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[Campin' is usually right up Buck's alley, but there's quite a lotta fuckin' kids around. Bluh. At least he can get drunk and sleep in a makeshift hammock.

Or he could. If that fuckin' frog would shut the hell up. Who the hell does he think he is? King of the forest?

Well, he is wrong.

Dead wrong.

Buck, hunting knife in hand, sets out to prove he's the real King.

Buck is.

Buck is the King.]

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[Sirius had his fun with Jade and Evelyn, who were more than forthcoming with petting and ear scratches, so he went off in search of more adventures.

It seemed that the forest was full of things to do, so he continued his trek around the campsite and through the trees.

That's when he spots Buck and his knife. Sirius wags his tail and his ears perk up quizzically. It may be wiser to avoid this situation completely, but Sirius is just too curious.

Clearly, getting a closer look is the logical thing to do.]

[Buck turns, his ninja-like reflexes keeping him from tippin' over onto his ass like a dumbass despite the copious amounts of alcohol in his system.]

Oh. Huh. Didn't know nobody had a dog in this here mansion. You wanna go huntin', boy?

[If Sirius weren't a dog at the moment, he'd laugh. He contents himself with a bark that's meant to sound excited.

He's up for any sort of adventure.]

[Buck gives the dog a few scratches behind the ears and starts heading towards the sound of that frog.]

We're gonna get us some frog's legs.

[That's perfect, Buck. You've hit the right spot.

Sirius follows Buck, tail still wagging. A frog-hunt sounds exciting enough.]

[The frog seems closer now. It's annoying, high-pitched croak is clearly coming from the ground, and he wouldn't be surprised if the dog finds it first. Frankly, as long as the thing is dead, he doesn't give a fuck who does it.

They tromp through the forest in stealthy silence for a few minutes, circling the frog little by little. Buck is pretty sure the dumbass thing is moving, but he can't quite predict which way it's going.]

Son of a bitch won't go in a straight line.

[Sirius's ears perk up when he hears the frog's croaks. It's definitely close, though it's obviously doing its best to confuse them.

The fur on Sirius's back stands up in anticipation of catching the frog. Who cares if it's just a frog? A hunt is a hunt.

He glances over in Buck's direction and growls his agreement. If the frog would stop hopping in circles, this would be easier but not as fun.]

[Buck wonders if frog calls work like duck calls. Can he even mimic it?]

Rrriiiiriiii. Rrriiiirrrrrr...

[Okay, not very well.]

[Sirius pauses to glance back at Buck. What was that supposed to be? It sounded nothing like a frog.

But then the frog leaped into the air, catching Sirius's attention. He dashes forward, and pounces, trapping the frog between his paws.]

Good job, boy!

Now give it here.

[He plucks the frog from between the dog's paws and immediately pins it up against the trunk of a nearby tree.]

This is the last got-dang time you disturb my drinkin' time.

[And with that, he stabs the frog straight in the heart. Or at least where he figured it is.]

Booyeah.

[Sirius sits down and and watches Buck talking to the frog. He tilts his head curiously when he stabs the frog through the heart.

He's a little strange, but normal is most definitely overrated. They'll get along very well.]

[He pulls the knife out of the tree and catches the limp frog in his hand.]

You want it, boy?

[He lets out an excited yip.

He's always wondered how frog tastes.]

[Buck tosses it over, grinning.]

I'm gonna name you Smokey.

[Speaking of, he's lighting up a smoke right now!]

[He'll go along with it, because there are worse things that he could be called.

He sits down and watches Buck light up while he pokes at the frog.]

This here? This is the life.

[Buck sits down and leans back, taking a nice long drag.]

[He lies down, still poking the frog with his nose.

Yes, this is definitely the life.]

[Shuu has managed to grab a stick large enough for him to attempt to use as a weapon. His eyes dart two and fro, trying to pierce the darkness as his beak slowly sharpens one end into a point.

[The sound of someone moving through the bushes startles Shuu. He jumps slightly, his wounds aching at his sudden movement. He points the makeshift spear in front of him, calling out to the darkness.]

Who's there? Show yourself!

[Buck stares.

What
the
fuck
is
that?]

You some kind of fucked up talkin' turkey? Jesus Christ, this place is more screwy than I gave it fuckin' credit for.

A turkey? [Shuu gives the...female? Male? He's not entirely sure at the moment, but it's definitely a human. Either way, he gives the human a sharp glare.] Just who do you take me for? I am a Partridge. Not as noble as a Dove, but superior than a Turkey.

Who are you, and where am I?

[Shuu thrusts the spear forward slightly as a warning to stay back. He's not in the best shape, and until he knows what's going on, the bird isn't going to let his guard down.]

You're fuckin' giant for a partridge.

[Buck leans away from the spear, sneering a little.]

Name's Buck. They keep callin' this place Wonderland, but it ain't no wonder, I'll tell you that.

Tch.

[He decides to let that comment slide. Just this once. He's in no condition to really piss anyone off.]

Dr. Shuu Iwamine.

[He lowers the spear slightly, dark eyes narrowing.]

"Wonderland", you say...? That was the name of a place in a human fantasy novella, was it not?

Doctor. Fuckin'. Fuckin', you're a doctor.

[Now Buck has seen...well, almost everything. Lord knows this place will show him more.]

Yeah. It's basically the same fuckin' place. Congrats, you figured the shit out of this place.

...I see.

[He sizes up the human. He/she/it??? looks strong and not in the mood to mess around. He better be careful with this one.]

Doctor, scientist, whichever you prefer. I am both.

...You aren't hunting birds, are you?

No. Sure as fuck not interested in the idea now.

Good.

[He lowers the spear. He'll give the human the benefit of the doubt.

For now.]

What can you tell me about this place? Surely it's not the very same Wonderland ruled by the Queen of Hearts, demanding decapitated heads all night and day?

[His thoughts briefly drift to one such head. A very special head.

...He misses Hiyoko's head.]

Seems like it.

[As per usual, James and Sirius seem to be on exactly the same page. You can't just throw them out in the woods and not expect him to go stag, at least once.

So, in the near vicinity, Buck might catch a glimpse of Prongs. "Might" meaning "almost definitely", since Prongs is far from shy.]

[As Buck's having yet another beer, it takes him a minute to notice the buck. But once he does, well, there he fuckin' is.]

Holy shit.

[Why yes, he's rather majestic, isn't he? Stare at him in all his manly, stagly glory. He is a beautiful animal, a destroyer of worlds.

He's just going to step a little closer and eat some grass nearby. He makes a pretty tame deer, all things considered.]

[Buck really, really wishes he had a gun.

Sonuvabitch.

It's a Buck and he's Buck and he should kill it for reasons..

So he just sort of. Watches the animal, creeping closer as slowly as possible.]

[And Prongs waits for him to get a little closer.]

[And waits.]

[ And then, when Buck is good and close...

...he barks at him.]

Edited 2012-03-23 02:17 (UTC)

[WHAT.

THE SHIT.

Something snaps in Tara Gregson's brain. She drops to a crouch, hissing, hands curving into claws and face wild.

Congrats, Prongs. You brought out Gimmie.]

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