There were so many times I thought I have died

[fooloftheking]

WHO: Bobo Del Rey
WHERE: Both North and South Village
WHEN: First few weeks of February after returning
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Will update if needed

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There are so many parts that I have hidden and that I yet lost - Either village, First wk of Feb

Bobo Del Rey is dead. Long live the King.

Much as Bobo rallied himself with the others, almost glad to have found himself with Eddie, Venom and Karen in that hell that passed for a temple - and he's sure there's something in that about religion and belief and faith and facing the truth but fuck all that noise - but just because they're the ones he was with, and therefor cared enough to help, he's caught up in so much more.

Like the fact that he did care about others. It's been so many decades since he's cared, and a lot of torture both given and received, and now he's having to face the truth. He's dead. Except instead of being sucked into Hell for more torture, to be further tormented until the heir died once more as they always did, he is here. There is no return. There is no torture. There's just this, and he's not sure what that means. Not for himself, or the confusion that has been haunting him since this place.

But once they're assured everyone has made it back, and that things are back to normal, Bobo is doing his best to get back to a normal life. When in the southern most village, he works on the butcher shop, trying to pull everything together. Cleaning up the entire shop from top to bottom, turning all of the hides, and working to bottle the ink he'd made from tallow soot, leaving the little bottles on the counter near the soap that Watney made.

When back to the north, he can be found often working on the former police station turned barn where they now houses a myriad of animals, including the new baby groffle that somehow the cowboys had managed to bring back with them after the video. They weren't doing much better than he was, but none of them were talking about it. Instead they kept working.

So he works on splitting logs, and preparing the land to add a pasture to turn them out into until the weather turns and they can take them out further from the village.

There are so many colors that I still try to hide while I paint - Off Color

If Bobo is conflicted over who he is and the man he will be, having a moment of his device going a bit wonky is not going to fix that.

He hasn't bothered himself too much with what the device color means, or about these powers that some speak of possessing. His isn't what he knows as being a revenant, and he's not sure what to think of being given something else, but he knows one thing.

In his mind that change in colors is a possible sign of a weakness that he isn't willing to admit to others. Especially after he finds himself standing in the middle of the butcher shop feeling what he can only describe as sad over the state of the animals in various degrees of death and dismemberment around him.

Ripping up some rag pieces he's kept around into thin strips, he wraps them around is wrists, over the palm of his hand, using them to hide the device, before going about his business. Business that is less the business he's chosen for himself and more spending time seeking out others in the inn. Approaching others if they don't seek him out, quieter and less boisterous than he usually is.

It would seem if the images of his death aren't putting him in mind of his past, and what he might become or refuse to acknowledge, well then the powers that be aren't willing to give him a choice.

Comments

[clouded_heart]

Foggy is very quiet, petting the chick on the top of its little fuzzy head. "I can't. I'm sorry. Not in a way that makes sense. There's secrets involved that aren't mine. I can't give those things away. But... I don't know. I'm a bit messed up by it all."

[fooloftheking]

"Did you do it to watch them fall in ruin? Did you do it to save yourself and let them burn?" He asks it nearly casually as he sets up the kirin in their "stalls", moving to get the cut long grass they had left to cure for their meals.

"It wasn't Karen, was it?" His voice a bit of a growl then, glancing at Foggy as his eyes narrow.

[clouded_heart]

"No, of course not. I just... couldn't do it anymore." He burned out. Or burned up. Something like that.

"No, not Karen. Karen was on the periphery of the whole thing, being as how she worked for me and Matt at the time. It was Matt. Most of my life statements involving someone else will come back to Matt."

[fooloftheking]

"And you think that makes you a bad man?" He turns to face Foggy, moving with slow steps to where he was, head canting, staring at him. "You actually believe that, don't you?" And he looks utterly confused by that. "You think you did something wrong?" He asks it but there's a statement to it as he gestures at him.

"Though I'm glad it's not Karen," he says. "I like you too much to hurt you for that," he says, smirking a bit though it's probably not entirely a joke. With Bobo it's not always easy to know.

[clouded_heart]

"I'm not telling you everything about it. There's a lot of context missing. I told you that." He can't spill Matt's secrets. Or Elektra's.

He sets down the chick he was holding into the pen and goes for another. "I gave up on a friend. Possibly when he needed me most. I won't let myself do that again. And frankly, Karen doesn't need you defending her, she'll do it just fine on her own. I promise." The response could also be a joke. It might not be.

[fooloftheking]

He holds up both in "surrender". "Fine, I'll take your word for it," he says, shaking his head. "You're a monster." So says the monster.

"And I'm not defending her. Please. Trust me," he says, thinking about what he's seen. "She's a fucking bad ass. She's got things handled herself," he says, smirking. "So, want to see the new thing the cowboys brought home?"

[clouded_heart]

"You know there's middle ground between 'angel' and 'monster', right? Like, not a great guy at times. Or pretty good person who occasionally does shitty stuff. Or person put in goddamn awful situation."

Foggy nods, because Bobo's assessment of Karen is accurate. "Sure! Is it going to try and eat me?"

[fooloftheking]

"I never said you were an angel. I said you were a good man, and you argued with me," he points out. "I know angels. I've known a few in my life. Couple literal. A couple just good kids," he says. Well kid, in the case of Rinoa. "You seemed to want me to see you in a bad light," he says, shrugging as he moves towards the door that separates the sheriff's office from the main jail room.

He opens the door and out ambles a gangly-ish groffle calf, all large nose, and bud horns and clattering hooves as he rambles out.

[clouded_heart]

"I don't feel like a good man. I feel like a self interested one.... oh, that is so cute."

Foggy set down the chick in the pen and turned his attention to the calf, offering out a hand to it. "Hello there, you ridiculous creature. Aren't you wonderfully silly."

[fooloftheking]

"Nothing wrong with that," Bobo says, though of course he feels that way.

He's more than amused though by the calf coming over and snuffling at Foggy's hand.

"The books at the inns talk about them being about like bison or so, but we'll see how it ends up."

[clouded_heart]

Foggy is enthusiastically rubbing and scritching the calf around its nubbins and ears. "So this little fella could be growing into a giant?"

[fooloftheking]

And he is loving it. Tongue lolling, leaning into Foggy eagerly.

"Supposedly. I didn't see them. They touched a fox, I guess? And next thing they knew, they were in the middle of nowhere else, and found him. But the inn has notes on them and they're pretty big."

[clouded_heart]

"Big enough to ride? I'm not thinking for speed, but for dragging loads and the like." Beasts of burden. "Not yet, not for you, you're still just a baby, aren't you?"

Foggy's missing his niece and nephew and baby cousins. A lot.

[fooloftheking]

He pauses, considering that as he watches the pair. The groffle is definitely loving it as he leans hard into Foggy.

"Maybe. I think that may be part of what they've got planned. They got really into this having a farm thing."

[clouded_heart]

"Well, wasn't it the dream of the early West? Your own land, a farm, a self made man and that?" He keeps up his attentions on the groffle.

[fooloftheking]

"I guess. For me it was trying to keep my town in one piece, but I guess you're right. But now we have chicks and horses of a sort, and now this guy."

[clouded_heart]

"And now this ridiculous creature," Foggy agrees. "Are you and them from the same sort of time?"

[fooloftheking]

"And now this guy" he says, thumping his side lightly, friendly in that touch. "We are. Not from the same places, but there years are less than a decade between us all."

[clouded_heart]

"It must be... nice. To be so out of time, but have people who can help. For both of you." He glances to the kirin. "Maybe I should get an animal. Not a croc-dog. Those things are horrifying, I don't care how friendly they are."

[fooloftheking]

"What is with those damned things?" His nose wrinkles, making a face. "I don't get why anyone finds that as a good pet." He shakes his head.

"It was good for me and Vasquez when I first got here. He understood my life, and I got where he was coming from. Made things easier I think when Faraday showed up."

[clouded_heart]

"I don't know, they're terrifying nightmare creatures, I'm just grateful Anne doesn't have one. I like looking after the kitten, but if she had a croc dog, I would make her find someone else to look after it during the next crisis."

[fooloftheking]

"At least the llamas or whatever they are look cute, and the unicorns," he says, waving a hand at them. "Have use. Same as that mess," he says, scritching the groffle. "I guess maybe yappy ugly dogs could be used for security?"

[clouded_heart]

"A lot of people seem to like them. Must be something to it. I just don't get what." He's not really a pet person on the whole, despite the fact he quite likes animals.

[fooloftheking]

"You a dog person otherwise?" He knows he's not, and honest about that. "I mean, never had a pet myself."

[clouded_heart]

"I'm not a pet person. Taking care of Matt was a full time job." It's mostly a joke, but he just didn't have time for pets. College, then work. Marci wasn't really an animal person. "And animal fur on suits is a bad look for a high paid lawyer."