Shiva

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Kacey let out a sigh as she watched Cin storm off. She hadn't meant to be that harsh, but unfortunately her mouth had a way of making everything she said be like a dagger to whomever received her words. Kacey had just been moving to go after her when Laura had brushed by her, casting a glare at Kacey. Cin reminded her very much of how Laura had been as a young girl, headstrong, jumped onto things, no filter. She knew what it was like to suffer and have a hard life, yet still managed a sort of naivety. Kacey had often gone off on Laura like that, giving her long winded lectures, and often earning the same response as Cin had given. The glare Laura shot in her direction informed her that her sister must be thinking along the same lines as her. She had always scolded herself for being harsh on her sister, always promised herself she'd do it differently next time, try to be nicer about it, let her win a little bit, just something, but then Laura would get on her nerves, Kacey would snap, and cycle repeat. Needless to say, Kacey was now in a fairly foul mood and lost in her thoughts, causing her to barely hear what Des had said.

"I'll think about it." She responded before turning in the direction of Pegs. Animals had always been the one thing Kacey found comfort in, because they loved you completely unconditionally. They didn't care what you said to them, they'd just sort of stare at you for a second before returning to whatever they were doing. And if you did get them mad, just bring them food and all is forgiven. It was so much more simple than all the complexities humans had to them. Plus, caring for the horse gave her an excuse not to talk to humans.

"Heya Pegs." Kacey greeted, the horse responding with a low rumble as her owner drew near. The horses were pretty much left to wander in the valley, as they had the only way out blocked off, and the horses knew where the food was, so they'd never had an issue with horses running off. The few horses that were flight risks stayed in a makeshift corral not far from where the other horses were grazing.

Going over to her tack, Kacey started rummaging through her saddle bag, taking out what she wouldn't need, putting in what she would, and doing general maintenance on the gear to make sure everything was in order.

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Kacey's eyes narrowed at the girl, but she stayed silent until she was done talking with her brother, listening intently to what was being said. Her irritation rose with pretty much every word that left Cin's mouth.

"If you were half as mature as you think you are, you'd have the self control to keep your mouth shut and follow orders. I can't have some half-cocked child with their own ideas putting others at risk because they didn't do as they were told." She finally said, giving Cin a hard stare. "I've told you where you're supposed to be. Now instead of playing the victim and complaining, do your job. Watching our supplies is no less important than going and getting more supplies, and I fully believe in everyone having someone to watch their back. If I let you go with your whims, that would leave Céline on her own, which could be potentially fatal if something were to happen and she had to deal with it by herself. It may not be an exciting job, but it is one that someone has to do, and until you can do this one without complaining, I don't see a reason to give you a job where you have even more chance of putting someone in danger. Now unless you have an intelligent suggestion to give, this conversation is over."

Not following orders was one of Kacey's pet peeves. Suggestions she could handle, as long as they had an actual bearing on events, such as the one about Angel earlier. However when it was just someone complaining because they'd like a different job, it got Kacey more than a little irritated, because then you were just slowing everyone else down. There was a certain respect she liked to have from the members of her gang, and whenever her orders were needlessly questioned, it showed a lack of that respect.

"We go to town tomorrow morning, I suggest everyone get their things ready, unless there are any other questions." Kacey announced, looking at the others in the group.

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Angel's comment towards Maverick was an unexpected one, and though her face remained mostly neutral (except for a small smirk) it earned a snort from Kacey. She knew the charm was a bit of a facade, but hey, as long as he didn't steal from her and did his job, they wouldn't have an issue. Plus it was freaking hilarious at that moment to her, and pretty much anyone who made a negative comment towards Maverick earned a little bit of affection from Kacey.

"I think you and I will get along just fine, my friend." She commented, still smirking. "And while I'm sure you wouldn't like to see anyone hurt, I don't think that'll be an issue. I checked out the town about a week ago and it's mostly just settlers." There was a bit of a sarcastic tone to her first sentence. She wasn't entirely sure he had actually wanted the information, but at the same time she figured it might actually be useful to know what to expect when they got there, so she obliged. "Anymore questions?"

A feeling of anxiety formed itself in the pit of her stomach as she looked around at the group, like it did before every heist. Despite not agreeing with some of the members, she didn't want any of them to be hurt, or caught. It was her responsibility to care for everyone, so if someone got caught, that was on her for not taking better care of them. True, this was just a simple heist, but things could always go wrong. Sometimes she wished her life were different, and that she didn't worry about the safety of other people every day, but how boring a simple life would be. It would never have made her happy, so she supposed she was with this gang til the end of the line.

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"Well, old chap, it seems you're just a tad unpopular." Alex commented to Maverick with a chuckle. Ever since Maverick had joined the gang, Kacey had seemed to have a personal vendetta against the poor man. Not that he didn't enjoy seeing a bloody wanker put in his place every now and then, but he had some mercy on the lad. It had occurred to him that Maverick somewhat resembled Kacey's late husband, but he'd never put much thought into the matter.

"When are we going to do this thing?" Alex asked, returning his attention to their leader. It seemed they had everything planned out, except when exactly it was happening.

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"What happens then is you get another beating, boy. I've been itching to take out some of my frustrations on you, so don't give me a reason. Unless you just like having your face bashed in." Kacey commented casually with a shrug as she heard Maverick's response.

She hadn't considered Angel's race as being a factor. Years of traveling had somewhat dimmed her distinction of races, and the stereotypes that came with it. She had yet to adapt to all the prejudices that this country had, and quite honestly she didn't want to adapt. The amount of barriers that were placed around humanity simply because of race was astonishing. As she thought of her travels, the winding path of her mind led Kacey to her son, as it had been doing for several weeks now. In two days he would have been seven. Would have been. The pain of that life taken so early had not faded, and she doubted it ever would, but it was especially noticeable around the time of his birthday. It made her think of all the times she should have had with him, but never did. Very simple things, like teaching him how to read and write, seeing him grow up and progress as a human, and just being his mother. But she wasn't a mother anymore, and this was not the time for these thoughts.

"The name is Kacey, Angel. But you do have a point, and Maverick had a good solution, so you and Emily will just switch places." Kacey stated. Much as she hated him, Maverick did have good suggestions at times.

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Kacey glanced at Maverick as he spoke, frowning as she did so. It had been quite obvious to her that Laura was... Interested in Maverick, and to be quite honest, she couldn't have been attracted to a person Kacey approved of less. It was doubtful that Laura would appreciate her sister interfering with her life again, so Kacey tried to ignore the situation, though there was a slight homicidal urge bringing itself to the front of Kacey's mind.

"Everyone can get what they absolutely need, but make it quick. This isn't a recreational visit, I intend on working while we're there. We can take a little more time in the next town." Kacey stated. "If any of y'all take too long, I'm going to be very pissed when I break your ass out of jail. Actually, I'll probably just leave you there and save myself some effort." She wasn't serious of course, and she doubted any of them would get caught. Usually the gang did well at working efficiently and getting everything done in the time allotted. She had to admit she was proud of them for that.

"Emily, Des, you two will come with me to the bank. I'll need Angel to stand watch outside to make sure we don't get unexpected company. Alex, Laura, you guys go do your thing and get whatever we need, Maverick make sure they don't get shot and watch for my signal to high-tail it out of there. Cin and Céline will stay here and make sure no one discovers our hideout. If anyone has something specific they want from town, give a list to Alex and he'll get it if he can. Anyone have any problems with that?" Kacey glanced around at the group, observing their expressions. Though she didn't like people changing her plans, Kacey tried to get everyone's opinion, in case they thought of something she didn't.

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"Listen, complain all you want, but I doubt the quality of the cups would make a difference with you lot. You'd probably forget tin cups all in a row in front of the carriage and they'd all get bent and be useless. So I get cheap cups because at least they're easy to replace. But I wouldn't have to replace them if someone would just be more careful." Alex retorted, grumbling to himself. He silenced himself when Kacey started talking again, paying close attention to what was being said. He figured this would be a pretty routine heist, as long as everyone followed the plan.

"I'm alright with that." Alex shrugged his shoulders, having no particular aversion to being an errand boy. Someone had to do it, after all, and he could probably get it done the fastest.

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I'm super busy but I'll try to make a post today if at all possible.

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Oh fun >~<

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If the other two haven't posted by the end of the week I'll pester them and let them know we're moving on XD

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Alex will find out, and he won't be happy about it XD

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Alex looked up from his spot on the ground where he was currently cleaning his gun. Kacey's voice reached him and he perked up a little. Going into town meant they were going to get more money, and more money meant more food, more food meant a very happy Alex. After being with Kacey and the gang for four years, he'd learned most of the procedures and knew they would probably either be doing some legitimate business in town, or some not so legitimate business. Considering the fact that they had virtually nothing to sell, he figured it would be best if he finished cleaning his gun as soon as possible.

"Will I have time to stop by a store? We're running low on cups since some klutz keeps breaking them. I'm getting tin cups if I can find them, maybe they'll actually stick around." Alex chimed in, calling over to Kacey. He didn't know who the culprit was, but he was tired of fighting for cups around here.