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Nah I will just have him stitch it up and go on to do other stuff, him and Vila have done a lot already
I mean he will share his booze with anyone that helps him out
@Pilatus
Vilas header was actually what I had based it on, will revise
No worries I didn't change too much to reduce the confusion for anyone trying to hold continuity
I did, the middle paragraph was the one that stated he was still following I altered it to show that he has stopped moving and is near Elizabeth now, the rest was just my giving details that the other players would possibly notice.
Milo Ventri


Saturday Afternoon




Milo went off and took Victoria home, he wasn't about to let her take a cab home, he wasn't some kind of monster. Once she was home safe and sound Milo took the opportunity to spend his time catching up on his work that he had been putting off with all the excitement around town lately. Milo returned home and put away his keys and jacket before passing by his kitchen on the way back to the shop, he stopped for a moment before reaching into the trash bin and removing the broken picture frame from the garbage, he looked at it and smiled, "Guess I'm not as over it as I thought." He muttered in the silence, taking the picture and putting it away somewhere much less likely to be stumbled upon.


Wednesday Afternoon



Milo stood in his shop pounding away at a red hot piece of steel, the sound piercing through the air, heat was baking him through and sweat was pouring from him. However as he set the piece to cool and went over to a separate piece to work he stopped at his desk, the thought of getting a bit of work done on a side project caught his fancy, the usual reason his paying jobs took so long. Milo sat down with his own personal longsword, he had been working on it for some time it was nearly done. Milo set himself to sharpening the large blade slowly and carefully until his hand slipped and slid along the edge cutting his hand pretty good.

"Ah fuck!" Milo jumped up from his seat in a pain induced rage and chucked his sharpening stone across the shop floor, and let out a string of curses that only helped to make him feel better. The pain was pretty mild but the amount of blood was unpleasant, Milo went and grabbed a cloth and staunched it, kicked open the cabinet against the wall and pulled out a small box and a large unmarked bottle.

"Oh great, this is a day or two I'm gonna lose." Milo opened the box and inside was a suture kit, this was not the first or last time he had sliced open his hand or something and he figured it was easier and cheaper to just learn how to do it himself. He got out the needle and thread and opened the bottle, the alcohol smell was strong, it was something between moonshine and everclear, something he used to brew back in Delta with Ana and Paige, they are the only others that even know the recipe, he took a big drink of the liquid and then pour some over the needle and his wound. The burning was ridiculous, but you know that it is clearing it out, and with as steady a hand as he could he set to trying to stitch his own hand up.
Hmm okay I will get in there and edit

Done, now he is just standing confused next to the woman
Walt Grismer





Walt looked around at all the faces around him, other people chosen to do whatever in the hell it was that this man was seeking. The display of sheer magical prowess was impressive, but seemed wasteful, but it was as the man started to walk away with the woman, he stood there dumbfounded, do they just go in too? This man has left them no instruction overall, but at this point he wasn't going home, if he could he wouldn't know how, so the only real option is to follow.

As Walt walked forward he moved up to the two, "Hey, uhhh, I'm Walt, uhhh, you got some impressive skills there, are you a teacher or like some kind of welcoming party, dorm admin?" Walt started into a grilling session on the two of them in an attempt to gather whatever kind of information that he could, "Can I get a name if you please, maybe a nice history of the place, or really anything other than the vaguely ominous note of teleporting." However despite the questions the tall man seemed to ignore them and continued walking away leaving him with the smaller girl that had stayed behind

Walt walked without moving his right arm almost at all, his dad always called it the gunslingers gait, he did it so that he could draw his weapon at any moment, and as much as he hoped that this place and all his hopes for it were real, he had to come to grips with the idea that this guy and his little friend were just as dangerous as the things the letter mentions, as such he kept a hand near his cap gun to be ready to fight if it came to it.
Milo Ventri





Milo smiled as he finished his first cup and listened to Vika talk, she seemed to have let some of her reservedness go, she was more playful in a way. At this very moment he had no idea what he planned to do for the rest of the day, it was a saturday, and usually this was the day he either caught up on sleep or worked on nonpaying jobs, maybe depending on what Vika was doing he might have a better idea, as much as it was nice to have her around, if she went home he would probably try to ice fish or something.

"Do you have any plans today? Anywhere you need to go?" Milo asked now fiddling with her hand that she had set on his as he pour a second cup of coffee. "As much fun as we've had, I have the aching feeling the day to day is coming back to us."

Milo was grinning at the thought of what could only be described as day to day in this town, which has given him nothing less than strange days left and right, but oh well, things were calming down and seemed fine, however Milo looked up and out into his shop, there were a few tools out and some of his jobs, on top of the table was something covered in a blanket, he knew to be a surprise, something that struck him after meeting Vika, but then his heart sank, under the table he could see poking out, the shape of rifle parts, Milo wasn't completely sure what she would think of him dealing in gun parts since she had a past with it, not that what he was doing was entirely illegal, only when he makes a mistake does it get muddy. Milo got up and calmly shut the door to the shop.

"That shop has no insulation at all, leaving that door open can cool the whole house down, also tends to make it smell like ash." Milo grinned, waving his hand by his face gesturing to the smell, even though it really didn't.
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