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WHO: Cassian and Sanzo in one, Cassian and Amberdrake in another
WHAT: DINNER TIME and A brief material run
WHEN: Shortly after Christmas, before the shops in Fayren close.
WHERE: Everglade and Fayren
WARNINGS: Gore, violence, mentions of cannibalism

4 SANZO
He'd gone too long. He knew he'd over extended himself, the gift he got from Tannusen could only last so long. Wheezing, stiff, the faint sound of flutes beginning to sound in the back of his mind, tonight had to be the night. He wasn't going to risk it all again, he couldn't. He couldn't keep relying on someone else here to patch him up every time he fell into shit.

He was a grown man. He could take care of this.

As it had been for two thousand years, the hunt was on. As it had been for two thousand years, the iron dagger found its mark, the husk soulless yes, but oh how they screamed like any real living thing would. Once, perhaps, he would have shrunk away from the sound. A long time ago, he'd be frantic to silence them, clumsily slashing at vocal cords and sobbing in fear and horror-

He knew how to work now, and the screaming was quickly silenced to pathetic, wet gurgling as the cloaked man snapped ribs with ease, feeling the rippling sensation of that thing pulsing in the back of his head, feeding his meager strength. Peeling the membrane off the heart. Sinking his teeth in and silencing the husk forever.

Blood everywhere. It stank of it, but the pain in his body and his lungs faded with every bite, even if it couldn't fully sate the beast. Just another bandaid.

But for now, it would do.
4 Amberdrake

Of course, Everglade wouldn't have the materials he needed. No one would stock in the type of silver he required, and he didn't even ask any shops there. Seemed like a good way to get a lot of unwanted attention. So, wrapped up in fleece and wool, cranky and miserable and cold, headed for Fayren.

They'd have what he needed, or at least part of it. He could always return home and finish blessing it all later. He had some energy in his step now, so the little man was going to be quite the obnoxious terror in Fayren, picky and fussy with everything he picked up, viciously haggling every single object down.

"I'll only be takin' pure silver, and not anything else. I don't want any steel or nickle in any of this- What else is in this mirror? Oi! Tis a real question, does it look like I'm foolin' with ye?"

Yeah. Not a good day for Fayren.

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"I'll put a bullet between your eyes if you come near me." He still had the gun in hand! He meant it! Drake got a sour look for his reprimand but no retort. Some things weren't worth risking.

"Piss off, freak, you're done here." Cassian was healed, so he should leave now. Right now. Faster. Leave!

"Oh yes, cos ye've done such a good job what of shootin' me in the face up until this point." He doesn't believe you and he double doesn't now that Drake is here.

"Everglade is actually my home, so why don't ye get up and wobble on home, gimpy?"

He really, really needs to see if Drake was serious.

For science.

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Drake shuddered at the reminder that they were in Everglade. Yes, visibly shuddered.

He moved over to Sanzo and offered a hand down, "Try not to put more than three-quarters pressure on that leg," he told the monk, "you can use my shoulder for support."

Sanzo faced a terrible war with his pride. His impulsive nature told him to fling himself at Cassian, that would deal with the immediate damage to his ego. Sanzo had killed hundreds while more injured than this, he could take one frail priest. Then again, he'd never recover if Drake carried through with his threat and he was always serious with his threats.

"I spared you earlier, asshole." Sanzo took the hand and pulled himself up. He wobbled in place, sour at the idea of having to lean on Drake for help but there wasn't much of an option so he did.

"Ye couldn't kill me if ye had three cannons a tank and the rest of yer feckin' life to do it." He was getting up too, wobbling, but considerably more stable than Sanzo and his buckshot hip.

Sucker.

"Ye come sniffin' round me ever again, I don't care who ye share a bed with, I'll break your pretty face right in half."

"Do not use me as ammunition, please," Amberdrake asked it very nicely, but also very... mm, there was a finality there. He helped hoist Sanzo's arm over his shoulders and held onto the priest's wrist, looping his other arm around the skinny blond's waist. May as well, if the cat was out of the bag anyway.

The birds all at once stopped their little perimeter-checking and started to gather up, as though they'd been asked to. Two of them had even found the bits of buckshot that had passed through Sanzo's leg, and seemed determined to bring it.

Driven momentarily speechless from indignation and horror that his relationship with Drake was so easily figured out, Sanzo didn't have a snappy retort to Cassian. The look he gave the other priest was meant to be murderous but was more offended than anything. Of all the people to know who he was, somehow, involved with!

"If I see you again, it'll be to fucking kill you," he finally spat out, all sorts of offended right now.

"Of course, Sir Amberdrake, I do apologize to ye." To him. It was sincere. But it's just for him and not for Sanzo, who is on the receiving end of a very unpleasant, smug, thin smile.

"I'll be waitin' for ye, I'm sure ye'll be able to find me again, donkey."

Amberdrake just laughed, because they really were just too damn much alike. He nodded to Cassian in parting, and moved to haul Sanzo away, his little birds acting as little homing beacon guides.

Cassian came very close to getting shot. So close. So very close. Drake moving Sanzo away was all that stopped him. Damnit! He was even more pissed now than he had when the fight started! He ground his teeth in fury. Later he would so find that ass again.