OTA

[the_marshal]

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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[the_marshal]

He laughed, a rough bark of sound, and shook his head.

"Well, that doesn't sound all that different from home. I'mma lawman - a U.S. Marshal," he nodded, matter-of-factly. "All that sounds mightly familiar to me."

[retrieverchef]

"So I guess the biggest difference is the technology, then," Eliot observed with a grin. "I respect you lawmen. Ya got a hard job, keepin' up with who's done what and stoppin' ' em before they can do it again. Without breakin' the law yourself."

[the_marshal]

Wyatt's smile slipped, sliding away slowly and for a moment he just looked at Eliot. Staring, but not really seeing the other man as he considered his last ride before turning up here.

He'd gotten his badge back...but for a stretch there, he'd been an outlaw too so far as Judge Hinkle was concerned.

What would Eliot say about all that?

"We're just men, no different than any other. Just doin' what we need to is all. What's right." He shook the past off as best he could and nodded at Eliot. "What do you do?"

[retrieverchef]

"Officially, I'm a retrieval specialist," he said cautiously. It wouldn't make sense to draw lines over being on the opposite sides of the law here but he'd known people who would rather die than work with a criminal. "I mostly work with my team, catch the assholes who find ways to rob people legally. Or not so legally but use the law to keep the police from catching them. And I subcontract with the government sometimes in between."

[the_marshal]

Wyatt's mouth pulled thoughtfully. "So we're not really all that different then." His head tipped. "Few hundred years aside, a'course."

[retrieverchef]

Eliot couldn't help a good-natured smirk. "I guess you could say that. Although that hundred or so years makes a hell of a difference in ways and means."