After Chase was evicted from the reins of the smaller of the wagons, he stomped his way to the other wagon in annoyance and after climbing the foldable stairs of the wagon, Chase sat down immediately right beside the opening. After a minute or two of waiting, however, it didn’t take Chase long to fall asleep, it happened so fast that he was asleep before the wagons even started moving

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After being asleep for a while on their peaceful journey, the wagon was moving along to the destination the wagon suddenly hit a small bump in the road that caused Chase to begin leaning forward as he slept, which eventually caused his head to collide with the knee of the person sitting across from him, Cloud, who was still wearing an obscene amount of armor, meaning that the collision hurt.

After hitting his head Web fell to the ground in both surprise and pain before shorty getting up and sitting back down in the spot he was previously in. After sitting back on the seat, Chase checked out his surroundings, him and Cloud were sitting at the back of the wagon at the fordable stairs, but Cloud was suffering from motion sickness and appeared to be out of it, “Probably didn’t even feel me hit his knee,” Chase thought to himself.

As Chase looked towards the front he saw Taste and the captain playing a card game that was most likely go fish, as every other card game that Chase has tried to play with her was too complicated for her, how did she even become a captain? Behind them Pause was reading a book at the far end of the wagon while Port was at the reins steering, looks like he either wasn’t in the mood for poetry, or Chase had been asleep for longer then he had thought. Chase took a second to look at their surroundings. Behind their wagon was the other smaller wagon witch contained a good portion of their supplies in it with Boomer at the reins talking to what appeared to be a sleeping Forge who Boomer either didn’t know was asleep, or simply didn’t care.

As Chase was looking back at the other wagon Boomer waved and called out, “Hey Webs! How was the nap?” to which Chase ignored and instead looked around at their surroundings to try and figure out how far along they were. By looking at the sun Chase figured that it was a bit passed high noon, so about one o’clock or so.

After figuring out the approximate time, Chase stood up and stepped up onto the bench and started to carefully walk towards the front of the wagon, cutting his finger and shooting a blood string forward so that it stuck to the wood to the front to give Chase more stability in case there was another bump in the road. As Chase passed Taste and a confused captain's card game, Taste asked him if he wanted to join in their game of blackjack, to which Chase declined and kept on walking towards the front. As Chase reached the front of the wagon he retracted his blood string and leaned on the short wall that separated the benches and the steering seat.

“How’s it going Lawrence?” Chase asked the man at the reins.

“We’re on the job Webs, we’re supposed to call each other by our code names,” Lawrence responded.

“Too bad!” Replied Chase as he jumped over the wall, now sitting next to Lawrence. “So no poetry for today?” Asked Chase.

“I already did it on the way here while you were sleeping,“ Lawrence replied.

“Nerd.”

“What?!”

“Oh nothing,” Chase said as he began to quickly climb into the back of the wagon.

After sitting on the bench, Chase decided to talk to Pause, who was now sitting directly across from him reading, “So what’re you reading now Pause?”

“Stop antagonizing Port,” she said in a serious tone, closing her book and looking Chase in the eye’s, “We still have two more days of traveling after this, it was better when you were sleeping.”

“Wait a sec, this trip is a three-day trip?”

“Yes, if you didn’t immediately fall asleep you would have heard Port tell everyone that, as he did say it only a couple of minutes after we left.”

“Well damn, guess I’ll go play some cards, wanna join?” Chase asked.

“No thanks,” said Pause as she reopened her book, and with that, Chase got up and headed over to the captain and Taste to play what will almost certainly be a normal game of go fish or a confusing and frustrating game of blackjack.

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Rusty woke up to talking, continuous, endless talking. As Rusty woke up he saw Boomer still at the reins in front of him, after listening in to what Boomer was saying Rusty realized one thing, it seemed as though Boomer hadn’t stopped talking since they left, he kept asking Rusty questions as if they had been talking the whole time, but never stopped to see if Rusty actually answered any of them. Currently, he was talking about his favorite store in West-Rixon, Rusty didn’t care so he decided to tune him out and think of something better to do and eventually decided to practice his ability as practice makes perfect, but as he reached down to grab one of his bottles he realized one thing, he hadn’t brought any of his bottles of blood. As Rusty began to panic, Boomer finally noticed something other then his own voice and asked Rusty what was wrong, and actually waited for a response this time.

“I forgot to grab some bottles when I was getting ready yesterday,”

“Oh well if that’s it then there should be some bottles scattered about in the supplies. Oh that reminds me of this one time where I accidentally blew all the fingers off my right hand,” as Boomer continued to talk, Rusty began looking for bottles in the back of the wagon. After a few minutes of searching in through the supplies Rusty found an empty bottle that was a little larger than his hand.

After sitting back down with the bottle Rusty asked Boomer if he had a knife Rusty could use, to which Boomer replied, “Yeah, I got one right here,” Boomer said, handing Rusty a knife from his boot. After taking the knife in his right hand Rusty carefully cut his left palm and let the blood drip into the bottle, the blood was flowing really slowly, so it would probably take a while but Rusty figured he had the time with the fact that there was no snow in sight, meaning that Northguard was still a while away based off his knowledge of maps.

“Hey,” said Boomer in a suddenly not annoying tone, “if you’re collecting blood for your ability then drink a small amount of the blood from one of those bottles there,” he said as he pointed to one of the bottles that Rusty had set aside for him at the beginning of the trip, “Its some of Donors blood, she couldn’t come with us on this one so we got some of her blood instead. It increases one’s bodies healing rate exponentially, but it also increases the amount of blood circulating through your body, so if you have some and you’re not calm and bleeding, then it’ll kill you, so make sure you keep cutting till the blood stops flowing, but don’t worry much, it only lasts thirty seconds.”

After listening to Boomer's words of wisdom Rusty grabbed one of the two bottles from with the wagon, took the lid off and dipped his finger in. After putting the lid back on and the bottle back to where it originally was, Rusty licked the blood off his finger. For a moment, nothing happened, and then suddenly Rusty felt a surge of strength and the slow but sure drops of blood that was coming out of Rusty’s left hand turned into a steady stream that poured out of his hand as if his hand had become a small crimson river.

Rusty’s leaned his back against the wall, he felt like he might explode at any moment, and then he realized that he no longer felt any bleeding from his palm, Rusty looked at his hand stunned to see that there didn’t seem to be any trace of a cut other than the leftover blood on his hand. At that moment the feeling Rusty had of exploding from earlier intensified, causing him to remember what Boomer had said, that if he wasn’t calm and bleeding then he would die, so Rusty did what any sane person would do with that in mind and went down his left arm continuously cutting until stopping at the edge of his forearm, blood still flowing like a river.

Because so much blood was pouring out, Rusty thought to himself that he might die from blood loss but pushed the thought aside for the moment and used his ability to gather the blood on his arm and funnel it into the bottle, filling it. Not wanting the blood still coming out to go to waste Rusty increased the density of the blood in the bottle so that it would both all fit into the bottle without spilling it anywhere, and give him a large amount to work with if he needed it, with the only drawback being its increased weight.

As the times past second by second, Rusty kept filling up the bottle while the cuts he made healed at a rapid pace, when there were only two cuts left, the blood stopped flowing, signaling to Rusty that it was over. Surprisingly Rusty didn’t feel sick or nauseous from blood loss but didn’t feel the need to question Boomer about it. Rusty went to pick up the bottle that he had filled to find it to be much heavier than he thought it would be being a what Rusty guessed to be about fifteen kilograms.

After returning the knife that he had borrowed back to Boomer, Rusty sat back down in the back of the wagon and noticed some of the others in the wagon in front of them playing a card game.

“When do we stop for lunch or just food or rest in general?” Rusty asked Boomer.

“Oh, about that, yeah we’re not, the captain said that in order to get there and back as fast as possible we’re to eat and drink as we go and we’re only stopping when the animals need to because we already stopped this morning and about half an hour before you woke up, we’re probably not gonna stop again until sunset” Responded Boomer with a smile.

As the reality of the words sunk into Rusty’s head, he immediately felt as though Webs had betrayed him and put him into this trap on purpose, giving him this spot to prevent himself from the cruel fate of being stuck in the back of a wagon with the only exit blocked by a man who doesn’t know what silence is. For the rest of the ride that day, Rusty stared longingly at the card game in the wagon ahead, a card game that appeared to be blackjack, but eventually switched to what Rusty assumed was go fish.