GOOD MAN | JOINING

[J. REESE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]This place reminded Reese of something — most things did, really. A side effect of living a full life. One day he would end up in an early grave, he's sure of that, but at least he would have stories to tell Death on the way to hell. Or heaven — though doubtful, he wouldn't pretend to know God's plans. Or to know God, for that matter. After everything he had seen, he can hardly say he believes in a higher power. If there was one, they certainly weren't benevolent. Faithless, that's the only thing he could be. And who could blame him? He wanders the world looking for something. Answers, maybe. The truth. So far, there's nothing. But this place reminds him of something, and that's as good a place to start as anything.

The man at the edge of Flintlock's territory is no longer young. His hair is salt and pepper, neat and slick. Some stubble, but not a lot. A hard face, one that's about as expressive as the snow he walks through. A dog trails behind him, wandering wherever his attention pleased until they get close enough to see the circle of shelters in the snow. He knows where he is now. "Bear, hier." Without a sound, his canine companion returns. What a life for the two of them, following orders without question. At least Reese could say that that was behind him, even if that left him entirely without a purpose. "We should be inside soon, huh?

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[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify"]death and markov were well acquainted- markov helped death do his job, and death helped him with his. though, he was sure death was wondering what the hell he was doing, not taking contracts and killing people.. or that’s what he’d like to think, since he didn’t know if the grim reaper was just some myth or legend, or if it was true or not. something in markov felt that death was one of three things: the earth, living creatures, or god- but, he wouldn’t get into that.

markov had, as per usual, been out scouting for supplies when he spotted the man and her dog. he had held elsa (his rifle, which he held quite dear) close to his chest as he moved closer to the two, looking to the man and then the dog, before his gaze finally just landed on the man. “name and business.” he demanded, not wasting any time. if this man was a threat.. well, it wasn’t like he wasn’t trained for that.

/SCREAMS hi hello i’ve been so lonely lmao <3 welcome!!!

[J. REESE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]/ HELLO hopefully i can help with that adsfklh

Well perhaps they could understand each other, in that case. Before the world had ended, Reese had killed at his government's bidding — behind enemy lines, they had said, even when he walked the streets of New York. It had made him paranoid, certainly, but it had also taught him a few important lessons. Things had changed since then, quite dramatically, and he no longer paid any mind to what the reaper wanted. Unlike Markov, he doesn't hold any particular reverence for death, he doesn't compare it to the natural way of things. The death that he was familiar with had never been natural. It was humanity, it was a disease. It made him bitter, but the more he saw of this world, surviving as best as it could, the gentler his heat became.

Then again, most people aren't pointing guns at him. Reese lifts his hands in a small gesture of surrender, though his expression is not as serious as it should be. An amused smile lightens his eyes, and his mind runs through all the ways he could try to disarm this guy if necessary. "You can call me... Reese." His voice carries clearly even if it's soft, and the smile he wears is not so small now — not as genuine, but much clearer. "Would you believe me if I said I was here to say hello?"

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[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify"]markov didn’t trust people- not often at least. when reese said he was just there to say hello, there was a sneaking suspicion that he could be here to hurt someone. he tightened his grip on elsa, staring at reese with an unimpressed stare. “no. you’re either staying, or your leaving so answer the question correctly. what is your business?” he stated simply. “if you’re from badlands, then i’ll shoot you don’t where your standing, but if you’re here to stay..”