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[curseshit]

Moss, moss, everywhere. Luckily the terrain is getting smoother, no more sharp rocks underneath the green moss, waiting to break your ankles. The forest looks like no one has been here for ages. No B&B for you. The good news is that the animals don't fear humans and you should have no problem catching yourself some dinner.

[ mission: camp, try not to die, etc. ]

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[dices]

I used to survive on take-out food.

[ soaks a rag on a bottle of whiskey hook and the others stole and nudges it between the branches before he lights it on fire. ]

I manage, but better leave the cooking to someone else.

[cabineyes]

Now. May I have my coat back, please?

Or did you grow so fond of it that you'd rather not part from it?

[ clara's new look. the motorbike girl. young impossible rebel. ]

[crotchbite]

[ she should be asking you. who the fuck. didn't we just pick up a crazy teen ]

Because you might want to save the bullet. [ like. duh. ] Who are you?

[mercyless]

[ didn't they drink all of that and vomit on the rest? sits down on some log. ]

Fair enough. You do enough work as it is.

[ carrying Everything etc. ]

[dices]

[ they stole so much booze they probably forgot about it in the middle of their drunkness ]

We all do our share. Well... Most of us, anyway. [ glances at the Useless People ]

[wolfsoul]

[ if the trolls and giants in this world are half as nasty as in the enchanted forest he sure as hell won't waste any bullets. ]

Graham.

Perhaps I can help you and do my share? I'd like to go where you're headed.

[mercyless]

[ joins his glare. ]

[ you know who you are. ]

[crotchbite]

[ glances at daryl who has probably already started moving along to keep on hunting and then back to him ]

You don't have a weapon to hunt. [ you can't really help without it ] So, you're-- [ grimaces a little ] --one of us?

[dices]

[ anyway. back to fire. ]

How's your arm?

[mercyless]

Give it two days.

[ smiles. if this was the apocalypse she'd be shitting herself with worry but it's safer here. they have more people too. and they just tackled a haunted forest. ]

[wolfsoul]

[ t-that's pushing it. ]

I just got here, don't know half of your names...

I'm really good at tracking though.

[dices]

You should change the bandages, though. [ they're getting dirty ] This weather is crap for healing wounds.

[crotchbite]

[ hey buddy she likes it less than you ]

Then track back to camp. [ turns from him and goes to follow daryl to get them dinner ]

[wolfsoul]

[ you lady are a piece of work. walks after her. ]

You're not even going to give me a chance?

[crotchbite]

No.

[ doesn't even look at him, just keeps watch to their surroundings. daryl probably caught something already. you're distracting her, lucky charms. ]

[mercyless]

Perhaps I should.

[ looks at his sad fire. ]

After you manage to boil some water on that.

[dices]

[ excuse u ]

Is that a challenge? [ kinda amused, poking at the fire. it's. it's getting there. ]

[wolfsoul]

[ rude. ]

[ he could be really useful if you just Let him. what a waste. ]

[ he'll just go by himself then. ]

[crotchbite]

[ he's gonna slip on the moss and die ]

[mercyless]

No, I need that water.

[ competitive? her? psh. don't be silly. ]

[wolfsoul]

[ that's not gonna happen. ]

[ he'll shed a tear and come back with a fat deer. and not a single bullet was wasted. ]

[crotchbite]

[




is he another one of those freaks of nature. ]

[wolfsoul]

[ no he's just really good at this. ]

[ sets the deer down when he gets back to the camp but doesn't look too happy about it. sorry you had to die. :( ]

[dices]

[ smiles at her and nods, that kind of "yeah right" nod, and keeps working on that fire. it takes a while but it finally starts crackling and he slaps his hands together ]

Okay, let's get you some water. [ it's nice to be useful and helpful in a normal situation instead of a life and death one.

comes back with a little pot with some water to boil it, looking over his shoulder to the forest ]

Quiet, huh?

[crotchbite]

[ did he hunt a deer with his bare hands. that's very werewolfy.

dumps some fat birds on the pile of meat and wipes her crossbow bolts on a rag, eyeing him suspiciously ]

Graham, uh?