(In short, he captured Jason he need's horses to right the carriage and then want's to precede with the carriage to the Senator's.)
(In an ADD shortened version. Bob felt his fear tactic happened long enough, epic battle between the two sillies. He buried a crow man that originally owned the house. Took the highwayman (still alive) wrapped up in the rug that was normally over the basement. Took his stuff from the basement and the mission op stuff, not knowing that a lot of it was taken from the carriage. Claimed his bow. Headed back, didn't see the scientist. went to the carriage and unsuccessfully did anything with it other then find out where the flexi armor came from. Put it back on the war hero. Tied the guy in the rug to the carriage (Just added the tying part) and went to get some horses. to help right the carriage. I need to know if he got enough money (from claiming shit of Jason's, for a couple horses so he can get this business over with. You can just say yeah he did got horses did this, got something. Done next mission or end of character's story. Whatever you prefer.

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*Revising of Jay's last post.*
Jay makes sure everything is secure to his secret basement. Looking around and nodding he didn't want that insane panther after him. He couldn't believe the irony of being tricked the same way as he had tricked the senator that very same day. Sighing and shaking his head before throwing the papers. Strewing them across his rough beaten up desk, after inspection of his bow he decided he would have to get it repaired, thinking his next target would be someone with weapons. Threatening someone's life after all was the best way to get things. He thought to himself as he set it aside against the wall. Knowing any use of the weapon was at it's send for now unless he wanted to use it for a club. He mused at that before sitting down, taking up several coffee stained and useless stubs of various shops and unreadable printed papers, obviously unimportant, his legs crossing over one another as he leans back in his expensive office chair that he happened upon when he killed the poor sod that lived here before. He had relished that kill, it being his first in many that he made over the time here. Turning over one form to his surprise however, that it had no stains accompanying the well written ink. A sly grin parted across his face as he began to read the first lines of a intact mission spec. Placing it aside he marvels at the strength of the armor, thinking back to how strong it must have been to still be intact from the obvious beating that the old squirrel had taken. Slightly flexible too he thought to himself. Looking once more at the mission spec. He pauses and cocks an eyebrow as he hears a shattering of glass.
Fucking dammit! That asshole just doesn't learn does he! Settling back he shrugs and closes his eyes, folding his hands behind his head before hearing a thus, his eyes opening he hears another window shatter soon after.
Son of a bitch...What the hell did is this guy alone? Rubbing his temples he tries to remember if that guy was wearing and kind of particular armor to distinguish him. Instead he got the half mocking and knowing smile.
I hate this guy..He concludes as he hears a gigantic sound against his door, the echoing sounding like a bunch of people beating across the threshold that held the door in place cursing once more he picks up his weapons and decides to surprise the would be intruder or intruders.
*End of revising*
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Bob continues to sit in the tree for what seems like hours, but turns out to be only half of a single, noting the position of the sun and shrugging, time was on his side he figured as he jumped down and lightly rolled off and peered over one of the window panes slowly. The lightly furnished room didn't seem to be used much by all the dust covering things, he looked to the door where the bigger 'boulder' like rock resided from earlier. Picking it up he heaves it through the window this time, breaking the already damaged pane even more so and causing a half collapse of that window. Shrugging again Bob headed to the door and promptly kicked the newly damaged door knob from the first boulder toss, showering the area around the knob with splinters as he pushed inside. Moving swiftly and quietly he moved through the house with ease. Hand on his hilt he crept in a crouch through the shadows and up the stairs to make sure he doesn't get sneaked up on from above.
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Jason froze as he heard the front door get opened, on his way down he totally spaced on properly locking the front door. Even if the panther or someone else didn't break it it would have been unlocked. Cursing himself for his own stupidity he moved swiftly to the secret hatch, carefully and silently removing the small lock bar in place.
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Bob thoroughly inspects every room but the master, taking careful strides he smells an odor in the air. So repulsive he takes even more care as he puts a clothe to his face
What is tha-His words are caught in his mouth, inside the room is a crow like man with a short beard, his head bloodied and bashed against the head board. Looking down in respect and leaving the room he moves back down stairs after doing another quick inspection. He moves further into the house and see's a hastily thrown aside carpet to the side of the room and a trap door.
Seriously. How did he get away with all this? He says softly to himself, seeing how he somehow managed to kill several people and yet from the way he ran and from this he would say this person was highly inexperienced at his trade, but deadly with the weapon.
Great..Deadly and stupid..the best combo Bob murmurers.
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Jason watched as Bob entered the room, crouching behind a broken and torn up sofa, he drew his weapons and came out swinging figuring it was now or never.
Bob reacted quickly, drawing his sword to parry both blades out wide, picking off the awkward slashes to try to get an opening, finding one he slashes forward but to his surprise the armor screeches in protest and only a faint scratch is where he cut.
You are so annoying. Bob growled and rolled to dodge another oncoming double thrust- slice combo
Jason looks at him and thinks it's irony.
I just wanted to rob a few people and be on my way, that's all I asked for! He yells the last part of his sentence, moving through some intricate but slightly rage fuddled movements. His daggers always falling short or to far from the mark.
Die DAMN YOU He yells and executes a very badly timed movement, acting as if it was a faint to cut low and high.
Bob saw through the move however and came in from the side with his sword, already noting the weakness in the armor the man wore for it didn't cover all. Retracting the blade at the last moment to pick off the faint and then bouncing back to dodge the low and high sweeps of the weapons.
Bob feints right and goes into a spin across the floor, coming up in a defensive stance to pick off the strikes that were predictably coming his way before countering with one of his own. Almost taking the guy's hand off in the process as he tried to defend quickly.
Jason sucked in a breath and purely on instinct saved his hand as he went back into the deadly dance, the panther was getting to close. He thought about running but to where? No he had to continue to fight.
That was to close! Fucking asshole! I will kill you!He grows in a furious determined fashion coming across in chops and lunges that were becoming more and more reckless.
You seem to have a problem with your temper, Bob taunted the man, watching his expressions ring out as quickly as the metal on the blades clanged together. Bob watched and picked his next moves carefully he rushed to the side then dodged low and used the man's arm and blade as a block for his next move, kicking out his leg to knock against the man's chest and send him tumbling into a book case adorning the wall. He grabbed a book and threw it at Bob futilely, trying to make Bob go into the defensive.
Jason felt the air knock out of him as he hit the book case, groaning and anger boiling over he got up and chucked a book at Bob for no better then the satisfaction of playing out some of his rage. Shaking his head to clear himself he see's the man coming closer. He couldn't believe this was the end of it all. Hooking a blade in his boot , the piles of books obscuring any movements as he pulls it out and cocks it to a ready position under the pile of books and throws another book at him before chucking the missile right at the panther.
This is what you get for messing with me you stupid bastard!The man fumed as he lobbed the book at Bob
Side stepping the book and then diving into a roll. To get closer, he hears a thud behind him but ignores it. He hears the doomed man, but ignores it, his blade coming up and catching him on the throat to quiet him. nicking him and causing a few drips of his blood to stain the books nearby.
Any last words? Highwayman?
Fuc- He was about to swear at the demonic panther but feels the blade bite deeper.
No more, He says sighing looking at the man with pathetic pity
You have been charged with the attack on the Senator's carriage. You are also charged with the murder of the person who lived in this house. How do you plead?
The man looked like he actually thought it over for a moment and then looked at Bob with a huge grin.
Guilty, it was a pleasure to kill those people. He spits a wad of phlegm and blood at the panther's face, then suddenly leans forward trying to impale himself.
Quickly he slams the man against the book case with a double fist, one fist going across his face as the other hooks his shoulder, knocking him out effectively. Looking at the man for a moment he strips him of his weapons and armor, then rolls out the rug, putting the man laying down on it and rolls him up inside it. Causing any movement to be highly constricted and basically impossible. Turning to the trap door he heads down, seeing the mission spec paper Jason was about to poor over, he gather's up all the papers through and moves through, collecting the bow and slinging it over his shoulder and then spoils from the carriage that Jason had stolen. Oblivious to the fact Bob hid away the stripped armor, besides a Kevlar and the strange armor the man was wearing earlier. Feeling the flexibility, after gathering the gear near the door (including Jason who was still knocked out and in the rug, pinned firmly closed by his sword, he also finds a shovel in the basement, laying it and the rest of his gear next to the highwayman.
Going upstairs he finds the crow man, decomposing in the room. Wrapping a thick cloth over his face he wraps the man up in the layers of blankets before moving him downstairs, taking care not to batter the body anymore then the Highwayman, easily moving except for the few corners that caused him to turn with his bundle.
Coming outside after stepping over the incapacitated highwayman. He picks up the shovel he had moved from the basement earlier on his way out, laying the crow man down beside a tree he digs a big hole in about a quarter of an hour. He lowers the body in and promptly buries the man. Creating a cairn from the very rocks he used to assault the mans house.
I'm sorry I couldn't have helped you. I am sorry that you were lost to this world as it was being rebuilt. I hope you find peace.
Lightly he presses against where his heart would be and then against the top part of the cairn. Backing away and to the house he could already hear the stubborn highwayman's curses.
Angry he went in and promptly kicked him in the ribs. Remembering that this man tried to do the same when Bob was acting old. Of course the rug made a giant cushion so the highwayman didn't feel it anyway but continued to curse louder. Disgusted Bob knocks him out again with a left hook. Shaking his head and gathering the gear once more he throws the highway man over one shoulder in a firefighter's carry, his bow over the other and one of the newly required blades at his belt along with his sword. He switch the blades out for it would have been awkward to try to carry the man with a sword pinning the rug that straight. It was pinned enough to keep him from unrolling and that's all he needed. He looks back at the house and promptly makes his way back to the place he started, looking back at the Cairn he had created he sighs softly, after what felt like a lot longer due to his load he finally got back to the place he had confronted the man. The cage was there, the food was gone from the pouch and the scientist was no where to be seen which supported what he saw from afar. Putting the highwayman down he picks up the sack and tucks it into his belt along with the other stuff. Stopping to give the highwayman another hook as he began his ridiculous cursing. It took two this time.
You know this is less fun for me then you think. He rolled his eyes at the statement that rolled from his own lips and shrugged as he picks up the load again. Flopping awkwardly as he strides making him have to readjust several times.
Moving back he sees the carriage and let's out a breath. It was ransacked. Possibly by this man or others. He saw the nearby dead bodies and went to peer into the contents of what he came to find was a coffin to someone. This..he silently worded trailing off, the person that must have fell in battle. Looking at the armor he had taken from the thief he notices where the most damage was done and an imprinting of the armor had been left on the Squirrel's skin. Disgusted that he even thought about wearing the armor at one point, and disgusted with his rug rolled bundle even more so, he drops him to the ground without a second thought and hears a groan. No more curses came though so he figured the man had learned his lesson. Taking his time he places the armor back on the frail and broken body. Finding the lid causally on it's side he replaces it.
Looking around he sees some big beams laying around which he uses as levers across the over turned carriage. Propping them up with other boars and using them to push up the carriage. Grunting with effort he pushes against the side of the carriage. Hoping to right the thing. He was moderately strong but not THAT strong. Best he could hope for is some horses in the market, tying the man to the carriage promptly making sure everything he was in place he headed off to the market.
~Life is fragile thing, but also it can be hardening, it can be enduring, it can be sad, it can be happy. If things don't seem to be going your way at first, look forward and hold on to what you believe in, it can be one of the strongest things of all~