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Connor chose to ignore Una as he trudged up the stairs. It would be much better that way, he decided. Acknowledge her existence but don't take the bait. And as for Sisceal, he just gave him a hard stare and a grunt before shouldering past him towards the bath that awaited him. As he soaked in...

Connor grunted his appreciation, mind more focused on their next steps than the conversation at hand. Though he did manage to snag the portion about Sisceal being responsible for getting them found. Which, honestly, was fine, it wasn't his first time, nor was he the only one to have misplayed a...

"Fuck," growled Connor, slamming a hand on the table, frustrated at the situation they had just found themselves in. Killing one was fine and dandy, something to brag about to the others in between jobs. But having a whole damn posse of them after you was something all together. Connor wasn't...

"Stepper can find his way back to me his self." Connor stated flatly. That big horse seemed to have a knack for finding where Connor was hiding no matter where that might be. He swore the damn thing could climb sheer cliffs if he was in a cave he had to climb halfway up to get to, if it really...

Connor stopped looking dubiously at the food that was brought out long enough to glare at Sisceal as he casually passed explaining why they were there off on to him. Come to think of it, he had pretty much done the same back at the swamp witch's home. Perhaps he just got bashful around strong...

Connor blinked in confusion at the sudden appearance of Una. He had to admit, she was quite good looking. Didn't hold a candle to his Elizabeth, of course, but he couldn't deny facts. And she knew about his deal with Samael. Or at the very least hinted at it. He certainly wasn't a celebrity in...

Connor grunted at Sisceal, thinking he couldn't handle a dainty little fairy. But he did move the case of little devils, tucking them inside his shirt for safe keeping. "Why hope to find a good spot when you got one already. Give your fairy friend a holler, I'm sure I can handle her." She...

Connor looked up at Sisceal, having taken the oars from the injured man and had begun rowing. "If it was, I better start rowing like hell then." There was no time to think about it. They needed to put as much distance between them and that town as possible. Double that if it was one the Virtues...

"If someone takes them, we're dead anyways." Connor retorted, waving a dismissive hand as Sisceal gave his two cents on the bullets. "Go untie the boat, I'll be right behind you." And with that, he quickly grabbed an unopened box of those little devils and crammed them into his vest pocket...

Connor had his gun in his hand as soon as the first bullet hit the floor. But when he saw that it was just Sisceal making a mess, he angrily shoved it back into it's holster. "What the hell was that all about?" He hissed as he came over to squinted at the floor, straining to see what had caused...

Connor was not to far behind Sisceal, having simply turned the boat around so all he had to do was give it a good shove and off they'd be. He was, however, not quite as nimble as the lanky Horseman of Famine. Nor was he quite as stealthy, though he did weave his way between the shadows as good...

"You don't know what you missed." Connor grumbled defensively. He didn't think the gruel was that bad, better than cold hard tac at least. "Break in, nice and quick. Get food, clothes, and some more munitions. We don't need anything else. But if you think you can carry it, might as well. We're...

"I see 'em, Sisceal. I see 'em every night." Connor replied simply and leaving it at that as he fell into a rhythm. "We keep going, past the town. I don't know how much that hag was liked in these parts, but I don't want to gamble with it being 'good'." And though he said that, he did slow down...

"I'd take your lot hundred times over than what I got." Connor said bitterly, but the anger was drained from him now. Sisceal was no longer at risk of getting his brains blown out the back of his skull. Though if he was being honest, that probably wouldn't have been enough to keep Sisceal down...

Connor stared at Sisceal, jaw clenched and teeth grinding behind his closed lips as he fought to keep his cool. Just so he could explain to him why he had such a problem with what Sisceal did, not that he didn't completely understand. "I had a wife and kids once. But I made the wrong deals with...

Connor looked at Sisceal, the ever present fire in his eyes dimmed. "Get away from me you fucking prick," he growled through gritted teeth. Luckily for the Horseman of Famine, Connor holstered his pistols. Unluckily, he put them away after giving Sisceal a good smack upside their head. "I got...

That bastard wasn't getting it at all. This realization caused Connor to screw up his face in an attempt to contain his anger, before failing and firing off a shot. At least he was together enough to miss. "Stop talkin'!" He roared at Sisceal. "I've had everything taken from me, what's the...

Connor blinked in shock as the hag withered before his eyes, before he saw Sisceal's hand wrapped around what was her ankle and he figured it out. With a twitch of his finger, he blew apart the hag's withered form. Flicking open the glowing and smoking chamber, he casually loads in six more...

The mixture of seeing Sisceal's perfect little life that he had given up and the old woman's taunting finally pushed him over the edge. His magical might rushed towards him, slamming into the barrier the hag had put on him, slipping through the cracks and burning it from the inside out. Flicking...

Connor growled at the old woman as she appeared and gave her little speech. "I know you're blind, but I ain't exactly strugglin' here." That was when he noticed Sisceal being choked by a large constrictor of some sort, and rolled his eyes. Figured he wouldn't be able to hold his own in a fight...