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"Hey!" Ramsay sits up a little taller, obviously offended and ready to argue with Beckett but she stops his anger short when she hands him a brochure of the place they were traveling. Defusing reluctantly, he slumps in his chair and stares at the brochure with an eyebrow raised. She expected him to pass his time by reading? That was something old people did, old people and nerds. Ramsay wasn't either of those. He was young and honestly wanted to do anything else but read. That doesn't mean he didn't try, though!

It didn't last very long; however, as Ramsay soon set the object on his lap and sunk even lower in the seat with a displeased look. "Train rides suck." To anyone looking at Beckett and Ramsay from the outside, it looked like the Rocketeer was the thug's babysitter and the thug was a child stuck in a grown man's body. He looked miserable.

　　　　　    You can run for the s k y l i n e

It seemed like Voden was racing all over the woods these days. Loggers needed to be thwarted, a rampaging cerberus reasoned with, not to mention the seemingly pointless jobs given to him by House Aurion. After all the running he’d done, we was more than glad to return to a special spot he had tucked away in Sanctum; an isolated ruin of a tower, overgrown with plant life. It used to be a shrine, but the tribes that worshipped there were long gone. Voden was happy to continue the tradition.

His relaxed demeanor vanished the moment a tangy smell assaulted his senses, though. He stopped in front of the tower’s half-toppled entrance, nostrils twinging at the odor of gunpowder. “Wonderful...” he growled. 

Beckett shook her head. “Still nothin’. Plus, the...

“An imbecile!?” Wu has gotten called many insults in his lifetime, but he’s only gotten that at least four times. “You try out these poses! You’d look like a bigger idiot than me n’ break your neck!”

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  “Ramsay, buddy!” is what stopped him.

  Before he could cut through the man, a familiar voice rang out from behind. As Ramsay looked over his shoulder with a glare, he saw a face he recognized all too well. “Didn’t know you had it in ya!”  “Oh, Matchsticks,” Ramsay began to reply. “D’you mind? I’m having a lil talk with a friend of mine.” The ‘friend’ he was about to slice through made a confused sound, and shuffled slightly. Swiftly turning his attention back to him, Ramsay gave a warning:

  “You move from this spot, and you’re dead, bucko.”

  That stilled him rather quickly. The ruffian turned to face the other, a little smirk beginning to form on his face. “You need something, Jimmy?”  “Nope,” Jimmy responded. “Just heard some shit was goin’ down and had to check it out. I’ll admit, I thought you were a wuss, that you’d never actually go this far, but this--”

  Ramsay took a single step towards this newly-formed annoyance. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Mind saying that again?”

  “I said--”

  Within a second, Ramsay had charged towards Jimmy Matchsticks, whipblade in hand, and...stopped immediately in front of him. They both chuckled at his fake-out, until the blade was at Jimmy’s neck in a flash. Even in a situation like that, he didn’t seem panicked.

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