Wyatt Earp (
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WHO | Wyatt, Neeshka, and NPC Sam
WHAT | Reuniting and it feels so gooood... Also some death.
WHEN | Day Two
WHERE | Let's say... H7, J7ish.
WARNINGS / NOTES | Deathly-death. Some minor swearing from the cowboy.
So far as Wyatt was concerned, this new arena was going a fair-well better than the previous. Sure, it was quite a bit colder, and wetter, this time 'round, but he felt like he understood this place.
And that made a hell of a lot of difference.
He'd come across several small streams, all fresh, and more deer trails than he could count. Following the tracks he'd spotted several of the bigger beasts and spooked up plenty of smaller critters as well - all of which he'd imagined were plenty edible.
He hadn't been wrong.
Using the twine he'd found in his bag-o-goods and sharp rock he'd found, he'd set up a few snares (handy all that practice he'd put in) and one had come up good with a small, but plump, rabbit.
Sure, getting into the thing and cuttin' it down to manageable pieces had been messy without a knife, but with his fire kit he'd at least been able to avoid havin' to eat it raw.
Now, belly full, and with no other immediate concerns, he lingered at one of the shallow streams, washing the blood from his hands and face. As he rinsed his mustache, a gentle, twinkling sort of noise caught his attention and he looked up, and watched as a silver parachuted canister floated gently down to the bank on the other side of the stream.
WHAT | Reuniting and it feels so gooood... Also some death.
WHEN | Day Two
WHERE | Let's say... H7, J7ish.
WARNINGS / NOTES | Deathly-death. Some minor swearing from the cowboy.
So far as Wyatt was concerned, this new arena was going a fair-well better than the previous. Sure, it was quite a bit colder, and wetter, this time 'round, but he felt like he understood this place.
And that made a hell of a lot of difference.
He'd come across several small streams, all fresh, and more deer trails than he could count. Following the tracks he'd spotted several of the bigger beasts and spooked up plenty of smaller critters as well - all of which he'd imagined were plenty edible.
He hadn't been wrong.
Using the twine he'd found in his bag-o-goods and sharp rock he'd found, he'd set up a few snares (handy all that practice he'd put in) and one had come up good with a small, but plump, rabbit.
Sure, getting into the thing and cuttin' it down to manageable pieces had been messy without a knife, but with his fire kit he'd at least been able to avoid havin' to eat it raw.
Now, belly full, and with no other immediate concerns, he lingered at one of the shallow streams, washing the blood from his hands and face. As he rinsed his mustache, a gentle, twinkling sort of noise caught his attention and he looked up, and watched as a silver parachuted canister floated gently down to the bank on the other side of the stream.
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The cornucopia had been out. But she wasn't against some good old fashion stealing.
The smell of rabbit had called to her growling stomach, and she had watched him long enough to see that the supplies he had could do her good. And the parachute? Just a bit better. He was sorta a risky tribute to take on, but if she lost...well, back to square one.
Waiting in the bushes, she watched for her chance.
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So she had been hunting for some fresh water, following the sound of the stream. The firelight caught her eye about the same time the glint off the water did, and she, too, ducked down into the foliage quietly to try and sneak closer without alerting the occupant of the clearing. Maybe she could take them out with a well-placed shot.
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Finally, after quick look back over his shoulder, he tucked the rock into waistband of his pants, and bent to pick up the silver container.
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So she did the only other option. As soon as the blade was tucked away she broke her cover, moving as quickly and quietly towards him as she could. Know him over while he was down, bash his head in with a rock.
Try not to feel too guilty about it.
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Except she apparently wasn't the only one to think about taking him out. She was just starting to creep closer when another head popped up in front of her. She froze, hand going immediately to the quiver of arrows slung over her shoulder to whip one out at need. But the figure was crouch-running towards Wyatt, not her.
Oh gods. This was just too perfect. She pulled out the arrow and fitted it to her bow, taking aim as Sam moved.
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Or maybe it was more the feeling - the eyes burning into his back.
Whatever it was, the bells were suddenly going off in his head and the canister was crashing to the ground as his gun hand snapped for the make-shift weapon at his hip.
It wasn't his six-gun, but he spun on his heel just the same, rock swinging up, ready to defend.
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Except, of course, she wasn't anticipating any arrows coming at her as she made her run for him, picking up the pace as she saw him reacting.
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Vision full of stars, he twisted out of instinct, trying at least to push her off, pin her down....
Then he saw the blood.
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Looking down, she could see the tip coming out, right between a rib her collar bone. Only the tip, a little metal nub. Almost like some dermal piercing.
"Shit..." She took in a breath, and that was when the pain came flooding over her.
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And she got to help out Wyatt. That was kind of nice.
"Wyatt? Are you all right?" she called as she pushed foliage out of the way to get to the riverside. "Did I get her?"
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She'd been trying to kill him. Would've - but now she was suddenly dying instead.
He started to reach of her,...stopped, uncertain. Back home his choice would have been immediate, but here...now....
He didn't even realize Neeshka was there until she was almost on top of him.
"Neeshka?" he twisted back in surprise, eyes running over her, and flicking to the bow in her hand. "You... saved me?"
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She couldn't even be angry. Who the hell could? She had been going to do the same thing.
"Dog eat dog world, dude." She said softly, with a little weak little smile, before letting her head fall back. Darkness was already starting to come. At least it was a nice, quick death.
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Then she shot Wyatt a grin. "Guess I did. You all right?"
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"Thanks to you," he said. He didn't smile like she did, but his thanks was honest. As was the following. "Glad to see yer alright."
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If he could ignore the fact that she was rifling through a dead woman's pockets.
"You'd avenge me? Why, I don't know what to say to that." Mustache twitching as the corner of his mouth curled up, he reached out and spread a large, callused hand over her quick, busy ones, trying gently to stop her thievery. They could at least leave the woman her dignity. "I'm right touched."
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Which cleared up when she remembered: oh, right, lawman. She'd just have to finish picking pockets later, or something. She just made a face at him and withdrew her hands. "You should be. I wouldn't do that for just anybody, you know. Only people who were nice to me." Which usually meant very few people, after all. Giving up on the pockets-searching for now, she tugged her arrow out, instead, and checked it over for cracks.
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Dora spent many an hour teasin' him somethin' awful about it.
Clearin' his throat, he took his hand back and nodded. "Well, I - I appreciate that," he said. "I'm in yer debt." An awkward sort of moment passed where he stared resolutely down at the dirt between his knees, then he risked a glance at her, his mouth twitching again.
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"Well. I'm here now. So what're we doing?" Because she was planning on sticking with him for a while, now that she was here. He'd be great for distracting people while she killed them.
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He hadn't really considered that she'd want to stay. This was a fight to the death after all and she was certainly - well equipped. But now that the option was on the table, he had to admit he kinda liked the idea.
He was used to having allies, a posse. A second pair of eyes and ears, especially here, would be right handy.
Plus, for whatever bad decision it might be, he liked her. And he did owe her.
Finally rising up out of his crouch next to the now dead woman, he motioned back to the low-burning fire. "Ain't got a lot left, but you're welcome to what there is."
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Food she didn't have to catch and eat raw, though, was still a plus. She eyed him with a speculative grin. "What do you have for dinner, anyway?"
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"It's natural flavorin'," he insisted. "The bag didn't exactly come wit-"
He broke off, turning suddenly as he abruptly remembered the silver can. Supplies.
It had rolled when he'd dropped it, the shining parachute caught now in the lazy tide of the stream. He jogged over and scooped it up before it decided to go for a swim.
"Somebody sent me somethin'," he told Neeshka, by way of explanation, as he dumped out the parachute and shook off the canister.
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More cheerfully, she asked, "So what'd you get? Take it back to the fire and show it off!"