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WHO| Wyatt and Anyone! (And everyone, the more the merrier!)
WHAT| Returning the land of the living.
WHEN| Sometime after his death in the arena. Let's say two days after just to give ourselves some wiggle room.
WHERE| Wherever you'd like him to be!
WARNING/NOTES| Happy Wyatt Earp Day, everyone! No. Really. It's actually a thing. And, it is a thing I could not let pass without some sort of commemoration. X) (Also, Wyatt is supposed to go down protecting Momoko from a snake, it hasn't been written yet, but if you find you have to mention it, feel free to use that.)

One woulda thought that dying the second time 'round would have been easier than the first. Who woulda guessed it'd be so much worse?

Sure, they'd put him patched him all up again, not a hair out of place, but Wyatt could still feel it. Could still feel the stab of the snake's fangs in his leg, the burn of its poison in his veins...

He felt haunted. Haunted by his own bones.

Dragging himself from his room, he limped into the elevator and leaned tiredly against the wall. Where he was going, he didn't know, and didn't really care neither.

He was still leaning, eyes closed, when the doors finally opened again.

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"I know the feeling," he laughs in return, sharing in Wyatt's sarcasm. None of them really wanted to be here.

Tony had not lasted past the cornucopia. An unfortunate circumstance in meeting an old rival and it hasn't gone in his favour. Fucking Loki anyway. Even a powered-down one. It was frankly, a little embarrassing.

Needless to say, he'd had plenty of time to watch everyone else's time in the arena. As always; some came back and some didn't. But he was glad to see that Wyatt was one of the ones who had returned.

And himself, too of course. But that went without saying.

Tony glances down at Wyatt's leg, knowing that's where the fatal blow had gone. "How ya feelin?"

Like Hell, bit at the end of his tongue, but he swallowed it back.

Wyatt Earp did not bear pity. Or whinin'.

"Won't be fillin' out my dance card any time soon, but I reckon I'll live," he said with an easy sort of shrug. Then he nodded back at Tony. "You?"

He hadn't been back long enough to be filled in on the bloody details. All he'd seen was Tony's picture hanging in the night sky with the rest of the dead.

He'd be lyin' if he said he hadn't been surprised to see it there.

Tony makes a face, "Nothing sore but my ego, really," he ways with a shrug as though he's just making a joke. Truth has always been easier to deliver if he can get people to believe that he doesn't really care. "Just glad to be back," he adds with a shrug and a wave of his hand, gesturing to the area around them. The lap of luxury. A second or perhaps in their cases, third, chance. But he really only means that in the sense that he's still alive. Or, alive again. Or... he doesn't know how it works but its something that has piqued his curiosity, certainly.

Wyatt made a soft, little noise - a bemused sort of snort - in agreement. Then, after a beat, he looked over at Tony and said, conversationally, "Bumped into your lady friend a bit ago."

He might have been teasing. It was hard to say. Wyatt had a remarkably good poker face.

"Oh really?" he raises a brow at that. He can only assume that Wyatt is referring to Max at the mention of lady friend; she was really the only person that qualified for that position on any level whatsoever. "How did that go?"

To be quite honest, he had no idea who else knew Max on any sort of level. Or similarly, who else Max knew, either.

"'A hand full,' she called you," Wyatt replied.

An eyebrow lifted, his mouth curling. "'Causing trouble on the home-front, are ya?"

"A handful?" he cannot help but laugh, "Yeah. That's probably deserved. I've been called much worse by more terrifying. And I don't cause trouble, I'll have you know. Trouble just sort of follows me. Completely unsolicited. Most of the time."

Wyatt chuckled. "Well now, that's a right shame. I was thinkin' a little trouble might be just what the doctor ordered to set things right." He arched a conspiratorial eyebrow. "Still up for that game?"

"See, that's exactly what I'm talking about," he makes a gesture with his hands at Wyatt and grins. "Doesn't mean I'm opposed to it, of course. It's nice to shake thinks up now and again. Game sounds good though. Great. Really. We should do that."

"Keeps a man on his toes," Wyatt agreed with a grin. "'Sides, your lady friend told me I should stop in for a visit, only right I bring along some entertainment. I'd hate you think me an ungracious guest."

"I'm always on my toes these days, I think," Tony says with a shrug and makes a face that suggests that maybe that isn't how he prefers it... but hey. What can a guy do? But the look is gone in an instant as it is replaced with one of genuine amusement. "You mean you're just... carrying around a deck of cards? Just in case? God, that's awesome!"

Wyatt chuckled, "Well, as much as I would like to say that is the case, unfortunately it ain't. She offered to find a deck for me, have it delievered to my floor." He grinned. "Luckily for you though, I am the sharing sort."

"Well, that was thoughtful of her," he admits, rather surprised and only mildly suspicious as to what she was up to with the gesture. Max wasn't Wyatt's mentor, so he wasn't certain what she would gain from nurturing an alliance between Wyatt and himself. If that was even her intention at all. Maybe she was just being nice.

Either way, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, and pass up an opportunity to be around a normal human being for once. "You ready to get your ass handed to you in a game of cards, then?"

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holy crap this is the latest tag ever, i am so sorry D:

Your fine, bb! No worries. :)

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oh hey, it's me again! late as ever. but I should be back pretty solidly now!

Re: oh hey, it's me again! late as ever. but I should be back pretty solidly now!

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