[open] Probably not too bad.

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Who: Gaius and various other people are doing supply runs! Yeah!
When: Ambiguously timed supply shit going on over, let's say, the past four days (so 4/10 to 4/14)!
Where: In the middle of nowhere!
What: There's supply transporting up the yin yang over here!
Rating: None, but it might end up raunchy for all I know! I don't know why I went with the exclamation points but it felt right!

A:

So, what do you think? [Muttered. In case the hero next to him didn't get what Gaius meant a head was inclined towards their employer, Constance, who was fluttering about like a Canadian goose: nasty, vicious, and loud.]

B:

[And that was when Gaius turned to the person next to him and asked:] So, you got any idea where we are?

[A dark wind was starting to howl, with the promise of weather that wasn't quite a storm, but it would still be unpleasant.]

C:

[There had been a dramatic fight between them and bandits which was very heroic and dramatic. It was so fucking badass. I mean, seriously. Everyone did all sorts of cool shit, even the bandits, and this would go on describing that wonder and glory but...look, it would just be intimidating if it did. Just believe in it being heroic.

...]

How much we getting paid, again?

D:

[As a dying on the inside looking Gaius tore into that custard he looked at whatever poor son of a bitch was his dessert partner.] How'd your day go?

[He's kind of dying on the inside right now.]

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Safe as houses.

[Deadpan and sincere, despite the fact that his explicit breaking into houses count was 1 so far in his tenure in Blanc.

Although if Levi looked at him, Gaius would look back and...it was the same look he gave when (h)Alle flipped before he tore apart the boss with his bare hands or whatever he did during that adventure which was great and terrible and won't be recounted besides this.

It's a visual shorthand for, "I'm not arguing, but man, I can't believe what's probably gonna happen next." Which gets smoothed over as quickly as it happens.]

Nothing we haven't handled before. Heroes and all.

[...waiting until the woman's out of earshot.]

And I feel bad for the poor bastard who lets a scratch land on her merchandise. [Not that he's planning on it, but, you know, she seems like the type who'd kill them all.]

[powerdriven]

[ Good going. But really, just about any way you slice it, protecting these goods means that any bandits who try to get in their way are gonna die. That's just the way it is, and he won't go to any extra considerations if it means risking their own safety. Whether they do it or Constance does, the result is more or less the same.

Except this way, they won't die, too. Survival of the fittest.

Anyway, with their show of straight faces (at least one part genuine), they do manage to win her over. She goes to get the supplies, soon calling back for "you two" to come help. Before he obliges, he replies with a resigned press of his lips together. ]

Don't get ahead of yourself.

[ Not until they're home free for the road, that is. Not wrong, as she continues screeching at them as they move things into carriage in apparent threat that they break something. When they're finally given the go-ahead, Levi is sure he feels some weariness leave him. He pats the haunch of the horse leading their carriage of goods. ]

Walk. [ ...and they're off. Though "walk" applies to them, too. Far safer for the cargo to stay on their feet. ]

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[He was actually good for once and resisted the urge to pocket a thing or three while he loaded as he got the sense that he'd be a dead man if he was caught, and, more surprisingly, got the sense that Levi would actually notice.

Which is why Levi was Levi in his brain and not Bean or Shorty. The people he should be careful around skipped the cute nicknames.]

You done this before, Levi.

[He said as he started walking. He could take a hint and...agreed, actually, on feeling better.]

[powerdriven]

[ He might, but just this once, he'd be willing to let it slide on behalf of them not getting flayed alive by the inventor here for the indiscretion. Of course, being out on this relatively open road by themselves was another thing. You never know what might happen out here, the welfare of the real bandits included.

It's not exactly a bad thing to be deigned it, but he's far past the point of demanding respect from anyone. For the other heroes, just cooperation will do. ]

Yeah. Seems there's a real need for delivery people around here.

[ This'll be his second run. Unless he meant doing this elsewhere, in which case, the answer is still yes. Just not with an eye out for men. ]

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Anything we should watch out for? Given your experience and all.

[Besid-]

Besides the obvious; bandits and bad weather. [It's worth clarifying, and speaking of...yeah, it did seem like bad weather was on the horizon. A ways away but if they didn't keep a steady pace he could tell they'd be dampened later, and dampened only if they were lucky.]

[powerdriven]

[ Look at you, being a good student and all, Gaius—but seriously, there are a few worthwhile things to mention. Despite his hopes that this supply run won't be as eventful as the last, hopes won't prepare them for an expectant group of thieves. ]

They've set traps along the way. Military grade. [ i.e. explosives. ] There may be snipers already in position.

[ Though if he's making their efforts sound more serious than they really are, it's because they shouldn't lean on the side of underestimation. ]

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[He stops in his tracks long enough to say-]

You serious?

[Except he doesn't sound horrified as much as he sounds...impressed? Like the holy shit of two words. Anyway, walking already.]

Had your hands full the last time you went through here, I take it? Back...home we usually ran with fire spells and wyverns if you were lucky. Or un, depending on what end you were on.