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Like autumn leaves his sense fell from

WHO: Bobo Del Rey
WHERE: Around the North village
WHEN: Early part of October to mid month
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: PG probably. Will warn for stronger

The Woods

Grabbing an axe from the storerooms and straps that he found as well, Bobo heads off into the woods several times a week. It's been years since he's had to function without electricity, but he's lived in a time where all a man had was what he gathers for himself. Or got others to gather for him.

Sadly Bobo does not have others to do it, and so he's preparing on his own. If this place is anything like the world he knows that looks so much like this, then there's snow coming, bitter cold nights, and a need to ensure they are not a problem for him.

Often due to the weather he strips away the fur coat he wears everywhere, leaving it laying over a low branch while he works. A few times when he's been working for a while, he adds his shirt to the pile, figuring he's far enough out that perhaps no one will see the demon's mark on his back. Here it may not glow, appearing to be a massive scar, but still there long enough he doesn't consider it much.

He hauls the wood back with the straps, hanging on his back and starts making a well stacked pile to one side of his place in the North village.

Fishing, of a sort

He'd once talked to another here about building a stone and stick trap to try and capture fishes instead of spending time fishing. Gathering up a lot of sticks from when he's chopped wood, he carries a bundle down to the river. Adding large smooth stones to the pile where he's working, he leaves his boots and coat high on the banks and starts working on building a M shaped trap like ones he remembers from a century or so before. He's not sure that red salt will work to preserve fish, but he's willing to try.

The Inn

Bobo makes a point of coming to the Inn at least once a day for a meal. He tends to sit by himself, with his back to the wall when he can, watching others from time to time, though he isn't used to approaching others and isn't sure how to begin.

About once a week he can be seen heading into the kitchen with something he's gathered or killed, leaving them in the kitchen for those that prepare the meals or others. He remembers well enough that payment is needed, or at least appreciated, and so he ensures that they have the items they need to continue making the meals.

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"You do know that most don't do things that are smart," he notes, because not only has it been his experience, but in the end he can't say he's one of those men. He's done things for a lot of stupid reasons, and many of them spurred on by spite.

"And that's why I'm trying. Don't have the time to sit around, and definitely need a break from the stew," he says with a snort but it's partially a chuckle. "You ever run a trap line? If I had enough hooks, I would try that."

"That might be true, but people can surprise you when their lives are on the line." Ty headed back to shore to collect another large rock, hefting it carefully and heading back into the river. "Besides, there have to be some smart people here. People have planted crops, opened a hospital, and have taken shifts to wrangle in any newcomers."

"Have you been stuck here long?" Ty asked, a bit sympathetically. Other than the usual things like family, friends, and central heating, Ty was pretty sure he missed the variety of take out that he'd grown up with. He'd never been much of a cook, so the bland meals he'd been making were for sustenance and not taste. Unfortunately.

"I can make hooks for it out of branches or bones, but there's a forge here isn't there?"

He glances at Ty, considering him for a long time. "You're what? Twenty six? Give it time," he says, not that most don't have the time Bobo's had. "In the end, you realize most of the world is run on spite and revenge. Even when you try and do the right thing."

Which is a lot of pain and torture in those words, as well as the disillusionment of a good man who gave up.

"Nope. Not long at all. Been about a month now," he says, pausing to consider that, making a face. "Branches wouldn't work. They'll dissolve in the water. Bone might work though. What it is, you put a stake out about chest deep or so. Or if there's a natural structure. String hooks from there to the shallows, and then bait them. If you can do it at a narrow enough spot? They have no choice, but it can work in other areas as well, so long as you know you have a lot of activity in the area."

And suddenly years of being a timid mouse in Purgatory is paying off.

"That's an awfully precise guess." Ty said, a bit impressed or wondering just what about his demeanor made him seem so young. But, he supposed, anyone pitted against someone who had lived for centuries would seem young. "I'm not saying that I won't believe that, one day, but for now, it seems like an awful coop out. There will always be people who want to help out others, as much as there are those who would hurt them."

He whistled slightly, intrigued. "Well, I can search for bone if you want to find the ideal spot."

That gets a chuckle. "I've known a lot of people over the years. You start getting good on looking at a person and knowing things." Which is a lot of fanciness for finding out that he had been damn lucky.

He gives the kid a look, shaking his head. "That is just saying that there's always going to be innocent victims getting their lives ruined. So that's not a cop out. It's knowing that it gets ugly and it gets bad and it rarely gets that way for the ones that caused it." Wyatt hadn't paid. Robert had. His heirs had. Never the man that got the curse placed to begin with.

"That could work. Might figure out where the Inn dumps their scraps. Unless someone is harvesting the bones for tools."

"So even know witches and demons you don't believe in karma?" Ty asked, which in itself might be a cop out way of thinking of people getting their just desserts, but really, what else was there? Maybe not in this lifetime, but the next, all the negativity they spewed would come back to them threefold. Just because it wasn't instant didn't mean it didn't happen, or at least that's what Ty wanted to believe.

"I'm sure there'd be plenty enough to share. If not, I can just go hunting." He set down the next stone carefully, turning to look at the shore in search of more.

Bobo goes still at that. Looking away, considering his words and trying to keep them in as much check as his temper. Slowly he turns towards Ty, moving a step closer, his head cocked, one hand moving out towards him in gesture.

"I believe in what's real. I've seen the work of witches, and I've lived the life of a demon. What I have never seen? Anyone truly pay for the things they've done."

He shakes his head, more than a bit wild eyed.

"Sure a demon is locked away, but the man he cursed lived his lifetime and died. His heirs pay, lifetime after lifetime. He doesn't. A good man who offered his life to save many is betrayed by the one person he holds in esteem, and he lives a life of torment and prison for doing the right thing. Karma is a game played as much as the boogeyman to scare children but there's nothing in it that's real. What you do is not punished upon you but those around you, and what is the fairness or karmic payback in that?"

Forgotten is the trap he's building, finding himself letting out that anger and pain as if it will matter. It didn't in Purgatory, it won't here.

As soon as Bobo went deathly still, Ty was well aware that he'd pushed a few sensitive buttons. It took some fortitude he wasn't aware he had to stay put, maintaining eye contact with him as he stepped forward. He wasn't sure if he was going to get a fist for his trouble or a lecture, and considering the mountain man's size and strength, he was a bit grateful he went for the latter. Even if the contents of it were highly confusing and a bit heart breaking. The more he learned, the more questions he had.

Ty had been told often by his friends ( mostly by Delilah and Kira ) that he lived in an ivory tower, and had been spared from most of the ugliness of the world. Until he had met Kira, he couldn't say he had even thought this was a problem. He had gotten better, he had thought, in empathizing and not putting his foot in his mouth, but maybe he wouldn't outgrow that until he was older and jaded. Or been put through the wringer, over and over, like the man in front of him.

He held up his hands, as if to show he was harmless. "Sorry, it was a tasteless joke. I didn't..." He paused, crossing his arms over his chest, expression furrowed. "Who was it that betrayed you?"

"People believe it. They believe in a lot of things," he points out, giving a shake of his head, more animal than human in many ways. It's enough to break much of that tension about him, moving back to setting up the edge of the trap, figuring that salting fish is as easy as trying to cure meat.

"But believing that if you're a good person bad things won't happen to you is only setting yourself up for a lot of pain and misery. No one is looking out for you more than themselves, and they'll leave you to die if it suits their needs."

Not even being cruel about it. Almost wanting to spare this kid from the kind of literal Hell he himself has been through.

Though he isn't quick to answer that question.

"A man I trusted, who I thought would always do the right thing. Looking back? I was a fucking idiot, let me tell you. Given the company he kept, I should've known. Instead I thought if I did the right things, helped when I could, that it would be okay. Even when I knew I was going to die."

What harm was belief so long as it didn't hurt anyone? Ty was tempted to ask, but considering how wild the man had looked about karma alone, he figured it was best to just listen and learn. Especially since what he was saying struck a chord in him.

Kira had said that Kent, someone he had considered a good friend and ally, had nearly killed him then just left him to die in the middle of a battleground. Ty hadn't wanted to believe it, and still didn't, but it wasn't like Kira could have known who Kent was otherwise. Nor did he have any reason to make up something so gruesome. Kira might complain that Ty dived into everything head first without thinking of the consequences, but he wouldn't need to lie about Ty getting himself in that sort of situation. Ty already knew himself well enough.

"I'm sorry." That was sincere, and though he doubted the other man would appreciate it, he gave him a quick, empathetic pat on the shoulder. "I haven't had anything close like to that happen, so I can't imagine... What happened to him?"

Working is easier than thinking about emotions he's put behind him with violence and aggression. Talking about it isn't easy, or even part of his life, but finding himself trapped here with the heir has brought a lot of it up. Especially about how long you can be haunted by the past, since this had felt like freedom and a new beginning.

He doesn't jerk away from the pat, but glances at him looking fairly confused. He's not used to being shown sympathy, and definitely not used to most invading his space willingly like that. Of course, people here don't know what he is or has done, so that does explain a lot.

"You're lucky then. Watch after yourself so it doesn't," he says, feeling like he's actually giving good advice, even if he's lived with a lot of loneliness for a very long time for it. And then the one time he trusts again, his heir does the same thing to him.

"Both of them are dead now," he says, voice tight, trying to keep the emotions out, even if those for Willa are still raw and he hasn't talked about it since learning the truth from Wynonna. "One a very long time ago. One just after I came here apparently. You let people in and you get hurt. All I can tell you."

Not losing his arm to that pat was a good sign, and the fact that he wasn't shrugged off was even better. Ty wasn't planning on going in for a full body hug anytime soon, but he'd be less wary about offering up physical affection later on down the road. Even though Bobo was saying things like 'watch out for yourself' or 'don't let others in', he wasn't exactly walling himself off.

"I'll keep an eye out. But I like to think I have good people here who will cover my blind spots too." Ty said cheerfully, going back to gathering rocks, lugging them back over. "Which reminds me, I don't think I ever got your name? I'm Ty by the way."

He set the rock down, wiping his hands off onto his scrubs, grinning. "I feel like we've done everything backwards. Deep talks and advice but we never got around to introducing ourselves."

All of what he is experiencing in this place is new to Bobo. Not even since he's been a demon but since before. An outcast, the weird mousy man. He's not used to people spending time with him, seeking him out, or helping him. He's the one that came to help like this, or they avoided him in fear of him hurting them.

This is all so different to him.

"It's because deep talks are easier than introductions, than being yourself, than actually getting to know others," he points out, because in his mind, that makes sense to him. Because it's easier talking about his life in abstracts than about himself as the man he is.

"The name's Bobo Del Rey," he says, pausing to look at Ty once more. "And while you're likely right I would maybe help you out? You're trusting the wrong man with your back if you start thinking that can mean me. My very nature means I'm like the worst possible choice," he says, which is being deathly honest with the boy, even if he's realized he kind of likes the boy.

"You think so? I think it's the opposite. Usually introductions are the easy part because they don't necessarily have to mean anything." Ty said, glancing over at the man, a mix of amusement and interest. He wouldn't say he was a slouch when it came to important topics, Delilah and his expensive education had seen to that, but he didn't usually walk up to someone and start talking about morality and the possible cosmic punishments for it. That was usually a third meeting kind of deal.

But none of his meetings with Bobo had fit the careful script he usually had for people. In his experience, being friendly was a good way to keep people from really knowing you. Someone who was constantly smiling or willing to help others wasn't allowed to have a bad day, get mad or upset.

"It's nice to finally get your name, Bobo." Ty said with a grin, it refusing to falter even as Bobo continued. "Your very nature? So far you seem like a good man who's just doing the best with the very rough hand he's been dealt. Just because you're not one to babysit doesn't hurt my feelings."

"You've never lived with your name being well known, or in the shadow of a legend. Both means your name has weight, and that weight is troublesome," he says, pausing as he thinks about it, the weight he carried first for Wyatt and then for himself as a revenant.

Moving slowly to not disturb things, making sure the poles are settled so they would provide shade and draw in fish. Hopefully.

He doesn't answer right away, looking up at the kid. "You're always like this, aren't you? Friendly? Helpful? Do what's right for people? You'd give them the shirt off your back, and go places you normally wouldn't, right?" Not sounding upset, honestly checking to see if he's right about something.

"I've been lucky. My family name has mostly had good connotations to it, so it never seemed like a bother." The benefit of coming from a family with old money and good connections was that his name tended to open doors, not weigh him down. He had taken it for granted, growing up, but as his world view had expanded, he had started to realize how much had been handed to him. Which meant that he was obligated to give back.

He was heading back to shore to pick up more rocks when he heard the question, Ty turning to look at Bobo with a small shrug. "Like you said, I haven't had much reason to be anything else. It might be naive, but I do believe if I'm in a position to help someone, I should. You're benefiting from it right now, aren't you?" He asked cheekily, going a bit further down the river bank to find more suitable rocks.

"Not everyone is like that," he says, still working, thinking about it. About being Robert Svane. About rebirth as a demon who named himself for his own foolishness.

"Yep, I am. For my own benefit," he points out, giving him a sharp look. Not angry, more that he's bothered by a lot, and opening up bothers him as much as holding back the things he wants to say. "I used to be like that too. Gave up everything for a man a lot like I am now. Rude. Domineering. Controlling. Out for what he wanted even if in the end he did a lot of good. I ended up..." He stops then, shaking his head. "I know what happens when you're a man like that and it hurts in the end. More than I think you realize yet."

But he'd learn one day. Just as Robert Svane had.

"You're not going to share any of the fish that this thing catches?" Ty said, mock offended, before continuing to work anyway. He positioned the rocks so they were closer together and stable, humming a bit as he worked. While he knew it was a distinct possibility that Ty could end up used, he liked to believe so long as it was for the greater good, or hell, even one other person's good, it'd be a good trade.

"Look, I like you and all, but no offense, I'm not here to give you everything." Ty said cheekily, standing up and wiping his hands off on his pant legs. "And you haven't been all that rude to me. Cut yourself some slack."

"With others? Maybe not. With you? We'll see," he says, because he's still feeling off kilter with the generosity that seems to be part of who he is in this place. He gets it. He can be anyone he wants. He just hates the idea that his life before this was choice and not nature, not realizing that in some fundamental ways, his nature has been changed here. Not to mention how different a person can be when their environment changes. Even if one prison for another.

Bobo straightens, staring at Ty for a long time. At length he just shakes his head, bending to work on jamming the rocks against one another to make things secure. "It's not about me doing anything but what I've been through, but it's one of those things where I sound like I'm trying to scare children."

"I'll take it." Ty said with a small laugh, hands on his hips as he watched Bobo work to make everything sturdier. "But first we'll see if this even catches much." Once it seemed like everything was as good as it was going to get, he slogged back to shore, picking up his pack again.

If he was concerned or scared or worried about the weight of the other man's stare, it didn't seem to affect him in the slightest. He was used to unnerving people, for better or for worse, who had looked at him from everything to reverence or disgust. It seemed more like this was assessing, and there was no reason to worry about it. Either he made the cut in whatever judgement Bobo was passing or he didn't.

"Good thing I don't scare easily." He couldn't argue that he wasn't a child, considering everything the other man had told him, so he didn't. "But if there's nothing else, I need to head off. I'll see you around?"

Most of it is put together, and Bobo knows all it needs is some leaves for shade and then time to see if it works. He'd get it finished and then hope none of this has been a waste of time. He chuckles then, giving Ty a nod.

"I think that's a very good thing," he admits, though maybe that's not the best assessment for Ty's sake. He nods though, waving a hand at him. "Go on. I'll check it tomorrow and let you know how our work did."

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