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Manuel Castillo

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a character in “Last Of The Revenants”, originally authored by phosphene, as played by RolePlayGateway

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xxxxx|| Name || Manuel Castillo Aguilar
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xxxxx|| Nicknames || Manny
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xxxxx|| Gender || Cismale
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xxxxx|| Age || 28
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xxxxx|| Birthday || December 24
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xxxxx|| Sexuality || Bisexual
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xxxxx|| Role || Hunter
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xxxxx|| Height || 5'8"
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xxxxx|| Weight || 155
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xxxxx|| Hair Color || Black
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xxxxx|| Eye Color || Brown
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xxxxx|| Identifying Features || His glorious mustache.
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xxxxx|| Description || idk what you want from me: look at this man, he's beautiful, he's gorgeous, he's wearing time-period incorrect clothing but he suits the setting. manny is literally perfection and i will fight you if you try to tell me otherwise.
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If there’s one thing people who know Manuel can agree on, it’s that he’s confident; not in an arrogant way, he has a quiet, cool confidence about him. He knows what he’s capable of, and what he can reasonably accomplish. He doesn’t let that cloud his judgement, however. He’s extremely cautious (less so of people than monsters and situations), and tends to fully analyze every situation when he can. Part of his confidence in his abilities comes from not jumping into situations before he knows what’s happening.

Manny tries to treat everyone fairly, give everyone a chance, though he does occasionally struggle with it. But in a world where creatures kill indiscriminately, it doesn’t seem right to discriminate who can (or should) kill the creatures in return. Still, he can struggle with wanting to protect others rather than assist them, especially those that he (or society) may deem more vulnerable.

He isn’t much of a conversationalist (and don’t confuse his silence for wisdom or thought, he often just doesn’t have much to say), especially when the topic is himself. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to let people in, or doesn’t want to create relationships with people, but more that he genuinely doesn’t consider himself to have much worth saying, and his past is an uncomfortable burden that he chooses to bare alone. That is not to say that he never talks, he does (and he’s not above the occasional joke or sarcastic response to a stupid question), but he prefers to listen. The one thing he loves, though, is gossip. If you want to get him talking, that is a sure way to do it.

Manuel can seem pretty even-tempered, and by all means he’s a fairly agreeable man, but he isn’t particularly forgiving. Crossing him is the surest way to get on his bad side, and he tends to remember people for the ways they’ve wronged him. Of course, he isn’t so quick to forget the good people have done for him, either. Perhaps he’s pessimistic, or maybe he ignored red flags for too long in the past, but the bad always seems to stand out above the good in his mind.

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xxxxx|| Likes || Horses, i dont fucking know probably like whiskey and his mustache
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h i s t o r y

Manuel was just a boy when violence broke out in Texas; he’d been born there, it was the only life he’d ever known. It was never a particularly peaceful place to live, it was rough, there was little comfort there, and there was always the risk of an attack here and there, but war was something he’d never seen before, much less war fought over his home. White men won that war, and Texas was a state by the time he became a man. All of this shaped his life, his experiences. As a boy he had to learn that there were men out there that would kill him for nothing more than daring to exist, and he had to learn to accept that. There was little else he could do.

But work was plentiful, and Manny had grown up ranching so his skill was valuable. He would likely never have a lot, but he knew he could make a nice little life for himself. For a family, even. He was barely a man when he met Soledad, and she captured his whole heart. He was a different man then; still full of hope, love, and the promise of a brighter future. When you’re young and still believe you can do anything, the world looks like a different place.

It was perfect, for a time, just the two of them. Then there was the three of them, and things were still good. Life seemed simpler then, or maybe it was just happier. The time he had with them, seeing his daughter grow, it’s not something a man forgets.

Gloria was almost two, her birthday was fast approaching. They couldn’t afford much, but maybe they could have a little cake for her birthday. Something sweet, even if she wouldn’t remember it. But one day when Manuel came home, something in the air didn’t feel right. At first, he thought that he should leave; he almost felt like he was intruding. Sometimes he wishes he’d left, that he hadn’t stepped foot through the door. The images of them (what was left of them) aren’t easily forgotten. The only thing worse than what he saw was the knowledge that he wasn’t there. He hadn’t been there, and he could have done something. Or he could have died with them. Manuel didn’t know what did this, he never got many answers, but he knew that this was not the work of any man or beast he’d encountered.

It doesn’t take long for a man with enough determination to start finding answers, and though he never found out anything definitive, he was pointed towards hunters. They could help him. They could teach him. They helped him plenty; every monster he killed was another that couldn’t take someone from their family, and that helped him feel less empty. As a hunter, you learn fast or you die, and he learned fast. The past five years of his life, he had been living and breathing hunting, hardly stopping for longer than needed to nurse his wounds and replenish his supplies.


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So begins...

Manuel Castillo's Story

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The few people left in the store were in a panic- not that Temperance could blame them- and it was difficult to try to get everyone to stay calm and get anything helpful done. Requests that the people stay calm and help her move things to barricade the doors were met with panicked blabbering and hysterical crying. These people, it seemed, had already decided they were going to die, so there wasn’t much use trying to get them to do anything else. Wonderful, thought Temperance, I can’t move any of this on my own. The two middle aged women could have been plenty help, if they could stay calm. As it was, they were mostly just feeding off each other’s fear, and making Temperance feel more afraid than she had before.

She really felt as though she was getting a handle on things, when someone came crashing through the window. She screamed. The other women in the store screamed. There was crying. Temperance felt sure that this woman who’d come crashing through the window must be dead or dying. There was blood, and being hurdled through a window like that wasn’t something a person easily walks away from. Then she rolled over and got up. Honestly, that was more fear-inducing than the thought that Temperance had just watched someone die.

Tempe tried not to shrink back when the woman looked at her, but something about her was almost chilling. Every revenant or hunter Temperance had ever met had been so different (not that she’d met an abundance), and it was difficult to know what kind you were running into. She fumbled a bit when the hunter tossed her a gun, saying she doubted Tempe knew how to use it. Temperance knew the basics, but she wasn’t sure she could do any good.

Temperance didn’t have much time to catch her breath after the woman jumped back through the window (she thought it was a bad idea. The woman was already hurt. But she likely wouldn’t have listened to Temperance even if she’d given her the chance to speak out), shortly afterwards Temperance saw another wendigo jump up, presumably to the roof. “Shit,” She mumbled, more to herself than anything. That wasn’t in the plan.

Then the woman from before- who Temperance had let on the roof- came tumbling down, breaking a cart that was sitting there. It was stupid and impressive, but the wendigo followed quickly after, and before long the creature was on fire. It’s screams were probably the worst sound that Temperance had ever heard in her life, but the two people outside the shop (Temperance assumed they were both hunters, like the woman who’d been flung through her window. She had no way to be sure, but who else knew how to deal with monsters?) quickly took care of the beast. Temperance didn’t know much about wendigos, or what killing them entailed, but knowing that there was one less running through the town was a relief. She let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.

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Manuel had been on the road for a long time. Too long. It had been weeks since he’d eaten a proper meal (meaning: not something he’d killed and cooked up that was hardly palatable), and even longer since he’d slept in a proper bed. He figured it was long past time he was able to properly bathe and wash his clothing. Maybe sleep longer than was typically considered acceptable. Needed some supplies, too. So he’d decided: the next town he came across, he was going to stop in for a few days. He had been ignoring towns and people for the last while (read: most of the past five years of his life), he mostly found them to be distracting. It was almost as if he were afraid he would find a place he liked, would want to stay, put down roots again. This life was almost like a punishment he was imposing on himself, though only heaven knew when he would decide he’d suffered enough.

The closer he got to the next town, though, an unmistakable scent filled the air. Wendigos. And during the day. That wasn’t in the plan. The idea that he could just change course and skip over to the next town didn’t even cross Manuel’s mind: he’d become a hunter, and hunting these things was what he did. It was what he’d reinvented himself to be. There was no question that he was going to go on into town to help out. Besides, sometimes when you save someone’s life, you get a free meal out of it, and that was more than he asked for as a hunter.

He left his horse on the edge of town. He didn’t tie her up too tightly; hopefully, if it came to it, she would be able to get free and run to safety. Or to her death. Either way, she wouldn’t die tied up and completely helpless, which made him feel better about it. She was the only friend he had; with him on the long days, and cold nights. Good listener, too. Not much of a conversationalist, though. That was fine, though. She was really the only living thing Manuel ever confided in, told his worries to. She was also the last link he had to his life before monsters had torn his life apart. Miel felt like family, and Manuel would likely never be able to forgive himself if he knew she’d somehow suffered.

He heard the commotion in town from a ways off. It was the standard thing you hear during a monster attack, regardless of the type. Gunshots, screaming, crying, more screaming. It was strange, really, how you got used to the sounds of human suffering. Over time, it began to feel like just another day. At first, that had made Manuel feel guilty; but just like the horrors he’d seen had stopped being shocking, the guilt faded in time, too.

He quickly took in what he could; there was a lot happening. Through the chaos, he noticed a few things: this town had a seemingly disproportionate number of hunters hanging around, and at first glance they seemed to have things under control. There was a bit of property damage, but being caught by surprise tended to end that way. But Manny knew that fighting just one of these things was tough, and could be exhausting. There was one, moving through the streets. The way it moved, Manuel figured it must be blind. It was sometimes hard to tell, but he would bet on it.

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The other hunter only stuck around just long enough for her to clear the tavern, before disappearing without a word. She just shook her head as she peered out back out on to the main street. As far as the destruction went, the tavern appeared to have fared relatively lightly. The window of the general store was smashed in, and a few other buildings looked a little worse for wear. At least that was something. And what was more, looking around, there only seemed to be one more of the creatures roaming around. It's behaviour patterns seemed to be that of a blind wendigo, which was a blessing and a curse. Blind wendigos presented their own issues.

There was a man standing a few hundred yards away from Addie. She didn't recognise him, which meant he probably hadn't been around all that much. Addie had learned to remember faces over the years, and she didn't think she'd forget that face in a hurry. From his stance, she figured this probably wasn't the first time he'd seen or dealt with something like this, but standing out in the street like that was dangerous, even if the wendigo was blind.

"If I were you, sir," she called, just loud enough for him to hear her, always keeping her eyes on the wendigo, "I'd keep moving. We've got this in hand, plenty of hunters in town today," she said as she reached him. "Don't want yourself getting caught up in a fight unless you really have to."

She wasn't quite sure what it was that drew the creature's attention towards them, whether it was their quiet discussion or something else entirely, or a complete coincidence, but the wendigo turned and fixed its cloudy gaze right on them. "If you're gonna run, run now, else you're helping me take down this thing," she said, fixing her shotgun on the monster. There was a few moments, probably just seconds, where neither moved. And then a gunshot from somewhere else made the creature scream, a bone-chilling sound, and charge right for her.

The shells the revenant had given her seemed to slow it down, but it didn't stop it either. A blow of it's powerful claws sent her flying, hitting the ground with enough force to drive the air from her lungs and daze her. She'd dropped the gun somewhere, but she wasn't physically capable of looking for it right then.




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David just rolled his eyes at the woman as she told him to deal with the last remaining wendigo, and turned to assess the situation. It was the blind one, but its attention was fixed on a number of individuals near the tavern. David scanned the area to see if there was anyone else who was better prepared to deal with it. He didn't see who took the shot at it, but all it seemed to do was anger it. It apparently decided the two nearest it were the easiest targets and charged towards them. David was already running towards them, gun in hand. Whatever weapon the woman had seemed to be slightly more effective than a normal shotgun, but she was still no match for it. The creature knocked her to one side.

"HEY!" He shouted, hoping to try and draw the Wendigo's attention away. The arrival of another person appeared to be enough to distract it for long enough for David to get closer, close enough for the creature to perceive him as an equal threat. He wasn't quite sure what his plan was, other than to find a way to set the creature alight, and try and draw it away from the regular townsfolk. He caught the man's eye and just hoped the man had enough sense to either run as soon as he could, or else know how to fight a wendigo. He raised his own gun and fired a shot at the creature, which was enough for it to turn and charge towards him. David turned and ran, knowing the wendigo would easily catch up, but wanting to draw him away from the townsfolk.

It caught up to him in even less time than he'd expected, tackling him and throwing him to the ground with what probably would have been enough force to knock anyone else out. But it only dazed him for a moment, before he felt the ice cold burn of claws tearing through clothes and skin. The creature was pinning him to the ground, and the stench was unbelievable. He acted almost instinctively, grabbing his gun and using it as a club, swinging it for the creature's head. It was enough to distract it for a moment, but not enough for him to get free, and if anything, it just seemed to enrage the monster.

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The shot reverberated across the street, and for a moment, Darcy held her breath with her knife gripped firmly in hand. At first the wendigo didn’t move, but an exhale later the sizzled sack of limbs collapsed to the ground, and it didn’t look like it was getting up anytime soon. Cautiously she crept forward, retrieving her empty pistol as she went, checking to be sure the monster was well and truly dead. It had been a direct shot to the head, damn near between the eyes from what she could tell around the dying flames, which was...admittedly impressive given the circumstances.

Darcy glanced up grudgingly, catching the man’s arm move as he waved her to get out of the street. Shouldering her pack, Darcy nodded with a quick two finger salute, intent on doing just that and tracking down Benji...and that’s when she remembered the second wendigo. Which, life imperiled adrenaline rush or not, was a stupid thing to forget about. Whipping her head around, she still saw the charred corpse of the woman lying in the street, but there was no smoldered wendigo to be seen. It had moved on, the noise from the shot would have drawn it this way undoubtedly otherwise. A cold shiver swept down her spin as her thoughts followed the logical path to who it might have followed.

Another shot blasted from around the corner, and Darcy was off and running before she had time to really think it through. That had most certainly been a shotgun, which wasn’t Benji’s weapon of choice at all. Who she found though had her refocusing on the here and now. Addie was sprawled in the dirt, clearly having taken a hit. There was another man standing nearby, probably a civilian, though a brave one if he was standing with them out in the open without developing into a panicking mess. Up street, tackling a man to the ground, Darcy caught sight of the wendigo, another one. “Unfuckingbelievable…” She growled under her breath, rummaging in her pack to find a match, and the second to last jar of fire starter. They were going to be in serious trouble if there were many more of these things…

Darcy lit the ragged fuse, and picked up a rock from the dirt road. This was flying by the seat of her pants, but there wasn’t time to parse a real plan through. That guy was going to get himself ripped apart if she didn’t do something fast, so moving up the street as quick and quietly as she could, Darcy chucked the rock through a store window about fifteen feet away from it. Glass shattered and hit the ground in a chorus of destruction, and the wendigo’s head whipped around, lunging at the sound of possible threat. As soon as it was clear of the man, Darcy tossed her fiery payload into the mix, and for the third time that day, flames danced across melting skin as a wendigo shrieked in rage.

David had almost all but given up hope, having dropped his gun just a little out of reach. The pain from the wounds on his side were burning like hell and sapping his energy, meaning that he couldn’t fight as hard as he wanted to. But when glass shattered somewhere to his right and the monster’s head whipped around, he found a new surge in energy, managing to scramble for his gun as the creature lunged towards the new sound. A jar full of flames sailed towards the creature, and David didn’t waste time trying to see where it came from. He barely even took the time to line up the shot properly, firing a few rounds into the wendigo. It let out one final shriek and fell to the ground. He watched it for a few seconds to make sure it was down for good, before struggling back to his feet. Things were almost too quiet now, and he didn’t dare let himself believe that was it.

He searched his surroundings and spotted a woman standing nearby. He wasn’t sure they’d ever really crossed paths before, but one look and he knew she was a hunter. They all had a certain look to them.

“Thanks.” he called, his usual wordy nature a little beyond him right about then.

Pop pop pop pop! It seemed the guy wasn’t as down for the count as Darcy had previously thought. Good thing too, since she hadn’t had time to reload her own pistol. They both waited a moment with baited breath as the man got back to his feet. When it became clear the monster wasn’t getting back up again, Darcy let out a sigh of relief. Suddenly the sound of three shots, in quick sequence, a short distance away, only a street over maybe, but after that it was silent. Was it over? Hard to tell.

“Don’t mention it.” Darcy replied offhandedly, suddenly less surprised this guy was up and moving once she caught a glimpse of his eyes. “You’re going to need to have that looked at, come one.” Even revenants needed medical attention, and while those wounds didn’t look fatal, infection was no joke. She needed to find Benji, but Addy was hit, and this guy was hurt. Checking them over had to be the priority. Darcy had to constantly remind herself that her little brother was a lot stronger these days than his babyface suggested, but old habits die hard. One thing at a time.

The woman was definitely a hunter. It took a certain kind of person to remain so calm after that and those people were almost always hunters. “Don’t tell me, you’re a nurse as well as a hunter?” He remarked, raising an eyebrow playfully, but he obliged in following her. He was used to dealing with various types of injuries from the farm, but she was right, these weren’t the type of wounds he could just bandage up and hope for the best. Even if that had been his initial plan. “Name’s David.”

Darcy couldn’t help a snort. She’d seen her fair share of wounds from a wendigo hunt, and she was a steady hand with a needle and thread in whiskey wash, but she wasn't the first one anyone should be running to. This David character was in trouble if he was in a bad enough way to need someone with a real medical background and was stuck with her.

“Enough to patch you up in a pinch, but let's see if we can get a real doc to take a look at you before we roll the dice on me yeah?” Darcy asked with a raised brow of her own as they headed back over to Addie and the other man in the street. She needed to make sure her friend was alright as well. “Darcy. I’d say nice to meet you, but given the circumstances, I’d say we’ve both had a less than delightful evening thus far.” She remarked, before approaching her friend, carefully checking for injuries.

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Arthur Talbot. Benji’s eyes seemed locked with the taller man’s, an unfamiliar sensation of warmth starting low and spreading across his skin. It distracted him for a moment, as Arthur comforted Simon, their fingers intertwined in hopeful promise. A fond smile twisted his lips as Benji watched, trying to take the measure of this man who had risked his person to come to their aid. Beyond an exterior beauty that was easy to see, there was a solidness and honesty about him that Benji found intriguing. His sister had always been far better at understanding people, but Benji had a sense for their character that was hard to explain. Darcy didn’t always trust it, but Benji’s instincts hadn’t led him astray with someone’s nature yet. Arthur seemed to him like a towering Red Oak, a strong and most dependable sort of tree, and it made Benji inclined to like him without question. The three of them seemed almost disconnected from the violent world around them in that moment, like floating in a warm haze. So when movement rustled again at the opening of the alley, shattering Benji free of the strange feeling, he…possibly over reacted. Pulling Arthur and Simon suddenly back and behind him, away from the movement he sensed, Benji reached for his knife, and wasn’t particularly inclined to lower it when he saw the face of the first man who joined them.


They were greeted first by a whistle, the older man’s eyes scanning the dead wendigo before dark eyes met Benji’s. “Don’t tell me this is your handwork Lewis, Baby Benji all grown up?” Elias Nash called out with a sly look, his eyes roaming up next to get a glimpse of who was behind him. The boy he recognized, the man he did not. Simon was Tessa’s kid, and with a slight wince, remembered the woman’s corpse as they’d come down the street. Looked like Simon was on his own now, which was no safe thing to be for a kid in Blackwater. It also wasn’t his problem, so like other uncomfortable feelings, he shoved the guilt away. “Where’s that sister of yours? Aren’t you two usually joined at the hip?”

“Hardly your business.” Benji replied coldly. There were a hundred reasons Benji disliked Nash, not least of which was the fact Benji never walked away from the man without feeling condescended to. If it wasn’t outright lying and scheming with the man, you could count on being insulted at least three times in any conversation before walking away, not to mention you’d best check your pockets. His employer was another reason very high on that list. If Elias Nash was asking after Darcy, it was for him, and that thought stirred something primal deep in his chest.

“Relax kid, we’re just doing a headcount. I saw her duck round the corner a bit ago, but haven’t caught sight of her since.” Another, more welcome voice called out, appearing with a donkey drawn cart that had the remains of one Wendigo already piled on. Angus McClain was a gruff old timer in Blackwater. He’s owned his own medical practice supposedly once upon a time, but most of his medical work these days was patching up hunters, amongst whose ranks he was generally counted. Benji had known the man since he was a child, having been a frequent face in the Lewis household until there'd been a falling out with Deacon. Gus had only moved back to Blackwater a few years prior, but there was still affection there for the old family friend.

“Yeah, relax kid. Put that knife down before you hurt somebody huh?” Nash couldn’t resist throwing in another dig.


“Nash, get yer weasel ass over here and help me with this thing. You ain’t gettin’ paid to stand around and talk like you did somethin today.” Gus snapped as he walked over to the monster’s corpse.

“Benji, why don’t you take yer friends here and go find yer sister. People are starting to congregate, and it’s best if ya don’t get yerself caught out here alone.” Gus continued with a pointed look as he and Nash heft the wendigo onto the cart. “The danger’s passed fer now, but there’s a lot of angry folk milling about, ya hear me? I’ll be along quick as I can.” Benji understood his meaning. People weren’t often comfortable with revenants at the best of times, when they were scared and angry that discomfort could turn into something else much more dangerous.

“Of course.” Benji nodded at the older man’s warning, carefully putting the knife away before turning back to Simon and Arthur, extending his hands to grasp theirs as he turned them to the other exit to the alley. “I think it’s best we go this way.”


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As the last of the danger seemed to have passed, the people of Blackwater began to emerge. From the wreckage of some of the damaged shops, and other hiding spots, more and more anxious faces ventured out, trying to get a glimpse of the aftermath from the attack they’d just suffered. A quick scan of the area to check over the living people assembled had Darcy satisfied they weren’t dealing with any life threatening injuries at the moment. David seemed to have the most serious wound among them, so once they got a doc flagged down, he’d take priority. Ushering David over to a bench by the saloon, Darcy set her pack down and began rummaging to see what supplies she even had that could be counted as medical. Outside of a needle and thread and spare shirt (Which given the state of her own with the left sleeve torn clear to ribbons, she may be needing herself after a bit.), things didn’t look promising. Another glance down the street, and she could see Doc Anderson was busy with some other survivors, and from the amount of blood she could see from even this far away, it looked like he'd be busy for a while. Gus was also nowhere in sight.

“Hey bring out some clean water, soap, linens, and whisky would you?!” Darcy called out to another hunter she knew in passing as he stumbled out of the saloon. Dale something, shaky hands, but a surprisingly steady shot. He nodded quickly before running back inside to fetch what she’d asked.

“Alright, let’s get that thing off.” Darcy turned back to David, indicating his shirt. “We might be on the waiting list, but we can at least try and get that wound cleaned up.” The requested supplies had just arrived when a woman approached, calling out a greeting and asking after them. Darcy turned to face her and stopped short.

Another one? One glance at the woman’s eyes was all it took for Darcy to know she was now face to face with yet another revenant. Living with one hadn’t exactly robbed the mystique of that whole condition for Darcy, as the Lewis siblings had never exactly sought them out for guidance on Benji’s situation, but it did make her conscious to be polite. Watching how people treated Benji with general unease or outright hostility, changed Darcy’s outlook on some things. There might be some aspects of that whole business Darcy found uncomfortable, but she wasn’t going to flinch away from them either.

“Thanks.” Darcy offered with a hand extended out in greeting, eye contact firmly maintained. “Darcy Lewis. Good to meet you Red.” She continued, giving the woman a full glance over as she noticed the bandaged shoulder. It was good work, whoever had done it, but there were already spots of blood seeping through the bandages, so that wound had to be nasty.

“Are you okay?” Darcy asked, a little incredulous, shifting to take a closer look. That had to be incredibly painful. How was she standing here talking so nonchalantly and asking after them?! Darcy had heard revenents had a pretty high pain threshold, but this was insane.

“I think you should come over here and take a seat. We’ll get a doctor to take a look at that.” Darcy said firmly with a pointedly stubborn look. Picking up her pack to make room on the bench, she patted the spot in a manner more order than invitation.

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Benji hadn’t really been sure what to talk about as they made their way around to the main street. Darcy had a talent for clever words that reminded him of their creek, flowing, babbling along as it surged and adapted to always find a clear path forward. He felt stilted by comparison, never sure if what he’d said was about to cause awkward silence or offense. Sometimes people laughed, which wasn’t so bad. It never stopped him from speaking, but for one he very much cared about his words' reception. So far, Simon seemed interested enough.

“The trick is to never let the Blue Jays catch on first. They never play fair with the other birds, but the Crows will sometimes bring presents if they decide to stay and like the food enough.” Benji chattered on as they carefully discussed the woods near his home.

“So they’ll just come to your hand?” Simon asked a little awed, both hands held in a gentle grip from his two rescuers.

“Some will. Once they know you better.” Benji amended, not wanting to get the boy’s hopes up too high for a first attempt. Once they made it to the main street, it became clear Gus was right, there were suddenly quite a number of people out on the street. Back by Addie’s saloon, he could see a few familiar faces, his sister’s included, and he was relieved to see she looked relatively unharmed. He navigated them along the less crowded parts of the street, careful to avoid the wendigo corpse and sheriff’s men milling about as they went.

“I’m glad you aren’t too injured.” Benji said by way of greeting when they reached the bench Darcy appeared to have claimed with a pair of unfamiliar faces. He glanced at them curiously with a smile before looking back to his sister, who’d turned immediately to start checking him over zealously for injuries. “I’m not hurt.” Benji said patiently, used to the treatment by now.

”I got worried when you didn’t come back.” Darcy confessed, noting the man with him before turning to the child, the same boy who’d thrown the rock at the wendigo in the street.

“This is Simon.” Her brother introduced solemnly. “He’s going to be staying with us.” He continued with a finality that had Darcy reeling a moment to catch up. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go. Benji’s eyes said, and between that, and this Simon’s hopeful puppy dog eyes peering up at her, Darcy was left defenseless. She gave her brother a slightly sour look, wishing they’d at least had a chance to talk about options first before making big public promises in front of the kid, but her eyes softened when they met Simon’s. “It’s alright kiddo. We’re going to make sure you’re taken care of alright.” She confirmed with a soft smile for him.


“Who’s your friend?” Darcy asked, glancing over at the other man holding Simon’s hand.

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Temperance couldn’t seem to take her eyes off the action in the streets. There was a part of her that knew she would be better off not looking; violence wasn’t something she was particularly fond of, but something about not watching the work of the brave souls fighting the monsters felt wrong to her. So she watched. She noticed when the woman who’d previously been up on the roof slipped away, though just barely through the chaos in the streets. Tempe didn’t pay her much mind.

It wasn’t long before it seemed to be over, and people were out on the streets again; tending to the wounded, checking to make sure their friends and family weren’t among the dead. Temperance had half a mind to run straight home to her parents, check in on her sisters.

Her fingers shook slightly as she unlocked the doors of the shop, the thought that there wasn’t much point in staying locked up when the window busted out did occur to her, but she brushed it aside in favor of flinging the doors open and stepping out into the street. Almost instinctively, she started to look around. Who was she looking for? She didn’t know, but perhaps she would know when she found them.

She spotted her, the woman who’d crashed through the window, given her a gun, and then left. Temperance almost didn’t even remember her asking for the gun back, but she figured she’d probably like to have it. Tempe felt comforted by the presence of Darcy and Benji, as familiar faces tended to do.

The hunter- revenant- looked… Worse for wear. Really, the entire group was in various states of injury, or lack thereof. Still, Temperance didn’t want to be stuck with someone else’s gun; didn’t need to be accused of something she hadn’t done. “Um, thank you,” She smiled, glancing at the man sharing the bench with the revenant. He was the other one that had been in her shop, then she looked at Darcy, “If you need anything from the shop, it’s yours. They put me in charge today, so I recon I can make that call.” She turned back to the woman who’d lent her the gun, and held it out to her, so she could return it, “I didn’t need it. Thank you, though.”


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The woman who called out to him seemed pretty confident. Plenty of hunters in town, so they likely could handle things just fine, so when she suggested he move on, it was tempting. But he would have felt guilty leaving the woman to deal with the creature, especially now that she was more than an abstract idea. “Miss, I don’t doubt that you all-”

He stopped mid-sentence when the creature turned to them. Frankly, the blind ones had always scared him the most; it was hard to tell if they’d really locked on to you, or if the creature would move on. The woman mentioned running, or else helping her take down the wendigo. In his mind there really wasn’t much of a choice; he wasn’t about to leave this woman alone with a monster, regardless of how confident she was in her own abilities. He’d started to quickly look around, see if there was anywhere better to lead the monster, anything they could use to more easily light it up, when a stray round of gunfire spooked the beast.

As the creature charged, Manuel took a few instinctive steps back. Whatever rounds the woman had in her gun worked better than standard bullets, but it wasn’t quite enough. A pang of guilt hit Manny’s chest as the creature sent her flying; as if there was much he could have done in the first place. He knew he didn’t have much time, and he needed to get the wendigo’s attention off of the woman, or else there was a good chance she’d wind up pretty badly hurt.

Of course, some idiot yelling was a good way to change the beast’s attention, too. Manny wondered briefly if the man had a plan, and it quickly became apparent that no, he didn’t have a plan, or even anything resembling one. It was tempting to let the guy lay in the bed he’d made, but Manny found himself looking down the street, mentally grasping for something he could do. The woman running up the street looked like she had it more under control, so he turned back to the woman who’d been knocked to the ground.

“You alright, miss?” Clearly, the woman had seen better days, but she didn’t appear to be badly hurt. Still, Manny felt bad that she'd taken the hit at all.

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Addie found herself lying in the dirt for a few minutes, trying to catch her breath. Judging by the commotion, it sounded like someone else was dealing with the wendigo, so she figured that her best bet was to not do anything stupid for now. She managed to sit up, wincing a little as she did so. But she was pretty sure nothing was broken anyway, and her head was clear, so that was really all she could ask for. A voice from beside her made her turn. It was the man from earlier, and she managed a smile.

“Nothin’ a stiff drink won’t fix,” she said, getting to her feet as if to prove a point. “Name’s Adelaide, but most folks round here call me Addie,” she said, holding out a hand. “Them buggers are tricky enough to deal with, I reckon we got lucky,” she remarked, glancing back down the street just in time to see Darcy and an unfamiliar man heading back towards her. Even from a distance, she could see the man’s eyes were too pale for him to be human, and the wounds on his side looked far too nasty for any human to survive, let alone be up and walking around after. But when Darcy reached them, her first priority was to check on Addie.

“I’m fine, really. Gonna hurts like hell in the mornin’ but nothing serious,” she said, shaking her head. “Looks like your friend there’s got bigger problems.” Darcy seemed to be in agreement as she turned her attention to him, and Addie turned back to Manny. “I better check what damage was done to my tavern. Could probably use an extra pair of hands,” she remarked. He looked strong, or at least, stronger than her, which was useful in a clean up operation like this.

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  1. And there they go; gone but not forgotten. Thanks again, guys, for being so wonderful. I really loved writing with and getting to know you all. <3

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Temperance smiled at the woman (revenant?) who’d crashed through the window, and for a moment considered insisting she keep the money. In the end, Tempe took the money with a smile. Maybe her mother wouldn’t blow a gasket about a broken window if they had a bit of money to help pay for it’s replacement. “Thank you,” She said, her voice laced with sincerity, “For this and, you know, the monsters.” Temperance knew that she was probably lucky to be alive. Had there not been people in town able to fight off the threat, casualties very likely would have been much worse than what she could already see. Almost absently, she wondered if any creatures had been out past this part of town. A bit of worry grew in her stomach as she thought of her parents; their home was just outside the main part of town.

Then the man who’d been in the store right before the attack (he looked familiar enough) thanked her for offering up supplies. She shrugged, “Well, y’all saved the town. Feels like the least I can do.”

When Malachi Reynes was mentioned, Temperance took that as her cue to leave. She didn’t know Reynes personally, but everyone in town knew who he was, and most parents spent at least a little time warning their children to give the man a wide breadth. “I’ve, uh, got some cleanin’ to do. Thank you, again.” With a nod, and one last smile, she excused herself.

The walk back to the store wasn’t a long one, and once she got there, she realized that she just wanted to be home more than anything. Quickly, she gathered up her things, collected the cash from the drawer, and headed back out the door. She’d offered the hunters anything they needed from the store, so she decided not to lock up (honestly, with a broken window it would be easy enough for anyone to get in the shop anyway). She briefly wondered if she should stop in to check on her sisters on her way back home, and decided that it was for the best. That way she could tell her parents how they were when she arrived home.

Hannah and the children were fine- she said she’d thought she’d be happy to have them home sick with pox. Temperance didn’t go inside to see them, she had to get home. Grace didn’t come to the door, which was worrying, but Temperance hoped that they were safe, too. Hopefully they’d been able to shelter somewhere, if they were out.

When she got home, Temperance was so relieved to see that everything looked exactly the same as it always had. The creatures hadn’t gotten that far. She could only hope that she never had to see another one of them again. She ran inside, hugged her mother, and finally let all the fear she’d felt flow freely from her body in the form of tears. She told her parents everything as she cried, and then she went to clean herself up a bit, before she and her mother went to start doing what they could about the store.





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Clearly, Addie was a tough woman. Normally, Manny would have offered to help her up, but she didn’t seem to have any trouble getting to her feet on her own. He shook her hand when she offered it, and returned her own introduction with a brief, but not impolite introduction of his own. “Manny.” He’d found that most people he’d encountered since leaving Texas had preferred to use his nickname, so over time that had just become his default.

He glanced around the town during Addie’s short exchange with the other woman; a lot of damage had been done. He’d only just arrived, but he felt a strong urge to get out of the situation ahead of him. People had the nasty habit of blaming the wrong people when bad things happened. He didn’t think he wanted to stick around and face that blame. When Addie mentioned that she could use some help cleaning up her tavern, there was a very real part of Manuel that wanted to agree. She was beautiful, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice. “I’d love to help,” This was where an apologetic smile crossed his face, “But I think it may be best if I get moving along. Outsiders are easy to blame when things go wrong.” He knew that from experience. “Best of luck to you. Hope the damages don’t put you under.” That wasn’t, perhaps, the most helpful thing to say, but it was true.

Before he knew it, he was back with Miel. They could stop at the next town; heaven knows they could survive a little while longer on the road. They’d both been through hell, and they’d likely go through hell again. But not today. Manny was going to avoid any more trouble if he could.