"Oi, ya lil tumbleweeds, I didn't get the Guild all gussied up for nothin'! Aurora Pistola is back, y'all!"

May wish to join. After the tournament.

Wakes up in his bed at AP Gotdamn those sleep meds had him OUT

The Guild Master of Aurora Pistola pinches the bridge of his nose with moderate exasperation as he shakes his head. "She ain't even got 'er Guildmark yet 'nd she's actin' like she lives 'ere..."

Mac flicked Lila atop of her head. "Wake up, ya lazy lady... Ya can't be actin' like ya live 'ere if ya ain't been fully initiated yet."

"Master Mac Daddy..?" Visible confusion is immediately visible.

ASSEMBLE MY LIL TUMBLEWEEDS!!!

— fresh paint on the mansion, the grounds had been nice and landscaped by him alone, and this. This final piece...as a welcoming reminder —

— of what he started, what he had forgotten, and what he will choose to never forget again. A large, towering wielded sculpture in —

— dazzling chrome of the Aurora Pistola guildmark hung atop the building front visage. This was the Aurora Pistola's beacon, so to speak. —

— He had no idea what would happen. Whether or not word getting out about his return was something out of his control. But one this was —

— for sure. "I'm home. Time ta come on home too, my tumbleweeds."

Waits with the Peach Cobbler and Sweet Tea. . . "Soon. They'll show, I know's they will."

Go have fun fam that's what it's all about y'all.

WELL CONSIDERING ONLY Meg Karysa WAS WILLING GREET THEIR OLD MASTER UNLIKE THESE TWO KNUCKLEHEADS: @AisuMakeOjo AND Rem Akumu. MAC —

— GIVES Meg Karysa A BIG OL' HUG AND NOOGIES HER HEAD. "Howdy y'all! Ya hungry?!" @AisuMakeOjo Rem Akumu

Shoots guns.

Talks in twang with words y'all can't understand.

Backhands Rem Akumu for quoting such a terrible song; not even caring if the lyrics have become a meme. Won't have that shit in my house.