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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.

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[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...]

...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.]

[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.]

Let's try not to tempt fate.

[Diarmuid shakes his head sadly.]

Unfortunately, sometimes I think I tempt fate just by breathing...

People with abysmal fortunes tend to do that.

Do you think the people of my homeland appreciate the fact that I am a bad luck magnet for them?

[How else do you explain the luck of the Irish?]

Someone has to, don't they?

Yeah...

[Diarmuid's gaze is distant for a while and then he gives Waver a smile.]

I should stop borrowing trouble, right? How are you feeling today? Has the exhaustion started to fade any?

I'm a little better, yes. It's not turned any worse, so I would count that alone as a good sign.

Agreed. I haven't blinked back to the void too much, so it's hard to judge, but I think that is getting less frequent too.

[There is a revealed look on his face.]

It can stop completely any time and I will not miss it one bit.

I told you it was entirely possible all this was only temporary. At this rate I think it's likely going to be fine.

So you did, though, if I remember right, I wasn't the only one who was worried about how long things were going to last.

[His gives Waver a knowing look.]

Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.

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