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Robyn Sheva||The Crimson Lady

"Robyn, as in Robyn you blind."

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

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{ Q U O T E }

"Clever as the Devil, and twice as Pretty"
-Holly Black


{ T H E M E S }

God Help Me|Emilie Autumn

Fight Like A Girl|Emilie Autumn



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Name:Robyn Sheva
Title/or Moniker: The Crimson Lady
Gender:Female
Age:26
Lineage:African
Class/Occupation:Outlaw/Bandit
Body Type:Curvy, Tall.
Description:Known for her beauty as well as her wrath, Robyn Sheva is a subtly curvy dark skinned woman, with long wavy dark hair, deep brown-black eyes and a dangerous smile. Towering over most women and even some men, she is six feet tall so she is often seen in loose men's clothes when relaxing with her crew but during a robbery, she can be dressed in an black and crimson red long coat, sleek black boots, a black corset, tight black trousers,a blood red top and a black Cowboy hat with red stitching. She has a chipped tooth from childhood that she hides when she talks, as well as a myriad of scars on her back from torture.She wears an unreadable mask of infinite boredom and infinite amusement, to hid her real emotions.




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Likes:
Peaches
Fighting
Being Smarter then everyone else
Guns
Killing
Blood
Flirting
Sex -under her terms-
Dislikes:
Being Touched
People looking at her funny
Men in general
Sex
Magic
Strengths:
Manipulation
Swordplay
Gun slinging
Observant
Fearlessness
Weaknesses:
Being locked in a room.
Anyone seeing her scars.
Dyslexia

Personality:Robyn is a ruthless woman, she has been known to cut men down for simply looking at her incorrectly. She hates being viewed as merely a woman and does whatever she can to make sure the world knows it. She is known as the Crimson Lady, as rumor has it that she's killed a man and bathed in his blood. Robyn is indifferent, stubborn, socially inept, and prone to violence, with a predisposition towards anger. Basically she's a bitch, Any emotion she feels, is often replaced by anger, whether it be sadness, fear, nervousness, regret or pain, she always swaps it for anger. It’s easier for her to handle that way. However, She is not so trusting, and is cynical to a fault. It takes her a great deal of time to trust people and even then that trust is limited. She reads people like a book and can -for the most part- predict their next move. She is a skilled liar and can seduce a man with a simple bat of an eyelash. She has a smart mouth and is ill tempered, and has been known to shoot a man simply for the dislike of his face.
Deep down, there is a person in there, she just doesn't want to let it out.

Quirks and Habits:
She won't harm a child.
She has a hair trigger, if she's pissed off enough, some one is going to die.
She'll use her body as a weapon, if she has to sleep with someone to get them to drop their guard, she will.
Addiction: Hard Drinker.




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Weapons:Colt Paterson Revolver
Colt's Dragoon Revolver
9'' Bowie Knife
Anything else?: She is quite skilled with blending in, despite her height and obvious beauty, she can effectively hid in plain sight.
Health: 10
Stamina: 9
Memory: (7
Senses: 5
Stability: 4
Gunplay:
---Rifles: 2
---Short arms: 8
Hand Fighting:
---unarmed: 7
---Armed: 3
History:
Robyn was born an orphan as her mother died during childbirth and her father some time before that. To survive, Robyn became a thief. She wasn't a very skilled thief as a small child as she was caught and beat more times then she could count. This landed her in many fights and left her hungry for days. She'd learned her street smarts early as she could convince some people to give her food or water or clothes during the winter. There was but one man to ever show her kindness, an old smuggler, he would give her food when he could, looked after her when he was around, but it didn't last as when she was 9 years old, she stole from a slave trader and as 'payment' she was taken and sold as a slave.

Robyn was sold to a brothel owner in the west, cleaned and cooked. It was when she was 13, that she'd grown into her looks and was trained into becoming a whore, The Madame taught her to dance and to seduce men out of every dime they had.

It was there she'd learned how to become a premium liar and how to read expressions. As there were plenty of times, she'd be requested at parties and had needed those skills. She'd became a skilled thief and stole from the patrons to save for her freedom.

It was when she was 16 years old, that she'd been requested as a escort for a local governor, she hadn't been touched yet and pitched a high price. He was kind and gentle while she was at the brothel but immediately after they were alone, he attacked her. He kept her prisoner, locked to the wall of his basement for years for his pleasure.


However, one day he decided he'd freed her chains to abuse her but left his dagger at his hip as he attacked her. She skillfully stole his dagger and slit his throat while he was on top of her. She walked out of his home, in the middle of the night, stoic, drenched in his blood, like a ghost.

It was how she earned the name the Crimson Lady.

She'd made her way back to the brothel and the Madame -whom she'd learn to love and trust like a mother- was livid. She told Robyn she was bad for business and that she had been a waste of time. Robyn was pass the point of sanity at the time so in her stoic state, she stabbed the woman with no emotion on her face. After the woman fell at her feet, she felt free finally. She enjoyed taking the life of people who hurt her...so she didn't and wouldn't stop there.

It took two years for Robyn to find the slave trader that sent her there. She'd used all of the skills she'd learned and managed to become a master their, a premium liar and a skilled seductress. Those skills alone kept her alive while she looked for the man. At 18, she finally found him. He'd been still running the same game and she watched as he kidnapped children and sold them to the highest bidder as he'd done to her. She'd followed him for days until finally she followed him home. She found that he'd slaves himself. Plenty of them, locked up in his house. Some where her age or older. She waited until he slept. She climbed on top of him and when he woke up she reminded him who she was. He didn't remember her at all. With a knife to his throat, he claimed it wasn't personal. Her last words to him before she slit his throat was "This is personal..."
After that, Robyn became a vagabond and a skilled thief. She had no real destination other than to survive, and has found herself in the as a skilled con woman. It was there she met a ailing old outlaw by the name of Black Jack Janye. She'd been in the process of conning him when he stopped her with a bullet to her shoulder. When she passed out from the pain. He took her to to his hideaway and dressed her wound. When she awoke, He was impressed by her abilities to read people but she needed to be able to predict a person's movements. She then asked him why he'd shot her he simple stated "I wanted see if you could see it coming, You didn't..."
It was then, the old outlaw taught her everything he knew and she soaked it up like a sponge. He taught her how to use a gun, and she became a skilled marksmen. He taught her how to ride a horse, how to lead a band of outlaws, and in that she took up the name that had been giving to her. Years have passed and Robyn Sheva has taking up the name, The Crimson Lady, the outlaw, the bandit the most woman woman in the west

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Robyn Sheva||The Crimson Lady's Story

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It wasn't deep, but it bled quite a bit. It pissed her off more than it hurt. She heard sloshing in the water, and sure enough, Cole swam up like a he could breathe under there. Clearly he could see her this whole time, but hide enough so that she couldn't see him. That just annoyed her further. His eyes fell on her ankle, and the wound that she held her fingers around.
"Sorry about that, but lets see if I can't patch it up a bit." She frowned. "The fuck for?" She murmured but he'd already begun digging around, searching for things. He wasn't about to not help her, even if she wanted to protest. Fair enough, it was his bloody fault for making her play this stupid game. Well perhaps that wasn't his fault but still.

When he returned, he began mashing up herbs into a fine paste, speaking that language again before spitting in the paste.

She scrunched up her nose. He was not about to put that on her leg ,was he? Leaving the paste for now, he set to cleaning her wound, washing the blood from her skin before applying to the salve to her skin. She winced a little, but he was gentle. His eyes focused on his work. Her mind wondered back, then, remembering how a certain someone cared for her when she slipped and chipped her tooth. She remembered what that started and found herself suddenly very cold. She drew up as he moved away, wrapping her arms around her legs, trying to banish the thought.

She looked up as he returned, and he set to wrapping thin tree bark around her ankle, as a bandage.
"That should do it," He said, washing his hands. She looked down at her leg, rolling her foot a moment. It bled a bit, but the pain was gone.
"Looks like that game will have to wait for a different time." He said, and as he stood, something strange happened. "Oh for fucks sake," He cursed, before seating himself beside her, pain evident on his face. Robyn couldn't only watch in abject confusion. "So, looks like neither of us will be going anywhere soon. What do we do now, Robyn," He said and her confused frown faded into a smile.

He really guessed her name,that was impressive, it really was.

"There's a lot I want to do, but you have to be able to move to do it." She said, with her signature kittenish grin. She reached out and touched his arm. "Caught." She said, with a nod. "Your rules, you said I had to catch you, never said how," She said with a shrug. "but now we're even." she added with a smile. before it faded. "I do have question....was that magic? Before, with the fire?"

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"There's a lot I want to do, but you have to be able to move to do it. Caught," she said grinning at him.He rolled his eyes. Even down a leg he could do things that would make her take notice. But her next question caught him off guard completely. "I do have question....was that magic? Before, with the fire?"

It made him pause and think for a moment as he somewhat reflexively reached up and touched her hand. He laid down flat and closed his eyes as he considered her question. He didn't really think about his peoples rituals as such. They were a series of traditions and actions that showed and reflected his connection to his ancestors, his people, the land itself.

He slowly opened his eyes. The sights around him coming sharply and clearly into focus, the sounds just as sharp and clear. The chirping of the crickets, faraway bird calls, the hooting of an owl. But acutely above that he heard the shriek of a hawk as it flew above him talons glinting in the moonlight.

Finally he spoke. "No, what the fire was was simply a combination of herbs that changed the color. As for what I was doing... I don't consider it magic. It's a cleansing ritual of a sort. I burned the scalp of Quinto to release the spirits of those he'd wronged, specifically the ones I knew personally." He breathed in through his nose, taking in the scents of the area around him, the sharp pine, the rushing water, the earth itself, and Robyn. "I don't consider it magic as its more of a show of respect for the spirits. I'm not asking them for anything, I thank them for everything they've given me. I only ask for their... help isnt the right word, blessing is closer, when I'm preparing for battle."

He rested his hands behind his head, his leg only slightly starting to de-numb. "But more to the point, it wasn't magic, it was a prayer." He grinned, "not a prayer in the christian tradition where you ask a faceless man to destroy your enemies as you sit back and use it as a reason to subjugate people. It was a prayer out of respect for mother earth and the specific spirit watching over me. Its a closer connection to the land, I make my own way and thank the land for giving me the means to." He shrugged while laying down, "sorry I can't explain it better, its a little complicated for someone who hasn't had much experience with it to understand."

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Robyn watched him curiously as he lay back, she could see the lines of his muscular form, shimmering from the water and the falling sunlight.
He seemed to be musing her question thoughtfully, he wasn't going to answer witlessly. She appreciated that. She'd always been willingly to learn, and wasn't afraid to ask questions, once she accepted that the person was smarter than her. Was he smarter than her, she couldn't say but he had more knowledge in such things, that she hadn't.

No, what the fire was was simply a combination of herbs that changed the color." He said and Robyn felt herself relax, she didn't know she was so tense. She was glad it wasn't magic, she would have a hard time trusting him if it were. "As for what I was doing... I don't consider it magic. It's a cleansing ritual of a sort. I burned the scalp of Quinto to release the spirits of those he'd wronged, specifically the ones I knew personally." She frowned a bit. It wasn't magic, but still dealt in spirits. Was that not magic? It was to her people.
"I don't consider it magic as its more of a show of respect for the spirits. I'm not asking them for anything, I thank them for everything they've given me. I only ask for their... help isn't the right word, blessing is closer, when I'm preparing for battle." He told her and she pursed her lips. He thanked them and asked them for a blessing during battle. He was good in battle she saw that herself, but she didn't want to give the gods or spirits or whatever he wanted to call them, credit for that.

"But more to the point, it wasn't magic, it was a prayer." He grinned, "not a prayer in the christian tradition where you ask a faceless man to destroy your enemies as you sit back and use it as a reason to subjugate people. It was a prayer out of respect for mother earth and the specific spirit watching over me. Its a closer connection to the land, I make my own way and thank the land for giving me the means to." He told her and she sighed. "sorry I can't explain it better, its a little complicated for someone who hasn't had much experience with it to understand."

She shook her head. "No, I understand." She said, quietly, before reclining back on her shoulder, and looking at him. "I'm from the islands, not the Continent like most people of my color are." She told him. "We have spirits, they have spirits they pray to. The Loa, they're called, evil little beasts most of the time, I suppose they helped some but they never did me any good, and I tried." She said, and lay beside him, her hair falling on to him. She realized that was probably the most she'd ever told anyone about herself. not even Casey knew that much. She decided to go back to something more familiar without making the change of subject obvious. "Glad you don't use magic the way they do," She said and turned, crawling her fingers up his chest before leaning up, almost a kiss away from his lips but made no move forward. He did win her for the night, but when did she ever make things easy. "I don't want to not like you." She added, her lips brushed his slightly.

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He grinned wolfishly and brushed her lips with his in response. "The magic isn't in what I say, any magic I have is in what I do," he whispered as he brushed her lips again. He slid the arm closest to her under and around her shoulders, holding her close to him, as his other slid up the arm she'd laid on his chest over her shoulder and to the back of her neck. His fingers gently entwining in her hair.

He made as if to kiss her then gently lifted her chin with his and went for her neck. His lips traced a line down her jaw and to the nape of her neck. The hand that was behind her head slowly glided down to the small of her back. And once there he held her against him, the pain in his locked up leg all but forgotten.

Ceasing with her neck for the time being he rubbed his cheek against hers. "Since I won, I'll let it be your choice, do I show you my magic, or do you show me yours," he whispered huskily into her ear right before nipping it, gently tugging at her lobe.

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"The magic isn't in what I say, any magic I have is in what I do," He whispered and she smiled against the brush of his lips. She allow him to pull her into him, resting chest to chest, while his arms moved around her, a hand slipping into her hair, while the other made it's way down the small of her back. She ignored the anxiety she felt as his fingers brushed down her scars, as his lips moved to her neck, sending pleasure filled chills down her spine.

She purred in response, before he moved to her ear and spoke. "Since I won, I'll let it be your choice, do I show you my magic, or do you show me yours," He whispered, nipping and tugging on her ear.

"Hmm?" She mused."As the saying goes." She breathed, before swiftly throwing her long leg over his waist, hovering over him, placing both hands on either side of his head, her dark hair like a curtain around them. Leering down at him like a cat eyeing it's ensnared prey.

"Ladies first." She said, before pressing lust filled kiss to his lips, his fingers searching for the bit of cloth that kept him too modest for her liking.

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It was well into the night by the time they finished, The Moon was high, lighting the darkness that had fallen around them, a chill set in, as Robyn tugged on her clean clothes, though by this point the ones she'd washed either were nice and dry.

She slipped on her oversize boots, loose breeches, clamped on a belt, and tugged on a loose cotton top. All the while, her mind replayed the events that transpired between them. He wasn't lying about his magic, as she was sure she'd shown him hers, she was raised in a brothel, she knew a thing or two, or three about pleasuring a man. He'd be sporting fresh lines of claw mark down his back, and love bites everywhere else. It was fun, it was worth all the games, and the waiting. Most men left her wanting by was of dissatisfaction, he left her wanting, by way of more.

She turned to him, as she finished. "Aren't you going to be cold?" She said, walking up to him, with her usual swagger. "We have some clothes inside, but I don't know how they'll fit." She said, her eyes falling down his legs and back up again with a knowing grin.

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About halfway through feeling had returned to his leg and he was able to show her what he had. Although he had saved some back for the eventual next time, or at least he wanted there to be a next time admittedly. Afterwards he'd gone for another dip into the river, swimming back up to the original spot they'd started at. He exited the water as she was pulling her clothes on and he laid down in the grass, drying off in the moonlight the time for modesty past.

"Aren't you going to be cold? We have some clothes inside, but I don't know how they'll fit." She said sauntering up and standing over him. She seemed to have a satisfied glow about her, and he took a personal pride in that. He was sure he was giving off such a glow as well.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "I'll be fine. For one buckskins are remarkably warm, secondly I'm a hardy sort," he said with a smile and a wink as he lay exposed in the chill wind without showing outward signs of discomfort. Eventually though he got up and tied his loincloth back on before slipping back into his buckskin pants and soft leather boots. His poncho blanket shirt was back in the cave as were his blankets. He also slipped his weapons back into place.

The only part of him that wasn't dry was his middle back long hair. He whipped it over his shoulder and started wringing it out, water pouring out of it. He then proceeded to braid it loosely, every so often placing a hawk feather or claw as he did so. It took about ten minutes. After the laborious process was done he rolled his shoulders and stretched out his left leg, working away some of the phantom layover pain.

"Well, shall we rejoin the others," he asked, turning to her. He was just remembering he had to go back to a cave, he was half tempted to just say he was staying in the forest. But he decided he wasn't going to do that, if for no other reason than to not be sleeping out in the open alone as someone was certainly hunting them.

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"I'll be fine. For one buckskins are remarkably warm, secondly I'm a hardy sort," Came his reply, causing Robyn to snicker, he seemed jut as satisfied as she'd been,for which she was glad. She watched him unabashed as he dressed, He seemed perfectly fine out here, naked, in the wind. She was from a tropical climate and personally hated all manner of cold air.
He took a moment to braid his hair, that had come undone during the swim, and the events preceding, and then worked out tht left that had been bothering him earlier. She noticed it before, he seemed to struggle with it a bit, but at the time, she was in control so it didn't matter much, eventually though, whatever was ailing him went away the moment he decided to take control.

"Well, Shall we rejoin the others," He told her and she nodded, gesturing in the direction of the cave. "Yes, I have something in mind, but is that leg going to be problem?" She asked him, with a frown, lust replaced by concern and slight annoyance in her eyes. "For what I have planned, I need you well, or at the very least I need to be able to compensate for whatever this is." He told him, Outlaw boss all the more

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He smiled and rolled his eyes. "Its nothing really. Its just leftover from a bullet I took in the back of my knee fighting ex-confederate jackasses that believed I'd do better in a cage than free." He grinned wickedly, "obviously it ended poorly for them. But ever since then every so often the bullet pushes against something and the leg locks up." He shrugged, "it's never acted up during a battle or when I really needed it. So I wouldn't worry about it."

He rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles. "So, what do you have planned? Train job, bank heist, wells-fargo stickup," he said with an amused smile. Outlaw work was nothing new to him, as he'd done his fair share of it along his travels. He usually tried to avoid bring attention to himself so during such jobs he didn't do them very often.

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Cole rolled his eye in response. "Its nothing really. Its just leftover from a bullet I took in the back of my knee fighting ex-confederate jackasses that believed I'd do better in a cage than free." He told her with wicked grin. "obviously it ended poorly for them. But ever since then every so often the bullet pushes against something and the leg locks up." He said and with a shrug, while she looked down at his leg, as if somehow she could see the bullet. "it's never acted up during a battle or when I really needed it. So I wouldn't worry about it." He told her but she was dubious.

"If you say so." She told him, folding her arm. Perhaps his spirits really did look out of him. "So, what do you have planned? Train job, bank heist, wells-fargo stickup,"

She grinned. "A little of all." She told him. "C'mon, I need to discuss this with the boys." She said, and they walked inside.

Once there, Robyn was greeted with a welcoming grin from Jack, and a incredulous look from Casey. They both knew full well who she was, and how she liked to do thing, only Jack hadn't been one of those unlucky few to share her bed, and Casey was. He was looking in the wrong place for her love.


"Cap." Jack said, offering her a bottle of rum, as she walked by and she grabbed it, taking a seat by the fire. She sighed as the fire chased the chill away. "You drink, Mon'amie? Jack asked Cole, offering him a bottle as well but Robyn shook her head. "Eh, more for us then." he said.

Robyn cracked up the bottle, and took a swig before addressing them. "Alright, so I've been musing something, we have to wait a while before doing this, since, we, with the our red friend here has brought all manner of hell down upon Quinto and his men." She said shooting playful glare in Cole's direction before looking toward them all.

"I'm thinking Union Pacific."

Jack choked on his rum. "The Union Pacific With the---"He gestured animatedly. "And the..."
"The very same."Robyn said proudly. "It comes from San Francisco Mint, holding -at the very least $20 Gold Pieces and a helluva lot of paper." She told them. "That train doesn't stop," Casey chimed in. "But it does, right here, it only stops once, and it's for water."

"It'll be heavily armed."

"Yes, which is why I waited until we found the perfect addition to our gang." She said and gestured to Cole, even though she was still dubious about that leg.
"He only kills when necessary." Casey said, folding his arms. "Yes, but if we do this right, we might not have to kill anyone, it stop at night, and they leave the train for a drink, we can do it then,."

"Since when do you not want to kill anyone."Casey pressed

"Who says I didn't, " Robyn retorted quickly, she knew what he was getting at, as she sure they all did. Was she changing her ways because of Cole and his morals. No she most certainly was not.

"I'm hoping they attack, and we kill them all. We'll go down in history if we do." she said as if she was turned on by the very idea of it.

"Well, I'm in." Jack said, raising his bottle. "Casey?" Robyn said, baiting him with her eyes. "You already know the answers yes," He said, she could hear was he didn't say 'Someone needs to keep an eye on you.' but she left it alone for now. She'll deal with him and his attitude later.


"So, Red? What say you, we have a lot of planning to do, but if we succeed, we'll live like kings," She said and cocking her head. "Or, Queen in my case." She added.

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Cole followed her into the cave and set the rest of his stuff by his bedroll. He didn't bother to put on his poncho shirt, letting her marks on him be shown loud and clear. "You drink, Mon'amie?" Jack asked, offering him a bottle of rum.

He simply raised a hand and shook his head. "No thanks, been a long time since I drank and I don't plan on starting again now."

"Alright, so I've been musing something, we have to wait a while before doing this, since, we, with the our red friend here has brought all manner of hell down upon Quinto and his men." At this he shot her a playful wink, Jack stifling a chuckle. "I'm thinking Union Pacific."

Cole had to admit, he was intrigued by her choice. Yes, it would be a very very lucrative heist, but also ludicrously dangerous. The rest of the chatter faded into the background as he started running through the heist and how he would plan it. He understood that it only stopped once for water in the town indicated, but who said an unscheduled stop couldn't be in order.

"So, Red? What say you, we have a lot of planning to do, but if we succeed, we'll live like kings," She said and cocking her head. "Or, Queen in my case."

He started slightly as he looked up from his imaginary map towards her. "Of course, though I do have a few points to raise about this plan. While them stopping in the town for water provides a unique opportunity, they also provide a danger. That particular town has a US Calvary unit stationed near there. And unless I'm mistaken they're the 104th Indian hunter regiment, one of the more notorious ones. While it doesn't make the job impossible, it certainly makes it much much harder." He paused for breath and reaction.

He sat back on a chair, honestly fairly surprised that none of the other gang was offering other alternatives to the plan. He was the new guy true, and they had no reason to trust or listen to him. But if he was going to be part of this gang he was going to have his two cents in on the planning. "Now I have a few alterations to the plan if you care to listen to them. If not then I'll roll along with the plan."

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"Of course, though I do have a few points to raise about this plan. While them stopping in the town for water provides a unique opportunity, they also provide a danger. That particular town has a US Calvary unit stationed near there. And unless I'm mistaken they're the 104th Indian hunter regiment, one of the more notorious ones. While it doesn't make the job impossible, it certainly makes it much much harder." Cole said and Robyn nodded, already making adjustments in her mind. All of this they would have figured out but she had to make sure the rest of them wanted to do it.

"Now I have a few alterations to the plan if you care to listen to them. If not then I'll roll along with the plan." He added and Casey looked at him. "We haven't started planning yet." He said, annoyed. "He's part of the crew now, Mon'amie, give 'em a chance." Jack told him with a backhand to the larger man's shoulder.

"I would if he wasn't trying to alter shit before we had time to plan it."Casey said sending him a dark look. Robyn huffed. She didn't have time for this pissing contest. She tossed back her rum, wishing she wasn't as good with holding her liquor, she really wanted to be drunk right now. "Did you have something you wanted to add, Bones?" She asked him. "You can talk too, obviously." She said, tossing a hand.

"I'll go into town, see what I can find out about the water station, and the stops, then we can plan....properly" Casey said, that last bit he tossed in Cole's direction.

Robyn knew this would calm down after a few days, but Casey could see the marks she left on his skin, so he was liable to be a bit ornery, just knew he wouldn't let that get in the way of the job. He'll just be as annoying as the day is long for a bit. Robyn turned her attention to Cole.

"Alright, you do that, but Cole, you seem to know a fair bit about this rail line, so tell me, what did you have in mind?"

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Cole took the berating from Casey with a raised eyebrow and his usual cool exterior. When Robyn turned her attention back to him he fished a few hand rolled cigarettes and some matches from his buckskin pouch. Lighting one up he offered them to the rest of the crew. "Perhaps alterations was a poor choice of words. Suggestions would have been more accurate. I apologize."

He realized that this was no time to be messing with the unity of their little gang, so he was trying to soothe some nerves. He meant them, well, Casey, no ill will so he was trying to preserve the peace. He took a long drag on the smoke before tapping the ash off to the side. "I spent a lot of time in that area before the calvary set up a fort just north of the town and the rail line into it. Obviously I left after they arrived, so I'm not up to date on the route schedules and watering times. But I do know that there's a telegraph office with a direct line to the fort. And if that gets set off then within minutes we'd have the calvary so far up our asses we'd be tasting horse for a week. That is assuming we make it out at all."

He leaned against the wall of the cave as he spoke and smoked. "So there's a few ways that I see of eliminating that threat. One, we neutrilize the Telegraph office. Now that could be by cutting the lines, getting rid of the operator, or blowing the damn thing up. The other way is we provide a reason for the calvary to be drawn in the opposite direction of the train." He flicked ash from his cigarette, tapping it against the wall. "A few explosions off to the north of them, something to draw them out and get them away from the fight."

He finished the dying embers of the cigarette and ground the rest of it against the wall. "But Casey is right, he or jack should go down into town to get the specifics on the route schedule and the water station," he said with a deferential nod towards Casey. "And it may be worth sabotaging the water tanks. Make it so they can't get the right amount of water. But again Caseys right, that'll have to wait until he's brought more information." Having seemed to have said his piece he moved over to his saddle and sat on it, lighting up another cigarette.

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Cole, being diplomatic it seems, offered each of them a freshly rolled cigarette. Casey looked hesitate but took this as a peace offering, and accepted the cigarette. "Perhaps alterations was a poor choice of words. Suggestions would have been more accurate. I apologize." He said, and Casey shrugged, while Robyn watched closely. She lit hers by the flame, and took a long drag. "I spent a lot of time in that area before the Calvary set up a fort just north of the town and the rail line into it. Obviously I left after they arrived, so I'm not up to date on the route schedules and watering times. But I do know that there's a telegraph office with a direct line to the fort. And if that gets set off then within minutes we'd have the Calvary so far up our asses we'd be tasting horse for a week. That is assuming we make it out at all."

"We'll make it out." Jack mused aloud, taking a drag from his cigarette too.

"So there's a few ways that I see of eliminating that threat. One, we neutralize the Telegraph office. Now that could be by cutting the lines, getting rid of the operator, or blowing the damn thing up. The other way is we provide a reason for the Calvary to be drawn in the opposite direction of the train." He said and Robyn already thought of a solution. Blow something up, half a mile away, that'll get them away for enough time. "A few explosions off to the north of them, something to draw them out and get them away from the fight." He said, reading her thoughts, or she read his. Either way they were on the same page.

But Casey is right, he or jack should go down into town to get the specifics on the route schedule and the water station," He added and Robyn nodded, looking at Casey whose nerves seemed to abate with the help of the cigarette. He nodded in agreement.

"And it may be worth sabotaging the water tanks. Make it so they can't get the right amount of water. But again Casey's right, that'll have to wait until he's brought more information." He said, and took a seat, finished with his thoughts.

"I'll go into town alone, Jack can't go...He's a little too---"

"French." Jack chimed and Casey nodded before gesturing to himself. "I blend in rather well." He said, and it was true. "Aye, He does the supply runs, I turned heads." She said with a grin, causing both men to chuckle. "You are about subtle as a hurricane with that get up, and Jack is just too damn french." She said with a smile. Jack grinned proudly. "I'll do a quick supply run, come back, and leave again for North, it'll be a few days but by then I should have enough information for us to pull this off." Casey said, already sounding like he was in a better mood.

"It's settled then, We're doing this?" Robyn said and the boys rose their bottles. "We are." Jack said and Casey gave a simple nod. She nodded again, already feeling the rush of adventure in her chest at the idea of this. If they pulled this off, they'll sing songs about it, chiseling their names- her name- in history.

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Cole watched what proceeded after his speech. It seemed as if the mood had shifted back down fortunately. He took a long drag on the cigarette, the tip glowing a sharp clear red in the gradually chilling air. It was starting to get to the point where even he was feeling the cold. He slipped into his poncho styled shirt and started making his bed area.

He placed the bedroll on the opposite side of the saddle between it and the wall, the saddle obscuring the upper half of his body. This wasn't due to distrust, it was just habit. The Saddle would provide a bit of shielding he may end up needing. His blankets were colorful and patterned in the Apache style. Slipping his weapons out of their holsters he placed the tomahawk at the head of his bed, the .45 to the right of his head, and the knife under eh extra blanket he was using as a pillow.

As he laid down he finished off his cigarette with a long slow drag and ground it against the wall. As he laid there under the blankets, his arms under his head, he thought about the events that had led up to this point in his life. He wasn't thinking that where he was was bad, but it was certainly interesting. He smiled to himself as he got to the events of the night in his retrospective. As he laid there he thought about what was to come and the heist. But something kept nagging at the back of his mind, an old legend that he'd heard years ago and pursued for a while. He didn't know why it was creeping into his mind, but it was, and he couldn't help but think that he may have found a group to help him obtain it. Pending the next job of course.

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Casey rode out a few days earlier, leaving just Robyn, Jack, and Cole. She was getting restless and it seemed she wasn't the only one. Jack was perfectly fine, lazying around, but Cole seemed to prefer being out doors, or rather not in the cave. She couldn't blame him. Anxiousness was getting to her, and the longer Casey was gone, the more she feared the worse. He'd done this before, half a hundred times, and he always came back, but it didn't stop her from being worried. He was an outlaw, as bizarre as it was. He was too...normal. Tall, Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes, the picture of white society, but he couldn't be bothered with that life, he didn't have a superiority complex. In fact, it was the rest he was outlawed anyway. He was a deserter, and was supposed to be hanged for it but he had a very good reason for it.

If they caught him, they'd make an example out of him for sure.

With this, plaguing her thoughts, Robyn waited at the entrance of the cave, watching for Casey's return, slowly driving herself insane. He should be arriving any moment now.

"Oy, Cap, You know it's only going to make it worse right?" Jack called, stoking the flame. "What?"
"Waiting for Billy, He'll come back."

"I know that."

"So why do that to yourself, relax, have a bottle or two." He said, and she rose her half empty bottle. "Already on it." She said, and Jack sighed. "Where'd the native go?"

"I don't know."

"He'll be easier to find, since you look like you need to keep busy."

"For what?"

"I don't think I need to explain that to you of all people, Cap."

Robyn rolled her eyes but chuckled.. "I don't go seconds." She told him and Jack laughed. "Ah well, I'm still waiting on my first."

"Don't hold your breath." She said and the two shared a chuckle.

"I do wonder where he goes off to." She said and pushed herself off the cave wall and starting out.

"I won't wait up."Jack said with a raise of his bottle. Robyn turned up her nose.

"Fuck you."

"Please?"

Another laugh between the two before Robyn was out of ear shot. "Cole, you out here somewhere?" She called, once she got to the river. She wanted to know more about his spirits. She'd always had an interest in them, even if they did nothing for her, they seemed to work for him. Maybe she was just doing it wrong?

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Cole had been spending the past few days outside as often as he could. He didn't like being trapped in the cave, it rankled with him and seemed to sap his spirit the longer he was in there. So, consequently he spent almost all of his time outside. He made it work for the group though, keeping them well fed as he hunted.

He'd brought a bow and a few arrows with his gear. It was just a short hunting bow, not suitable for battle, not that he felt comfortable using it for battle. He was a sharp with a rifle, not a bow. He couldn't hit a moving target with a bow for shit, but he was good enough to hit a stationary deer. He'd also set up a few snares set up to catch rabbits and the like.

When Robyn entered the clearing around the river, he'd just put an arrow into a 7 point buck. He was kneeling by the buck holding its head down as he chanted quickly, before slipping his hunting knife between its ribs directly into its heart. This gave the beast a quick clean end to its suffering. After doing so he thanked the animal for its life and death, then cleaned off his blade in the river.

"Cole, you out here somewhere?"

Cole looked up and smiled to himself. He gave the quick high whistle of a robin to signal where he was. He would be quite a sight. He had stripes of camouflaging mud all over his exposed upper half as his lower half had his dark buckskins. He started gutting the deer, sliding the entrails he didn't want kept into the river to feed the fish. He would finish the preparation of the deer once he'd hauled it back to the cave.

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Robyn jumped a little at the robin whistle and she couldn't help but smile. She was alone so she allowed herself a full smile, chipped tooth and all. She didn't know why she liked that, but she did, probably because she couldn't whistle She walked over to the sound, and was startled by the sight of him. "What in the actual hell having you gotten yourself in to?" She asked, as she looked him up and down. He was covered in what she hoped was mud, while he was elbow deep in a deer.

"You know what, I don't want to know, I don't even know why I'm surprised." She said, leaning against a tree. "So is this what you've been up to all this time?" She asked,"It's almost as if you don't want to be around me." She teased, knowing that was hardly true. She did noticed he seemed to not want to be in the cave, but she couldn't imagine him being claustrophobic but then again, no one would guess that was true for her either.

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"What in the actual hell having you gotten yourself in to? "You know what, I don't want to know, I don't even know why I'm surprised." She said, leaning against a tree. "So is this what you've been up to all this time? It's almost as if you don't want to be around me."

He smiled and finished up field cleaning the deer. He slipped out of the buckskins and waded into the river to wash off. "Of course not m'dear, I was just getting us some lunch, and dinner, and probably dried meat for the next couple days," he said with a chuckle, the mud coming off easily. He wasn't going to tell her that he didn't want to be in the cave, she'd probably assume he was claustrophobic or something, and he could not afford to look weak in front of her or anyone for that matter.

He cupped water in his hands and washed the mud off of his face. "And for your information, it was just mud, deliberately applied for camouflage," he said with a chuckle as he stepped out of the water and sat cross-legged on a wide flat rock on the side of the river she was on. "So, what brings you out my way litu dloo?"

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ImageRobyn was surprised by how he simply slipped out of his breeches, in front of her. He had about as much shame as she did, which was not much, if any. ""Of course not m'dear, I was just getting us some lunch, and dinner, and probably dried meat for the next couple days," He told her, washing off in the water. She shifted against the tree, watching his form as he cleansed himself in the water. She wasn't going to sleep with him again, but she couldn't deny that the sight of him affected her.

"And for your information, it was just mud, deliberately applied for camouflage," He said and she shrugged. "I really don't care." She murmurer, before he stepped out of the water, and took a seat on a rock, much like he had the other day. "So, what brings you out my way litu dloo?" He asked and she frowned ."Boredom mostly, what did you just call me?" She said, with a curious frown and a cock of her head.

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He grinned to and shook his head with a chuckle. "Red-bird, commonly translated as Robin as they'res no direct translatable word in my mothers tongue." He closed his eyes and breathed a large sigh as he rolled his head and neck, loosening those muscles. While he was still rather shameless, he was still wearing his loincloth. It wasn't a shame thing, it was a comfort and tradition thing.

"I'm sure an inventive woman such as yourself could figure out something to do to stave off the boredom," he said his eyes still closed. His hands were on his knees and his elbows were splayed out. He looked much like he was about to meditate or was already in a meditative state. However he was completely alert. The sounds of birds singing their songs, looking for their flock, the hares and otters foraging along the edge of the river just under the brush. The feel of the light cedar, pine, and earth scented breeze kissing his bronze skin. The world was so peaceful and serene in this moment, it was hard to believe that within the next few days they'd be pulling off one of the biggest heists in the history of heists.

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"Red-bird, commonly translated as Robin as they'res no direct translatable word in my mothers tongue." He told her, working out the muscles in his neck. "Ah." She hummed. "Alright then." She said, it wasn't the first time she was called that, BlackJack Janye called her that. She wasn't opposed to it. "I'm sure an inventive woman such as yourself could figure out something to do to stave off the boredom," He said, and she smirked. "Which is why I'm here." She said, and noticed he seemed to only be half paying attention. "More native magic?" She said, though she was teasing, he was curious. She was curious about a lot of things having to do with his people. Not unlike her own, to which she'd never got to learn much from. She wasn't above learning from him. "Show me, My spirits don't listen to me, but perhaps yours will, you can put in a good word for me." She said, half teasing and half seriousness.

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He cracked his slow easy grin before opening his eyes and resuming his full perceived attention on Robyn. "Now there's a request. The only thing about that is that my spirits are of my ancestors. They reside in everything around us, and more importantly in here," he said pointing from his head to his chest. "But there are supernatural forces around us that can be sought, but unfortunately I never got that far in my teachings. I just know they are something to be respected. But there is the creator, the earth, mountains, sun, and moon, these are the cardinal spirits."

He smiled again and shook his head gently. "But I'm probably confusing you. Hell I'm confusing myself," he said with a chuckle. "Come here and sit next to me and I'll try and show you what I mean," he said scooting over on the rock. He indicated a space in front of him. He wasn't sure what he was going to be able to show her, as it very much depended on her and how she felt things. He could only give her the basis, the meditation techniques, what to feel and look for. He couldn't actually contact her ancestral spirits, all he could do would be to give her the tools to, the rest was up to her.

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Cole gave her a slow grin, as he opened his eyes. "Now there's a request. The only thing about that is that my spirits are of my ancestors. They reside in everything around us, and more importantly in here," He told her, pointing to his head and his heart. "But there are supernatural forces around us that can be sought, but unfortunately I never got that far in my teachings. I just know they are something to be respected. But there is the creator, the earth, mountains, sun, and moon, these are the cardinal spirits." He said, and she arched an eyebrow. She had no idea what he was talking about.
He shook his head, probably seeing the confusion on her face. "But I'm probably confusing you. Hell I'm confusing myself," He said and she chuckled slightly as well. "Come here and sit next to me and I'll try and show you what I mean," He said, and she pursed her lips as he moved over on his rock. She pushed off the tree, her arms folded before staking a seat beside him.
"This better not be a ploy to get me close. All you had to do was ask?" She said, hiding her sudden nerves behind her joke.

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He chuckled, "don't you think that I could think about a more clever ploy to get you close to me," he asked giving her a cheeky wink.

He shifted so he was facing her fully, their knees almost touching. "Now, I'm not going to promise anything. A lot of people would perceive what may happen as a dream. Or in some cases a messed up fever dream. But I believe that dreams are just a way that our ancestors, our watching spirits, communicate with us. I also believe that our personal spirit has a physical form in nature, mine is a hawk."

He wondered what her's would end up being, though he doubted she'd tell him. After he found out what his was he was very reluctant to tell anyone what it was. And he would respect it if she didn't want to. "Now, usually its a full ritual with dancing and an elder chanting and guiding you through it. But I didn't get that, and because of the pushing of the people from their ancestral homes, it's exceedingly rare." He shrugged with a heavy sigh. It was extremely disheartening what was happening to his mothers people. The systematic dismantling of their culture, their way of life, was exceedingly sad and infuriating. The problem was, while he felt closer to his mothers people, he would never be accepted by them because of his father.

He returned from the past to the present with a deep cleansing breath. "First thing you need to do is clear your mind. I know it sounds cheesy and chliche, but it is something that needs to happen. Then you need to allow the spirits of your ancestors, the creator, and the others to show you what you need to see. For it will usually never be what you want to see. The rest, leave to me."


He fished a small packet of herbs from the hollowed horn he kept near him at all times. He then found a small indent in the rock between the two of them and placed some of the herbs in the small hollow. He then started chanting slowly and deliberately as he lit the herbs. The herbs started smoldering much like tobacco would, sending thin wisps of smoke curling around and through them. Finding its way naturally into their nostrils, leaving a slightly smoky and sweet scent behind. He then rested his wrists against his thighs and started the meat of the chant. In essentia he was attempting to entreat her spirits and the creator, sun, moon, and the others to speak to her. If he was being honest, he wasn't sure it would work. He almost wasn't sure he wanted it to work. Not to keep his beliefs to himself, but for her own safety. The spirits were fickle beings, and he didn't know what they would show her.

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"Don't you think that I could think about a more clever ploy to get you close to me," Was Cole's response with a cheeky grin. Robyn could only smirk half heartedly as he moved to face her, nearly knee to knee. "Now, I'm not going to promise anything. A lot of people would perceive what may happen as a dream. Or in some cases a messed up fever dream. But I believe that dreams are just a way that our ancestors, our watching spirits, communicate with us. I also believe that our personal spirit has a physical form in nature, mine is a hawk." He told her and she wondered what hers would be, would it be a robin. She was named for the bird after all. She found it interesting what he said about dreams. She purposely didn't dream, she hardly slept, she rested her mind and body but didn't dare allow herself to sleep fully. That was a place she didn't want to visit and if what he said was true, then this was not looking good for her.

"Now, usually its a full ritual with dancing and an elder chanting and guiding you through it. But I didn't get that, and because of the pushing of the people from their ancestral homes, it's exceedingly rare." He said, forlornly. She understood. She was taken from her home, even if she didn't have family there. She had one person, but he was long gone now. She didn't know if he would remembered the little girl with the love of peaches and thirst for adventure.

He took a breath, calling her from her thoughts. "First thing you need to do is clear your mind. I know it sounds cheesy and cliche, but it is something that needs to happen. Then you need to allow the spirits of your ancestors, the creator, and the others to show you what you need to see. For it will usually never be what you want to see. The rest, leave to me." He said and she shifted a little, sitting a little straighter, before she closed her eyes and pushed her thoughts from her mind. She wanted something to happen as much a she didn't, she wanted to do all that she could just to prove him wrong, or at least that's what she told herself.

She allow her mind to slow, as if she were trying to go to sleep. Her body relax, tension melting as his low chanting lulled her.
A strange smell flitting into her chest, taking a deep breath in, suddenly she felt somewhat dazed, as if she were drunk. This was different thought, she wasn't numb, like she would have been with alcohol, instead, she felt everything. The rock beneath her, the wind around them, even Cole, it was something like his body heat, but not, it was what she could only describe as his aura. It was warm, and oddly safe.

Her eyes opened slowly, the world around her was in brilliant color, and seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. "What is this...?" She asked no one in particular, before something shuffled just behind Cole. She leaned a bit, and found a small fox peeking out of a small brush beside the water. It's eyes were amber, much like...."Oh...Is that?" She reached out to it, and it shrunk back. "It won't come to me..." She told him, before standing up, and slowly following it. She turned back and found her body still seated with Cole, her eyes closed. "Bloody hell,." She breathed and watched as her body spoke those words. The fox mewed behind her, "Oh, hello." She said, and kneeled down, reaching out to the little thing but it hissed. "I'm not going hurt you." She told it but it ducked back behind the brush. She felt compelled to follow it, only to find a small sobbing child in it's place. Robyn flinched, her heart racing.

"Hello little one." She said tentatively. The little girl turned to her, big brown eyes wide and full of fear. She knew this face, she wore this face.
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It was in that instant, the world around them changed, warped into someplace dark and desolate.

The small girl grabbed her arm, trembling.

"What? What's happening?" She said and as soon as she turned to look to see the girl now chained to a wall, her arms up above her head.

"No..." Robyn breathed, eyes in her own eyes.

"He's coming..." the girl whimpered.

In that moment, Robyn stood before a man, whips and chains in his hand. He walked through her, giving her chills in the process as he stood before the girl.

"No! Let her be!" Robyn barked reaching for her weapon but there was none. Robyn turned away, covering her ears so not to hear the sounds of the whip. "He's dead, I killed him, he's dead...." She told herself over and over, flinched with each crack of the whip and then suddenly she was back, sitting with Cole, eyes wide and full of unfallen tears.

She opened her mouth, trembling. "W-why....w-why did they show me that?" She asked him, almost accusatory. Standing up, her legs unsteady beneath her. "Why?!" She shouted at him, clenching both fists, ready to strike at the wrong word, trembling still.