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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.

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Really, killing people was hardly difficult. Killing people here, when they would just come back to life again, was like nothing. Neeshka blinked at his hand over hers, then gave Wyatt a confused sort of look.

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.

In general practice, Wyatt was a honest man. A straight shooter in more ways than one. But, when it came to things like this - feelin's and what not - he wasn't very good.

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.

To be honest, feelings weren't Neeshka's thing, either-- which was why she was being so light-hearted and joking about it all. Well, it helped that she was only half-serious about it, anyway. His taking it entirely seriously made her give him a sidelong, slightly nervous look and a sheepish grin, before she wiped off her arrow on the grass.

"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.

"Inviting ourselves to dinner, are we?" he asked, eyebrow raised and a smirk in his tone if not on his face.

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."

"Oh, I can take care of my own dinner, if you're gonna be weird about it," Neeshka told him with a toothy grin in the dim light. "That's what I was coming to the stream to do, anyway. I have fishhooks, after all." But she did put her used but now clean arrow away, and stood up. Reluctantly. She wished he'd turn away so she could give the dead woman's pockets one more quick rifle, but she had the feeling he wasn't going to let her.

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?"

He folded his arms over his chest, mustache twitching as he threatened to outright smile. "Well, Miss, today we have rabbit, darkly charred-" the extra limbs had worried him a bit, he didn't put the Capital past finding a way to poison them all, "-over a open fire. Also some dried fruit and jerky if you are so inclined."

Darkly charred, huh? "Let me guess. You're not much of a cook?" She smirked at him, gave Sammy's body one last look over-- it didn't look like she had much on her, anyway, at leastm so she probably wasn't losing much by not finishing going through her pockets-- before coming up to Wyatt's side and clapping his back cheerily. "Well, stick with me, big guy. I know how to at least keep from charring things."

Well, yes, that might'a been part of it, but hell if he'd admit it.

"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.

"Oooo, gifts!" Neeshka followed after him to peer over his shoulder at the cannister. "I got some of those last time. I guess nobody thinks I need any, this time. Or else nobody likes me, this time." She wrinkled her nose, but she didn't really mean it. She was totally likeable, aside from the demon thing, and she was doing what the patrons liked: killing people, and even maybe making an alliance. They liked that, too, she thought.

More cheerfully, she asked, "So what'd you get? Take it back to the fire and show it off!"