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WHO| Don, Lottie, Max, and Tony
WHAT| Two mutants, a playboy and a belle unite. The greatest alliance ever comes into being. The breaking of bread and the hunting and eating of dead things ensues. Also they have procured most of the remaining supplies at the cornucopia.
WHEN| The first evening of Arena 2
WHERE| Somewhere in the Arena. R-12, perhaps?
WARNING/NOTES| Tony is probably a warning unto himself.

It really was an odd group for an alliance. Not that Don was fully aware of that (or if he was, he wasn't making a big deal of it) as he went with Lottie, gathering up supplies. Glass, bottles, any ripped cloth or flags, stones, broken toys and amusement park parts, anything his mind could grasp as being useful from firewood to weaponry to other things, not just whatever could be carried away from the Cornucopia in the bags. Which might seen odd to most, but for Don, everything could be used for something.

But finally, they made it to the promised meeting place that had been designated. He might or might not have been late - hard to keep exact time without a watch - but he and Lottie certainly didn't come back empty-handed.

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Tony hears the motion of the others before he hears the voice call out his name.

It's a familiar voice, or, well, a familiar-enough voice, and an expected one at that.

"Hey, hey, it's just me," Tony announces himself defensively, though he raises his arms as a gesture of.. peace or whatever gesture holding up one's arms is technically supposed to mean.

"Well me and some blood thirsty ravens, but hey, the more the merrier." He doesn't mean the last part really. He could do without the ravens. But he is alone. And he hasn't come entirely empty handed, either.

At this, Don's supplies were suddenly on the ground, and he suddenly comes within a foot of Tony. Actually, he looks ready to attack as his arm shoots out-

-and he suddenly grabs a raven mid-swoop with one hand, snapping its neck with his other hand. The bird suddenly lay lifeless in his hands.

"...Oh." At this, Don realizes he probably faked out Tony, and he looks at the man sheepishly. "Sorry."

Max wasn't surprised when Don just snatched the bird out of the air. She'd expect those kind of reflexes from another transgenic.

She slid down the front of the car and landed to her feet, eyes constantly searchig the perimeter as she signaled to Lottie it was safe to come out. "Hey, old guy." she greeted Tony with a smile. "We shouldn't stay out in the open for too long." This to everyone.

Her eyes fell on the raven, and she smacked her lips. "Looks like somebody's dinner, maybe - but we should make sure they're not poisonous or something first. I don't trust anything here to be what it appears."

Tony startles for a moment, eyes wide and... yeah, slightly panicked that he was about to get his neck snapped only to realize that he wasn't and that, hey! he knows this guy! Well, sort of.

And the little blonde thing too.

All in all, Tony thinks this might have worked out better than he thought it was going to.

Well, for the day, anyway.

"Hey there, Scary Spice," he says with a wink to Max. "Turtle Wax. Belle de la stade mort." he then nods to Donatello and Lottie. "Good to see no one has died a terrible and bloody death just yet."

Oh lord.

She looked away, pressing a hand to her mouth as Don caught the crow. Yes, she was much more fond of the tutrle.

No, she wasn't ready to see that.

"Ah, hello Tony." She said, trying to avoid looking, or thinking, about the crow.