparing for the ritual. This would be a more elaborate one this time, as he had a better idea of what was going on.

In a few minutes he came back with the horn and a few pats of bark with different colored pats of paint on them. He then started slowly and methodically applying the paint to himself as he chanted. Once that was finished he crouched in front of Robyn and carefully and methodically applied some to her face.

He then pressed a small carved fox figurine into her palm and started dancing slowly around her. His chanting having turned into a sort of singing as he started. The dance slowly and steadily got faster and faster as the singing got louder. Every so often he'd scatter a handful of herbs or dust over the area, over them both, or into the fire. The fire flaring a different color briefly each time that happened. Somewhere in there the herbs he'd used before got tossed into the fire.

All at once he stopped across the fire from her and sunk down to a cross-legged posture. The singing had died down to a slow chanting as he fell into a trance, his arms reaching around the fire to gently take her hers. Unseen by either of them at the edge of the forest a fox had left its burrow to investigate as a hawk had landed in a branch just over the fox.

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Robyn felt her furrowed brow twitch upward as he rose their hands to his lips, and felt an odd twinge of disappointment when he didn't follow through. It was reminiscent to what he'd done the day they met, that was not lost on her, but before she didn't want him to touch her, this time, she did.

"Good litu dloo," He said with his easy smile and began to lead her to the clearing. Her nerves made her fingers curl into his, her heart racing, and indecision rose in her chest once again. She hadn't been this afraid in years. She thought she'd lost that ability but she knew now that was not true. She sat down as he guided her and crossed her legs, watching him silently as he built a fire. She fiddled with her nails, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. She watched him go to the river, and she didn't know what was about to happen. This wasn't like before, and then his words came to her, "Usually its a full ritual with dancing and an elder chanting and guiding you through it. But I didn't get that" She recalled him saying, and wondered how much of this he did get to see and how much he planned to do now.

After a few moments, he returned with a horn, and a few pieces of bark with what she could only describe as paint on the paler side. He then began to speak in his native tongue, before painting himself and then approached her. Her eyes were wide ad she sat stiff but she trusted him as he began to paint the same marks on her face too. The chill of the pain sent shiver bumped over her skin. Then to her surprise, she pressed a carving of a fox into her palm, and her lips fell open with a small gasp.

He remembered and took the time to carve her a small totem. She wanted to think him but found herself watching him instead.

He then began to move around her, in a sort of dance, chanting and singing, and throwing dust into the fire, causing it to roar up in different colors. Robyn swallowed. What the hell did she get herself into?

Suddenly, she felt the daze again, it was slow and the colors began to swirl into brilliant arrays. She clutched the little totem in her palm, watching the colors swirl, until suddenly, Cole was in front of her, like before, and reached around the flames for her hands. She took them quickly, the fox wrapped between her last two fingers and her palm. She closed her eyes, like before and her nerves fell away.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Cole, felt his warmth and safety yet again. She looked around him, watching his aura, a deep red light surrounding him and a cool blue light surrounding it, she looked at her own hands, a clear red light surrounding her, she would have laughed but didn't, as a murky deep blue light swirled around her as well. She swallowed.

Just then, bushes shifted as well as leaves on a tree. She looked up and saw her fox, the same amber eyes as before looking at her. "Come." She called it but she knew that wouldn't work. She had to go to it. She started to stand before she realized the hawk on the tree, just above her fox. She blinked. It had chocolate eyes. Calm, and easy. She knew those eyes.

She looked back at her 'guide' and realized then that she could feel him, not just his aura, but him, physically. Her hand in his. "Cole?" She peeped, almost timidly, unsure of how she felt about this. Whatever she was about to see, she didn't want him to see any of it. He could know, but to see it would be different. Her fox padded forward a moment, it's amber eyes on the native man and she knew, he didn't even have to answer. It dashed off into the brush and she knew had to follow.

It was at moment that, she heard waves crashing, the call of sea gulls and a gust of warm sea air, the world around them had shifted, they weren't in the forest of the New World. They were on the shores of her home land, Haiti. She knew what she was about to see and he would see it too.

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Cole opened his eyes to an entirely foreign scene. Salty air assaulted his senses as his eyes were greeted by a large body of water. His eyes widened and his ethereal grip tightened slightly on Robyns hand. He looked around and noticed the hawk and fox as they approached them. The hawk flew up and alighted on his arm, the arm that was holding Robyns hand. He raised his other and stroked the birds plumage as the fox cocked its head at him in a very human-like way.

He got the feeling that he was in to see something he was never meant to see. But it was something he also knew he would have to help Robyn get through. So he steeled himself and moved the hawk to his shoulder and tightened his grip on her hand reassuringly. He looked at her with his easy smile and a reassuring gleam in his eyes. He was about as nervous as she was, but he wasn't going to let her know it. He was determined to help guide her through this, and as if reading his thoughts the hawk gave a screech and shook its wings. He gave Robyn a wink as if to say, see, he's got your back as well.

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Cole's eyes sprang opened and they went wide, his hand gripping hers slightly. He really didn't know what to expect, which was in no way reassuring but she had to trust him. She knew that. Robyn watched as the hawk flew from it's perk on to Cole's arm, nearest hers. Her fox had returned, looking at the two of them impatiently as if they had somewhere to be. Cole moved the hawk to his arm. and he have her hand another grip, this time involuntarily. He gave her that easy smile of his, and she swallowed, just as the hawk screeched. Cole winked at her and she gave a tight pull of her lips, almost like a smile.

She stood, her hand still in Cole's and the fox dashed off again, and it was then she noticed the sand beneath her now bare feet, and the wind that twisted the light dress around her bare legs. She didn't dare look back at Cole, she just walked ahead, her hand in his, as she walked through the brush and emerged on the beach. The same beach from her dream.

"T'ere ya are." called a small dark skinned girl that sat on the beach, she wasn't looking at them, instead she was playing in the sand, her little finger drew a ship in the sand. The girl had a mess of black curly hair, that she brushed from her eyes with her free hand. "I was waitin' fer you." She said, accent that had lost since been lost, lightening her voice as she finally looked up, with a grin that reached her amber eyes. She looked behind Robyn and presumably at Cole. "Oh an' ya brought a friend, t'at's good." She said and smiled widely. "I like 'im." She proclaimed before standing up, revealing she too was wearing the same light dress Robyn was in now. "But we 'ave ta 'urry, 'E's coming." She said but this time, she grabbed Robyn's hand and pulled her, sinking in the sand a little. Robyn didn't move. "Come. On." the little girl said, and Robyn shook her head. "T'at's why yer 'ere, No?" the little girl asked with a sass that echoed to the future.

"Yes...but..."

"But not'ing, we gotta go." She said, and Robyn relented, letting the girl dragged her -and subsequently Cole- to a small dock. It was a simple wooden dock, small enough for a small fishing ship, nothing bigger though. The girl let go of her hand, and ran down the dock and sat down at the edge, her little dirty feet hanging over the water.

"He won't come." Robyn said, sadly, gripping Cole's hand. "He stopped coming." She said, watching the little girl kicking her feet and bobbing her head, waiting.

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Cole looked at himself and found he was almost exactly like he was usually. The differences being that his paint had disappeared and the hawk wing tattoo on his chest was glowing slightly. It was his symbol of connection to the spirits so it made sense. When she started moving he followed, keeping pace with her the entire way.

He should have expected it but the child caught him slightly off guard again. He could only assume that it was Robyn when she was a child, they had the same strong facial features, and same hair, even if the childs was much curlier. The childs candor and fearlessness at a stranger made him smile, this certainly was Robyn. His smile grew wider as the little girl dragged them bodily to a dock.

This was when his vision started to diverge slightly from Robyns. Through his eyes he saw swirling black tendrils always at the edge of his vision that would writhe and wriggle just into view then disappear as soon as he flicked his eyes towards them. A cold hard lump formed in the pit of his stomach. This was when and where things would take their turn. This was when and where it would happen. He wanted to slide his arms around Robyn, shield her from what was to come.

But a voice stopped him, "wait, watch, listen, learn, protect, guide,." The words were soft and low, gliding over his consciousness. The voice itself was sexless and slow, a whisper of a whisper meant for him and him alone. He knew where it was coming from, and the bird of prey on his shoulder preened its feathers as if in confirmation.

"He won't come." Robyn said, sadly, gripping Cole's hand. "He stopped coming."

He opened his mouth to ask who, but found his tongue numb. This was not his vision, this was not his place, he was not meant to speak or interfere. He was only meant to support and guide. So his hand tightened reassuringly around hers.

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Robyn finally allowed herself to look at Cole as his hand gripped hers. He looked exactly as he did before, only the tattoo on his chest was glowing. She'd seen it before but she hadn't noticed the details in the marks, it was lovely. Her smaller version squealed in delight, calling Robyn back to the vision.

Just at the dock a small fishing vessel docked, and an older man disembarked. He was grey save for few patches that framed his face and bled into his beard. He carried a satchel on his back, full the the brim. He was weather beaten, his normally pale skin was burned by the sun, and he looked morose at best. His grey eyes scanned the dock expectantly. The moment he saw the girl, his hardened features light up, and he knelled down to catch her a she ran into his arms, dropping his bag in the process.
Robyn gasped softly. "He came...." She whispered in disbelief, her fingers clenching Cole's.

"You came back!" She cried, clutching him tightly. Her words muffled by his clothes. "I did." He nodded, and Robyn noted how sad he looked when he said it.

Her chin trembled so she bit her lip. It didn't stop the tears from glossing her eyes.
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"Not this day...." She whimpered softly, watching as the older man set the girl down. She bounced on her heels. "W'ere d'ya go t'is time?" She asked happily, blissfully unaware of the dower expression on the man's face. "Hang on, Little Bird, We'll get to that." He said, his words husky, and unmistakably Irish. "Have ye eaten?"
The little girl gave him a wry look. The old man chuckled, still on a knee, and ruffled the child's hair, "Right, Come on, let's get you something to eat." He said, and she bounced around him as he grabbed his bags. She grabbed his hand and she dragged him along, smiling wildly, the older man did the same but his didn't reach her eyes.

A loud sob escaped Robyn's throat and she clapped a hand over her mouth. She wanted to stop, she closed her eyes like before but instead, of being back in her physical form, time seemed to shift in the space of a blink and it was night, pinpricks of light dotted the sky, the moon hung just over the horizon.
The little girl and the old man sat at the dock, the little girl's face covered in peach juice, as she devoured the fruit. The old man watched her with a chuckle. Robyn turned away, but ran into the solid form of Cole. She looked up at him, "It hurts...." She said. " I don't want to watch this, Cole, I don't, I can't..." She cried into his chest, but something brushed her bare ankle,causing her to look down. There her little fox looked up at her, and then turned toward the pair at the dock. "Please....no...." She said but the fox didn't seem to budge on this. She had to watch, she hardly turned from Cole's chest, but she watched..
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"So where'd you go?" the little girl said. "I went home." He told her and the girl looked at him wide eyed, expecting a story. "W'at was it like t'ere?" She asked, throwing her peach pit in the water. It sunk with a plop. The old man sighed heavily. "It was...not well." The little girl's face fell. "Oh?" She said. "I'm Sorry?" She said, and the old man looked at her, cupping her cheek. "Nothing for you to apologize for, Lass." He told her and turned, reaching into the satchel. "I got you something." he said, changing the subject, and the little girl took the bait.

She perked up and grinned. "You did, W'at is it, w'at is it?"
"Close you eyes and hold out your hands" The girl did as she was instructed barely able to keep it together. On eyes popped up. "Robyn, don't you peek." He said, and she giggled madly. "Okay, Okay." she said and kept her eyes closed. The old man the placed a small wooden ship in her hands. "Open."
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The little girl gasped with wide eyes. "Mr. Daley! It's a ship!" She said cried, smoothing her hands over the smooth wooden. It was a man of war, fitting in the both palms at once, with black painted sails. "It's a pirate ship, Lass." He told her and she grinned toothy. "Like you! " She said and hugged him. "I'm no pirate, sweet girl, I'm just a fisherman" he told her, hugging her back. His eyes closed as he held her as if he were taken her in for the last time. Robyn turned fully then, letting go of Cole, watching the two. Her heart broke at the sudden realization.

"He loved me...." she breathed. "I knew but...I never knew how much." She said, tears falling silently now.
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The two broke apart, the little girl rose the ship, waving it up and down as if it were on water. "The pirate ships have names." He told her, and the girl smiled, still playing with her ship. "T'ey do?" She asked. "Aye, They do, the most fearsome pirate, Blackbeard, you know what his is called?" He asked her and she shrugged. "Queen Anne's Revenge." He told her, and she grinned. "You sure you not a pirate?" Shed asked with a cock of her head.

"Your and yes, I'm sure."

"Everyone 'ere, say ya are, t'ey say--."

"Says." He corrected. "Everyone 'ere says ya are." She said with a roll of her eyes but she smiled. "I'm not a pirate...I just...taking things from one place to another....even if people don't want me to." He said. "What else have they been telling you?" the little girl shrugged. "T'ey say you're gonna take me to t'e new world, and I'll be a slave, and you'll whip me, but I deserve it because I'm just a t'eif...I'm not every good t'ough, I get caught," She said and and he looked horrified, like he was regretting something. "I don't care, I want to be pirate, when I grow up, and I won't get caught." She said. "Oh Robyn, me girl, You don't want to be a pirate." He said, clicking his teeth. "Yes, I do." she replied.
"They kill people."
She shrugged. "You wanna be a killer?"
"If t'at's what pirates do, t'en yes, I wanna be a killer."
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He paused and the little girl went back to playing with her pirate ship. A smile on her face.

Robyn looked down. She didn't want to be a killer, after a while, she didn't have a choice. "I didn't know what it meant then...." She said, unsure of what she was even talking to Cole, but it as better then nothing.

"T'ey don't like me 'ere. T'ey still call me 'Shiva' not 'Robyn' like you named me, even 'ough I don't shiver anymore." the little girl said after a while. "T'ey say You should 'ave let me die." She told him and he sucked in a breath, breaking him from whatever it was he was thinking. "They tell you that."
"Mhm, Usually when I'm running." She said with a proud smirk that echoed to the future. "Robyn...I have something to tell you..." He said and she looked at him with a smile but it dropped when she finally noticed his face. He took her hands, and made her sit down the ship. "I have to go again..." He told her and she looked at him with a frown, tears already well up in her eyes.
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Robyn closed her eyes bracing herself, her hand reached out and grabbed Cole's again, gripping tight.

"You just came back." She said and he nodded." I know." He said,
"When will you be back?" She asked and he paused, gripping her hands, looking everywhere but her. "Mr. Daley, when will you be back?" She asked again, snatching her hands from his. "I....don't know."
"Why not?"
"I told you my home was not well, I have to go and help." He said. "They need food, I can bring them food." He said "And some people don't want them to have it." He said and she looked at him, her jaw set, mouth a gape, a look that too echoed into the future. "Bad people?" She asked, and he nodded. "so I have to go." He said and she closed her eyes but then they sprang back open. "You can fight them, I'll come with you, We can both fight them, like pirates." She said, and he shook his head. "Oh, Lamb, it's not safe for you."
"Nowhere is safe for me!" She sprang to her feet, kicking the ship by mistake, it spun off and into the water, sinking before they had time to think. the little girl ran into the water, diving for her ship, but realizing too late she couldn't swim.
She flailed in the water, her breath escaping in bubbles, letting water fill her chest but before panic set in, strong hand grabbed her and pulled her out of the water.

She coughed and choked, sputtering water before her lungs cleared. Daley held her, patting her back, helping the water escaped. She took deep gulping breathes, before tears poured from her eyes, sobs taking place of her gasps. "It's gone....and you'll be gone too." She sobbed as he made her stand, holding her shoulders, giving her a once over. She dove into him, gripping on to him harder. The old man sighed, his own tears glossing his eyes, holding her just as tight. "I'll make you another one."
"You aren't coming back..." She sobbed and he knew it too. "I'll try, My sweet red bird, I'll try, and I'll bring you a better ship, with big sails, and one that'll won't sink in the water." He told her trying to laugh but she just cried harder. "Take me with you." She sobbed, and he sucked in a breath. Robyn could see how much it hurt, and her silent sobs mirrored his.
"I can't." He told her.
"Please!" she cried, digging her face into his shoulder as if to prove she wasn't letting go. His hand moved to the top of her head, stroking her wet hair softly, rocking. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, my little bird, I couldn't live with himself." He told her.
"I want to go wit' you,"
"You could die,"
"I could die 'ere too." She said, holding her ground. He just held her as she cried. "Wait here, for me, and when I come back, you'll get be a pirate, but if you come with me now...you won't." He told her and her little girl shook her head. "Don't leave me...." She cried softly. "I don't want to, Lass, I don't want to..." He said softly. "But you'll be safer here. I'll come back for you...."
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Only just now, Robyn heard the words, If I can, though he didn't say them. Mercifully, the vision began to fade around them, leaving only the image of the two on the dock. Robyn felt cold, right to her soul. She wrapped her arms around herself, but it didn't stop her trembling

"For so long, I was...anger, I wanted to hate him...I thought he'd abandoned me....I thought he didn't want me anymore....but he loved me...maybe even more than I---" She couldn't finish, all she could do was cry.

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This wasn't what he had expected at all. However, he could tell that this wasn't the scene that she had wanted to see. He seemed like he'd been a father to the little girl. The little girl seemed to adore the man, and he could tell why. He seemed to truly love the child, the way he spoke, the way he acted, and the way he looked at her. Though he knew something was wrong, otherwise this wouldn't have been shown.

His vision narrowed in again, the black tendrils shot into his sight blinding him. When they cleared he was standing alone in the middle of a stable. As he stood there dark purple flames started licking up the sides of the walls. The air filled with thick green smoke as the horses whinnied and screamed in fright, a human scream being torn from a horses vocal tract. He covered his ears and and fell to his knees, the sound and the smoke forcing him down.

Quickly gathering his senses again he did what came naturally, went to save the horses. Throwing open the first stall he was knocked to the side by a large yellow stallion with a short cropped mane. Its eyes were wild and fierce as it stormed out of the stable. The next one down was a lean roan that seemed to not have a speck of dirt or debris on it at all.

The last door was already blown wide open. Inside was an ebony mare, mane loose and wild with the same wild look in her amber eyes. He approached the mare but it kicked out at him. Rolling to the side he threw himself towards the mare. He took the mares head in his hands and placed his forehead against hers. He didn't have much time, the fire was ever-growing closer and closer. But the mare wouldn't budge, no matter what he tried to do, he couldn't get her to budge. It was too late, the fire had already cut off the exit and they were trapped, and as the flames grew closer he leaned against the mare, shielding her eyes from the flames. The flames curled around him, tearing him away from the mare and tossing him against the opposite wall. The flames wrapped around his arms searing his flesh and leaving their mark.

He was about to scream out in pain when his vision swam, the fires of the stable coalescing into the interior of a cave. His back was up against the wall knees shaking as he sunk to the floor staring at his arms where the flames had been just moments before. His breath was ragged and catching in his throat so much he hardly looked at his surroundings. The cave was dark and dank and covered in what seemed to be a moss of some sort. There was only one small entrance, and it was dark outside so there was only minimal light. After a few minutes he had gathered the strength to stand, a dusty crunching sound coming from below his feet.

Looking down the sight of thousands of human bones came into focus through the dim light. He recoiled back against the wall, an unknown feeling of dread filling his chest. His heel knocked against something and he turned to see a kneeling skeleton with a rosary in its hands, an ancient priests robes draped loosely over the bones. Bloodily scratched into the wall of the cave was an inscription in a language he couldn't read. As he watched the bones started swirling around him pulling him down into the tide of bones. As he was swirling downwards he saw the glint of gold in among the bones, shining and sticking against the bones, coating them in it, never letting go. He sunk deeper and deeper opening his mouth to scream but it was hastily filled with gold and bones.

His vision cleared and he was back standing next to Robyn overlooking the Mr. Daley and her child self. He realized that it had only been a fraction of a second he'd been pulled away. His breathing was ragged and quick, his muscles tensing and untensing as he tried to assimilate what he'd just witnessed and felt. Luckily she had stepped in front of him to observe her vision. The fox looked up at him with its head cocked, its intelligent amber eyes flashing at him. Gaining control of himself just as she grabbed his arm he placed a hand on hers reassuringly.

He was leaving, and he wasn't sure he would be back at all. That much was plain on his face, but he was sure that to the child she thought he was abandoning her. He knew that feeling all too well, his own parents having both been ripped from him by his fathers rampant alcoholism.

"For so long, I was...anger, I wanted to hate him...I thought he'd abandoned me....I thought he didn't want me anymore....but he loved me...maybe even more than I---" The vision started to fade as she wrapped her arms around herself.

The hawk on his shoulder pecked him on top of the head and flew away. "No need to tell me twice," he muttered to the bird. He gently laid a hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him, wrapping her in his arms. He held her close, letting his presence reassure her and help ease her transition as the vision started to fade away into reality.

The reality was painful and hot as he came out of his trance to his arms having been burnt by the now dead fire. He remembered the cave and the stable, but the only part of Robyns he could remember was the scent of the sea, a faded image of an older man, and her final words of the vision. The pain of his burns was starting to intensify as the trance wore off, but he wasn't going to let go of her hands until she was out of the trance and let go herself.

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Cole's hand gripped her shoulder, and he turned her toward him, wrapping her in his warmth and she let him, dropping her head on his shoulder. Her eyes closed and relaxed in his grip.

Suddenly, she was snapped back into her body, her hands gripping Cole's tight. She opened her eyes, and she felt herself breathing hard, her face tear streaked and her body weak. She blinked a few times, trying not to let the dizziness take her again. She looked up at Cole and she didn't know what to expect of his face, but she hadn't expected confusion on his face. She looked down at their hands, and she noticed the his skin was black, and peeling. "Shit, Cole, you're arms." She said, her eyes wide, she dropped her hands, trying to stand, only for the world to spin in her vision. She took a moment, steady herself and tried again. She moved to him. "C'mon, get up, you need to get to the water." She said, not noticing how her old accent touched her words a few times.

Not taking no, for an answer, or any word for that matter, she lead him to the water, and dipped his arms in. "Who the fuck reaches around a fire..." She muttered, looking back at where they were. Partially to make sure her body wasn't still there. "Leave them there." She said almost bitterly and trying to push back the thoughts of Daley, and all that she discovered in the vision, she scanned the forest for any aloe plants. She wasn't of the nature like he was, but she did know a few things, like how to remove a bullet, sew up a wound, and field dress a burn.

"Do you have any aloe in the medicine bag of yours?" She asked him, still with the same ire, but it wasn't toward him and honestly, she was sure he knew that. All of her emotions didn't know how to deal with, all but one. Anger was the easiest.

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He let her take care of his arms and held them under the rushing water of the river. While she was looking for aloe, he peeled the blackened skin off. "Do you have any aloe in the medicine bag of yours?"

He looked up and scanned the edge of the forest and his eyes focused in on an aloe plant. "Theres a plant there, its the long bent needle looking plants with the waxy skin," he called to her. He accompanied this with a nod of the head towards the plant in question. He went back to peeling the burnt skin and stopped suddenly. His eyes widened at the sight, the burns looked like on the one arm a hawks wing, and the other a fox's tail.

He thought on the events of his vision, and what he could 'remember' of Robyns. He had an idea of what the stable meant, that at some point they would all be in danger, including himself. This wasn't simply getting shot at or the usual things, this was grave mortal, terrifying danger. The second however, he had no idea what to make of it. An old cave with dried bones and gold. But the most striking detail was the kneeling skeleton of the priest and the inscription. The only problem was he had no idea what language the bloody inscription was in.

Shaking the thoughts off for the moment he took his arms out of the water. The patterns they'd made was fascinating in its accidental detail. He shook his head and smiled to himself as he gently shook his arms to dry them off before Robyn returned with the aloe. He knew she'd ask about what he'd seen in her vision, and he knew he'd have to disappoint her with his answer. He hardly remembered anything, it wasn't his vision, his presence had only been there to act as support and guide. He wasn't meant to interfere or remember what he'd seen.

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"There's a plant there, its the long bent needle looking plants with the waxy skin, He said and she hissed." I know what it looks like." She shot back, before following his gaze. She found it just at the base of a tree. She kneeled down, grabbed the top of the leaves, and pulled them so they broke at the base, leaving long stocks for her to work with, a light green liquid ooze from the broken leaves so she turned it upside and brought them over to him. She grabbed his arms, not very gently but mindful of his burns, and frowned harder, if even possible. The burns were an odd shape, and she could have sworn they were in the shape of a wing and a....

She abandoned the thought as she held out his arms. She then proceeded to squeeze the aloe like paint from a tube, on to the skin. She took a slender finger, and patted the aloe down until it was smooth. She then pulled the plant apart and lay it on his arm like a bandage. It would hold for now but she'd have to wrap it properly with bandages from inside the cave. She was silent while she worked, Daley's face in her mind, as clear as if she'd seen him yesterday but she hadn't seen his face in too long. She'd forgotten what he looked like, and she could have sworn she could smell him. He smelled like rum, and salt, with a touch of peppermint, she didn't know why he smelled like that but she loved it all the same.

Tears worked in her eyes again but she defiantly brushed them away with the back of her hand.

"Well....If you're going say to something....now's the time." She told him angrily, as she finished with one arm. He had neat lines of aloe leaves going up his arm, adhered by the aloe itself. "I won't be talking about it again. So...go on."

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He took the barb of her voice with a sad smile and a slightly lowered head. He realized in that moment that anger was her go-to emotion when she didn't know how to deal with the others. He'd had indications of that, but no other situation had been as emotionally charged as this one had been. So he sat there and weathered it in his calm quiet way.

"Well....If you're going say to something....now's the time. I won't be talking about it again. So...go on." Her voice had the same anger, if not more, that it had before. He smiled sadly to himself again, his eyes holding the same concern and curiosity as it had before.

He shook his head however. "I cannot force a bird to sing. All I 'remember'," a dubious inflection on the word remember, "is the scent of salty water and the outline of an older gentleman." He gently took his arms back from her as she finished, slightly ashamed he couldn't remember much else. He sat back and brought his knees up and rested his elbows on them, the burnt portions facing up. He hung his head and rolled it, his neck starting to tighten up slightly, and sighed.

He could see that part of her wanted to cry, but she wasn't going to let herself it seemed. "But you know that my lips are sealed. So let yourself do what you feel you need to." The implication being, let yourself cry, scream, do whatever you need to do, I wont tell anyone. He sighed again and slowly reached a hand up to his neck, stopping halfway with an 'ah fuck it' gesture and put his arm back where it was. He was still reeling from and trying to process both of the visions he'd been a part of. One of which was disturbing to the extreme, the other he could remember near none of.

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"I cannot force a bird to sing. All I 'remember' is the scent of salty water and the outline of an older gentleman."
Robyn visibly flinched. She started feeling fidgety as he sat back, hanging his head. Rage, confusion, hurt, bubbled up inside her. How could he not remember, he was there, he saw it all.

It must have been written on her face in bold because he shrugged. "But you know that my lips are sealed. So let yourself do what you feel you need to." He said and she frowned. "What I feel? I feel like you should fucking remember, you were right there, you saw it all!" She snapped, and she had no idea why she wanted him to remember. She should have been glad but for some reason she was. She felt so...alone.

She stood up and ran her hand through her hair, damn near ripping it out. She turned from him, her back toward him, trying to keep her mind from spinning but it was far too late. It was easier when she thought he'd abandoned her, she could hate him and move on with her life but now? Now she knew for a fact that he loved her, and he truly thought she'd been safer where she was. Knowing that, made her feel like he died all over again. It hurt, deep in her chest, it hurt and she could barely breathe. She wrapped her arms around herself, as if that'll keep her from bursting.

"You remember nothing else?" She asked him, there was still a bite in her voice and she didn't turn around, but her voice was softer now. "Nothing...?"

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He stayed where he was as she turned from him. He felt like he had failed her. He had been there, he had done what he needed to do during the vision. But he couldn't remember a fucking thing from hers and he couldn't decipher his own. He hung his head low and tried to quell the frustration that was building up inside of him.

"You remember nothing else? Nothing...?"

"For so long, I was...anger, I wanted to hate him...I thought he'd abandoned me....I thought he didn't want me anymore....but he loved me...maybe even more than I" The words were out of his mouth before he could think about them. So he did remember something, it wasn't much but it was something. "I'm sorry, but thats all. I can only assume you were talking about the man. A Mr..." he racked his brain, pushing aside the images of the burning stable and the swirling bones. "I cant remember the name..." his voice was slightly sad and tinged with regret.

He dipped his hand into the water in front of him and started to slowly remove the paint from his face. The paint on his arm had already either been burnt off or washed off when he was soaking his arms. The pain from which had already begun to mostly fade. It was now just a dull throbbing heat under the strips of aloe stalk.