Day Two

[Kenpachi Zaraki]

“I'm thinking Team WartPool. Nice and ominous.”

“That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard. We don't need a goddamn team name, we need to find that asshat Jak and rip his fucking face off.”

“I admire your tenacity, but groups of heroes always have names. Avengers, X-Men; just trust me Warts. We need this.”

“Stop fucking calling me Warts. You make me sound like a venereal disease. And if it'll shut your gaping facehole, just go with WarPool.”

“That, my slimy, homicidal friend, is a capital idea. You get extra snackies.”

“I'm going to fucking end you.”

Vincent chuckled at the squabbling duo, shaking his head slowly. The group had parked themselves just on the leeward side of a particularly large hill, resting with their eyes on the horizon. They had yet to meet any resistance since their departure from the Diner and the pale Prime hoped, at least for the time being, that it would remain that way. As the more eccentric members of their squad sorted out their differences, Vincent and Sasuke had taken to inventorying their remaining supplies.

“Looks like about 6 MREs and 3 Aquafinas, along with the canned goods and the 3 extra bottles of water that we grabbed at the Diner.” the Uchiha concluded, laying out the supplies on the grass. “We're going to need to wash some of the empty bottles if we want to re-use them, though. It looks like Deadpool pissed in his.”

“It's a time-saver, don't act like you're not impressed!” The mercenary called from up the hill.

“We should find some more water soon. The four of us won't last on less than a gallon of water. I'm not as worried about the food,” the ex-Turk responded, tearing off a length of cloth from his tattered cloak. Though not overly durable, the material would provide at least a modicum of protection for his bare feet.

The gunslinger's shinobi comrade nodded, piling the rations back into their respective bags. “There's got to be a stream or something. Maybe some rainwater pooled somewhere.” The keen-eyed ninja shot a glanced up at the arguing co-leaders, “We should probably be the ones to look. We're faster.”

Though Vincent barely knew the teen and trusted him even less, he agreed with him. Each stood to gain nothing from offing the other at this point, with the safety afforded to them by their amalgamation being a strong incentive to get along. When it came down to the final few, things would be much different; for now, they needed each other. With a shared nod, the duo took off down the hill.

- - -

The raven-haired duo swept the area, finding no bodies of water in their immediate vicinity. Vincent suspected they may have better luck if they headed into the forest, though the gunslinger did not want to stray too far from their comrades, lest they be jumped by opportunistic opponents. Save for the few small puddles of accumulated rainwater that Sasuke scooped into one of the empty bottles, they were to return more or less empty-handed.

“Well, this sucks,” The avenger grunted, capping the murky bottle of accumulated runoff. “I guess we should head back.”

The ex-Turk nodded, stowing his empty collection bottle. “Sounds good..Sasuke, was it?”

“Yeah.” The dark-hair teen replied. “Sasuke Uchiha, avenger of the great Uchiha clan.”

Valentine pondered the statement for a moment. The boy was likely one of the younger entrants of the competition, yet he reeked of bloodlust. “Revenge...is that why you're here?”

The avenger scowled. “I'm here to win and get the power that comes along with it. Then I'll use that power to finally destroy Itachi!” Rage burned in the boy's eyes.

“Be careful with vengeance,” Vincent offered, turning to the boy. “One sin won't wipe away another,”

“I know what I'm doing, don't preach to me.” Sasuke spat, quickening his pace. “Let's just get back to those two lunatics.”

- - -

The dark-haired duo arrived at their makeshift camp to find that a small mound of nail-ridden, deceased rodents had appeared, thanks to Wartortle. While Deadpool and Sasuke got to work skinning the animals and preparing them for their Viking funeral, Vincent and Wartortle assembled a fire pit.

“I don't know shit about fire, but I can sure as hell dig a hole,” the Pokemon rasped, proceeding to displaying an impressive use of his Dig ability.

The ex-Turk layered stones into the hole before erecting a makeshift rotisserie over the newly-crafted pit. The rain had squashed any hopes of creating fire the good old-fashioned way, but Vincent found that the gasoline and lighter he had been afforded with circumvented this process nicely. Though reeking of an automobile fire, the blaze was more than enough to char a half-dozen squirrels. Through a mixture of various MRE components and blackened game, the WarPoolers filled their bellies before heading back into the field.

“Saddle up as soon as you're done, ladies,” the water-type Pokemon commanded, “We've got more ground to cover.”