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[midgarhorizon]

Characters: Reno, Diarmuid, Lancer (Cu), Waver
Setting: Floor 32
Format: Either
Summary: A hunting they will go because the kitchen could use more meat. Just ignore the pink snow.
Warnings: Possible mentions of blood and of course slaughtering animals


They were set. The area around the staircase was filled with equipment and supplies for a day of hunting. There was food and drink in case they got hungry, makeshift weapons, bags, extra warm cloaks and even a really crude cart to haul things around on sat nearby. The cart was rough and wooden, and only had one set of wheels, but Reno found it sort of handy instead of hauling carcasses up the staircase.

Now all they had to do was go out into the floor and start tracking.

Comments

[fionnuisce]

[Waver hated power-disabling floors. They silenced what was effectively one of his own senses and completely isolated him from even the slightest prana flow. As a magus--even one with so little ability--he felt simply wrong on floors like this one.]

[But instead of complain, the lecturer folded his arms and stood off to the side--obvious displeasure was probably radiating off him by now, but he didn't say a word about it.]

[midgarhorizon]

Well, you look happy. [Reno's being sarcastic, naturally.] Why'd you come if you don't like your magic cut off?

[And then, Reno hands him an odd looking bow.

A very odd looking bow, though effective enough if one discounted it's a modified bow mounted to a beam with an aiming sight- oh wait, it's just a really crude crossbow.]

Like it? Did it myself. Looks like crap but it shoots pretty straight and there's a safety feature on the release.

[fionnuisce]

Because I also don't like starving to death, surprisingly enough.

[But Waver looked slightly less aggravated when Reno handed him a crossbow, looking it over with mild interest.]

...Not bad. But if it backfires and shoots me in the eye, you're basically dead.

[midgarhorizon]

Should see the one I've got in progress. [Shrug. It's something he's been working on for a while, and it wasn't easy coming up with the design on his own- through trial and error of course, because that's the best way with a weapon.]

I thought y'might have an easier time with this than the regular bows. Just make sure to match the bolts up with the grooves, and keep track of 'em because those're the only ones I got. They aren't easy to make.

[fionnuisce]

...Thanks. You didn't have to do that. [He shrugged the matter off, but Waver sounded at least a little genuinely appreciative about it.]

[midgarhorizon]

Nah, I was doing it anyway. [Yes and no, though he did start the crossbow with Waver in mind. Somewhat.]

This won't take as much strength... y'just kind of need to pull the string and hook it. It's longer loading, but since this isn't a battle situation it should be fine. Ya do remember how to aim, right?

[puppy_lancer]

[Meanwhile, Cu Chulainn is looking absurdly cheerful, and he's staring at Waver's finger to notice the ring.]

Hey, Waver, are you ready to go after some game now? Try to stay safe, alright?

[fionnuisce]

One: Don't patronize me, I know what I'm doing.

[This is not a good day to be a Lancer that annoys him, apparently.]

Two: Don't fucking patronize me. And three: if you don't step out of my personal space in three seconds I'm going to break your nose.

[puppy_lancer]

I'll trust you on that.

[He takes a step back. He's already got a look at the ring, so he doesn't need to peer any further.]

And, you know, I'm glad I can hunt together with friends again. Haven't done that in some time.

[fionnuisce]

It's not something I have much experience in. You'd be shocked how little foraging one has to do in London.

[taste that sarcasm oh man]

[puppy_lancer]

You'll get the hang of it soon enough. You're tagging along with me and Diarmuid, after all.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid doesn't need their bond active to be able to tell Waver is uneasy, and he completely understands why. He, himself, is just starting to get his powers back and losing them again makes him..twitchy like it never has before now. Still, they need to gather some food unless they really would rather eat what is on the menu this month...

He doesn't say anything as he approaches Waver. Instead, he just gives his partner a supportive smile and lightly squeezes his shoulder, the ring on his finger catching the light for a moment as his hand drops away.

Hopefully, animals are the only things that will be killed today...]

[fionnuisce]

...Are you going to be alright with all of this?

[Waver raised an eyebrow as he asked that, uncrossing his arms and waving one hand around idly.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid nods.]

I'll be fine. I've hunted here many times before, though, perhaps I should have brought Mac an Chuill along since we are all powerless.

[The hound had been sleeping when he left, exhausted from their earlier rounds, and so Diarmuid had opted to let him rest.]

I do not think all boars in the Tower have their sights set on me anyway.

[Just the monstrous ones on the circus floor and this isn't that floor, thankfully.]

[fionnuisce]

Let's try not to tempt fate.

[puppy_lancer]

[Cu Chulainn is excited about this hunt. He's grinning and seemingly brimming with energy as he steps onto the floor. He gives a quick wave to all his companions and then goes to the front of the group. He starts sniffing around, wondering if he can catch a trail. After a quick evaluation of the scents he can pick up, he turns around to check and see if everyone has arrived.]

Hey, is everyone here?

[midgarhorizon]

[Reno gives him the most deadpan eyebrow ever.]

Me. You. Dee. Waver.

[puppy_lancer]

[He nods.]

Good. Just wanted to check that no one's getting lost.

[midgarhorizon]

Ah, I didn't want to bring the kids because hunting the bigger stuff can get nasty.

[puppy_lancer]

There's always next time. I'll show them how to hunt something smaller.

[oathshackledbird]

[The shot is an excellent one on Waver's part and that just leaves tracking down and gathering the slain animal to Diarmuid. There is no way it went far, not with a wound like that. Diarmuid's eyes scan the area for it, swords at the ready should the animal not be dead when he finds it or in case something decides to fight him for their kill. He relaxes slightly, when he finds the animal dead, but that relaxation is premature as a rustling draws Diarmuid's attention off to the side...]

You have got to be kidding me...

[As he looks up, his eyes meet the eyes of a large, suspiciously earless, white boar. The boar snorts, pawing at the ground menacingly. Diarmuid himself freezes, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.]

This isn't even funny anymore.

[The boar tilts its head, snorting again...almost as if it is laughing. However, laughter is the farthest things from Diarmuid's mind at the moment. When he speaks again, his voice is a tight whisper.]

Help...

[puppy_lancer]

[Meanwhile, Cu Chulainn is following another animal's trail. He has something a little bigger than deer in mind.]

[He's a little surprised when he finds that the boar he's tracking is having a staring contest with his brother.]

Oy, Bro, looks like you found my prey.

[The look on his brother's face, though, makes him tense up. And then he remembers something that happened a year ago. The smile melts off of his face as he realizes the situation is deadly serious.]

...Get out of here, Bro.

[He hisses to his brother before preparing to do something to distract the boar.]

[fionnuisce]

Where the hell is that thing, I was sure it was over here when I shot i--

[Waver came across the scene shortly after Cu Chulainn and instantly cursed himself for not already having reloaded. Regardless, he stepped to the side and positioned himself in front of Diarmuid while leveling a glare at the other Lancer.]

Do something, will you?

[midgarhorizon]

[Reno hears voices a short distance away. Not the happy kind, but the tense and worried kins. Quickly, he ties the large rabbit he had downed to a tree branch and then climbs up himself, jumping from tree to tree to get closer.

If they were slacking off he'd have a bit of fun spooking them. If not, well, he could see a situation better from here.

And he's really glad he did because that sure is a massive boar and three idiots staring it down.]

The hell is Diarmuid doing?!

[oathshackledbird]

[What is Diarmuid doing? He's frozen, crouched behind Waver, eyes wide with fear and desperation.

It's hard...very hard to keep those the memories of his past deaths via boar from flashing before his eyes. He supposes the fact that he is managing not to completely lose himself to those memories is a plus, but it sure doesn't feel like it.

Unconsciously, his fingers close around Waver's wrist.]

I'm sorry. Please...be careful. I will...

[And then suddenly, he's gone. Oops...void visit time. At least it makes dealing with their tusky friend a little easier?]