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[throughbamboo]

S'what I mean, wild for you. Ain't so wild for an actual cowboy.

Was vision you the head of the gang?

[holesomelanguage]

Huh, that's true...

Nah, ain't got the brains fer that kinda thing either. Hell of a spitfire though, had ta be reeled in plenty o' times 'fore tryin' some hare-brained idea.

[throughbamboo]

I dunno, y'got more brains than ya think that head o' yours. Kinda amusin' imaginin' ya doin' stuff like that, though.

[holesomelanguage]

Aw, now I'm touched ya think so kindly o' me.

... Ya wanna take a looksie?

[throughbamboo]

I always think highly of ya when I ain't given ya shit.

Can I?

[holesomelanguage]

Can I get that in writin'?

I mean, ya said this one can be shared, right? Anyone I wouldn't mind takin' a look, it'd be you.

[ Offering the vial. ]

[throughbamboo]

I'll text it to ya.

[but he smiles a bit and takes the vial]

I'll show ya one of mine later. Y'might get a kick out if it.

[aaaand drinks]

[holesomelanguage]

Hah, now that's a win if I ever heard one! Two, even.

[ He'll sit back and study the other, definitely casually, as he drinks. ]

[ It's just as Graey describes, he and a gang he runs in, including a couple of his siblings around his age, make plans to raid a gang that's been terrorizing their local town and hurt a lot of people, including permanently injuring one of their siblings. Graey, called by an unfamiliar name, wants to go in guns blazing but the leader of the group reminds them all that they only kill bad guys and not everyone in that gang is an evildoer. ]

[ The raid is carried out, quick and clean under the guidance of their leader, even though Graey almost gets the whole group in trouble once, and Graey and his siblings personally get their revenge on those they know hurt their family with no mercy. ]

[ The last scene is of Graey embracing one of his brothers, who reassures him he did well for his first raid. ]

[throughbamboo]

[there's a few parts where his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but there's definitely a nod or two of approval, like he agrees with something he's seeing.

He blinks a few times after it finishes and hands the vial back]

Damn, y'really are part of a cowboy gang.

[holesomelanguage]

Told ya so. Jus' like somethin' outta a movie.

[throughbamboo]

It really is. Kinda cool, though.

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah... ain't none o' his family were related by blood, know that much from the other vision, but their bonds were jus' as strong.

[throughbamboo]

Heh. Don't gotta be blood-related to have strong bonds. Got family like that in my visions, too.

[holesomelanguage]

Heheh, yep. Almost a bit jealous o' him, ta be honest. It's a wild life, but looks like he's livin' a good one.

[throughbamboo]

Seemed like it. Livin' the life he wants to live.

Wanna do yer next one?

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah, reckon my luck's good as ever right now, so I oughta keep goin'.

[ He goes for the marble this time, quiet as the vision hits him, but his expression goes more solemn than surprised. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he's about to tell him he's going to jinx himself saying that, but . . . ]

. . . all right?

[holesomelanguage]

--Yeah, it... turned inta a scifi alla sudden. Some company descended from 'nother planet- gave us translators an' tried ta negotiate with us fer... our planet? Wanted ta mine it.

[throughbamboo]

. . . ya got aliens comin' down askin' for yer planet.

[what happened to cowboys??]

[holesomelanguage]

[ What happened to his Western!! ]

Yup. Most o' them looked human, fer reference but- Shit, it was jus' fuckin' weird, but we didn't want none o' what they were sellin'. Cut off 'round there.

[throughbamboo]

It sounds real weird, 'specially compared to what ya just showed me. That sounds like it's straight outta some alien movie.

[holesomelanguage]

An' here I was thinkin' it looked like jus' the kinda life I'd like ta dream 'bout...

[throughbamboo]

Maybe it still is, if y'all are tellin' the aliens to fuck off.

[holesomelanguage]

We sure were, an' here's hopin' it worked. Them corporate types didn't seem like the kind ta take kindly ta a rejection.

[throughbamboo]

Maybe you an' yer gang made 'em accept the rejection. Those types always need a good kick in the ass.